After saying goodbye to Dr. Nelson, who was about to continue to struggle on the front line, Zhuang Mingge, who had finished his day working, took a express train to Milan in northern Italy. Last night, Zhuang Mingge received a call to invite him to a small group party at the Hollywood nightclub in Milan.

Milan is a modern city, but this is the most fascinating thing about it. European travelers all taste and appreciate the charm of this fashion city with great enthusiasm.

When I arrived at the gate of the legendary Hollywood nightclub, taxi drivers obviously often took passengers to this nightclub. They parked the vehicles with two people with a good meal. Zhuang Mingge, who had just had a full meal on the train, would not take it for granted that Karin, who looked cold and ice in front of most people, would be like her "ex-in-law", and frequent visits to nightclubs would be like a common occurrence.

Obviously, Karin's familiarity with this place is more due to Zhuang Mingge. To be precise, his "ex-in-law" came here to attend such gatherings repeatedly, which inevitably affected Karin, who often followed him.

Zhuang Mingge, who was originally "busy in official business and limited time", was relatively unfamiliar with this kind of life, but he didn't have to think about it and knew that it would consume a lot of time and energy, and he was very interested. However, when Zhuang Mingge learned the special nature of this "gathering" from Karin, who recorded most of his schedule of the day, he decided to join the event, which was known as the "Nth Gathering in Italy".

Because Zhuang Mingge himself has never visited a nightclub, he has no choice but to look forward to the legendary Hollywood nightclub. More importantly, this so-called "Italy ** small party" was proposed by Berlusconi, the little Berlusconi of the Berlusconi family, which gave Zhuang Mingge, who had already become interested in Milan and the Berlusconi family, more reasons for Italian nightlife. Moreover, judging from the information revealed by Karin's casual words, it seems that Zhuang Mingge himself also has a considerable "status" in such a small group.

Out of the emptiness caused by knowing nothing about such nightlife, Zhuang Mingge wanted to bring in a few more brothers to hold on to the scene for him. Unfortunately, when he heard the names of the members attending the party, Antonioni pulled Kenyon, who was not clear about the details, and Hercule Poirot also shied away on the grounds that he was "busy in the club", and only Karin, who was inseparable from him, stepped into the door of the Hollywood nightclub.

Although when she asked about the reason, Karin claimed that "I used to come here with you often", in fact, Zhuang Mingge learned from his "ex-father" that the reason why Karin came here was entirely to look at him.

Zhuang Mingge burst into tears at this: How sad his ex is, he didn't even have a chance to steal fish under the witch's guarding.

"Hi, long time no see, Antonio, Karin." A young man with black hair and a straight suit stood at the door of the private room. The young man saw Zhuang Mingge and the others showing joyful expressions, and hello to Zhuang Mingge and Karin, "You two are late, and you need to punish yourself for three cups after entering."

"It's easy to say it, it's easy to say..." Fortunately, with some intentional or unintentional reminders from Karin, Zhuang Mingge quickly recognized the person in front of him, probably the organizer of this party - Pierre Berlusconi.

"Do I want to drink too?" Karin glanced at Pierre.

"Of course not!" Pierre was uncomfortable with Karin's eyes. "It is forgivable for ladies to be late, but men must be punished for drinking when they are late." As he said that, he grabbed Zhuang Mingge who wanted to sneak in.

"Pierre, who has come to this party?" Zhuang Mingge, who couldn't escape, had to try to divert Pierre's attention.

"You can just go in and take a look." As Pierre said that, he opened the door of the private room and pushed Zhuang Mingge in, "Karin, come in quickly, you are all acquaintances."

"Okay, Pierre."

This is obviously a different treatment! Pierre, you guy who forgets your friends when you see sex! Zhuang Mingge shouted in grief and anger in his heart.

"Haha, Antonio, we finally waited for you, and thought you would forget our brothers and sisters after you were promoted! No, you have to cover all the consumption here tonight, otherwise I would be sorry for everyone's expectations for you all!" The people in the room were obviously all acquaintances of Zhuang Mingge's "ex-father". When they saw Zhuang Mingge rushing into the room in a mess, they were so excited that they shouted.

When on the train, Zhuang Mingge roughly understood the basic personnel composition of this "**" by pointing indirectly at Karin. Now, combined with some of his understanding of these "dandy boys" in his "memory", he quickly distinguished from them that the youngest son of Lazio boss Andre Cranioti, Rosela Sensi, the eldest daughter of Rome club owner Franco Sensi, Alisa Ferrero of Michel Ferrero, Giovanni Benetton of Carlo Benetton, and Andre Agnelli, the youngest son of Umberto Agnelli, etc.

I'll let it go. The family represented by the people here basically covers all industries in Italy. If any terrorist comes here to make a vote, he will definitely not have to worry about the rest of his life...

"Of course there is no problem. I will cover everyone's bill today." Zhuang Mingge pretended to be generous and patted his chest, and said heroically, with a "good brothers and loyal" expression.

Huh? Why is there no sound in the room? Everyone has a hellish expression?

"Antonio, your condition is very wrong today." Rosela Sensi was the first to recover from the "petrochemical" state, with a weird expression on his face. "In the past, you used to bet on your pocket money, and you often lost all your money. In the last few days of each month, I wanted to break every cent apart in half. Why did you change your sex today? Could it be that your pocket money became rich after being promoted?"

"That's right, we don't know what kind of virtue you are."

"Tell us quickly, where have you made so much dollars recently."

"Ah haha... It was the game between France and Bulgaria last month. I was lucky and won the bet, and I made a small profit." Zhuang Mingge decided to pretend to be stupid and only explained the source of the funds. He was determined not to tell them the specific amount.

"It was that game. Bulgaria's odds for winning were 1-5. It's really a lot of money. No wonder your tone changed today." Rosella sighed, "I bet 200,000 in that game to win, but I didn't expect France to be so unsuccessful..."

"That's right, who else can you guys bet Bulgaria to win besides Antonio?" Cranioti said depressedly, holding a glass of red wine, "I beat France to win by 500,000 yuan, and now I've lost all my money."

"So too." In addition to the youngest Xiao Ferrero, everyone in the room raised their hands to signal that they also bet on that game. Zhuang Mingge looked at their expressions and seemed to have lost all the "pockets" he had saved this month.

"Brother Antonio, I heard that you have been doing a lot in Florence recently. You have built a training base and formed a physiotherapy center. It must be very expensive, right?" Alisa Ferrero, who was only 16 years old, but still dressed up to attend the party, came to Zhuang Mingge, and blinked with beautiful big eyes, "Are there any ideas to make money? Tell us and let us participate."

"Of course there is." Zhuang Mingge reached out and rubbed Alyssa's little head. Well, the touch felt good, "I plan to find you to set up an agency company."
Chapter completed!