Lin Chen smiled helplessly, "Don't mind, I'm just here to help a friend with something, nothing else, it's just a small thing, just a small thing."
But looking at the four people's eyes full of doubts and desire for knowledge, Lin Chen knew that it would be impossible without explaining, so he shook his head, "Okay, my current identity is a descendant of an ancient emperor of China. Someone can help me."
I bought a mansion in London. I heard it cost hundreds of millions of euros or hundreds of millions of dollars. Then I moved into this mansion and pretended to be a nobleman. In short, that's what happened. The British guys were scared.
So reporters came in droves, and someone was willing to spend hundreds of millions of euros to buy a house. Even I would be shocked."
The four of them were stunned for a moment, and then all three except Ghost laughed.
"The descendants of the emperor? Don't these stupid British guys know that China no longer has an emperor? Even the descendants of the emperor are no different from ordinary people in China." Jiang Tianye grinned.
stop.
"The British don't care about this." Lin Chen took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and opened it, "No matter where you are from, they only need to know that you are a noble, that's enough."
"A house worth hundreds of millions of euros..." Lei Xu shook his head and muttered, "Unless it is an antique left over from hundreds of years ago, or there is some precious artwork in the house, it cannot be worth this price."
"Whatever." Lin Chen took a sip of Coke and leaned on his seat boredly, "Anyway, we'll be there in a minute, we'll find out after we take a look."
The car bypassed the city center and entered the suburbs of London. After walking along a road with beautiful scenery on both sides for about half an hour, the terrain suddenly became flat, with large and endless lawns on both sides. A Marr
The butler assigned by Cove to Lin Chen said from the front, "Mr. Lin, it is already your private territory when you get here, but as a rich noble, you should be generous, so we will not use a wall to enclose such a large place.
It is fenced to allow tourists from outside to enjoy the beautiful and pleasant scenery here."
Lin Chen leaned on his seat and fell asleep, listening to the housekeeper's words word by word. Only Jiang Tianye kept exclaiming along the way, "Holy shit, such a big place is all our backyard?"
"Damn, it's not over yet?"
"Holy crap, are we coming to England to be emperor?"
"Shut up, Jiang Tianye." Lin Chen glanced at him, "In China, the entire Yinhai City is our backyard. Even if you poop on the street, no one will care about you. It's just a piece of land, don't act like it.
It’s like you’ve never seen the world before. Besides, we’ll be leaving here soon after we finish our work. Don’t miss things that don’t belong to you.”
After the car drove through a long boulevard, at the end of the road was a huge and magnificent manor. The building standing in the distance was completely like a medieval castle. Two rows of servants in black uniforms had already lined up at the gate.
The people greeting him on both sides were all Chinese, and I don’t know where Markov found him.
"Look, look." Lin Chen walked into the castle hall, stepped on the soft floor, casually pulled out an ancient medieval sword from the wall, struck it twice, and threw it on the ground, facing the wall.
The famous paintings and sculptures displayed in the hall just glanced at it casually and hummed, "The British couldn't afford these things, so they gave them to us. To put it bluntly, we are here to guard these things for them, oh,
You have to pay hundreds of millions of euros to read something for others. The British guys really don't feel ashamed, but if you take advantage of it, you always have to pay a higher price. Hum, okay, those damn reporters won't
Come all the way here, Butler Zhang, arrange for us to meet our Russian brothers, what, we have to wait until night, okay, okay, then go and cook us a meal first, I don’t know how long it will be
I’ve had authentic Chinese food.”
As night fell, a car deliberately disguised as a tattered British car drove out of the manor. After entering downtown London, it made several circles and stopped in front of a nightclub in a block.
A dozen Russian men as tall as bears had been waiting here early. They saw the Chinese people who got off the car, and one of them was going to become their new boss and take over everything here. The faces of a group of Russians
Everyone showed disapproval, wondering why the big boss would send a Chinese over. In their opinion, the person who came to handle the matter this time should at least be a direct descendant of the Fandiro family, but what came was
An unknown yellow man, no one even knows who he is.
A bald man walked towards Lin Chen, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Lin, my name is Constantine, and I will be your assistant from now on. On behalf of the brothers of the Fandiro family in the UK, I welcome you.
s arrival."
As soon as Lin Chen shook hands with the other party, he immediately felt the strength of the other party's hand. He smiled slightly and did not react, just let the other party use his strength, "Very good, Constantine, if you have eaten enough for dinner and have enough strength, you can
Tell me about the situation, yes, everything needs to be detailed."
Constantine couldn't help but look surprised. He had been increasing his strength, but this weak Chinese didn't even have the slightest reaction. If he were an ordinary person, his phalanges would have been broken by him. The tone of the other person's tone
Still laughing at himself. Constantine didn't dare to make any more mistakes. He was really a stupid donkey. Of course the big boss's decision was right. His former boss was also a capable person, but he was recalled by the boss and replaced him.
There must be a reason why I brought a Chinese like this here. I couldn't help but feel a little regretful for my behavior just now.
"Boss, please come in." Constantine finally looked like a subordinate and led the way obediently, taking the group into a quiet box. Lin Chen sat on the sofa and picked up a Russian boy.
He poured the vodka and took a shallow sip, "Well, let's get started, Mr. Constantine, I don't want to waste too much time."
"Yes, yes." Constantine was shocked by Lin Chen's eyes and tone. The boss's eyes were not fierce, but there was a sharpness that seemed to penetrate people's hearts. His tone sounded very soft, but there was an aura that made him feel sad.
A force that no one could resist, he lowered his head and spoke seriously.
The Vandillo family's power occupies a small territory in the city of London. London is not a mixed bag like New York, where criminal organizations from various countries gather, including those from Mexico, Russia, Japan, China, and the United States.
Yes, London is an extremely xenophobic city, and so are the gangs. This little Russian in London would have been kicked out by the local gangs long ago if the Vandillo family hadn't used a lot of money as a backing.