Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 146 Pattern (9)

The helicopter finally stopped in the courtyard of the Grand Duke's residence.

43 trotted over, holding the clothes in both hands.

Beimen Jueyi looked at the immature kid in front of him, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

43 After Beimen Jueyi put on his clothes and left with the cat in his arms, he slowly raised his head to look at his retreating back, echoing in his heart the force with which Beimen Jueyi patted him on the shoulder before, and silently clenched his fists. At this age of fourteen or fifteen, what Beimen Jueyi yearns for is the fantasy of strategizing and winning thousands of miles, lighting his cigarette lightly, and saying nothing.

Looking for an opportunity, I will apply to Mexico or the Middle East with my master.

43 thinking this way, secretly made up his mind.

When Beimenjue came to the hall, Shisan was already waiting there.

He casually let go of Bai Qi.

"How's Star?"

Thirteen lowered his head: "I didn't come out of my guest room all day, and the food that was sent in was sent out intact."

Beimen Jueyi: "Oh, that's it, let him do it, if he wants to procrastinate, then procrastinate, our side is still the same as before, but Mexico, the Middle East and the Golden Triangle, you have to give a warning and let them Recently, I have been more restrained, although the plan must always be carried out according to the original plan, but we can’t catch any loopholes for the US side, and now you know that the whole world is watching these three places.”

Thirteen nodded seriously.

"By the way, tonight, prepare an evening dress for me, something more elegant."

Shisan was stunned: "You, you want to..."

Beimen Jueyi: "I promised that Saudi princess to attend her party."

Thirteen obviously hesitated for a moment, but agreed anyway.

Although it is said that this is Princess Anna's party, the host is a Norwegian duke named Newgate.

The party was very low-key and was held on the eighth floor of the Chambordlis Hotel in Rome.

Most of the people who participated were top gentry in various circles, as well as some grand masters and ladies of Congress, all of whom were invited to this party.

At 07:30 in the evening, the servants of the mansion brought back the jeep that Beimen Jueyi had sent out to others to drive.

Beimen Jueyi puts on the evening dress Shisan prepared for him.

"Master, do you need us to take you there in person?" Shisan carefully reminded him while straightening his collar.

Beimen Jueyi said, "No need, I can go by myself."

Thirteen went on to say: "Then, which car do you need to drive? In the garage, except for the Bugatti Veyron you bought last year, which is now being kept, the rest can go at any time."

Beimenjue turned around and smiled: "I think my jeep is just fine. It's really not fun to drive in the morning."

He hugged Bai Qi who was full of displeasure again: "Maybe Bai Qi is not happy to sit, ah ha ha ha."

Bai Qi meowed, don't look away.

A gust of wind blew, and the corners of Shisan's skirt fluttered. She reached out to brush her fluttering hair, and watched Beimen Jueyi speeding away in her jeep.

Passing through the cold street, the main road gradually brightens.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the window, Beimen Jue hummed old-school jazz music from the 70s.

Tonight there will be a light show next to the Colosseum, which can be seen from far away.

Bai Qi sat on the co-pilot's seat and yawned, holding his fists listlessly.

Beimen Jueyi looked at the big stage of the light show, countless men and women dressed in shiny and exotic costumes, and they danced crazily with the thrilling electronic music below.

However, next to them, the huge Colosseum dormant quietly and silently, like an ancient giant beast, and the ultra-modern light dance platform in front of it is like a newborn who feels that he can challenge the absolute As authoritative as the calf, hilarious and ridiculous.

Beimenjue smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and there was almost only an afterimage left on the road.

On the eighth floor of the Chambordlis Hotel, Newgate held a glass of red wine and put one hand in the pocket of his suspender pants, overlooking the night view of almost the entire Rome below the hotel.

At this moment, a young man wearing a green shirt leaned against the door.

"Newgate, you're in a good mood." The young man said with a smile.

Newgate heard the voice, and he knew who it was without turning around.

"Edward, are you so well-informed? Sure enough, the Ponte family's information and intelligence efficiency has been able to be efficient from the last century to this era." Newgate has an old scar on his brow, and every time he speaks, he has to pick this old scar. scar.

This young man in a flowery green shirt is called Edward, and his full name is Edward Ponte.

The Ponte family is not as famous as the Rothschild family in the world, and even in the whole of Europe, this family is not so famous, but anyone who can discuss this family in detail is the so-called high-end family in Europe. .

The Ponte family can be described as a model of making a fortune in silence. Everyone knows that the Rothschild family used their information and intelligence advantages to know the news of Napoleon's defeat in advance, and then swept the capital market, but they did not What I know is that the provider of this information at the beginning was the Ponte family...

Edward shook his clothes, picked up an apple on the table, wiped it casually, and walked over.

"It's better to say how much my damn father cares about me."

Newgate turned his head: "To describe my father, you are the first one I have ever seen using the adjective damn."

Edward laughed haha.

The relationship between him and his father was not very good since he was a child. If they were father and son, they might as well be more like trading partners.

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't care at all. What does he care about? Money, women and power." Edward took another bite of the apple.

Newgate knew he didn't have a great relationship with his father, so he didn't stop asking.

"When the party starts, I need you to provide me with Anna's information as soon as possible," Edward said.

Newgate became a little interested: "Why, you are now interested in this girl? I remember a long time ago, when you talked with me, you were full of contemptuous comments on this girl."

Edward threw the half-eaten apple into the trash.

"Who would have thought that Saudi Arabia, an oil exporting country, could become so important now? The only heir to the Saudi king is Anna. They are eyeing the Middle East."

Newgate was a little surprised: "Could it be that there is some new news?"

(End of this chapter)