She wouldn't be able to afford the car even if she sold herself. If she splashed her blood on the car, it would be a crime. The police couldn't do anything about it.
Because of her hesitation, the owner of the car gave an order that couldn't be disobeyed.
"Driver, drive!"
After receiving the order, the Rolls-Royce made a turn and left the noisy parking lot. The lucky ones who ran over to look for their own cars were now killed by the red bikini who had reacted.
Is this a scapegoat for someone else?
The red-haired bikini brandished the metal bucket as she went on a killing spree. She didn't even pay attention to the police cars on the road that were blaring their sirens.
At this moment, she was incomparably glad that she had hesitated for a moment just now.
As a native Italian girl, she saw the standard license plate unique to Sicily hanging on the back of the Rolls-Royce, mocking the ignorant people who looked down on it.
Fortunately, she didn't do anything extreme to the person in the car. Otherwise, if the other party was unhappy, she might not be able to see the next day's sun in Italy, the most beautiful place in the world.
The high-spirited soldiers faced the handcuffs of the Italian police, ready to die a martyr's death. The bikini was glad that Qin Guan had left.
Have a safe journey, ancestor...
This was indeed the ancestor of the bus. While the people were moving along with the bus and tidying themselves up, they finally had the time to take a look at this accidental savior in front of them.
He was young, as old as Giorgio Armani's nephew, giving this middle-aged man an indescribable charm.
The most orthodox suit on him made him look so elegant. Coupled with the traditional Italian man's face that was as hard as marble, it added a bit of courage to this man.
As one of the beneficiaries, Qin Guan was the first to make a speech.
"Thank you for your help, sir. May I know your name?"
"My name is Moorca Salvador."
She shook his hand, and then the frequency of their conversation changed inexplicably.
"Good, good! We were right about you. You are a good man! "
"You never abandon your partner. You are a warrior, the most valiant of warriors."
"It doesn't matter if you can bring profit to the family or not. Just based on the person you are, we have to support you!"
Confused, Qin Guan turned to look at Giorgio Armani, who was sitting next to the middle-aged man with a solemn expression.
As for the white-haired old man, he threw a meaningful look at him before closing his eyes to rest.
Thanks to their long-term cooperation, the old man had decided to talk to him later.
As an enthusiastic rich man, he had changed his elegant image into a forthright person in an instant. Sister Xue thought it was easier to get along with such a person.
On the way back to the hotel, they exchanged business cards, chatted about Italian fashion investment and the beautiful scenery of Sicily, as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years.
So much so that after everyone safely arrived at the hotel, there was still a hint of reluctance to leave.
In the corridor, Armani did not say a word, but his footsteps were a little hurried. A few observant people followed behind him, maintaining a good posture of silence.
When the door of the hotel room was opened and the old man felt safe, he returned to his calm state.
"I'll contact your assistant for you, Grandpa."
As the old master's personal team, who knew how anxious they would be after being separated from their leader.
Giorgio Armani waved his hand. Sister Xue made a call on the other side of the room.
"Come here, Qin Guan."
"Yes."
The two of them, one old and one young, started a tacit conversation.
"They won't go too far. I guess they see your commercial value."
"Hmm?"
"Mokacs Savaldo … an orthodox Mafia family from Sicily …"
"Pfff … cough, cough, cough!"
"Who? It's the owner of the luxury car. He doesn't look like it … "
Armani nodded slightly with an inexplicable sense of pride. "Do you think you're a gangster from the streets of New York? You're naturally vulgar."
"This is the ancestor of the whole world. He's not an uncultured barbarian. He has the unique temperament of us Italians. Not bad. “
Old man, is this the time to show your patriotism? Shouldn't we get down to business?
Qin Guan scratched his head in confusion. "What do they like about me?"
"It's all because of those reporters. Collaborating with Italy to make a movie."
"Many of these families have already started to launder their names, and the best way to explain the source of this money is to find a clean way to launder their names."
"Nowadays, what can make money faster than investing in movies?"
"Don't worry." Giorgio Armani patted Qin Guan on the shoulder. "The Moccacci Family is the only fashion company in Italy."
"They are very law-abiding and know to do things according to our rules. In fact, if you spend a long time with them, you will actually like this kind of businessman."
"How should I put it? They're a bit silly. "
Aiyo, what's the meaning of this? It seems like the waters in Italy are deep.
Gangs were becoming a national phenomenon in Italy. Those people who existed in all aspects of society might have a relationship with the big bosses if they were to be picked out.
Only a foreign country bumpkin like Qin Guan would make a fuss about nothing.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Sister Xue woke up from her stupor when she heard a knock on the door.
Knock! Knock!
"Oh, you're here. Are you here to pick up the old man? Please come in. "
In less than ten minutes, the seven or eight people who had rushed in surrounded Armani and left, leaving behind a mess on the floor and a group of three dumbfounded people.
PS: I'd like to recommend a book, "I'm a Superstar". It was written by an experienced driver with many tricks, but the song list was very good. Some of the songs were very pleasant to listen to. Readers who liked entertainment and had a high resistance to poison could go and take a look.
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