Even if she sells this car, she can't afford it, and if she splashes the blood in her hand on the luxury car, it is a crime, unlike them who splash the show, and the police have nothing to do with them. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was because of the hesitation of this red bikini that the owner of the car issued an order that he could not disobey.

"Driver, drive."

Rolls-Royce, who received the order, made a turn and left the troubled parking lot, and the lucky ones who ran over to find their vehicles one after another, who had escaped the catastrophe, were poisoned by the red bikini that reacted.

Does this count as taking the blame for someone else?

The red-haired bikini wielding an iron bucket is killing all sides, and she doesn't even pay attention to the police car on the road that is hoarse and honking its siren.

At this time, in her heart, she was extremely glad for the hesitation just now.

Because she, as a native of Italy, saw the standard license plate that belonged to Sicily, and hung it in the back of the Rolls-Royce car in a grand manner, laughing at the ignorant people's contempt for it.

Fortunately, she didn't overreact to the people in this car under impulse, otherwise, maybe the other party would be unhappy or unhappy, and she would never see the most beautiful Italian sun the next day.

The high-spirited warriors, in the face of the backhand handcuffs of the Italian police, were all heroic and senseless mentality, but the last glance in the direction of Qin Guan's departure as if nothing had happened was the endless happiness of the red-haired bikini.

Congratulations to our ancestors all the way....

This is really the ancestor of a car, and when the twisted people followed the car and sorted out their manners in the car, they had time to take a look at this very accidental life-saving benefactor in front of them.

His age is not very old, like the age of Giorgio Armani's nephew, which gives this middle-aged man an indescribable charm.

The most orthodox suit was worn on his body, which looked so elegant, and the face of a traditional Italian man as hard as marble added a bit of courage to this man.

As a group of beneficiaries, Qin Guan naturally took the lead in making a speech.

"This gentleman, thank you for your righteous action, may I ask your surname?"

"Moorka. Salvado! ”

The person on the other side also followed Qin Guan's thanks and held the palm handed over by the other party, and then turned a corner inexplicably.

"Good, good! Sure enough, we didn't see the wrong person, you, very good! ”

"Never leave your partner, a warrior, the most heroic warrior."

"Whether you can bring profits to the family or not, we must also vigorously support you as a person!"

What is this, Qin Guan, who was confused, turned his face blankly to Giorgio Armani, who was sitting on the same side as the middle-aged man with a solemn expression.

And the white-haired old man on the other side threw out a meaningful look, and the old god closed his eyes and recuperated.

With the familiarity of long-term work cooperation, this is a signal that the old man will talk about later.

As an enthusiastic local tyrant, he changed his elegant image just now, and instantly became a bold person, and it is easier for Sister Xue to deal with such a person.

On the way back to the hotel, the two of them handed each other business cards, chatted about the fashion investment in Italy, and talked about 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 arrived at the hotel safely, there was a little more taste of reluctance.

Armani in the corridor didn't say a word, but his steps were a little hurried, and several people followed behind him with great discernment, maintaining a very good silent posture.

It wasn't until the room of the Qinguan Hotel was opened, in a closed environment, that the old man felt safe, and finally returned to that calm state.

"Old man, I'll contact your assistant for you."

As the old man's royal team, after being separated from the leader, I don't know what it will be like in a hurry.

Giorgio Armani waved his hand and signaled to go down, and Sister Xue dialed the phone number at the other end of the room.

"Qin Guan, come here."

"Ugh."

The two face-to-face, an old man and a young man, started their tacit conversation.

"They won't go too far, I guess I see the value of business from you."

"Huh?"

"Mokacs. Salvado: An orthodox mafia family from Sicily origin...."

"Poof... Ahem"

"Who? It's the owner of that luxury car, it really doesn't look like it..."

Giorgio Armani nodded slightly, with a little inexplicable self-satisfaction: "You think it's a gangster on the streets of New York, vulgar with a natural obscene embryo." ”

"This is the ancestor of the world, and this is not an uneducated barbarian, with the characteristic temperament of our Italians, which is not bad."

Old man, is it time to show your patriotism? Shouldn't we get down to business?

Qin Guan scratched his head suspiciously, and asked puzzledly, "What do they like about me?" ”

"It's not the journalists who are making a movie with Italy."

"Many of these families have already started to launder money, and the best way to explain the source of this money is to find a clean way to make money and launder it."

"In these days, what could be faster than investing in movies and making money?"

"You don't have to worry too much" Giorgio Armani patted Qin Guan on the shoulder with some relief: "In Italy, the Mokachi family is the only company that has set foot in the fashion industry. ”

"They are very well-behaved and know how to do things according to our rules, in fact, if you have been with them for a long time, you will like such businessmen."

"How so? It's a bit stupid, only recognizing people. ”

Oops, what does that mean? It seems that the water in Italy is very deep.

Gangsters are a phenomenon in Italy that is about to become a country, and those who exist in all aspects of society, maybe any one of them will be able to have something to do with the bigwigs.

It was only foreign turtles like Qin Guan who made a fuss.

Unable to allow a room of people to digest this shocking news, Sister Xue, who had been stunned next to the phone for a long time, woke up after hearing the knock on the hotel door.

'Dangdang'

"Oh, here you are, you're here to pick up the old man, right? Come in. ”

In just ten minutes, seven or eight people rushed in Hulala, surrounded Armani and left in a hurry, leaving only a mess and a trio who continued to be stunned.

ps; I recommend a book to everyone, "Big Star is Me" is an entertainment article written by an old driver of a super pit, there are a lot of pits, but the song list in it is very good. Some of the songs are very good, I like entertainment texts, and book friends with high anti-toxicity can go and take a look. (To be continued.) )