Chapter 260: The Aristocratic Game

The last of the three men to speak added: "It's chaotic here, after years of apartheid, black police are vengeful against whites, and when whites and blacks clash, no matter who is justified, basically the judicial decision will be biased in favor of blacks...... Well, if Madame you insist, I'm willing to try. ”

When An Feng heard this, his expression moved slightly-the "lady" that the man said just now was actually just an honorific title, not that the lady was married, this honorific title was similar to "Ia", if translated literally, the other party was called "a certain lady who lives by the Lime River".

This method of "place name" plus "of" and "name" is used only for the blood of the ancient nobility. And the word "Graham Riverside Reservation" can also be translated as: Honorable Miss Baron Clinton (Clinton, Clinton).

The honorific young lady immediately asked, "Look, he's still tugging, what should we do?"

It's actually a group of "noble second generation...... Oh no, they may be "twenty generations expensive".

A group of small aristocrats actually wanted to quietly beat people in sacks...... Sure enough, impulsiveness is a disease of youth, and no one is immune.

A group of people who are like peacocks and try to show off to their females are also calm. Alberto replied unhurriedly: "Clinton, any one of us has a scandal, and it is the front page of lace news all over the world, and I think this is what everyone does not want to see." So, we'd better pretend we don't understand his teasing, and whatever the other person says, you'll be buzzing like a fly - he won't understand our language anyway.

"Viscount dGnar, you're too cautious, who knows us here? South Africa's chaotic magazine editors, a few of whom know our group of nasty dignitaries, haha, didn't we choose this place for vacation in the first place because there were the least Western journalists here? The man who spoke first retorted.

The topic opened up all at once, and another man next to him hurriedly suggested, "Actually, we can ...... In this way, it can also be ...... Such. ”

Then the topic changed, several aristocratic men and women jokingly discussed the methods of beating people behind their backs, and some suggested finding a place in the shade of a tree, taking off their shirts to cover each other's heads, and then beating each other with fists; Others suggested hiding in the bushes and taking advantage of the brutal rush of people; Some people also suggested that Yu Crisp send a woman out to seduce the other party, and then walk to the area where "there is no one around, and there is no blood in the beating", strip off the other party's clothes, beat them, and throw them in the roadside trash cans...

Sure enough, it was a "blue-blooded child" who was not diligent in his four bodies, even if he wanted to play tricks, the means he came up with were too boring - An Feng despised it.

The discussion on the other side was not over, An Feng had already finished browsing the contents of the mobile phone memory card, he reached out and popped out the cigarette butt, the cigarette butt accurately drew an arc and fell on the ashtray, and then he pretended not to know the liaison, and walked into the distance.

The liaison officer also has the task of supervising An Feng's destruction of the memory card in person. He deliberately accosted the five Italian men and women a few more words, and then pretended to leave the group of gringos who didn't understand the language, put his hands in his pockets, and sneakily chased An Feng's footsteps.

At this time, An Feng actually didn't go far, he walked very leisurely, the direction seemed to be the boulevard by the reservoir on the top of the mountain, in the distance, he heard Miss Baron Clinton's crisp Italian faintly heard in the wind, the speed of speech was very fast, and the tone was similar to singing: "Aha, this lewd man is really a scoundrel, he followed behind the man, did he want to rob?" …… Hey, poor man, he looks ......"

Viscount Alberto Gasparre asked calmly, "Honorable Miss Clinton, are you sure these two are not in the same group?" Hey, they're coming together. ”

Miss Baroness Kling quickly responded: "This, I can be sure. I was facing their path, and the black man was staggered with the unlucky guy looking around for a smoking area with a cigarette in his hand. Seeing this, the black hooligan suddenly turned around halfway and pulled out a cigarette to talk to the unlucky guy...... I guess the black man chose the unlucky guy as his target for stealing. ”

The man then beckoned to his companion: "Great, don't we want to teach each other a lesson?" It's better for us to follow quietly, and when the other party commits the robbery, we can beat the other party with confidence, believing that the victim will testify for us. ”

At this time, Miss Clinton squinted her eyes, looked at An Feng's back in the distance, and assessed: "The suit is sold on Oxford Street in London, the shoes are custom-made in Fleet Street in London, I didn't see the belt, and the watch is ...... That's right, this is an Englishman, full of British luxury. ”

Being stared at with such curiosity, An Feng was bitter in his heart, and the black mixed-race child was also bitter in his heart, the two wanted to find a no-man's land and destroy the memory card face to face, but they were followed by five tails. The five idle and panicked aristocratic men and women were full of interest and ready to punish the evil and eliminate the traitor, so they hoped that An Feng would have a conflict with his liaison in order to ......

But can there be conflict?

Along the tree-lined path of the reservoir for a few turns, An Feng and his liaison did not get rid of the five enthusiastic youths, and in the eyes of the five enthusiastic youths, the black mixed-race seemed to be impatient to start, he followed closely one step away from An Feng, looking left and right to find nobody, and viciously warned the five young people who were chasing with his eyes.

The group walked around in the secluded forest for ten minutes, and they didn't find any mobile phone opportunities for each other, and An Feng had already loaded the memory card into the destroyer at this time, ready to make a move at any time. Finally, the five young men and women lost their patience, they whispered, paused for a moment, and pretended to enjoy the scenery and stayed in place for a while, and from this, they distanced themselves from An Feng and the others......

Ten seconds of spare time was enough, An Feng turned around again, with the help of a big tree to block the eyes of five young men and women, he raised his hand to let the liaison see the memory card in the destroyer, and then pressed the start button, a wisp of green smoke came out, and the memory card was burned red by the powerful voltage......

Then, An Feng released the start button, he waved his hand to let the green smoke disperse, and then put the destroyer into the liaison's pocket, and whispered in the local language: "Punch, hurry, punch my face." ”

The liaison rolled his eyes, and he raised his fist inexplicably as if hypnotized, and swung it away with a soft punch...... However, An Feng's counterattack was swift, and he squatted down like lightning, and at the same time, a ferocious right hook hit the liaison in the stomach.

The liaison didn't feel the slightest pain when the punch landed—no, he didn't even feel the slightest sense, he couldn't feel An Feng's fist hitting him, but after the punch fell, the nerve conditioning caused his body to curl up like a lobster, and he covered his stomach and fell to the ground like a solid log in free fall...... Then there was the overwhelming feeling of vomiting.

The liaison's entire body curled up in a ball, his back twitching, and he let out a loud gagging sound. After a few vomits, finally, Yu vomited and triggered a real vomit, and his gastric juice and food in his stomach gushed out, even from his nostrils.

Immediately afterward, the liaison still did not feel any pain, he only felt paralyzed and confused, but at this time, his body was still twitching violently, and the strong sound of vomiting continued even in the coma.

The sound of vomiting attracted five young men and women, who ran around the tree that obscured their view, and then they froze in place, and after a while, the lady named Clinton said, "Ha, I didn't hear any fighting. ”

At this moment, a siren sounded poignantly, and everyone looked in the direction from which the sound came, only to see that at the end of the trail not far away, two black policemen stuffed the siren into their mouths, puffing out their cheeks and staring at here, one of the policemen was hurriedly unloading the holster, at this time An Feng turned around, and a fish jumped into the jungle, and the remaining five Italian men and women immediately woke up, and one of the men quickly reminded: "Run separately." ：”

One of the five women defended: "It's not us, we're innocent." ”

Miss Clinton interjected quickly: "How do we explain to the police, in prison?" ”

Alberto, one of the five, quickly reminded: "Hurry up, South Africa's prisons are full of thieves, thieves, homosexuals, and AIDS patients, and we should ...... instead of bothering to explain to them."

At this point, everyone suddenly realized, and each looked for a direction and ran into the jungle.

South Africa's police are lazy, and their main means of maintaining law and order is to squat in their offices, read the newspaper and drink tea, and even when the street patrol police see a crime in progress, they blow their sirens at best. When their families were young, they never dared to take the initiative to provoke criminals, but when they saw that the police around them were all around, once they caught the suspects in the hearts of the police, those policemen did not listen to the suspects' explanations. Regardless of 3721, they will throw the suspect into the detention center first, as for whether you are innocent or not...... Haha, go to court and talk to the judge.

South Africa's prisons have always been known for their chaos, and a few well-dressed young men and women are reluctant to go on a day trip to the prison, preferring to escape and wait for the police to find the hotel before having their lawyers intervene.

An Feng didn't run fast, after a few dodges in the jungle, he had already begun to swim in the grass at a slightly faster speed than walking, he was not afraid of the police catching up with him at all, if three or two policemen found him, they were looking for abuse, a large number of policemen...... He has a sense of transcendence, and he won't let a large number of police surround him

After walking a few steps in the forest, the sirens around him sounded more and more, and one after another, more and more noisy, An Feng stopped, he took off his jacket, turned the jacket over, and tidied it up a little, and the jacket changed into a hunting suit of another color.

Putting on the hunting suit on his body, An Feng casually tidied up his hairstyle, and when the hairstyle was finished, his hand did not come down from his head, at this time he turned his head slightly sideways, and listened to the delicate sound of squirting in the grass behind him, and then he saw Miss Clinton coming out of the forest with a grass clipping.

Seeing that she had caught up with An Feng, Miss Clinton smiled, she looked An Feng's modification up and down, stretched out her thumb and gestured, tilted her head and greeted: "Let's go together?" ”

An Feng looked at the other party, he hooked his little finger at the other party, Miss Clinton meekly walked to An Feng's side, An Feng's wrist flipped, and a hairband appeared in the palm of his hand like magic, he used this hairband to quickly wrap around Miss Clinton's head, so that the other party's shawl hair was tied into a ponytail, and then took off Miss Clinton's suit jacket, naturally put it on his right back, and held each other's arm, and the two got out of the bushes like a couple and walked to the forest path.

There are 350 paths up and down Table Mountain, relying on the feeling of transcendence, An Feng took Miss Clinton down to the top of the mountain without danger, at this time they had actually reached the back of Table Mountain, and went down to the side of the seaside road on the back of Table Mountain, at this time the siren on the mountain had left the two of them, Miss Clinton's expression relaxed a lot, and she asked gossiply: "How did you do it...... Well, I mean, how did you knock that rascal down, we weren't far from you at the time, but we didn't hear any fighting? ”

An Feng's eyes quickly circled over the parked vehicles on the side of the road, and he replied slowly: "Oh, this is not difficult, use your hand to form an empty fist, quickly hit the opponent's stomach pouch, and when you drop the fist, you don't need to release the power, and push the opponent's stomach with the fist along the momentum...... It's complicated to say, and if you don't mind, I can try it on you. ”

Miss Clinton suddenly realized, "Hey, you speak standard Italian, can you understand our conversation?" You've always understood our discussions? ”

An Feng had already walked up to a half-old Beetle at this time, and he beckoned to Clinton: "Stand still, don't move, look around, someone will come to remind me." ”

Miss Clinton sighed, she looked around blankly, only to hear a gluck behind her, she turned her face, and found that a silver light flashed, hidden in An Feng's cuffs, An Feng opened the Beetle's co-pilot seat like opening his own car door, and greeted Miss Clinton into the car politely and gently. Miss Clinton didn't come to her senses until the car was some distance away: "Ah, you stole this car?" It's not your car? ”

This car is obviously not An Feng's car, the car is covered with all kinds of photos of naked women, and there are various headshots of a black man who is quite narcissistic, and the interior decoration style is also completely black style, full of rough and violent beauty

Heavy metal music was playing in the car stereo, and An Feng drove the car calmly, at this time Clinton carefully found that the color of An Feng's chest was inconsistent with the color of the skin on his face, and the skin color on An Feng's face showed a mixed-race complexion, but his chest was very pale and bloodless.

"Ah, I thought you were a local, and then I thought you were an African-American holidaymaker from London, but now it seems like what the hell are you, you speak standard Italian, you speak our language."

An Feng twisted the steering wheel into an alley and asked calmly, "Are you blue blood?" ”

Miss Clinton nodded, and she reached out and said the names of the seven names, and finally explained, "I am a Clinton." ”

The surname Clinton is one of the oldest Italian nobles, said to be a descendant of the Knights Templar, and this Miss Clinton also has a baronial title on her head, which is why she received the honorific title.

Of course, the aristocracy in Europe has completely collapsed after the Second World War, and now the surnames of the nobles in Europe mean nothing, except for a title, they have no fiefdom in their name, no dominion over the countryside in which they live, no jurisdiction and no judicial power.

However, this does not mean that the nobility has disappeared, because although the king no longer exists, the pope still exists, and many nobles still have the papal blessing in their succession to their titles without the king's approval. These nobles also recognized each other's inheritance and titles, and their family crests were still published annually on the European Atlas of Nobles and passed down from generation to generation.

In addition, the descendants of some declining nobles were reduced to relying on the sale of titles to survive, but even if such purchased titles were blessed by the Pope, the inheritance of titles was recognized within the noble community.

Yes, legacy. If someone in the world is willing to pay you, admit that your ancestors are his ancestors, and promise to pass on the glory and glory of your ancestors, isn't this pie in the sky? As for the money, the nobles were willing to turn a blind eye to each other. Because in any case, inheritance is the most important, and bloodline is secondary

However, in addition to the inheritance, the ancient aristocracy of Europe still valued each other's bloodlines, those who were considered the purest nobles, they gathered together with each other, called themselves "blue bloods", they had their own organizations, their own clubs, their own companies, and even their own websites. And the nobles also admit to each other that these "blue bloods" are the last nobles.

Since there is no income from the territory, most of the aristocracy has begun to turn to art, some aristocrats rely on their ability to appreciate art to become jewelry designers, painting masters, etc., and some aristocrats have become wine connoisseurs, and the worst aristocrats can also make a living by opening training schools to teach people aristocratic etiquette, and they often boast that art has penetrated into their genes, and etiquette norms have soaked into every cell of them.

Miss Van Clinton's companions were one of the blue-bloods. This group of people has always had their own social circles and has little contact with ordinary people. And this time. Several young people of the same age group came to South Africa for a holiday and attended the Johannesburg Yacht Race show - their families were all involved in luxury business, and several of them were even secret shareholders of several top yacht companies.

On the way back, An Feng had already figured out Miss Clinton's origin and life experience, mainly thanks to Miss Clinton's chattering commentary. When it comes to art, Miss Clinton is very young, but her artistic attainments are very profound.

"This, the beauty of art has indeed penetrated into every cell of mine......" Miss Clinton proudly claimed, when she said this, An Feng was using the knowledge of his jewelry design company to talk to Miss Clinton, in fact, the real An Feng has no artistic cells on his body, art needs spatial imagination, and An Feng is only used to logical reasoning, he is obviously not good at that kind of irrational things, so talking and talking has become Miss Clinton's unilateral speech.

“… When I was very young, well, I should have been two years old, I was held in my grandmother's hands to a party, and I remember my outfit back then, I was wearing a ruffled dress of organza, the skirt was pale green, and the ruffles were white. It was a bit cold, so my grandmother put a layer of Kashmiri cashmere sweater over my skirt. I wore tall leather boots made of Caucasian lambs, the lambskin was soft, like silk, and the color of the boots was brownish-red, but what I liked in my heart at that time was the flaming vermilion......

But it was nothing, I remember I had a pair of gloves on my hands, I had braids on my head, and my grandmother put a headband on me, it was a Colombian emerald headband, and at that ball, almost all the women wore shiny jewelry, and since then I have loved this shiny decoration, and I leaned into my grandmother's arms and listened to her discuss the color matching. Someone asked my grandmother why I didn't choose the brightest colors to complement my liveliness when I was a little girl. But my grandmother said: Overly bright colors always fall out of fashion quickly, and the only colors that can keep the eyes happy for a long time are those subtle and stable colors, so my skirt is pale green instead of emerald green, and my boots are brown red instead of fiery red.

I remembered this sentence, and when I looked around when I grew up, it was true that all the big brand clothes, the most popular colors were black and white, or add gray, and those very bright colors could also be popular, but they always streaked like meteors across the night sky, and quickly fell out of fashion. The same should be true for jewelry design, in terms of color matching, it is difficult to set off a gemstone that is too bright, and a style that is too bold is always difficult to last.

Jewelry is not like clothes, clothes out of season, out of fashion can be thrown away, and most jewelry will be kept for a long time, sometimes even as a family inheritance - those that are passed down as classic jewelry, the design concept must be solemn and elegant, so that people will not get tired of looking at it for a long time.

On the other hand, fashion jewelry, fashion jewelry, you know, they are very bold in design, the color contrast is very exciting and bright, and you can't keep it for long, so you need to make it from the cheapest materials.

In this way, people who buy these fashion jewelry, because they don't spend much money, when this jewelry is not popular, it is not a pity to throw them away, and those jewelry set with real precious stones, no matter who buys it, hopes that it will be passed on, if it is worn by children in the future, it can become a classic.

Classics need to be limited, not everyone has the opportunity to get classics, so a family jewelry company, for a few dignitaries is enough, these dignitaries to fight, to ensure that they do not appear in the same city, the same social party, otherwise, two people with the same jewelry at the party, they will embarrass each other, and then leave your company, choose a new partner. ”

At this point, Baroness Clinton pointed to the ring on An Feng's hand: "This ring is well made, I know that this ring is made by that master, yes, I heard that this time the South African Diamond Association will release two more Black King Kongs, do you like Black King Kong, I have a ticket to the Diamond Association......"

This ring is the ring that An Feng obtained from the assassin Michelle, who is said to have come from an ancient killer organization, and the main gem of this ring is made of black diamond, which has a hole in the black diamond and is inlaid with an 18-karat gold flower letter "D".