Yes, it's better than nothing.

Even though Barry Sr. didn't seem that reliable, and even though his news was "old news" from decades ago, I decided to find out.

The head office of the Bank of Venice is only a five-minute walk away, and we can even see the tall building right outside our door. Throughout the ages, the tallest building in a city has always belonged to a bank, hasn't it?

But after thinking about it again, I didn't rush there immediately, but asked Mo to send someone to investigate first. I stayed at the Voyager Hotel, not far from the headquarters of the Bank of Venice.

Two days later, I got the information I wanted—the current head of the Bank of Venice was indeed a member of the Crisson family, but he was no more than thirty-two or thirteen years old, and he was a representative of the Young Zhuang faction.

And his father, the former president of the Bank of Venice, naturally also surnamed Crisson, died three years ago.

Regarding his family situation, after many inquiries, he was still vague, and there seemed to be something hidden in it. This also made my suspicions even heavier, there must be something wrong here!

I have this hunch that I must be able to get something out of this Governor Crisson!

According to Mo's intelligence, the little Crisson is quite fond of watching opera, and he barely fails to perform opera performances at the Teatro di Venice.

And every time he went to the opera, he had a fixed seat – the second floor faced the first VIP room in East Germany – and as the majority shareholder of the Venice Opera, the owner of the Bank of Venice always had special treatment of one kind or another.

I looked at the program they brought back, and tomorrow night there was an opera, an excerpt from Giovanni Boccaccio's Decameron. I believe that President Kerrison's literary youth will not miss it.

With the blessing of the Scattering Coins, I was granted VIP status at the Venice Opera House, and as I wished, I was able to use the first VIP room facing west on the second floor of the opera tomorrow night.

Crisson's love for opera is partly due to the need for his identity and upbringing, but also because he himself is proficient in it, so he is almost always interested in opera.

It's a nice Saturday, and Crisson takes his wife to the theater to see the opera. It's almost a thunderous pattern of his life—said Madame.

Kerrison, however, felt that there was nothing wrong with this, and even thought it was a compliment, especially today's "Decameron", a masterpiece of critical realism and humanistic spirit that he loved the most.

For this reason, he also found the original copy of the autographed manuscript of Giovanni Boccaccio from the bookshelf and solemnly carried it with him.

The waiter in front of the door saluted respectfully to himself, and Crisson took out a silver coin as a tip, and the waiter bowed down to accept it, and very humbly ushered the family into the No. 1 VIP room.

The VIP room is furnished as usual, with fruits, champagne, and tea from the East, fresh but not extravagant, which is also my favorite.

After taking a seat, the waiter opened the curtains of the box, and the panoramic view of the first floor and the stage was immediately in full view.

There are still so many people! Kerison sneered in his heart, how many people are here to be vassal? And how many people really understand?

At this moment, the waiter came to his side, holding a bottle of wine in good condition, and asked, "Sir!" Open now? ”

Crisson frowned, glanced at the waiter, and took the bottle of wine, which was a thirty-year-old Bordeaux wine, probably from the most famous wineries.

Although he earns a lot of money, this kind of wine is only used for Easter, Christmas and other celebrations, and it is too luxurious to watch an opera and drink it.

So he looked back at his wife and smiled and asked, "Honey, did you order it?"

But the lady replied, "Didn't you arrange everything?" My dear. ”

Krisson frowned again, turned back to the waiter, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

The waiter, apparently aware of the goods, stooped down and replied in a humble tone, "To the guests of the bread box!" He's a financier! Looks like a lot of money. ”

Sent? Kerison looked up and glanced at the box opposite, and sure enough, there were guests, and the person sitting at the front raised a glass to him.

Out of politeness, Kerison squeezed out a smile and symbolically raised his hand in return. Then he asked in a low voice, "Who are they?" At the same time, the bottle was handed to the waiter.

The waiter took the bottle and opened it elegantly, and replied in a low voice, "A rich man from the East? Who knows. It doesn't look like a bad guy. ”

Kerison suddenly smiled: "Cork, he gave you a lot of tips!"

The waiter named Cork said with the same expression, "It is my pleasure to serve the guests, sir."

Kerison didn't say anything more, but picked up the wine glass and smelled it, the aroma of the wine was very mellow, it seemed that he had lost his eyes, this was at least forty years old.

It seems that the other party really wants to ask for a loan? In this world, the richer people are, the more they want loans, but looking at his shot, it seems that his strength is very strong, and maybe he will be a long-term high-quality partner in the future.

Kerison said in his heart, and then raised his glass to the other party and toasted it.

In the mouth, Crisson stirred the wine with his tongue and slowly turned it around in his mouth a few times, and suddenly the rich aroma infected his entire senses! Swallowing slowly, Crisson let out a long breath and whispered to Cork:

"In a moment you go to the gentleman and, if it is convenient, invite him to come to my box after the opera to speak."

Cork is naturally very familiar with this set of business, and he has no mouth to agree.

The opera was wonderful, and the ten young actors were all powerful, and Christen was so fascinated by it that when the applause came out, he applauded vigorously, as if he had completely forgotten what had happened.

As the end began, Clison took another sip of his glass, remembered what had just happened, and was about to ask Cork when he heard the door of the box be gently slammed.

"Please come in!" Crisson put down his glass and replied aloud.

The door of the box was immediately pushed open, and a young man from the East who looked much younger than himself walked in, followed by an elderly man who looked like he should be his deputy.

Strange combination! Crison said to himself.

But he saw the young man go not far from him, and saluted himself in the manner of a nobleman. Kerison suddenly felt a pang in his heart, it seems that the other party is not small!

So he immediately got up and greeted him politely, and the two sides sat down separately.

Before he could speak, he heard the lady over there say, "Honey, I'll go back first!"

It turned out that the lady knew that he had business to discuss, so she said goodbye in advance, which was also a suitable move, and he naturally responded.

It was only when the box door was closed again that Cleison spoke, "First of all, thank you for your wine, Your Excellency!" Just don't know who you really are? Why are you looking for me? ”

He spoke in Italian, which the young man did not understand, but the old man translated it into English and spoke to the young man. It seems that he speaks English, and Kerison said the same thing again in English.

The young man on the opposite side showed a happy expression, but the old man took the initiative to leave, and it seemed that he existed as a translator.

The young man smiled at himself and said very easily: "My name is Sun Qilan, as you can see, I am from the far east. Of course the name doesn't mean anything, huh...... I recently received a new name, the Marquis of Mexico from the Queen of England, which is not surprising to you. ”

The Marquis of Mexico? Is that the Mexican marquis? Unless you are deaf! Cleison said to himself. But...... Is it really him? I only heard that it was a young man from the East, was it so young?

Crisson took out an empty wine glass and poured a glass for the man opposite who claimed to be the Marquis of Mexico, and the two touched it lightly before asking, "In this way, it is also difficult for you to venture into the Mediterranean!"

This sentence is a test, an unavoidable test, and Crisson needs a solid answer.

The young man on the opposite side took a sip of wine and continued to smile: "With your connections, it shouldn't be difficult to know that I made a big fuss some time ago, and the Spanish fleet went to New Land."

Krisson snorted, indicating that he knew. The young man smiled happily again: "Of course, it is not difficult to get a set of Nordic caravan formalities, is it?"

Cleison believed eighty percent in his heart, but couldn't help but raise the bar again: "You are so sincere? Aren't you afraid of being a threat to yourself? ”

The young man laughed dumbly and said, "The Spaniards chased half of my fleet with three detachments in the New World, but I still calmly left. Mr. Crisson, you should believe that I have the ability and courage to deal with this. ”

Clison completely believed in the other party's identity this time, poured a glass of wine again, and said lightly after touching the other party: "Okay, Your Excellency Marquis, what are you looking for me?" I guess it's not for the money, is it? ”

The Marquis of Mexico on the other side smiled again, and he smiled very frankly: "Of course, the main purpose is not for money, but if there is an opportunity to cooperate, I will not refuse."

Kerrison smiled and asked, "Then please tell me, what is your main purpose?"

The Marquis of Mexico restrained his smile, looked at himself and said, "My main purpose is to tell you a story."

"Story?" Kerison narrowed his eyes and said, "I love stories. So please get started. ”

"More than thirty years ago, in the ancient East, there was a man of extremely noble status who fell in love with a beautiful woman before he made a fortune." The Marquis of Mexico began to speak.

Clison had a hunch in his heart that this story must have something to do with him, so he listened carefully, and the hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but tighten.

"But it's a pity that she died." The voice of the Marquis of Mexico suddenly became low, and in Kerrison's opinion, his acting ability was no worse than that of the actors just now.

"The man was so grief-stricken that he got drunk all day long. On this day, his deceased lover's sister came to see him, and he was drunk, took him as his lover, and spent the night together. ”

Kerison was silent, but listened to the other party continue: "When he woke up the next day, the man was in great pain, but he was willing to take responsibility for the woman. But this woman knew that the man did not love her, but her sister, so she resolutely left. ”

"Later, the man heard that she had gone with the fleet to a place called Venice, and that she had become pregnant that night and gave birth to a girl."

Krisend's body was already trembling slightly, but he still didn't make a sound, just longing for the other party to speak quickly.

Later, the man was unable to come out to find the mother and daughter because of the heavy responsibility. The year before last, he knew that his life was short, so he asked his nephew to go to sea and find the mother and daughter. ”

"What happens when you find it?" Kerison asked suddenly.

"After you find it?" The Marquis of Mexico showed a bitter smile and continued: "He wants to say to her: I'm sorry! These were his last words. And, if they need it, their nephews will help them in any way they can! ”

Kerison took a few breaths, was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "What is the surname of the woman you are talking about?"

The Marquis of Mexico replied lightly: "The surname is Su!"

Kerison couldn't hold back any longer, and stood up with a "Teng" and said, "Who are you looking for...... Already deceased! After speaking, his eyes were red, and he was holding back tears.

The Marquis of Mexico also stood up and asked, "How do you know?"

Krisson slowly closed his eyes and let the tears flow.

"Because, she's my mom!"