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Chapter 255 has been added to three thousand words, remember to read it.

Bisandi's answer, of course, is "no".

When Madame's health care doctor came to see her, he tactfully reminded her that Konstantin was still her chosen heir after all, and that "there have been rumors outside," said the health care doctor, "and they say that you are not satisfied with Konstanton."

The young people were eager to try, and Konstantin, who could be their father by his age, was in an awkward position.

With her eyes closed, Madame held a long enamel cigarette stick, the mouth of which was ivory, charred yellow by smoke, and where the mouthpiece and the stem meet, there was a circle of small round diamonds.

"It's just teasing silly kids." Madame said.

When receiving her health care practitioner, the lady was dressed plainly, a silver-gray tunic with a high neck and tweed dress, starting from a slender waist and a row of diamond buttons down to her chin, her face hidden behind a misty cyan smoke.

The health care doctor sighed, he was not close to Constantine, but he loved Madame, when he was a pimple-riddled teenager, and although he knew that he was not even qualified as a lover of Madame—Madame never made a secret of the needs of human nature, and her husband and lover had complained that the daughter of the Clovin family was too insatiable in bed—and in his marriage, never seven times a day, only once every seven days, so he still felt powerless, but he still loved her, and after the internship, He gave up his prospective, peaceful and bright future and ran back north to become a small, crisis-ridden family doctor for that.

He reminded Madame that not for Konstantin, but for Madame.

"Tell me what you know," said the lady, "has the Bisandi refused?"

"Needless to say," replied the health practitioner reluctantly, "Clovin and Bisandi have been bitter rivals for nearly fifty years—and they are willing to do the bargain, neither for money nor for cooperation." It's just because 'those people' want them to do it. He tilted his head and made a gesture that, in the north, represents the federal government: "In the whole deal." The Bisandi family actually only played the role of an errand boy, they brought what we wanted, and then brought back what those people wanted, and deducted a part of it as their own commission, and in their mission, there was absolutely no armed robbery - if I didn't do it, Orlosa was the territory of the Clovin family, who knows if the alarms that were said to be turned off would suddenly be turned on, and the guards who were sent away would suddenly turn back? There were only twenty of them, two of whom were children. One is the heirs of Bissandi, and if they are caught here and put in jail - the whole world will laugh out loud teeth. ”

Madame rolled her eyes, she was still so beautiful when she did so.

"You can't say that," said Madame smugly, "Constantine told me that in Orlosa. We can't even get 10,000 carats of uncoded diamonds. ”

"Don't embarrass him, if you give him a few months, a year, two years, it might not be very difficult to raise these diamonds, we give him too little time." The health care doctor said reasonably.

"And now?" Madame asked, "What is that stupid boy going to do?"

"He spoke to Yelena on the phone," said the health care doctor, "and I guess he wanted to leave this to her." Yelena was a very good fast guy before she was imprisoned, she gave birth to a son to Konstantin, Konstantin gave her parents a villa, and sent her brother to college - she should still be quite loyal to Konstantin, and there is no danger in this matter if done properly. ”

Madame smiled sarcastically, "Don't let this happen. She said, "Let them watch."

"Yes," said the doctor, "yes, ma'am."

Before exiting the room, he knelt down on one leg and kissed Madame's hand. Pressed her lips to the square diamond ring she was carrying.

The church of Orlosa has only three domes, but it is no less luxurious than the Basilica of San Basilio, which is located in the capital with thirty-three onion-shaped roofs, with its three domes plated with pure gold, the interior of the dome decorated with colorful gold mosaics, the iconographic screen framed in silver and copper, inlaid with colored gemstones, and the chalice and reliquary.

"It's dizzying." Father Peter muttered that he had the same problems as the priests who had been born on Poseidon Island, and that no matter how much Holy Communion they received, no matter how many confessions they heard, no matter how many prayers and masses they did, they would never be able to drive away the devil named greed, whose hands could not help but itch when they saw something valuable.

He put his hand in the pocket of his coat, and something cold in the pocket soothed the heart that had been broken by reason.

Tourists passed by him, their surprised eyes fell on Father Peter's white-collar ring, and they seemed to wonder how a priest could enter an Orthodox church.

What's so strange about this, Father Peter said in his heart, that we are the fruit of a vine, and that the days of going to war with a cross with three fingers or five fingers, whether to put a biscuit alone or to add wine to communion, whether to take a bath at baptism or to nod your forehead, and so on, are long gone, and a priest who has a friend who is a monk or priest is simply normal and cannot be normal anymore.

Father Peter and his friend met on the Internet, Father Peter needed a batch of holy relics, and his friend knocked on it, and after several tentative transactions, they found out that they were actually working for the mob, Father Peter was from the Bissandi family, his friend was not bound to that fixed family, he was a broker like Sir Raul, but what passed through him was not arms, but intelligence.

Of course, this friendship takes money to maintain, a lot of money.

Father Peter's friend soon appeared, standing under the hanging statue of the saint in the aislea, who was said to be a well-meaning robber and the first to go to heaven.

Like the other priests, he had a thick beard, a black hat, and a robe of the same color, and his gait was light and his face was serious.

Father Peter and his friends walked out of the church one after the other, a little before lunch. But it was time for the morning supper, and Father Peter's friend took him into a little crooked cottage, all made of wood.

Waiting for bread, beetroot soup. When fried chicken, stew and cake were served, Father Peter pulled his gift out of his pocket.

There is a gold chain with the thickness of a woman's little finger, and the gold chain is hung with a bitter image, which is also pure gold, the size of a man's palm, and the craftsmanship is exquisite, and there are four rubies embedded in the elbows and ankles of Jesus' hands, symbolizing the blood left by the Son after the nail was nailed, and the head of the Son has a diamond-set halo.

"My goodness." The priest said, "What a lovely little baby." He put it in his hand and rubbed it repeatedly, "It's the biggest one hanging in the window, no, I've seen it, but I haven't been able to make up my mind to take it home." ”

"Because you're just waiting for someone to send you." Father Peter said, "Take it, it's yours."

The priest joyfully lifted up the gold chain, hung it around his neck, and tucked the bitter image into his robe, so that only a slight protrusion could be seen from the outside: "You are a good friend of generosity," he said, "but the ugly words must come first, and they cannot be counted in the fee—or a little till or two of inconsequential lace that I can give." But nothing else. ”

Father Peter deliberately made a look of displeasure: "I said it was a gift," he closed his mouth as the waiter brought the caviar-drizzled bread, and waited for him to walk away before he continued: "You can tell me the little lace news next time, what I want to know is just some ordinary news, which will not be published in the newspapers, nor will it attract too many sharks and polar bears."

"Let's talk about it in detail."

"Orrosa in July is so full of mosquitoes. The ominous omen of a reindeer staggering me was that I was afraid that the little bugs would follow us south. What do you think? Are they showing signs of migration?"

The priest made a code about the price, and Father Peter nodded knowingly before he replied: "The little bugs are a specialty of the north, and the south will make them uncomfortable, and they will only go further north."

"How long will it take to make such a noisy little bug?"

"Little bugs make a lot of noise every year, but this year and next year will be especially bad." The priest said.

The waiter served beetroot soup topped with sour cream.

While tasting the fried chicken with the cream filling, Father Peter carefully considered the cheque denomination in his pocket and decided to ask another question: "Can I know what the little bugs going further north are looking for?"

"Little bugs are buzzing, what else can they look for? Fresh flesh and blood, of course. The priest said, "But if you know whether they are looking for reindeer or foxes, you have to see for yourself."

"The guest is too presumptuous, and the host is going to be angry."

"Then the guest will have to go home with his doubts," said the priest with a smile, "the answer to this question is beyond the ordinary realm, you are my good friend, Peter, and I can send you an additional piece of news related to it, that is, at most half a year, this news will be worthless."

Father Peter shrugged his shoulders as the waiter brought the goulash and potatoes, the priest's words were already informative, and it was not the style of a wise man to chase after him, he pulled out a check from the inside of his coat that was clipped in a leather clip and placed it under the priest's rye beer glass.

The priest stretched out his paws like a cat and grabbed the thin, hard piece in his hand, and he looked at the amount on it, and put it into the wide pocket of his robe with satisfaction.

Then they said no more, for whatever came out of the priest's mouth could be exchanged for money, and of course he was stingy, and Father Peter had to beware that his unintentional words would become the priest's little treasure.

As the two divided a honey cream cake the size of a basin, a pair of people passing by them caught the attention of the two clergymen.

"Good boy," said the priest, "you don't have to do anything to get two million dollars."

"Not really," agreed Father Peter, "what a beautiful little girl."

He said his eyes were fixed on the neck of the beautiful young woman, with an emerald-shaped pink diamond hanging from it, and she was wearing a diamond ring and bracelet, which she was carrying, presumably her daughter, and her hair was also shining with diamonds.

What the priest meant was that a simple robbery could earn no less than two million dollars in additional income from these two people, and kidnapping and ransom would have to be counted separately.

"It's a pity that it can't be done now." Father Peter sighed and clinked glasses with the priest: "We are all good old men now, and we can no longer do illegal business."

That being said, he couldn't help but want to see more, he always felt that this young woman had a bit of déjà vu, and her daughter was quite familiar.

((One second to remember)