Dikarman got into the car, and the Cadillac ran away with a puff of smoke.

The motorcade followed and left the airport.

The first stop of the business meeting between the Leng Group and the French delegation was the Palais de Futu, a world-famous art palace in Pakistan, which brings together the amazing masterpieces of many of the world's art masters.

In Cadillac, Deikaman drove the car while boasting to Leng Yueyu about the status of their Ralfe family in Bali.

"Miss Leng may not know that our Ralfe was under the command of Napoleon the Great as early as the First Empire, and we have been intertwined in Bali for many years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we are the head of many families in Bali. ”

The more he spoke, the more inflated he became, as if to show his identity, he overtook and ran red lights, causing a horn to sound behind him.

Dekarman mocked lightly: "A group of poor ghosts dare to honk at me, don't they know that their class is used to extract oil for our big corporations?

Leng Yueyu narrowed her eyes: "Mr. Dekarman, although I, Leng Yueyu, have been pampered since I was a child, I also know how to respect the differences of each individual, and your words like this are really eye-opening for me." ”

Dekarman was also a little angry: "Respect individual differences? Mr. Leng, I can see it, from the young man next to you, I can see it." ”

As he spoke, he turned to Ye Fengtian again: "Young man, when did you start working for Mr. Leng? Where is your hometown in Huaxia? Mr. Leng has such a good vision, I also want to go to your hometown to dig up some labor, Huaxia's labor force is always so cheap." ”

Dikaman's stabbing words made Ye Fengtian a little impatient, the scabbard in his hand stopped, and his sharp gaze stabbed at Dikaman.

Seeing that it aroused Ye Fengtian's anger, Dai Kaman grimaced with a hippie smile.

"Mr. Dekarman, watch the road carefully, the rich man only lives once. Leng Yueyu reminded indifferently.

"But rich people can continue their lives!Haha! By the way, I forgot to tell Mr. Leng that I can win a place in F1 with Kaman in Daycarman, and I can drive this kind of road with my eyes closed!"

While holding the steering wheel, Dikaman turned his head and smiled at Leng Yueyu, he really had no scruples.

In front of the Futu Palace, the convoy stopped.

After getting out of the car, Ye Fengtian looked at Dai Kaman's back and said, "This kind of brain-dead second ancestor, you also have to cooperate?"

Leng Yueyu sighed: "The Ralph family is very powerful in Bali, and financial activities can't avoid them, in fact, his father is also a virtuous person, it's really hard to imagine how they can run such a big business empire." ”

Ye Fengtian didn't say anything anymore, and followed behind Leng Yueyu indifferently, like a shadow.

Entering the Futu Palace, the splendid decorations and various precious oil paintings make people addicted.

The entrepreneurs talked in a whisper as they walked slowly, occasionally stopping for a moment in front of a certain painting, as if they understood.

The beautiful eyes of the cold moon and rain circulate on each piece of art.

At this time, a group of people came to a stop in front of the statue of "Venus with Broken Arms", one of the three treasures of the Futu Palace.

Dai Kaman snorted a few times, strode to the side of the statue, blocked the narrator behind him, glanced at Leng Yueyu, and smiled:

"Venus with a broken arm is said to have been carved by Alexandros of ancient Greece between 150 and 50 BC. Its statue was discovered in February 1820 next to an ancient tomb on the Greek island of Milos in the Aegean Sea, and was bought by France and displayed in a special exhibition room of the Fatu Palace. ”

The merchants of Bali applauded Dykaman wildly: "He is worthy of being the son of Dykarman, and he is really knowledgeable!"

Dai Kaman smiled repeatedly, glanced at Leng Yueyu, his eyes were even more proud, and he looked at Ye Fengtian with more undisguised disdain.

I don't know how long he memorized this line. "The cold moon rain supports the forehead.

Ye Fengtian didn't care about it, but turned to a picture, and suddenly stopped.

The painting shows a handsome young man, dressed in the shawl cloak of a European nobleman, and stepping on noble boots, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

The most frightening thing is that this man's appearance is exactly the same as Ye Fengtian!

"It turns out that it's been passed down here......" Ye Fengtian smacked his lips.

"What are you looking at? Feng Tian?" Leng Yueyu followed like a fart, and looked at Ye Fengtian's gaze.

With just one glance, Leng Yueyu was stunned.

The man on the painting is exactly the same as Ye Fengtian!

"This, how is this possible!" Leng Yueyu didn't suppress it and screamed.

Suddenly, everyone was drawn in.

"Mr. Leng, what's wrong?"

"Miss Leng?"

They also looked at the paintings hanging on the walls and gasped!

Look at the indifferent Ye Fengtian again, and then look at this painting!

Same!

Same!!

Coincidentally, it can't be so coincidental!

Dai Kaman also came up strangely, and saw that Ye Fengtian was actually the same as the person in the painting, and his expression was not good-looking.

"What's going on, how can it be so similar to a painting of more than 500 years......"

The more I looked, the more surprised people became, and even the curator was shocked, holding Ye Fengtian's hand, and insisting that Ye Fengtian take a photo in front of the painting!

"No. ”

Ye Fengtian was a little irritable, he accidentally encountered his portrait, which was still a very interesting thing, but he was spoiled by this group of noisy little insects.

The curator was still chattering, but Leng Yueyu spoke: "We said, don't take pictures, don't you understand?"

The curator had no choice but to give up, but still glanced at Ye Fengtian a few times nostalgically, and then left.

People's topics suddenly focused on the assistant brought by President Leng, and they talked about the long and short things around Ye Fengtian.

Dikaman next to him was in a very bad mood when he saw Ye Fengtian, who was in the limelight, and was still muttering, how could there be such a bizarre thing?!

For a long time, the impatient Ye Fengtian directly squeezed out of the encirclement of this group of people and walked around alone.

Dekarman took the trouble to run over again, and was very attentive to the cold moon rain.

"Mr. Dikarman, can you not block my view, you affect my appreciation!" Leng Yueyu said coldly.

"Mr. Leng, you and I don't want to be inflammatory, who doesn't know who is yet, it's all pretending, who can really understand!"

"Mr. Deikaman, don't get close to me, if you can't understand it, it doesn't mean I can't understand it. ”

Leng Yueyu was really disgusted with this layman to the extreme, and hurriedly stepped aside and talked to a French oil merchant.

Dykaman followed with a dead face: "Miss Leng......"

"Don't you see that I'm negotiating with someone else?" Leng Yueyu narrowed her eyes.

"Are you talking to Miss Leng about something?" Dekarman looked at the oil merchant menacingly.

"I, I, huhuhu......" The oil merchant stammered and whistled away.

(End of chapter)