Chapter 179: A Big Talk

On the third floor of the Mask Cat Club, a spacious hall is extremely solemn and majestic.

If the nobles of the imperial capital of the Delen Empire came here, they would be surprised to find that the furnishings of this hall were almost exactly the same as the furnishings of the hall used by the current imperial empress Margrethe III when she ascended the throne.

In front of the huge, heavy throne, an equally massive, heavy camera stood.

Two of the best photographers of the Tulun Port Post carefully adjusted the lens of the camera, carefully putting the expensive negatives into the camera.

A tall, thin old man with a goat's beard, dressed in the same royal robe as Margrethe III's enthronement, holding a crystal ball in his left hand and a scepter in his right hand, sat on the throne and tried his best to pose exactly like that of Margaret III's famous "Enthronement" painting.

The two old men, both of whom were also wearing custom-made imperial robes, were busy on the side, seriously helping the goat-bearded old man to tidy up the imperial robes on his body, and trying his best to take care of every pleat on the imperial robe exactly the same as on the famous oil painting.

In the hall, there were a dozen other men ranging in age from forty to seventy sitting on the sidelines, chatting and waiting - they were all dressed in custom-made, well-fitting imperial robes that were exactly the same as those of the old man sitting on the throne!

This is a group of idle and 'notorious' 'rich idlers' in the port of Tulum.

Last month, Vigrar, Duke Ross, and the new Council of Seven, the new council, and the new town hall officials of Port Tulum took a group photo on the steps in front of the town hall.

After this group photo was published in the newspaper, in just half a month, it has been spread throughout the Delun Empire, causing a wave of imitation - the photo is much more trendy and interesting than oil painting, and the clarity and accuracy are also incomparable to oil painting!

To be precise, photographs have more 'historical value' and 'preservation value'.

Inspired by this, this group of idle old guys, who didn't know who had the idea, immediately came up with an extremely wonderful idea - they arranged such a hall on the third floor, dressed it up exactly like the famous grand hall in the imperial capital, and then everyone ordered a set of imperial robes, ready to recreate the scene of Margrethe III's accession to the throne!

They themselves played the protagonists of the enthronement ceremony, ready to use their cameras to capture this 'historic scene'!

If you have money, you will be able to do things quickly.

It only took four or five days for the hall to be completely decorated, and the custom-made royal robes were all worn on the body. The group of guys got together today, and they were going to take photos here one by one for private collection.

A beautiful woman in a tuxedo with a beautiful face silently pushed open the door, walked over to the old man who was sitting and chatting, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

The white fat old man was stunned, then nodded with a smile: "Ah, interesting, really interesting!" Brothers! ”

The fat old man stretched out his left hand and shook his fingers slightly.

On the ring finger of his left hand, a huge gold ring shimmered with dazzling light, and on the ring surface, with a small black diamond, inlaid with a black snake that chased and devoured itself, and a '∞' mark was clearly visible.

The emblem representing the mysterious organization of 'El' was made into a ring by this old man and put on his finger in a grand manner.

If you look closely, in this hall, except for the two photojournalists who are busy, everyone wears such an exaggerated and pompous ring on their fingers, highlighting their status as 'El Members'.

The old man shook his fingers triumphantly and laughed loudly: "Interesting things, you will definitely be interested...... Someone came to sell the profile of Tifa of the Vetto family, ha, guess who? ”

More than a dozen idlers chatting at the same time widened their eyes and looked at the white fat old man.

Even the old man with the goat's beard, who was struggling on the throne, and his two companions who helped him arrange his royal robes, all looked over to this side.

The white fat old man shook his head triumphantly: "The person who sent the message to buy this news is from the imperial capital, the three provinces adjacent to Tulun Port, that group of noble little lords...... And the one who is going to sell this news is our Young Master Qiao! ”

'Wow'!

More than a dozen idlers applauded at the same time, and one by one stood up excitedly.

Uncoiled from his helmet, wearing a black cloak and a dull opera mask, Jo followed a coolly dressed maid with rabbit ears and a headdress down the stairs to the third floor of the Mask Cat Club.

As soon as he whispered to the bartender at the counter, he was taken to a dressing room, and after asking for his opinion, Joe chose such a hidden outfit.

While leading the way in front, the maid kept turning her head and throwing a murmuring glance at Qiao: "Sir, you are really burly and tall, Tulun Port, you are such a sturdy man, but it is rare." ”

With a faint scent, the maid stuffed a small, sturdy card to Joe: "My name is Grace, and I live in Coconut Lane, next door to Palm Street, and I have my house number on it...... To you, my door is always open! ”

Grace's tender little hand squeezed Joe's arm, and then let out an inexplicable laugh.

Joe's eyes widened, he looked at the small card in his hand, and laughed dryly.

The little pink card was as hot as a red-hot soldering iron in his hand, and Joe was tempted to throw it away. But seeing the autumn waves that Grace kept throwing over, Joe struggled and stuffed the small card into his trouser pocket.

"Ahhhh Joe chuckled dryly.

Grace sneered and led Joe to the third floor. She whispered: "Dear sir, the first floor of the club is open to the public, and anyone can come and go as they please, and consume as much as they want. ”

"However, all the facilities on the second floor are only available to annual card members and their friends brought by annual card members...... Annual card membership, the one-year membership fee is 100,000 gold marks, you can consider it, there will be value-added services! ”

"On the third floor, only life members, or some more special members, or VIPs who have spent a certain amount of money, can ascend to the third floor. You may also consider topping up 1,000,000,000 gold marks and you will automatically get a lifetime membership. ”

"The service on the third floor, absolutely fantastic...... Don't you want to try it? ”

Joe continued to laugh dryly.

On the third floor of the Mask Cat Club, the staggered corridors are separated by fully enclosed private rooms. Outside every gate of flowing gold and color, there are guards with serious expressions standing solemnly.

In the corridor, the male and female waiters with cool clothes and thousands of styles between their eyebrows wander back and forth, like hard-working little bees, constantly sending all kinds of food and wine into independent spaces.

The maid took Joe around the hallway, and when Joe was almost confused, she stopped outside a large door at the end of the hallway.

A maid pushed open the door and brought drinks to the private room.

The half-open door wafted out the thick smell of cigar smoke, followed by a hysterical obscene laugh.

"Any woman has weaknesses, whether it is a noble woman or a common woman, whether it is a rich woman or a poor woman, whether it is a pure girl or a mature woman, whether she is cold and jade, or coquettish-to the bone."

"Women, any woman, have weaknesses."

"No woman can't be conquered, no woman can't be played, it's just a matter of how much effort you put into it, how much money you put in. As long as you are attentive, as long as you are willing to pay, all women in the world can become your pets and become your toys! ”

A high-pitched voice shouted loudly in the room, constantly eliciting a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause.

"For example, Miss Tifa, who looks like an iceberg beauty, is from a good background, has a rich family, and is actually a rare official judge...... Such a woman seems to be hard to get, doesn't it? According to the eyes of you guys, you must think that this woman is very difficult to get her hands on! ”

"But, for me, this woman is not hard to get!"

"It's just a matter of effort and cost...... As long as I know her preferences, as long as I target her weaknesses...... Who's going to have a game with me? As long as I get the information I want, three months, and after I get the information I need, up to three months, I can make her belly have an extra cute little life! ”

The maid who led the way looked at Qiao gently and softly, and laughed softly: "Lovely sir, we have arrived!" ”

Under the dark mask, Qiao gritted his teeth and smiled silently.

On the black card just now, Joe was surprised to find that someone was actually collecting information about Tifa's preferences...... He wondered who was collecting these things through the El Organization.

Therefore, after telling Lan Mu Hibiscus and Lan Baitong a few words, he pretended to sell information and followed the maid here.

Sure enough, he heard these foul words that made him angry out of thin air, and heard these obscene words that were extremely disrespectful and insulting to the women of the world, especially to Tifa.

After a few giggles, Joe asked in a low voice, "Is that them, offering Miss Tifa's information?" ”

The maid threw a wink at Qiao: "The Excellencies inside are all extremely distinguished guests, they ...... Financially strong...... If your information is very scarce and authentic, the price is negotiable. ”

"Yes, the price is negotiable...... Go to Yaolu Street, report my name, the price is negotiable. ”

Joe 'giggled',

Then he kicked the half-open door to pieces.