Flower Capital Basque Restaurant.

The Basque restaurant opens at 7 a.m. and it fills up in less than 20 minutes, so it's a natural indication of how popular the restaurant is.

Ivan Jeffrey was tasting the five-diamond salad and confit duck leg in front of him, and he especially liked the two dishes made by this restaurant.

This restaurant serves authentic Basque cuisine.

Although there are other branches of this store in Huadu, the taste is not as good as this.

Ivan was eating a salad while thinking about today's itinerary: I was going to the Longxiang Racecourse later, to get acquainted with the owner there, and at three o'clock in the afternoon I was going to go to the Venetian Chamber of Commerce to talk to the Grande about business, although they were competitors, but ······

Ivan couldn't help but touch the blue fedora on his knees.

This hat has magical magic.

Ivan had heard of the existence of magic and the mysterious world before, and he had been looking for an opportunity to get close to that mysterious world.

Just last year, Ivan met the mysterious Mr. Night, who brought Ivan into that mysterious world.

Every month, Mr. Night holds a mask ball as well as an underground auction.

Through the monthly extravagant mask balls and underground auctions, Ivan was able to gain exposure to that mysterious world and gain a great deal of wealth as a result.

However, Mr. Night does not hold the Mask Ball just to help Ivan and other powerful people become extraordinary, he has a small requirement for each member of the ball.

For example, to promote the sale of certain alcohol products.

Gollum –

Ivan swallowed the last bite of the salad and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Waiter, pay the bill."

Ivan pulled out his wallet and paid the bill, and at this time one of the guests next to him also happened to pay the bill.

Ivan subconsciously looked at the other party.

It was a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes and a black suit·····

The boy seemed to sense Ivan's gaze, and he smiled brightly at Ivan, his left hand unconsciously turning the strange ring on his right index finger.

Ivan just glanced at the boy, then turned his head unconcernedly.

He was still thinking about picking the horse when he went to the racecourse, and he heard that Longxiang had brought an Andalusian horse from the Madrid area.

Thinking of this, Ivan put on his blue fedora and set off for Longxiang Racecourse in a happy mood.

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Rum Direction Racecourse.

"Ivan, what do you think of this Andalusian horse from Madrid?"

"Good!"

Ivan replied excitedly, riding on an Andalusian horse with a pure white thick fur.

One of his hobbies is horse racing.

"Hahaha, if you like it." The fat businessman on an ordinary racehorse said with a smile.

"It must have cost you a lot of money." Ivan asked with a smile.

"No, no, the owner of this horse is just an old man, although this old man has a stubborn temper, but the other party has a very lovely granddaughter. Because of his lovely granddaughter, we could have bought the horse easily. ”

"As for the issue of transportation, as you know, we have many special channels that can avoid the tax office."

The fat merchant said to Ivan with a swaggering expression, a malicious smile on his fat face, which was being pushed by fat.

"yes, it's easy." Ivan laughed too.

While laughing, Ivan subconsciously reached out and touched the blue fedora on top of his head.

Although the fat ball-like businessman in front of him was his partner, the relationship between the two of them was far from the point where he could say such explicit words from the bottom of his heart.

Ivan knew that the other party was affected by the hat on his head, so he confided these words in front of him so presumptuously.

At last year's auction, when Ivan heard about the hat's role and limitations, he was keenly aware that the hat had more room to operate than it literally described.

The performance of this dead fat man in front of him is proof of this.

"I remember that Mr. Ivan seemed to be right to a mother and daughter before..."

"Without further ado, let's go around the racecourse twice."

"Okay."

Ivan rode a muscular Andalusian horse on a horse on the stables, and his equestrianism was arguably the top among amateurs, and the fat merchant was soon left behind by him.

Pedal Pedal –

Ivan heard someone riding a horse following him on the road next to him, and he subconsciously turned his head.

Blonde hair, blond eyes, dressed in a black suit······

It's obviously not too far from him, but Ivan can't see the other party's face clearly, and he only thinks that the other party is a veteran on the horse farm.

Ivan did not notice at all: why would anyone come to ride a horse in formal attire?

Ivan rode his horse with the fat merchant all morning, and then they found a nearby restaurant for a meal, and after eating, Ivan went to the Venetian Chamber of Commerce with the enthusiasm of the fat merchant.

As he walked past the complaint mailbox set up by the tax office, Ivan saw a young man with blond hair and golden eyes, dressed in a black suit, holding a complaint letter that had just been stamped.

In the sunlight, Ivan unconsciously caught a glimpse of a few letters on the complaint letter, and the words formed at the end of those letters were so familiar...

Oh, he remembered, that disgusting dead fat man's name seemed to end with those words.

Ivan always felt something strange, and he took a closer look at the blonde boy, who seemed to notice his gaze.

The blonde boy turned his head to Ivan and smiled unusually brightly, his left index finger and thumb turning the ring on his right index finger.

It's just an ordinary person!

Ivan's sense of eccentricity vanished when he saw the boy's smile, and he glanced at the time, the time of his meeting with the Grandet of the Venetian Chamber of Commerce was approaching.

Ivan glanced at the other party's position again as he left, and found that the person was no longer there, and when he tried to recall the other party's appearance, he couldn't recall the details.

But Ivan didn't take it seriously, after all...

Who cares about a mediocre-looking passerby?

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Chamber of Commerce of Venice.

"Thank you very much for the information, I will draw up a drink contract within the next calendar month. Rest assured, these drinks are obtained through regular channels, and the quality is also very guaranteed, by the way, you can take the time to drink a few bottles of wine I gave you before. ”

Ivan Jeffrey, wearing a blue fedora, is laughing and saying goodbye to his business rivals, and this scene seems absurd.

"You can send me here, and I'll walk the rest by myself, so I don't need to send it anymore." Ivan declined the warm welcome of the old men of the Venetian Chamber of Commerce.

When Ivan returned to his mansion in a happy mood.

When Ivan unscrewed the door of his house and walked into his living room, he heard a burst of pleasant music, which was his own collection of records at home.

Someone broke in!?

(End of chapter)