Reborn Financial Overlord

Allowing the smoke to swim around in the body, Ferrara made an expression that I couldn't help but spit out the smoke in the body.

"President Ciampi, I think you also know what the Cardina family represents. If you don't want your friends to be hurt, the best way is to wait now. By the way, I haven't told you yet, take your A person who is an oriental friend will be the next successor queen of the Cardina family."

"What? FUCK."

'Poison Queen' Claudia Cardinale.

'Queen' Claudia Cardinale.

In the land of Italy, according to the ancient tradition, the legal inheritance of the title needs to be crowned by the Pope to be justified.

The leader of Mafia also needs to be recognized, and the only recognition is the approval of all the members of the Presbyterian Church and the grand coronation ceremony held by the godfather.

If the Holy See is the holy ruler of the city of Rome, the Cardina family is the night king of this city.As the heir of the Cardina family, if Claudia Cardina accepts the succession of the contemporary godfather, then she is a well-deserved queen.

Ciampi didn't know much about the Cardina family, but as one of the most powerful people in the entire Italian financial system, how could he not know what the queen meant.He knew that it would be impossible to rely on the police to go to the door to forcibly demand someone, unless he could mobilize the army.

The corners of Qian Pi's mouth twitched a few times unconsciously, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes also twitched crazily, his brown eyes were gloomy like water.

"I want to know his news as soon as possible."

"This is easy to handle. We can just wait here."

After several quick calculations in his mind, Qian Pi rejected the proposal.

"No. I'm going to wait."

Xihe's sunshine shone on his body, driving away the dark haze of the world.

But the gloom on Shen Jiannan's face did not dissipate at all, he looked at the castle-like building in front of him bitterly, his eyes were full of anger and humiliation.

In his two lifetimes, he has never been humiliated like this. Even when he was hunted down by the FBI, he was only panicked and uneasy, but now, he can't even figure out what happened, that feeling of his body betraying his will , is simply maddening.

"Boss! Are you okay?"

"Boss! How are you?"

Across the street, Tang Dunhou and the others were still blocked in the car by more than a dozen people and dozens of guns. When they saw Shen Jiannan coming out, they immediately shouted.

I don’t know if I received any news, or heard the roar of the police car, and the mafia members surrounding them put away their guns. Those who got on the car got on the car, and those who got on the motorcycle got on the motorcycle. go.

Shen Jiannan stood there without moving, he really couldn't believe that he really walked out so easily.

He said yes to a billion dollars.

But in the end, Katina didn't mention it any more.

Thinking that at the last moment, Claudia Cardina suddenly got up and sat on her body to take over everything, that kind of huge humiliation made Shen Jiannan's face turn blue and red.

A feeling more absurd than a dream arises spontaneously.

Could it be that the woman was instructed by someone to tease him and humiliate him?

Or, she also knew that the billion dollars was too hot, so she chose to give up?

The crisis had disappeared, and the three of Tang Dunhou opened the car door and ran over quickly. They looked up and down Shen Jiannan's body with red faces and anxious eyes. After making sure that there were no missing arms or legs, the guilt and self-blame in their hearts eased a little.

"Boss. What are these bastards looking for you for?"

"Aren't you hurt?"

"..."

What?

Shen Jiannan didn't know how to answer this question at all. He still didn't understand what that poppy-like woman wanted to do.

humiliate him?

tease him?

But what's the point of doing so.

Keeping his mouth tightly shut, Shen Jiannan didn't want to say a word, how could he have the face to tell others about such a huge shame.But that bright red color, which is redder than blood, can't be lingered in his mind no matter what.

There was never a moment when Shen Jiannan wanted to kill all the rapists in the world.

never had.

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Chapter 69

The police always arrive late in movies, and the police in Rome are not much better than those in Italy. With the flickering and roaring of police lights, police cars surrounded them from all directions.

The speed of the police car was not fast, and when Qianpi found Shen Jiannan and his party, he stopped the car and walked over quickly, opened the door.

"Shen. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

Shen Jiannan's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he didn't want to answer this question. Now, he just wants to go back and take a good bath before getting back to this place.

"I am fine."

Qian Pi heaved a sigh of relief, he had already prepared for the worst, and he didn't expect Shen Jiannan to come out so soon.

"That's good. What happened, how did you mess with the Katina family?"

"I don't know. But right now, I don't want to talk about it. Can I go back and rest?"

"..."

Shen Jiannan didn't want to stay here for a moment, he felt as if the most disgusting thing was glued to his whole body, no, or rather, it was like a piece of transparent white paper stained with stains, it would be really disgusting if he didn't wash it off. uncomfortable.

After briefly explaining to Qian Pi, Shen Jiannan got into the car, and Tang Dunhou and the others saw his ugly face, so they didn't dare to ask any more questions, and quickly started the car.

Anger, fear, and physical exhaustion came one after another. Leaning on the leather back seat of the car, Shen Jiannan closed his eyes and wanted to rest, but he couldn't fall asleep.

The blood-red silk dress, bright red like a poppy, hovered in the consciousness for a long time, and the cold pistol metal, tightly attached to the skin, like a soul-eating ant constantly biting in the heart.

The huge sense of shame made Shen Jiannan clenched his fists unconsciously.

It's not that he has never been pointed at by a gun, and it's not that he has never been pointed at by someone naked. In New York, he was even robbed of everything on his body by a big black man at gunpoint. He left a pair of underwear.

But even then, it was just fear and anger, not as deeply humiliating as this time.

The car quickly drove back to the hotel villa. Shen Jiannan walked into the lobby with heavy steps. Michiko Anhui was reading a book. When he saw him walking in, he quickly closed the book and walked over in small steps.

"Qiu Shanjiang, you are a chicken. You have worked hard, is the work over?"

It was the tone of a little woman, like a wife waiting to return home.

If it was normal, Shen Jiannan would definitely turn into a big gray wolf when he heard such a habitual greeting from Michiko Yasuhime, but now...he is really not in that mood. He just wanted to take a good shower and get some sleep.

"Well! A little thing. I'll go upstairs to take a shower, and I'll take you out to play tomorrow!"

"Akiyama sauce. What's the matter, why is your face so ugly? Are you sick?"

"It's okay. I'm a little tired from work."

"Then I'll get you some water."

Anhui Michiko said slightly embarrassed.

Her mother taught her that men work hard outside and must make them feel relaxed at home, but she still felt embarrassed doing these things for the first time.

It's a pity that Shen Jiannan doesn't want to relax at all now, he just wants to calm down.

"Don't bother, I'll just take a shower and be quiet."

"Then I'll prepare your clothes for you."

Shen Jiannan didn't refuse any more, and went upstairs with Michiko Yasuhui.

The space on the third floor is quiet and elegant. The classic aisle is covered with bright yellow European-style carpets, showing a luxurious and elegant atmosphere.

Pushing open the bedroom door, with the help of Michiko Yasuhime, Shen Jiannan took off his suit jacket and tie. With the removal of these restrictive things, the aggrieved heart seemed to ease a little.

"what!"

Suddenly, Michiko Anhui, who was helping Shen Jiannan pack his clothes and pants, let out a panic.

Shen Jiannan, who didn't know when he was distracted, was startled, and subconsciously looked down following Michiko Yasuhime's eyes.

red!

There is an extra layer of red on the white underwear that shouldn't be there.

Blood?

How could there be blood?

Shen Jiannan hurriedly lowered his head to take another look, and was immediately stunned.

There was also a trace of blood stained on the slightly dark complexion, which appeared glaring and coquettish at the top and tail.

"Akiyama-chan. Are you injured?"

"..."

No pain, no signs of broken skin, no injury at all.

Shen Jiannan's face turned blue and red, and his expression kept changing, but in the end, he could only force a smile and lied.

"It's okay. I felt that a mosquito bit me at that time, and then I rubbed it. Maybe it killed the mosquito here."

"Oh. That's it. It really doesn't look like it's hurt! It really scared the hell out of me."

Patting her chest with a high sugar content, Yasuhime Michiko said with a sigh of relief.

She looked at it carefully, and there was indeed no sign of injury, but it was a bit like playing Super Mario with Akiyama-kun in Osaka that time.

"It's okay, I'm going to take a shower first."

"Ah."

"..."

The bathroom is very large, with a transparent and colorful sliding glass door covering at least seven or eight square meters. There are all kinds of shower equipment and bathtubs inside, which is very emotional and artistic.

It's just that sentimentality is also a matter of occasion.

Shen Jiannan couldn't bring up any emotion at all, and walked to the sprinkler head a little annoyed and turned on the switch.

slam-la-

As the cold water switch is turned on, the shower head sprays a large amount of cold water, which makes the skin shrink instinctively when it hits the body, bringing a sense of sobriety.

However, Shen Jiannan couldn't calm down no matter what.

That blood-red dress and white, as well as those deep blue eyes, kept reappearing back and forth in his consciousness like a nightmare.

But the faint trace of pain flashing across that exquisite face became more and more clear.

No profit can not afford to be early.

There must be a purpose in what people do.

It's just that Shen Jiannan couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure out what purpose such absurd and bloody thing could have.

For the money, it seems not.

If so, he had been forced to agree, but it turned out that he was not asked to pay.

politics?

Or a warning or a threat?

Standing under the shower head, let the cold water run for [-] minutes, but the irritability and doubts in his heart did not dissipate in any way, so Shen Jiannan had to get up and walk out of the bathroom.

"Qiu Shan-chan, Dad called back just now."

Seeing Shen Jiannan walk out of the bathroom, Yasuhiro Michiko raised the mobile phone in her hand and said.

Armani was in Milan, and An Huihaoji rushed there with his team early in the morning, and had to contact Versace Prada and people from other companies, so it was normal if he couldn't come back.

Work is undoubtedly the thing that can make a man concentrate the most. Shen Jiannan suppressed all the irritability and rubbed Michiko Anhui's flexible and petite body in his arms.

"Did An Huisang say something?"

"..."