Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

In short, it's a bit strange.

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan's back as she walked past the crystal mannequins, carrying the cheongsam in her hand, and hesitated before asking, "Are these puppets moving?"

"Yes, like sunflowers, they are equipped with infrared sensing systems that subtly change their posture as people walk."

call.

That makes it much more scientific.

But these crystal mannequins are essentially just exquisitely crafted clothes racks. What wealthy family would install infrared sensors inside a clothes rack?

She has gained a deeper understanding of the extent of Feng Lan's current personality's madness.

However, she couldn't resist asking out of curiosity, "What exactly is your purpose in doing all this?"

"The pursuit of beauty is an artist's nature, my dear."

They slowly walked through the empty corridor and finally arrived at the dressing room. "Don't you think those beautiful mannequins look like living dead people? Quiet beauty, the vitality of death."

"You really look like a psychopathic killer right now."

He is also the kind of high-IQ criminal with bizarre artistic pursuits and murder methods.

"No, no, darling, that's not a beautiful thing, and my hands are the most precious part of my body."

At this point, a subtle hint of disdain crossed his face. "I would never use my hands to do such rough things."

Okay, she just doesn't understand artists.

She went to the dressing room to change her clothes and was surprised to find that the cheongsam fit her perfectly. Even though her legs were a little long, the length of the cheongsam covered her legs perfectly, only revealing a section of her slender ankles.

The shoes she paired with the dress were a pair of simple, understated high heels made of brocade. The cheongsam fit her perfectly, outlining her graceful curves, and she exuded a unique Chinese charm as she walked.

The moment she stepped out, Feng Lan's gaze was fixed on her, as if he wanted to put her in a glass display case.

"You're not going to do my makeup, are you?"

"Your youthful face is the most beautiful makeup; all you need is... a touch of lipstick."

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A touch of vermilion red was lightly applied to Tang Tang's lips. Feng Lan's thumb gently brushed across Tang Tang's lips, spreading the lipstick. The remaining lipstick was then lightly applied to the corners of her eyes, giving her lively eyes a touch of bright charm.

Tang Tang's hair was already short, and she styled it into an updo. On her exposed earlobes hung a pair of icy jadeite beads that looked like glass bubbles with a metallic sheen.

The timing was perfect; there was a gentle knock on the door, followed by the head maid's questioning voice.

"Let's go, dear Muse. I hope we don't end up as two boxes of ashes together."

"Don't worry, I won't, at least I won't," Tang Tang chuckled softly as she floated up. "If you die, I'll definitely bury you in my flowerpot."

"That would be great."

inside the car.

The car that picked them up was sent by the Godfather; it was a black, extended Lincoln with maximum bulletproof and comfort levels.

The person who picked them up was a well-mannered white man. He first greeted Feng Lan politely, and then saw Tang Tang who appeared with Feng Lan.

The young girl was elegant and gentle, her Chinese cheongsam exuding a unique charm, and the man couldn't help but be amazed.

"Mr. Fenglan, may I ask who this beautiful lady is?"

Even so, he remained steadfast in his duty, after all, the Godfather's safety was of utmost importance; what if he brought someone outside his authorized circle back to headquarters and something went wrong...?

David shuddered, feeling that even if his head were riddled with bullets, he still couldn't forgive himself at that moment.

"Perhaps you could let me speak with the Godfather?"

"Perhaps, but please allow me to consult my godfather first."

David was practically raised by his godfather, who was shot and killed while protecting his godfather during a gang fight. Therefore, David still held a certain amount of power over Alberto.

The call connected, and the Godfather's dignified, aged voice rang out, "David?"

"Sir, I am at Mr. Fenglan's manor, but there is a strange lady with Mr. Fenglan, and this lady wants to speak with you."

"With me?" Old Alberto was not a good-tempered man, especially after the death of his only son, when he became even more unpredictable and cold-hearted.

He himself did not value Fenglan much, or rather, partly because his son appreciated Fenglan's talent before his death, and partly because of Fenglan's background in England.

But that doesn't mean he can allow just anyone to talk to him.

He chuckled unhappily and ordered David, "Then let me hear what this young lady has to say to me. Hopefully, it won't be anything trivial."

Tang Tang looked at the phone David handed her and calmly called out to the system in her mind, "System, tell me the names of the official who ordered the assassination of Alberto and the assassin who carried out the order."

She took the phone, her tone smiling, natural and casual, "Dear Mr. Alberto, hello, I apologize for bothering you."

"Who are you? Feng Lan isn't stupid; she won't easily anger me. What do you want to say to me?"

Tang Tang listened to the voice coming from the phone, old but strong, hoarse but with a hint of authority, slowly speaking Italian.

Her fluency in Italian allowed her to understand these words without any problems, and her spoken Italian was also quite standard.

She was not intimidated by Alberto's threats and intimidation, and simply uttered a few words, "Adam Smith...and Samuel."

"..."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone. Tang Tang could only hear the other person's breathing quicken for a moment, followed by the old man's hoarse, deliberate question, "Where did you learn these two names?"

“This is part of the business I want to discuss with you, dear Godfather. I think our goals are aligned.”

She didn't particularly like America either. It was always jumping around like a superhero, causing it some trouble, and in return, she gained the friendship of a Mafia godfather. It was a win-win situation no matter how you looked at it.

Alberto agreed to Tang Tang's request without hesitation. He was now old and not only a ruthless Italian Mafia godfather, but also a pitiful father who had lost his son in his old age.

Although... he still had a glimmer of hope.

His voice was much hoarser than before; the impact of those two names had a great effect on him. "If you want to see me, then come together in a bit, Miss. I believe you don't want to mess with a mafia boss, even if he's old."

“Of course,” Tang Tang promised into her phone, her tone relaxed. “Trust me, Mr. Alberto, I just want to do a small business, nothing more.”

"Then I look forward to meeting you, Miss Stranger."