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

When Tang Tang answered the phone, she had already walked to a corner not far away to make sure that Feng Lan and David couldn't hear it.

Now that the conversation was over, she walked back and handed the phone back to David.

David took the phone and heard only a monotone command from his godfather.

"Bring this lady to see me. Show her some respect. Don't let some idiots disturb my guest."

David respectfully hung up the phone, then looked at Tang Tang with admiration and respect, and opened the car door for her. "Miss, please get in the car."

After the group got into the car, the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

David would occasionally steal glances at Tang Tang sitting in the back from the passenger seat, racking his brains to figure out how this overly young-looking Chinese girl had managed to convince the Godfather.

Feng Lan, on the other hand, kept following Tang Tang with an enthusiastic gaze, a gaze full of curiosity, interest, and a touch of subtle regret.

"May I ask how this beautiful lady is addressed? I also speak some Mandarin."

“Tang Tang,” she thought for a moment and looked at David, “maybe you can call me Tang? After all, it seems that you are all used to calling Chinese people by only one character of their names.”

“That’s because most foreigners have a hard time pronouncing Chinese,” David exclaimed. “The Chinese language is just so exquisite! Of course, Miss Tang, your name is as beautiful as you.”

"Thank you."

Oh, they really are enthusiastic foreigners.

It took almost an hour to reach our destination.

Tang Tang looked out the car window and saw that before she could see any buildings, there were already a few black Alfa Romeos parked on the roadside or under the trees. She could also see some burly men either talking or casually sitting on the rocks smoking.

There were no pedestrians on the entire wide road except for these cars, and it was obvious that these cars all had the same badge markings, clearly belonging to the same faction.

This is also the man Tang Tang is about to meet: Alberto Areotti Newkman, the Italian Mafia godfather and head of the Newkman family.

The first checkpoint had already given us permission to pass as soon as they saw the license plate in the distance. The second checkpoint was already inside the manor. Unlike Fenglan's manor, this place was more like a small castle than a manor.

There were no trees here, and the moment Tang Tang drove in, she was filled with amazement.

Apart from the ancient castle standing in the center and a few crisscrossing asphalt roads, as far as the eye can see, there is an endless sea of ​​irises.

Layer upon layer, the petals curl and unfold like bouquets in an oil painting, each a different color, creating a dreamlike world under the bright Milanese sun.

The iris symbolizes long-lasting longing. Its flowering period is very short, and the irises that should have finished blooming in May are now blooming in profusion in this manor.

The car stopped at the second checkpoint, and Tang Tang heard a cold, mature, and icy female voice ask, "David, is this young lady Mr. Godfather's guest?"

David got out of the car, handed a briefcase to the woman, and then confirmed, "Yes, Miss Mauriy, this is the guest the Godfather sent."

But no matter how anxious Alberto was, he wouldn't risk his own safety; he couldn't possibly bring Tang Tang directly to him.

The Italian woman named Mauri had a very ordinary and plain face, the kind that would disappear into a crowd at any moment. At this moment, she nodded, walked to the car, and gave Tang Tang a slight bow. "Dear guest, please forgive my rudeness, but everyone entering the manor must undergo a security check. As a woman, I wonder if you would mind if I conducted a simple check?"

"can."

Tang Tang was not displeased; in fact, she understood this approach very well. Whether you have money or not, you're afraid of dying. If it weren't for the system that gave her the confidence to save her life, she estimated that she would be more cautious than anyone else.

Moreover, the Godfather sent a woman, so she naturally had even less reason to mind.

However, she was quite curious about Mori. David and Fenglan got out of the car, but Mori got in.

She was holding a metal scanner and an infrared detector. Tang Tang didn't even carry a bag. In the end, Mori simply touched Tang Tang's body a few times with her hand and then ended the examination.

When Tang Tang's arm touched Mori's hand, she could clearly feel that the finger bones on those hands were covered with thick calluses.

It goes without saying what kind of training honed his skills.

Female assassin? Female bodyguard? Female mercenary?

Looking at Mori's expressionless face, Tang Tang couldn't help but whistle in her heart.

That's cool.

"The Godfather said he looks forward to meeting you more than talking with Mr. Fenglan."

Mori stepped back slightly and respectfully conveyed to Tang Tang, "If you don't mind, I can now escort you to the council chamber where the Godfather is."

This is asking her if she's in cahoots with Feng Lan.

Tang Tang smiled slightly, breaking the serious atmosphere in the car, "This is just my personal business, and has nothing to do with Mr. Feng Lan."

Fenglan was just hitchhiking at best.

Maurice took over the car, opened the window, and looked down at David. "Find another car to take Mr. Fenglan."

Without looking back, he started the car and drove away with Tang Tang.

David and Fenglan were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

Ah this.

Sitting in the car, speeding away, Tang Tang looked in the rearview mirror and saw the two figures gradually shrinking, and was unusually a little confused.

You didn't say this was the way, did you? Good grief, you just blocked the car and chased people away?

Tang Tang thought that at the very least, they would ask her to change her car.

I didn't expect it to be so simple and straightforward.

She looked at the back of Morrie's head and hesitated, "Are we just leaving like this?"

She still had some conscience; after all, Feng Lan now seemed like a complete scoundrel.

Moli's voice was flat, with almost no emotional fluctuation, "David will take good care of Mr. Fenglan."

OK.

If you put it that way, then I'll believe you.

Tang Tang nodded and didn't say anything more, sorting out what she needed to do in a little while.

She currently has three parts of the trading chips in her hands.

The first part consists of two names that piqued Alberto's interest. The system helped him find them. Adam Smith was the American official who ultimately issued the assassination order. His identity was quite complex. He was a state legislator, the Minister of Justice, and held other positions. He was also a capitalist businessman.

Samuel, the sniper who shot Alberto Jr., was a Spanish assassin who was arrested in the United States before the assassination attempt. He was later released from prison on exchange terms to assassinate Alberto Jr.