The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

All in all, it's a bit weird.

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan's back as she walked across the crystal mannequin with her cheongsam in her arms, and asked hesitantly, "Are these puppets moving?"

"Yes, like sunflowers, they are equipped with infrared sensing systems, and will slightly change their posture as people walk."

call.

This makes it much more scientific.

But these crystal mannequins are, after all, just extremely exquisite clothes racks. Which kind family would install infrared sensors in the clothes racks?

She had a better understanding of the degree of madness of Feng Lan's current personality.

But she still couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "What is your purpose in doing this?"

"It is an artist's nature to seek beauty, dear."

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

"You really look like a perverted murderer now."

He is also a highly intelligent criminal with strange artistic pursuits and murder methods.

"No, no, dear, it is an unaesthetic thing, and my hands are the most precious part of me."

At this point, his expression showed a subtle disdain, "I won't do such a rough thing with my hands."

Well, she doesn't understand artists.

She went to the changing room to change her clothes and was surprised to find that the cheongsam fit her size perfectly. Even though her legs were slightly longer, the length of the cheongsam just covered her legs, leaving only a section of her slender ankles exposed.

The matching shoes are a pair of simple and unobtrusive brocade high heels. The cheongsam fits well, outlining a graceful curve, and there is a unique Chinese charm when walking.

The moment she walked out, Feng Lan's eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to find a glass display stand to put her in.

"Are you going to put makeup on me?"

"Your youthful face is the best makeup, all it needs is... a little lipstick."

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The cinnabar red was lightly dotted on the lips, and Feng Lan's thumb gently rubbed across Tang Tang's lips, smudged the lipstick, and the rest was lightly smudged at the end of the eye, making the end of that pair of lively eyes seem to be stained with a few bright touches.

Tang Tang had short hair to begin with, which was styled in a bun. On her exposed earlobes hung a pair of icy jadeite that looked like shiny glass bubbles.

The timing was just right, there was a gentle knock on the door and the head maid's inquiring voice was heard.

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

"Don't worry, I won't. At least I won't," Tang Tang smiled softly, "If you die, I will definitely bury you in my flower pot."

"That would be great."

inside the car.

The car that came to pick up the two was sent by the Godfather. It was a black extended version of Lincoln, with maximum bulletproof and comfort levels.

The person who came to pick him 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 dignified and gentle, wearing a Chinese cheongsam with a unique charm. The man couldn't help but have a flash of amazement in his eyes.

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

But even so, he still abided by his duties. After all, the safety of the Godfather was very important. What if he brought someone who was not allowed back to the headquarters and something unexpected happened...

David shuddered, feeling that at that moment, even if his head was riddled with bullets, he would not be able to forgive himself.

"Perhaps you could put me on the phone with Mr. Godfather?"

"Maybe. Please let me ask the Godfather first."

David grew up under the care of the Godfather. His father was shot and killed in a gang fight while trying to protect the Godfather, so he still has a certain amount of power in front of Alberto.

The phone was connected, and the Godfather's majestic and elderly voice sounded, "David?"

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

"With me?" Old Alberto himself had a bad temper, and especially after the death of his only offspring, he became even more unpredictable and cruel.

He himself did not think much of Feng Lan, perhaps because on the one hand his son admired Feng Lan's talent when he was alive, and on the other hand it was because of Feng Lan's background in the UK.

But this does not mean that he can allow anyone to talk to him.

He laughed unhappily and ordered David, "Then let me hear what this lady wants to say to me. I hope it's not something boring."

Tang Tang looked at the phone David handed to him and calmly called the system in his mind, "System, tell me the name of the official who ordered the assassination of Alberto Jr. and the killer who carried out the order."

She took the phone and said with a smile, naturally and casually, "Dear Mr. Alberto, hello, sorry to bother you."

"Who are you? Feng Lan is not a fool and will not easily anger me. What do you want to tell me?"

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

Her proficiency in Italian allowed her to understand the words without any problem, and the Italian she spoke was also quite standard.

She was not afraid of the threat and protest in Alberto's words, and only uttered a few words lightly, "Adam Smith... and Samuel."

"..."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line. Tang Tang could only hear the other party's suddenly heavier breathing, followed by the old man's hoarse, word-by-word question, "Where did you know these two names?"

"This is part of the business I wanted to discuss with you, dear Godfather. I think our goals are the same."

She didn't like the United States that much either. She jumped around like a superhero every day. She could make it unhappy and gain the friendship of the mafia godfather. It was a good deal no matter how she looked at it.

Alberto agreed to Tang Tang's words without hesitation. He is now old. He is not only the iron-fisted godfather of the Italian Mafia, but also a poor father who lost his son in his old age.

Although... he still has hope.

His voice was much hoarser than at first, the impact of the two names had a great impact on him. "If you want to see me, then come together later, young lady stranger. I believe you don't want to mess with a mafia boss, even if he is old."

"Of course," Tang Tang promised into the phone, his tone relaxed, "Believe me, Mr. Alberto, I just want to do a small business, that's all."

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