Chapter 11 Party

Yi Chen thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Mr. Phil, please tell Mr. Wiggins that I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, so I didn't want to meet the guests, so I asked him to forgive me... That's it. Also, check me which country the Asians are from... No, no, no need to check, I don't want to have any relationship with them, that's it." Phil nodded and retreated. Yi Chen "sees" the disappointment on Wiggins' face and the angry expressions on the faces of several black suits. The mustache who led the lead turned around and left without saying a word. Wiggins opened his hands helplessly, and then got away after a while with Phil.

Yali stabilized his position, while several of his political enemies were in trouble in the country, probably because they had collided with the plague god. Their subordinates and related businesses were in trouble, while Yali used his power and the media he controlled to attack them frantically. It was very simple. Yali had almost no decent resistance and took over the position of Chief Executive of that region.

The extremely excited Yali was very grateful to Yi Chen. He promised Yi Chen to share the profits in the sniper operation, that is, Yi Chen could get 50% of the overall profit. Yi Chen of course understood that this was Yali's reward for himself and a disguised bribery. After Yali understood Yi Chen's strength at hand, he would naturally not be satisfied with Yi Chen becoming his ordinary ally. He would definitely try every means to strengthen the relationship between Yi Chen and himself.

Fatadio began to sit in London, commanding all the people to prepare to make a profit while the British monetary system was infuriated into the euro zone. Chekov rented a house in the suburbs of London in his private name, gathered a group of experts in his circle, gathered in that small villa, and began crazy and absurd attacks. These hackers whose brains were fascinated by marijuana had strong destructive power, and some of the most secret information of the British government were stolen bit by bit by bit, making Yi Chen feel excited.

Let’s let go of these people who make money for the time being. Although Yi Chen is interested in these matters, he is really not proficient in them. Therefore, he can be a comprehensive coordinator and cannot really join, so he has to worry about other matters.

Fabio was calm. Under Yi Chen's instructions, he began to deliberately please his brother Bafati. According to Fabio's words, "I am now like a slave from the ancient Roman Empire serving the eldest son of the Senate..." He was very dissatisfied, but he had to admit that Bafati seemed to be more at ease with him. He had secretly transferred or embezzled tens of millions of dollars of dollars to a special account that Yi Chen opened for him.

Philee forced Phil and Gore to accompany her to go shopping, and bought some small handbags and other gadgets. Although she was wearing silver tights all year round, she would never be careless about other gadgets. This is one of the biggest headaches for Phil and Gore.

Yi Chen sat bored in the office on the 23rd floor, "supervising" the "hard work" of the female clerks. In fact, they had nothing to do. The steel produced by the Manchester steel factory was sold directly to domestic construction sites. This was the old channel in the past, and there was nothing worth importing and exporting. Of course, these female clerks were still very useful, and they basically became the lovers of Phil and Gore. When they recruited candidates, they only considered their appearance and their talents.

Yi Chen looked bored as three men wearing black priest robes slowly walked over the street. About three minutes later, several more priests passed by. Yi Chen muttered: "Damn, why are these foreign monks running around everywhere without any trouble? Are there so many churches in London? It's strange, today is Saturday, don't these damn priests go to preach?"

Suddenly, several more priests walked over from the street opposite with a smile, carrying a few bags in their hands, and putting a lot of things in their mouths. From the labels exposed beside them, Yi Chen saw the small words on it with a keen look: "High-end jacquard blanket. MadeinChina."

Yi Chen felt something was wrong. His divine consciousness moved slightly and began to radiate out. In an instant, it covered most of the city of London. Although it could not accurately locate everyone, the places where the divine consciousness reached could probably be sensed by Yi Chen. Yi Chen jumped up suddenly and took his boss' chair overturned, which scared the female clerks outside the room to shudder, but they pretended to hear nothing.

From the range that Yi Chen could perceive, there were at least 300 individuals with strong abilities and divine power. Some of the powerful individuals even sensed Yi Chen's faint divine consciousness and immediately hid their breath. Yi Chen murmured to himself: "Damn it, what are these guys doing in London? Could it be that their Holy See was coming to find a place because of the last incident? Damn, what is the current pope called? He wouldn't want to fight head-on with the Dark Controversy Group? Damn, this is so lively."

He quickly called Chekov's cell phone: "Chekov, you bastard, what are Jester doing with you?"

Chekov's cheerful voice came: "Boss, celebrate for us. We have gotten more than 50% of the code for the latest online game of Blizzard Company... Oh my God, boss, it's you? Jester, Jester is smoking marijuana and drinking. Last night, I found a few chicks to open a sexy party. Oh, the boss Jester has taken us a lot..." Chekov, who found out that he said the wrong thing, began to pour sewage on Jester crazy. Anyway, Jester, who is lying on the sofa like a dead dog, would never have any objection.

Yi Chen said nervously: "Shut up, can you still drive now? I hope that promiscuity and drugs have not squeezed out your energy... Drive Jester to me quickly and ask your friends to be honest in the past few days. Do you understand?"

Chekov stammered, "Driving? Oh, no problem, no problem, boss, I'm still very awake now... Damn, send Jester to your place? Is it my hometown? Yes... OK, don't worry, boss, I'll send him over in an hour, and I'll guarantee that something will happen. Don't worry, I'm very in good spirits now." He hung up the phone after a break, which made Yi Chen feel very nervous.

After thinking about it, Yi Chen called Feili's mobile phone: "Baby, I asked Fei to take someone to Chekov immediately and pick up Jester back... If you see them crashing on the road, kill those sticks and witnesses, and send Jester back to my hometown. If he dares to move around, you can make him faint... Well, they are the same, baby and Gore go there, well, that's it."

Yi Chen looked at the priest who was obviously much denser on the street than before with a much larger density. The priest walked around, and occasionally one or two young people from the Inquisition with cold faces walked slowly. Judging from their appearance, they did not have any special purpose. It was probably similar to the casual shopping of students after school. Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "What are these masters of the Holy See, what are they doing now?"

Yi Chen summarized his strength comparison with theirs. Seriously, Yi Chen's realm was far beyond what these priests could imagine. However, from the absolute strength comparison, twenty priests could beat Yi Chen down. After all, there were too many heroes. No matter how strong Yi Chen was, he could still be beaten by the "Sacred Light Cross Sword" of twenty priests. Unless Yi Chen let go of killing, he might even be able to defeat more than a hundred people. But Yi Chen was not stupid enough to take risks to make the entire Holy See chase him. Thinking of the hundreds of thousands of priests, the deacons of the Inquisition or the Crusaders directly under the Holy See, Yi Chen's scalp began to numb.

Yi Chen shook his head, picked up the windbreaker on the floor, and was too lazy to support his big chair, put on his clothes and walked out, and said irresponsibly: "Thank you all recently. If you are too tired, you can rest for three or four days. It's my boss who has given you a holiday... Well, don't worry, the salary will be paid as you wish." Several girls showed joy. Five minutes after Yi Chen walked out of the office, they laughed and picked up their small bags and walked out, and got off work.

When he walked to the parking lot and started the BMW car that he rarely touched on in daily life, Yi Chen slowly drove towards Mount Ludmen, the west head of London. He drove along the highway for a while. When Yi Chen could see the cross of St. Paul's Cathedral from afar, there were indeed more and more priests on the road.

Yi Chen nodded slightly: "Sure enough, it is worthy of being the church where the Archbishop of London is located. It is the right decision to come here to find out the news."

Yi Chen stopped his car from afar and walked towards the main hall of the church. In the small square at the entrance of the church, many tourists and priests were mixed together, but the tourists could only take a look at the door, because some polite but absolutely unkindly sympathetic young priests guarded the entrance of the hall, and no non-classman could enter. Yi Chen stopped in front of the statue of Queen Anne in the square, looked around with a smile, and bowed slightly to the statue of St. Paul on the herringbone wall at the entrance of the hall, and then asked a priest who was beside him with a pious face, saying, "Praise God, may the Lord bless us... Is there something important? Why..." He looked at the blocked tourists.

The priest replied politely: "I'm sorry, devout people, the Holy See has a party here, which is very important, so because it was a temporary decision, no notice was issued."

At this time, many police cars drove over, and it seemed that they were in response to the church's request, and these policemen also came to help maintain order. However, to put it bluntly, they just set up several cordons to "invite" all tourists outside.

Yi Chen was naturally invited out no exception. He shrugged his shoulders, got into his BMW with a smile, and galloped back.

Jester was jumping around in the room where he was having an ordinary meeting and cursed at Chekov: "Damn, you actually drove and hit three electric poles and a police car in a row. Oh, god, why didn't the fuck Virgin Mary kill you, a bastard? I was almost detained by the police... What the hell is going on?"

Phil and Gore stood in the bar watching the fun. One was trying hard to wipe the wine glass and the other tried hard to wipe the coffee pot with a smile on his face. Seeing Chekov tightly shrinking into a ball under Jester's anger, she didn't dare to make any sound. Kane was still sitting in his old position playing with his own violent stuff, while Feli smiled and spread a bunch of gadgets on the sofa fiddling with it. No one was willing to persuade Jester, so Jester, who had just gotten rid of the marijuana environment, was even more reckless and scolded Chekov more arrogantly.

Seeing Yi Chen enter the door, Chekov seemed to see his dearest old mother, and flew on Yi Chen's thighs, shouting: "God, my cutest boss, you are finally back, stop this damn Jester... I just drank two bottles of vodka and hit something slightly, and he actually blamed me like this... Anyway, he didn't hurt a piece of skin, but on the contrary, I, the driver, hit the head."

Yi Chen looked at Chekov, and there was indeed an egg-sized lump on his forehead. The sad look of his nose and tears became even more funny. Yi Chen couldn't help laughing: "Damn it, don't say it... Well, something strange happened. Let's discuss it and see what's going on."

Yi Chen introduced in detail what he discovered, then pretended to be indifferent and said, "I guessed that those who can feel my divine thoughts and restrain their breath may all have the identity of a bishop in a diocese, which is not easy to deal with. What are they going to come to London? Do they want to turn against the dark controversy group?"

Jester had stopped yelling anymore. He sat on the sofa with a blue face, subconsciously rubbing the sword marks on his face, with murderous intent in his eyes, as if he was about to rush out to chop people.

Everyone didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, Fei Li said hesitantly: "Last time, when Big Bear and the others were finished, it seemed that there were two people from the Inquisition. Could it be that they..."

Jester said dryly: "It is impossible. If they were senior clergy from the Holy See, if they were forced to retreat, they would make a big fuss to find a place. The Inquisition never did useless work. For the sake of the face of the two second-rate deacons, they would not even be able to send out a single hair, unless the old ghosts with the most powerful beings in the Inquisition were raped, they might have sent out so many people."

Yi Chen asked him: "So, what do you think is so important? Is the Pope going to London? By the way, the Pope seems to be quite young now, what is it called?"

Jester hummed a few times, without saying a word, gently stroked the scars on his face with one finger, and gently licked his lips with his blood-red tongue, and a trace of deep breath was slowly released.

A Kane's subordinate knocked on the door gently, and Kane shouted: "Come in."

The man respectfully saluted Yi Chen and said, "Boss, this is a very interesting thing. A man who claims to be Earl Bai Jiade wants to see you."

Yi Chen laughed: "Oh? Earl Bai Jiade? It's so interesting. An earl, it's so funny to visit me, the lifelong jazz like me. Then the identity of this Count, may be... very good, very interesting. Ask him to go to the second floor living room to wait." The man walked out, Yi Chen signaled: "Phil, Gore, ask about the news about the gatherings of those believers, but don't reveal too obvious traces... Chekov continues to do your business, and Philey and I go to see the Earl."

After a pause, Yi Chen said sinisterly: "Mr. Jester, please go to the underground training room to retreat. If trouble is caused by your reasons, what kind of punishment will you be punished... Remember what I said to you. After you have a certain level of strength, you can do whatever you want, but now, please go downstairs to practice quietly and honestly. Mr. Kane, watch Jester tightly. If he dares to move around, I don't mind the food and drinking water you put some cute chemicals in the food and drinking water you give him."

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Yi Chen and Fei Li hid in the secret compartment of the living room, secretly looking at the Earl Bai Jiade in the living room. If his title was indeed as he said. His black wavy hair was draped with shoulders, and his handsome and delicate face was a little evil. How can I say the clothes on his body? It can be considered as the embodiment of the most elegant style of the Italian tailor, including his lambskin boots, are purely handmade.

At this moment, Bai Jiade was also doing something that was not in line with the aristocratic identity. He held a small and luxurious magnifying glass in his hand, carefully looking at the oil paintings on the wall of the living room, muttering in Italian in a low voice: "Oh, God, it's so wonderful. This forged guy is a master... Well, this water lily is really a top imitation, the best among fakes... If you have this kind of craft, damn it, is it Jex or Hank? Well, it's them both..."

Yi Chen laughed softly and laughed secretly. He seemed to be a special collector of elegant literary and artistic works. Well, this kind of person likes to give himself a noble name, but his aristocratic title is often a Polish country that was a title hundreds of years ago. God knows whether it is still valid now. Of course, another not very elegant name for this kind of person's profession is: "art thief or art counterfeiter." Anyway, it doesn't go beyond this category.

Yi Chen took out his jade pendant, gently played with it in his fingers, opened the secret door and walked out with Fei Li.

Hearing the noise, Bai Jiade quickly jumped back to the center of the room. The magnifying glass on his hand miraculously disappeared, and a graceful noble smile appeared on his face. He bowed slightly to Yi Chen, and then seemed to be preparing to kiss Feili's back of his hand, but unfortunately he was stopped by Feili's extremely cold eyes.

Yi Chen smiled: "Dear Count, please sit, please sit, there is nothing to entertain, please drink some rum bar from the Mediterranean. I think you should prefer the flavor of this wine... I have good rum that has been aged for ten years here."

Bai Jiade smiled and sat generously on the sofa opposite Yi Chen, taking the wine glass handed over by Gore.

Yi Chen and he looked at each other with keen eyes and carefully observed each other, Yi Chen said lightly: "What is Mr. Bai Jiade's important thing? I don't have much interest in collecting literary and artistic works."

Bai Jiade said with all his attention: "Someone recommended me to say that Mr. Yi Chen is a very powerful person, and we hope to be taken care of by a powerful boss. Of course, it is beneficial to cooperate with us."

Yi Chen gently turned the jade pendant in his hand. Bai Jiade quickly stared at the transformed jade pendant as crystal as snow. He swallowed and forced his eyes away and said, "Mr. Yi Chen, I have indeed discussed some small matters with you this time."

Yi Chen did not show too much interest and said lightly: "Oh? Is that right? Then that's great, please tell me."

Bai Jiade said in an exaggerated tone: "Mr. Yi Chen, our organization is a professional cultural relics collection agency that covers the whole world. Our purpose is to rejuvenate those ancient artworks in the world again. We are a group of elegant artists, we have the same goal, so we came together. Now, we need an agent in London... and someone introduced us to us that Mr. Yi Chen would be the ideal partner."

Yi Chen said coldly: "But I only need those partners I recognize, and I can't trust the gentleman who introduced you. Who told you that I am a reliable partner? Wiggins or..."

Bai Jiade was stunned for a moment, and Yi Chen said quickly: "Maybe, you don't have any introducer, you just found us through some rumors?"

Bai Jiade smiled awkwardly: "Look, Mr. Yi Chen, I don't plan to deceive you. We only need a little help from you and a little help. Our business has a huge profit. Some buyers in the Middle East are very interested in some special products. With your little help, we can earn back tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars."

Yi Chen yawned and said, "Sorry, Lord Earl, I am a serious businessman, I never do anything illegal. It is not so easy to touch the British Museum and the Tower of London... I am a serious businessman."

Bai Jiade quickly followed Yi Chen's words and encouraged him to say, "Mr. Yi Chen, there is no risk, no risk, hehe, this is still a secret until now, a secret... Hehe, the secret... Well, a buyer has paid 200 million US dollars to acquire, do you know? 200 million US dollars, we can give Mr. Yi Chen a 25% profit."

Bai Jiade looked at Yi Chen treacherously, hoping that 50 million US dollars could touch Yi Chen's heart.

Where did Yi Chen take the $50 million in his eyes now? Not to mention that Fatadio's plan may bring in tens of billions of income, even Fabio's plan can get more than one billion in funds at any time. In order to cooperate with Bai Jiade and his organization, Yi Chen did not think it was a wise idea.

Yi Chen bowed, stood up, and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Count Bai Jiade, I, Yi Chen, are a serious businessman. I never do anything other than my duty. I'm really sorry."

Bai Jiade was a little anxious and said quickly: "Mr. Yi Chen, there is no risk, no risk. 50 million US dollars, and we have a large number of projects to cooperate with people like you... Ah, are you interested in the Tower of London? We can negotiate well..." Phil pushed Bai Jiade out the door with great rudeness.

Bai Jiade had been pushed to the door, and he finally shouted in despair: "Mr. Yi Chen, it's just something that the priests guard, there is no danger. Think about it, just enter St. Paul's Church and take out that thing, it will cost 50 million US dollars."

Yi Chen's heart moved and suddenly sneered. There is no danger? It is said that there is no danger to break into the current St. Paul's church? This Lord Bai Jiade is really... very cute... But, what exactly is it? Will it be related to this abnormal gathering of the priests?

Yi Chen smiled: "Mr. Phil, please come in. I think we can talk in detail... Of course, Mr. Bai Jiade, I don't want you to deceive me in any way, otherwise your body will appear in the Thames River tomorrow..."

Bai Jiade rushed into the living room with a look of ecstasy. He ignored Yi Chen's last threat and automatically sat in the seat just now, picked up his wine glass, and had a drink.
Chapter completed!