Chapter 566 Spending money like water, the king of the Far East (Part 1)
With black carriages and vermilion-painted wheels, the rumble of carriages was like rain as they passed through the streets of Milan. The handsome horses were carefully taken care of by the coachmen every day.
Although the internal combustion engine seems to have appeared, it has just started, so the carriages used by the nobles are probably the Mercedes-Benz of this era.
Fangran sat on a chair with silk cushions. It was the first time he sat in such an ancient European carriage. He looked at the hanging decorations outside the glass window and the streets of Milan, thinking about this in trance.
Thirty minutes later,
Milan, Via Montenapoleone.
Via Montenapoleone, a name that probably dates back to the 18th century, represents Milan. It is also the most elegant and expensive shopping street in the whole of Italy, where aristocratic ladies often hang out!
You can find high-end boutiques of many of the world's top fashion brands here. Although not everyone can afford it, everyone does want to see the true appearance of these big brands.
You don’t need to bring anything home, even if you come to this street to take a look, you will be infected by the beautiful buildings and strong fashion atmosphere on the street.
Holding the girl's slender hand in her long sleeves, watching her carefully step on the steps with her skirt and cowhide short boots, and walk down the luxurious carriage inside, it felt like a fairy tale.
Looking around, Fangran saw a street that was naturally full of classical beauty. There were also many horse-drawn carriages parked on the roadside.
The gentleman in black suit stretched out his hand, and the graceful lady lifted up her complicated skirt. The time of the early 20th century faded behind them.
Walk into a European-style building full of Italian style with an elegant attitude.
Perhaps at this moment, Monte Napoleon Street is not as crowded as it is in modern times. There are famous cars and familiar brand names like Armani, Versace, Fendi and Hermes here.
But it is now beginning to take shape.
"Is this Via Napoleon? The most prosperous shopping street in Milan?"
Fangran looked around and felt that it was not as luxurious as he had imagined. It just seemed that he had a high level of style and temperament, and he did not see those figures in ordinary clothes walking on this street.
After hearing what he said, Ling turned to confirm with Sharon, who came with them, and then nodded to Fangran with her delicate face and said:
"Sharon, she said this is where it is."
"Yeah, it's a little simpler than I thought,"
Fangran smiled, and then blinked his eyes, trying to infect Ling with his liveliness. Ling was always expressionless in his childhood:
"Ling, do you think so?"
But unfortunately it failed.
By the way...My Queen, why were you so introverted when you were a child? You have a face that makes people want to pinch it...
Fangran muttered in his mind and was a little distracted, then subconsciously reached out to the face of the girl in front of him with his hands.
A voice sounded in my mind that I had wanted to do this for a long time...
Hey, I pinch~
"Woo..."
The startled girl suddenly opened her eyes and made a frightened sound like a small animal. She closed her eyes subconsciously and then slowly tried to open them.
It instantly penetrated the heart of old father Fangran...
Ah Wei is on top, hey hey, so soft...
Feeling like holding a piece of white pudding, Fangran blinked blankly and looked at Ling, who had calmed down from the initial panic and looked at him like a small animal with his wide-open light golden pupils.
Um (cute)... It is said that I will be replaced by the future queen,
You would have been beaten to death if you did this...
"Ahem...Ling, is there anything you want or a place you want to go?"
Looking at the girl who was standing there obediently while her face was being pinched by him, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt. Fangran coughed covertly, then turned around and asked, pretending that he had done nothing:
"Sharon, do you know anything?"
His light golden pupils glanced at the young man who was pretending to cough and even forgot that Sharon couldn't understand what he was saying. Ling was wondering why he suddenly pinched her face.
He turned around and asked Sharon if she knew anything.
"I know that the lady I worked for before always mentioned that there was a shop selling dresses and jewelry that was very famous in the circle. It seemed to be right in front of her."
After getting the information from the reliable head maid, Fangran looked at Ling and said with a smile:
"Then let's go, Ling, what do you think of bracelets? Well...by the way, are there such things as bracelets in Italy?"
After a short walk, I walked along the streets of European-style buildings with classic beauty, and opened the door with wooden handles inlaid with gold.
In the elegant and luxurious European-style hall, the golden sunlight from the white-rimmed glass windows shines into the room, illuminating the complicated palace-style dresses held up by human hangers.
From the cutting materials of the dress, to the exquisite makeup and hair, to the accessories such as headwear, earrings, fans, lace, silk, veils, and bustles suitable for different characters,
Each product with various elements has an aesthetic that matches a certain personality and age, and is placed in this store.
The moment they entered the door, they saw a female sculpture made of glass placed in front of the door. It was placed in the most conspicuous place in the hall like a work of art.
You can feel the owner's desire to show off.
But when the door was opened, everyone in the store subconsciously looked over, and when they saw a very young man, they all frowned in displeasure.
"Sir, sir, please wait a moment!"
The waiter at the door caught up with Fangran and was surprised for a second by his foreign appearance, and then said with slight hesitation:
"I'm sorry, young sir, our place is not open to guests like you, not to mention that Countess Loomis is already here today."
The implication was that young men without noble status must not be allowed to enter. Fangran didn't understand it at all, but he could see it from the other party's expression.
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I planned to ask Ling what he said. If there were any normal and reasonable rules, Fangran didn't intend to embarrass the other party. He would just change it.
But just then!
"Oh, honey, what do I see?!"
A female voice of exclamation came from diagonally above, and everyone in the hall raised their eyes. On the spiral carpeted stairs,
Fangran saw a graceful woman followed by several maids, carrying a beige palace skirt, thumping down the stairs, and then locked her eyes on Fangran's side.
Ling is wearing a black and white gothic dress and long sleeves tied with her hands.
"What a beautiful girl and dress!"
"Mrs. Loomis, aren't you upstairs admiring..."
The waiter didn't even need to say anything. A man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a manager had been standing behind the counter and came over with a smile.
"Little girl, you have a beautiful dress. Where does it come from? Who designed it?"
Completely ignoring the man's words, Countess Loomis only stared at Ling's long dress. She only felt that the black dress with white lace decoration on the girl in front of her was...
And the long sleeves with lace are simply works of art!
No one knew what a favorite dress meant to a woman like Countess Loomis in this era. She asked directly in a short and hasty manner,
Ling was so frightened that she didn't know how to answer, so she hid half of her body behind Fang Fang.
Fangran stretched out his hand to block her, preventing the countess from further contact and asking questions, frowning slightly,
Then she remembered that she shouldn't ask a little girl like this. Mrs. Loomis recognized her guardian, looked at Fangran, and then raised her eyebrows in slight surprise and said:
"It seems that I have never seen your face...foreigner? Ha, no wonder you feel so strange."
Opening the feathered fan, the countess spoke with a smile, her eyes already filled with a slight smile.
The circle is so big. At a certain level, you can basically know a certain number of people.
In the upper-class aristocratic circle in Milan, no one knew this better than a lady like her, so she knew that the young man in front of her was not a nobleman without recognizing Fang Ran's identity as a foreigner at a glance.
And this is a shop that only nobles have the confidence to come to.
"But these are not important. Sir from abroad, listen, I have a good suggestion,"
Wearing a beige skirt that almost dragged on the floor, Mrs. Loomis was obviously just talking with a smile, but her condescending tone still came out of her mouth, more like a request from the Countess than a suggestion.
"Sell me the dress she's wearing for 100...no, 200 lire silver coins, and I'll keep this store open to you forever. How about that? It's a good deal, isn't it?"
Fangran glanced at her, and then decided to comfort Ling first and tell her not to be afraid. He knelt down and winked at the girl gently, smiled and said in an active tone:
"Don't worry, it's okay, it doesn't matter."
Ling, who was a little uneasy looking at the Countess in a palace dress, looked at Fang Ran and nodded slightly.
After that, it took about a minute for Fangran to understand the general situation from Sharon's sentence-by-sentence narration and He Ling's translation.
Then he smiled.
Not angry or insulted,
Just looking at the countess with a confident smile in the hall, and the supervisor who looked embarrassed but looked at him obviously hoping for a compromise,
There are also many upper-class nobles around who are looking at this side.
Fangran suddenly felt something ridiculous that he couldn't care less about.
"For 200 lire silver coins, this store will always be open to me?"
Regardless of whether anyone could understand it or not, Fangran repeated the conditions offered by the countess in front of him.
The changed mentality surged with the urge to do something that he had never wanted to do in the simplest and crudest way.
The power of recognition that came out of the capital that night spoke in his ears,
Just like what Veronica once whispered to him seductively: Enough is enough:
'Freedom, money, rights, status, and reputation are already yours, so you can do whatever you want...'
'How about being more honest about your desires, Fangran?'
Then he took out a notebook, and Sharon behind him stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes.
Because compared to the handwritten translation given by Yewang, he suddenly thought of a more convenient method, a method worth a piece of gold.
Mrs. Loomis frowned slightly in displeasure. She was very dissatisfied with Fangran talking in a language she didn't understand. In her opinion, this was a very rude move.
But just when she was about to say something, everyone saw the young man who was not in the aristocratic circle of Milan at all.
Facing the supervisor who looked at him with a troubled expression, hoping that he would agree honestly without causing trouble, he threw out a blank card.
The supervisor caught the card in a slight panic, and then saw the words written on it in cursive letters that didn't look like they were written with a pen:
'Call your master out'
"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't fulfill your request, and with all due respect, you can't make trouble here..."
The supervisor who actually despised the other party in his heart was a very bad person who didn't understand the atmosphere. He didn't even move his feet. He had a cold smile on his face and was very 'polite' about to say something.
Then he saw the young man opposite him smiling as expected.
Then, at the moment when everyone's eyes were dazzled, he threw out the thing in his hand without any warning and smashed it into the most conspicuous glass sculpture in the hall!
Bang - bang!!!!
"ah!!!"
The dull impact brought up those luxurious glass shards, and the crashing sound made all the ladies in the hall let out ear-piercing screams!
"Oh! No! Oh my god, what have you done, you rude lunatic!"
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Seeing that the pile of glass statues that had been the most luxurious and proud thing in the store had turned into a pile of rubbish fragments, he was helpless and tried to recover, shouting at Fangran's hoarse collapse!
Mrs. Loomis also stepped aside in horror, took a few steps back incomprehensibly and looked at the figure standing at the door, shouting in a high-pitched voice:
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!?"
Kneeling on the carpet, contrary to the action of carefully protecting the remaining parts of the handicraft, the supervisor shouted emotionally to Fangran:
"Police! I want the police to arrest you! Arrest you madman! You are committing a crime, you smashed it, you are...!"
The angry roar suddenly stopped, and the supervisor who was kneeling on the ground suddenly became speechless because he opened his eyes wide and discovered the 'violent weapon' that smashed this amazing work of art...
It was a piece of bright yellow metal that was bigger than his fist and symbolized supreme wealth...!
He was stunned as if he had lost his breath, and suddenly it seemed as if someone had slapped him in the face.
He suddenly raised his head and stuttered and looked at the figure at the door in disbelief. Countess Loomis' eyes on the other side shone with astonishment and obsession.
At this moment, other people in the hall also had the same stunned expressions as them, and some of them had not even realized what was going on.
The young man at the door was throwing a piece of gold up and down with his right hand like throwing a stone, and was chuckling in a low voice.
This is not a place we can come to. 200 silver lire coins are always open to me...?
Fangran glanced at the countess, then looked down at the supervisor not far away, and spoke plain words that he didn't understand at all, but that didn't prevent him from understanding his intentions.
"Can you help me call the owner of this store now?"