Black carriages and vermilion painted wheels, the sound of rumbling carriages passing through the streets and alleys of Milan like rain, the handsome horses are carefully taken care of by the coachman every day, although the internal combustion engine seems to have appeared, but it has just started, so the aristocrats travel The carriage is probably the Mercedes-Benz of this era,
Fangran sat on a chair with a silk cushion, and it was the first time he sat in this kind of old European-style carriage. He looked at the upside-down decoration outside the glass window and the streets of Milan, thinking about it.
Thirty minutes later,
Milan, Via Montenapoleone.
via montenapoleone, this name, which probably dates back to the eighteenth century, represents Milan, and it is also the most elegant, expensive, and top-notch shopping street in the whole of Italy where noble ladies often haunt!
You can find many high-end boutiques of the world's top fashion brands here. Although not everyone can afford it, everyone really wants to see the real face of these big brands. You don't have to take anything home. Even if you come to this street to have a look, you will be infected by the beautiful buildings and strong fashion atmosphere on the street.
Holding the slender hand in the girl's long sleeves, watching her carefully step on the steps with the cowhide short boots on the skirt, and step down from the luxurious carriage inside, I feel a bit like a fairy tale.
Looking around, Fangran saw a street full of classic beauty, of course, with many carriages parked on the side of the road, gentlemen in black suits stretched out their hands, and graceful ladies raised their complicated skirts. Time faded behind them, and they walked into the European-style building full of Italian style with an elegant posture.
Perhaps the Montenapoleone Avenue at this moment is not as crowded as it is in modern times, with famous cars parked there, and familiar brand names such as Armani, Versace, Fendi, and Hermes are here, but it has already begun to take shape.
"Is this the Via Napoleon? The busiest shopping street in Milan?"
Fangran looked left and right, and felt that it was not as luxurious and grand as he imagined, but it seemed that the style and temperament seemed very high, and it was true that he did not see those ordinary dressed figures on this street.
Hearing what he said, Ling turned her head to confirm with Sharon who came with them, then nodded to Fangran with her delicate face and said:
"Sharon said it was here."
"Yes, it's a little simpler than I thought,"
She smiled, and then Fangran blinked, trying to impress her with her liveliness. Ling, who was always expressionless when she was a child:
"Ling, do you think so?"
But unfortunately failed.
By the way... Your Majesty Queen, why were you so introverted when you were a child, you have grown a face that makes people want to pinch for nothing...
Fangran muttered in his heart and was a little distracted thinking about it, and then subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the girl's face in front of him, and a voice that wanted to do this a long time ago sounded in his mind...
hey i pinch~
"Woo..."
The startled girl suddenly let out a startled sound like a small animal with eyes wide open, instantly piercing through the old father Fangran's heart...
Ah Wei is on top, hehehe, so soft...
It felt like holding a piece of white pudding, Fangran blinked blankly, and looked at Ling who had calmed down from the panic at the beginning, and opened her light golden pupils to look at him like a small animal.
Uh (cute bleeding)... By the way, I want to change to the future Queen, since
If I did this, I would have been beaten to death... .
"Cough cough Ling, is there anything you want, or a place you want to go?"
Looking at the girl who was standing honestly on the spot and being pinched by himself, he suddenly felt guilty. Fangran coughed to cover up, then turned around and asked, pretending he hadn't done anything:
"Sharon, do you know anything?"
The light golden pupil glanced at the young man who pretended to be coughing and even forgot that Sharon could not understand what he said. Ling, who was wondering why he suddenly pinched her face, turned around and asked Sharon if she knew anything.
"I know that the lady I used to work for always mentioned that there is a shop that sells skirts and jewelry, which is very famous in the circle, and it seems to be right in front."
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 the bracelet? Well... By the way, are there such things as bracelets in Italy?"
Take a short walk along the street of European-style buildings hidden in classical beauty, push open the door with wooden handles inlaid with gold, and you will see the elegant and luxurious European-style hall, the golden sunlight from the glass windows with white sills spills into the room, shining on those The complex dress of the palace style supported by the human body hanger,
From the tailoring materials of the dress, to the exquisite makeup and hair, to the headwear, earrings, fans and other accessories suitable for different characters, lace, silk, veil, bustle, every product with various elements has a certain personality Age matching aesthetics are displayed in this store.
The moment they entered the door, several people saw a female sculpture made of glass placed on the front of the door. It was placed in the most conspicuous place of the hall like a work of art, and one could feel the owner's desire to show off.
It's just that when the door was pushed open, everyone in the shop subconsciously looked over, and when they saw a very young man, they all frowned in displeasure.
"Sir, sir, please wait!"
The waiter at the door caught up with Fangran's footsteps, surprised for a second by his foreigner's appearance, and then said with a little hesitation:
"I'm sorry, young sir, our place is not open to guests like you, let alone Countess Loomis has come today."
The implication is that Fangran did not understand the subtext that young men without noble status must not be able to enter, but he could tell from the other party's expression,
It seems that I am not welcome here.
He planned to ask Ling what exactly he said. If there were any normal and reasonable rules, Fangran didn't intend to embarrass the other party, so he just changed.
But at this moment!
"Oh honey, what did I see?!"
An amazed female voice came from diagonally above, and all the people in the hall raised their eyes. On the carpeted stairs, Fangran saw a graceful woman with several maids behind her, holding a beige court skirt, and thumped. He walked down the stairs with a thud, and then fixed his eyes on Fangran's side.
Ling was wearing a black and white gothic dress with long sleeves tied to her hands.
"What a beautiful girl and dress!"
"Mrs. Loomis, you are upstairs admiring . . . "
There was no need for the waiter to speak, a man who was standing behind the counter wearing gold-rimmed glasses, probably a manager-like man, greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Little girl, you have a beautiful dress. Where did it come from? Who designed it?"
Completely ignoring the man's words, Countess Loomis just stared at Ling's long skirt, only thinking that the black long skirt decorated with white lace and the long sleeves with lace on the girl in front of her was simply a work of art!
No one knows what a favorite dress means to a woman like Countess Loomis in this era. She asked directly in a short and hasty way, which scared Ling a little at a loss for an answer. She hid half of her body in the square and then noodle.
Fangran stretched out his hand to block her, preventing the Countess from further contact and asking questions. He frowned slightly, and then remembered that he shouldn't be asking a little girl like that. Mrs. Loomis recognized her guardian and looked at Fangran. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise and said:
"I don't seem to have seen your face... a foreigner? Oh, no wonder you feel so strange."
Opening the fan with feathers, the Countess opened her mouth with a smile, and her eyes were already slightly smiling.
The circle is such a big thing. At a certain level, you can basically know a lot of people. In the upper-class aristocratic circle in Milan, no one knows this better than a lady like her, so she doesn't have to look at it. Anyone who recognized Fangran's identity as a foreigner would know that the young man in front of him was not an aristocrat.
And this is a store that only nobles have the confidence to come to.
"But it doesn't matter, sir from abroad, listen, I have a good suggestion,"
Wearing a beige skirt that was almost dragging on the ground, Mrs. Loomis obviously only said with a smile, but her superior tone still came out of her mouth, which was more like a request from the countess than a suggestion.
"Sell me the dress she's wearing for 100... no, 200 silver coins, and I'll keep the shop open to you forever. Good deal, isn't it?"
Fangran glanced at her, and then decided to comfort Ling first and tell her not to be afraid, squatted down and blinked at the girl lightly, smiled and said with a lively tone:
"Don't worry, it's okay, it doesn't matter."
Looking at the countess wearing a court dress, Ling was a little uneasy, looked at Fangran and nodded slightly.
It took about a minute for Fangran to understand the general situation from Sharon's sentence-by-sentence translation and Ling's translation.
Then he smiled.
Not angry or insulted, just looking at the countess with a confident smile in the hall, as well as the embarrassing supervisor who obviously hoped to compromise here, and many high-society nobles around. This side of the gaze,
Fangran suddenly felt a sense of absurdity that he couldn't care about.
"200 lire silver coins, this store is always open to me?"
Regardless of whether anyone could understand, Fangran repeated the conditions offered by the countess in front of him,
The changed mentality surged with the urge to do something in the simplest and most brutal way, which he never thought of doing. The power to admit that he rushed out from the capital that night opened his mouth in his ear, just like Veronie Ka once whispered enough to him seductively.
'Freedom, money, power, status, fame are all yours, so whatever you want is fine...'
'How about being more honest about your desires, Fangran? '
Then he took out a notebook, and Sharon behind him watched this incredible scene with wide eyes.
Because compared to writing down the translation given by Yewang, he suddenly thought of a more convenient method, a method worth a piece of gold.
Frowning slightly displeased, Mrs. Loomis was very dissatisfied with Fangran talking in a language she didn't understand. In her opinion, this was a very rude act.
But just when she was about to say something, everyone saw that young man who was not in the circle of Milanese nobles at all, looked at him with embarrassment, and hoped that he would stop causing trouble. The supervisor who agreed so honestly threw out a blank card.
The supervisor caught the card in a little panic, and then saw that it was written in cursive letters that didn't look like pens:
'call your master out'
"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't meet your request, and with all due respect, you can't make trouble here... ."
In fact, he despises the other party in his heart. The supervisor who doesn't understand the atmosphere very badly, didn't move his footsteps, and was very 'polite' with a cold smile on his face, just about to say something,
Then he saw the young man on the opposite side smiled as expected,
Immediately afterwards, at the moment when everyone's eyes were dazed, he threw out the thing in his hand without warning, and smashed it at the most conspicuous glass sculpture in the hall!
Bang! ! ! !
"ah!!!"
Those extravagant glass shards were brought up in the dull crashing sound, and the crackling sound made the noble women in the whole hall scream piercingly!
"Oh! No! My God, what have you done, you rude lunatic!"
In great astonishment, the supervisor ran over like crazy, watching the pile of glass statues that had turned from the most luxurious and proud glass statues in this store into a pile of rubbish debris, he tried to recover with helplessness, facing Fangran broke down and shouted at the top of his voice!
Mrs. Loomis also stepped aside in horror, stepped back incomprehensibly, looked at the figure standing at the door, and shouted in a shrill voice:
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing!?"
Kneeling on the carpet, contrary to the action of carefully protecting the rest of the handicraft, the supervisor shouted at Fangran emotionally:
"Police! I want the police to arrest you! Arrest you lunatic! You are a crime, you smashed it, you are... .!"
The angry roar stopped abruptly, and the supervisor who was kneeling on the ground suddenly fell silent, because he opened his eyes wide and found the 'weapon' that smashed this admirable handicraft...
It's a piece of... Brilliant bright yellow metal that's bigger than his fist and symbolizes supreme wealth!
Dumbfounded as if he had lost his breath, he suddenly looked as if someone had slapped him in the face. He suddenly raised his head and stammered at the figure at the door. On the other side, the eyes of Countess Loomis were full of astonishment. obsessed with brilliance,
At this moment, the other people in the hall also had the same dumbfounded expressions as them, and some of them hadn't even realized what happened.
The young man at the door was throwing a piece of gold up and down with his right hand like a stone, and he was chuckling softly,
Not where we can come, 200 liras, always open to me...
Fangran glanced at the countess, then looked down at the supervisor not far away, and spoke plain words that were completely incomprehensible but did not hinder understanding of his intentions.
"Can you help me call out the owner of this shop now?"