If it was normal for Li Chaoren not to recognize Orville's photo, it was because his qualifications were not enough.
Although he was very rich, he was ultimately a businessman and did not have access to another level.
He didn't even know the current patriarch of the Habsburgs, Gusri, let alone Orville.
Durapiete also belonged to that level of person, but Durapiete was different. He was extremely high-profile, as if afraid that others wouldn't recognize him.
When Durapiete was young, he even led troops to show off in various countries, especially India, which was colonized by Great Britain. It was Durapiete who led the charge.
So when Modie saw Durapiete, he felt as if he had seen a ghost and was extremely frightened.
Old Wang: I took it myself.
Li Chaoren: Old Wang, stop beating around the bush. I'm being serious with you.
Old Wang: I'm also serious. Tell me what pose you want Old Peter to pose for, and I'll take a picture and send it to you right away.
Li Chaoren fell silent after seeing this message.
Could it be that Old Wang was telling the truth?
He knew Durapiete. Since Durapiete was already here, was the person in the previous photo really from the Habsburg family?
Thinking of this, Li Chaoren showed surprise. At over ninety years old, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.
Did Old Wang strike it rich?
As for Miss Dong's suggestion of participating in a show for publicity, he completely ignored it. How could such a person participate in a show?
Even Old Wang wouldn't participate in a show; at most, he'd do an interview and let Old Wang brag to everyone.
Xu Zong, who loves football: @Li Chaoren, Uncle Li, you have good connections in Europe, why don't you ask someone? I don't believe it anyway. If he's that powerful, why would he wash dishes for your Old Wang? It's more likely that he'd wash your feet.
Old Wang: Heh... You say that. If you want to curry favor with me in the future, you'll have to wash my feet first.
Xu Zong, who loves football: Don't worry, Old Wang, you'll never have that chance.
Li Chaoren: Old Wang, if you want to inquire about the identity of that person before, I can ask someone for you.
Old Wang: What am I asking for? I just want to show you that the person you call so awesome can only be a sycophant here. China is no longer the China of the past. From now on, the whole world will follow China's lead.
Penguin Ma: Agreed!
Jiang Quanshui: Agreed!
Jack Ma: Agreed!
Lei Ming: President Wang is so domineering, I support you.
Miss Dong: ......
Miss Dong: Are you singing a folk opera here? Look at you all. I won't say anything else, but just for your words, Old Wang, I'll give you a like.
Li Chaoren: .....
Seeing Old Wang say that, Li Chaoren was still very curious and wanted to see who the person in the photo was.
As for Durapiete, there was no need to say more; he was a legitimate Duke, a person of high status.
Malz-Morey was the Italian Minister of Commerce. Li Chaoren's focus in Europe was on Great Britain, but he also had investments in other European countries, including Italy.
Just like Orville's investment in China this time, Qin Guomin was very excited when he learned about this major deal. After all, it could not only stimulate the economy but also attract overseas capital into the country. With a large amount of capital flowing in, many things could be done.
Investing such a large sum of money could also solve the problem of re-employment.
The US economy has recently collapsed, and they have been printing money to revive the economy. Isn't this just to use their dollars to fleece other countries?
If trillions of dollars were invested in the United States now, wouldn't the United States treat them like a benefactor?
But the Americans' behavior is a bit unsightly. They were the benefactors before entering, and the grandsons after entering.
"Minister Morey, hello, have you had lunch?" Li Chaoren greeted him with a smile.
Hong Kong's time was six hours ahead of Italy's, so it was just past eleven o'clock in Italy, which was almost lunchtime.
"Dear Li, thank you for your greeting. I was just about to have lunch," Malz-Morey said very politely.
In his eyes, Li Chaoren was his performance. If he maintained a good relationship with Li Chaoren, he wouldn't have to worry about not getting investments.
"Did I disturb you?" Li Chaoren asked with a smile.
"No, no, it's my honor to receive your call," Malz-Morey flattered.
"I'd like to ask you about someone. He's from Italy, and I want to know his true identity. I heard he's from the Habsburg family," Li Chaoren said.
"Someone from the Habsburg family?" Malz-Morey was startled by this, and his voice even became a little louder.
Members of the Habsburg family were high-ranking nobles in Italy, and even the royal family had to give way to them.
When Malz-Morey heard that Li Chaoren was inquiring about someone from the Habsburg family, his expression turned serious. "Dear Li, you can't joke about this casually, or you'll be the death of me."
"I know. I have his photo, but I'm not clear about his identity," Li Chaoren explained.
"You want to know if it's real or fake, right?" Malz-Morey asked.
"Pretty much," Li Chaoren replied.
"Then send me the photo, and I'll find someone to help you inquire," Malz-Morey finally agreed.
"Okay, I'll send it to you." Li Chaoren finished speaking and hung up the phone. He also saved the photo sent by Old Wang on his phone and sent it to Malz-Morey via text message.
Malz-Morey was efficient. As an Italian minister, he could know one or two people from the Habsburg family.
After Malz-Morey forwarded the photo to inquire, he prepared to eat lunch in peace and wait for the news.
About five minutes later, before Malz-Morey could start eating, his phone rang.
"Hello, who is it?" Malz-Morey asked in confusion, looking at the unfamiliar caller.
"I am Bruce Habsburg. Our patriarch wants to see you. You have half an hour to appear at the castle. Don't make things unpleasant by having us bring people over."
Bruce Habsburg introduced himself and hung up the phone.
He didn't give Malz-Morey a chance to speak at all.
Malz-Morey was stunned. The patriarch of the Habsburgs wanted to see him?
Was it because of the photo sent earlier?
Had he caused great trouble?
Malz-Morey suddenly felt a chill to his heart.
This might be more than just that; perhaps his life was in danger.
Malz-Morey's hands trembled as he quickly dialed Li Chaoren's number. As soon as the call connected, Li Chaoren's voice came through, asking, "Minister Morey, is there any news?"
"Fuck you, what photo did you send me? You're going to kill me."
Malz-Morey, agitated, completely forgot that Li Chaoren was his golden benefactor and directly cursed him.
"What do you mean?" Li Chaoren frowned.
"The patriarch of the Habsburgs wants to see me, now, right now. If I don't go in half an hour, I should prepare to die."
Malz-Morey roared desperately.
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