"You must be Mr. Xia Yunjie. I am Monica, the owner of this hotel. I am very happy that you can choose my hotel." Monica took the initiative and enthusiastic to extend her hand to Xia Yunjie.

"Hello Monica, I'm glad to meet you and I'm glad to stay in your hotel." Xia Yunjie smiled and shook hands with Monica. Monica's hands looked delicate and softer than she thought, and her skin was much more delicate than most Italian women.

After the two said hello, Xia Yunjie followed Monica to the hotel's front desk, saying that the front desk was actually just an office desk in the corner of the wall, a very small space. But it was strange that Monica could decorate such a small space very warmly and romantically. The soft tones, beautiful vases, and exquisite small murals made everything look very harmonious and didn't feel the space was narrow at all.

Accommodation requires a passport registration, and Xia Yunjie gave the passport to Monica. When Monica saw it was a Hong Kong passport, she shouted in surprise: "Five years ago, I went to Hong Kong, which is a very beautiful place. I have also been to mainland China, which was a wonderful experience that I couldn't forget."

"Really?" As a Chinese, Xia Yunjie was still very happy that such a sexy and beautiful foreign boss lady could praise her country. He couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this: "Then you have been to mainland China wherever you have been? I actually have lived in mainland China. My hometown is also in mainland China. My Hong Kong passport only makes it more convenient for me to travel."

"I have been to many places. Beijing, your capital, is an older and larger city than our Rome. There I saw the palace where your emperor lived and climbed the world-famous Great Wall. I have also been to West Lake in Hangzhou. It is a beautiful place, with green mountains and clear waters, and the girls' skin is all watery. My God, when I think of this, I can't help but be jealous. Look at my skin, it's already getting old." As he said that, Monica touched her face, and even habitually touched the two and half-full balls of plump in the air on her chest. However, Monica soon realized that she was talking to a man now, her pretty face turned slightly red, and she hurriedly took her hands away from the white and plump breasts that were exposed to the outside.

Although Monica reacted quickly, the two of them were close at hand. Her movements still made Xia Yunjie see that his blood flowed a little faster. However, on the surface, Xia Yunjie still pretended that nothing happened and smiled and said, "Why do I think your skin is like a girl?"

"Mr. Xia, you are a Chinese man who is good at making girls happy." Women always like to listen to good words, and Monica is no exception. Xia Yunjie's words made her very happy, and those blue eyes couldn't help but charm him.

While chatting and laughing, Monica completed the registration and specifically reminded: "We need to charge an additional city tax of 4 euros per person per night. This is not included in the room fee and requires cash payment."

Before, Xia Yunjie didn't need to pay a house in Rome. This is the first time I knew there was a city tax. I couldn't help but sigh that I really traveled thousands of miles to read thousands of books, and I really need to experience many things to know.

"No problem, I pay in cash." Xia Yunjie smiled.

"If so, I'll give you three percent of the offer." Monica smiled.

While speaking, Monica took two long copper keys, one from the gate downstairs and the other from Xia Yunjie's room, and then took Xia Yunjie to see his room.

Xia Yunjie's room is on the third floor, with a main door on the third floor. When you enter the main door, there is a public aisle like the second floor, a living room, a kitchen and three separate rooms.

"We only serve breakfast here. I will prepare breakfast here at around 7:30 every morning. You can tell me what breakfast you need. I will deliver it to your room after it is finished." Monica pointed to the kitchen as she passed by the kitchen door.

"Just prepare it for me according to your usual standard breakfast here." Xia Yunjie smiled.

"OK." Monica nodded with a smile, then opened the room with the key.

The room is larger than the ordinary standard rooms in domestic hotels, very clean. The cabinets, chandeliers, and paintings inside are obviously carefully selected. They look very elegant in the room. There are flowers in the bathroom, and everything is very warm.

The room window is facing the Cathedral of Santa Maria and the entire square can be overlooked, which is very convenient for those who come to Florence to travel.

"I'm on the first floor during the day. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time." After roughly introducing the room, Monica left. Of course, the first floor Monica mentioned was actually the second floor of the Chinese.

After Monica left, Xia Yunjie sat cross-legged on the bed, his spiritual consciousness stretched to every corner of the city like countless tentacles, but nothing was discovered. Seeing that nothing unusual was discovered, Xia Yunjie did not get up immediately, but continued to sit cross-legged on the bed, but there was an ancient turtle shell in his hand, and his fingers gently rubbed it on it, and a dreamlike sound came out of the turtle shell.

After a long time, Xia Yunjie sighed and slowly opened his eyes.

Mao Zon's whereabouts were still very vague. Fortunately, Xia Yunjie calculated that the only one who suffered this time should be Mao Zon's blood descendants, and others should not be able to do anything. However, if Xia Yunjie mobilized other forces, such as the Li family's troops and Mario's troops, the situation would become very complicated and serious. Because Mao Zon's mind had gradually awakened, once he noticed that someone was tracking him or tracing his blood descendants, he could say that he could kill all the people of the Li family and the Ferro family with his evil spell. This is also the reason why Xia Yunjie insisted on walking alone after he arrived in Italy.

With his calculation skills, as long as Mao Zombie has not practiced to become a flying Zombie, he will never escape his tracking, but the secret of heaven has not appeared, but he cannot hurry.

Opening his eyes and getting out of bed. It was just after noon. I was idle. Xia Yunjie went downstairs to buy a ticket and entered the Baihua Cathedral and climbed up to the dome. Standing on the dome, you can see the entire city of Frenrosa.

There are many Eastern Confucians who come to Florence to visit. From time to time, you can hear someone speaking Chinese, which makes people inadvertently think they have returned to China.

After visiting the Cathedral of Santa Maria and its surroundings, Xia Yunjie shuttled through the streets and alleys of Florence alone. Compared with the majesty, bustling and messy Rome, Xia Yunjie prefers the leisurely and quietness of Florence. Sitting by the glass window facing the street or by the table under the umbrella outside, drinking a cup of coffee or cold drinks slowly, watching tourists of all colors passing by the street, it is a very leisurely time.

Of course, while traveling, Xia Yunjie never forgot to explore and deduce every time he went to a place. He kept strolling until sunset and had dinner, and then Xia Yunjie returned to the hotel.

After taking a shower and putting his hands on his head, Xia Yunjie remembered every bit of what happened this year. From graduating from 2003 to finding a job, to having sex with Shao Lihong and Zhu Xiaoyan, to going abroad alone, Xia Yunjie felt that life changed too quickly, so fast that he felt a little unreal, so fast that he could no longer return to the life he used to squeeze in and out of the talent market.

The plan really cannot keep up with the changes. Perhaps this is the dark night of life, Xia Yunjie looked at the ceiling with murals and sighed alone.

When Xia Yunjie sighed alone in the dark, the birthplace of the Mafia was a private beach villa in Palermo, the capital of Sicily, full of mystery. A middle-aged man with a big back leaned against a chair with his legs crossed, holding a Cuban cigar in his mouth, and looked at the two men in front with a playful look.

One of the two men, one of whom was Mario, the godfather of the Ferro family, and the other was a middle-aged man about 1.9 meters tall, with a good figure, blonde hair, and a noble temperament.

At this time, the middle-aged man who looked very noble was pointing his pistol at Mario's head.

"Oh, Roberto Jr., what are you hesitating about? Kill Mario, we are partners, and we can share the Ferro family's property together. With my support, you can also inherit the position of the godfather of your father, the ll man committee. Of course, you can also reject my kindness, but I don't want you to make such a stupid choice." The man holding a Cuban cigar in his mouth spat out a smoke ring and squinted his eyes.

As he spoke, the four men standing behind him holding guns slightly rushed toward the hands of Roberto Jr., the son of the former godfather of the Italian Mafia, with a fierce and bloody look in his eyes.

Roberto smiled helplessly and slowly pulled his hand.

"Sorry, Mario, I have no choice," Roberto said.

"If you use a gun, you will have the Corleon family in your life, you will always be under Jim's control." Mario said calmly, but he secretly prayed in his heart that the talisman given by Xia Yunjie would bless him.
Chapter completed!