The Costa del Sol is the most famous coast in Spain and is also known as one of the six most perfect coasts in the world. Every year, countless people come here from all over the world to enjoy sunbathing. However, few people know that only a small part of this perfect coast is open to the public, and more and more beautiful areas are private areas that cannot be entered. They are owned by some wealthy families and clubs.

Next to a certain beach, there is a beachfront villa with yellow walls and red tiles. Although this beachfront villa does not look ostentatious and luxurious, it faces the entire bay and has a private pier that can be docked by more than six yachts, which shows that it has a strong foundation.

On the beach next to the pier, a fat man was lying comfortably under his parasol to rest. He was wearing beach pants and sunglasses, holding a wooden stick in his mouth, crossing his legs, and shaking on the beach chair with the music played by the sound next to him.

If Zhou Ming and Caitlin were here, they would definitely recognize the fat man, who was Juan, Duke of Aragon in Spain, who they met in Luxembourg.

Suddenly, footsteps came from beside him, and someone reached out to take off his sunglasses. Juan opened his eyes and looked at him: "My friend Mercede, have you finally finished that damn meeting?"

The person who came was a slender figure and handsome person, and his long golden hair was particularly eye-catching.

He reached out and patted Juan's belly, and the fat meat trembled: "I have to say, you should lose weight, you are not like an elegant nobleman."

Juan slapped his hand off angrily: "Get out! I am not the great prince of Hanover, and I am not interested in marrying a princess of a certain royal family. I am just a merchant Duke Juan Aragon. I hope to be a romantic businessman like Onassis, rather than dealing with those boring and almost corrupt royal rules!"

Mercede spread out another recliner next to him: "Don't you think this is boring and unenergized?"

"Fighting spirit? My friend, what kind of fighting spirit do you want me to have? My mother has bought half of Spain for me. Do you want me to buy the whole Spain and drive Ferdinand and Philip out of the Spanish palace?" Juan said, "I think I'd better spare me. Compared to this, I would rather support you in restoring the Hanover royal family and driving Elisabeth's wife out of Buckingham Palace."

Mercede smiled: "You're the real joke. How could those British people spend a century forgetting the Germanic bloodline of the royal family? "

"Or you can force them to recall, you can force Jaguar to buy it and then give it your name, just like you did to Mercedes-Benz." Juan thought for a while and said, "Maybe I should do that too. If I sell a few castles and buy a BMW, will everyone mention it in the future and there will be a Juan BMW."

Mercede shook his head helplessly. He knew his old Spanish friend's personality very well, so he was not interested in talking nonsense with him. Besides, buying Mercedes-Benz in exchange for him to change his name to Mercedes-Benz was just his impulse when he was young and frivolous. Maybe it sounds very energetic, but when you think about it carefully, you always feel a little petty.

Putting aside these distracting thoughts, Mercede then asked curiously: "I have heard about Luxembourg. Are you plotting against the female highness of the Harrusburg family there?"

Juan patted his forehead: "That is definitely a stain on my life! But Mercede, you must be more than that. Later I met them again, and I invited them to join us."

"Inject anesthetics into a Spanish duke and robbed the identity card that entered the Fort Luzel. This is very consistent with your Duke of Juan's psychopathy, but did you invite them?" Mercede asked, apparently noting that Juan was using a plural word here.

Juan nodded: "It's them, I believe you know that in addition to Caitlyn's female highness of the Harrusburg family, there is also a Chinese. In fact, this person is the key to my invitation."

"It seems you take him very seriously," said Mercede.

"That's because he does have this ability," said Juan. "I have investigated him and found that he has an almost evil intuition about money. Such a person can become the best piece in our hands to win all the victory we want for us."

Mercede shook his head again: "This evaluation is probably just Juan's personal opinion. The other guys may not agree with it, and they won't be as easy as me."

"So I prepared an exam for him," said Juan. "I think you must have known now that Harrusburg has been inherited by Andre. All members of the Harrusburg family also agree with his heir. This time Caitlyn went to Luxembourg to cut off the support of the Grand Duke of Luxembourg Oslan for Andre. I think they think that as long as they can cut off this support, they can regain Harrusburg."

"But their attempts in Luxembourg failed, did they?" said Mercedes. "Even I think their attempts in Luxembourg are clearly stupid!"

Juan nodded seriously: "It's true, but that's because they can get too little information, but this time, I have provided them with a very clear direction. Now I'm waiting for them to hand me an answer, which is at the Simpson Museum."

Before coming here, Mercede also learned about the situation of the Harrusburg family through his own channels, and he made the same judgment as Juan. The Simpson Museum is a very good breakthrough.

"So you're just waiting for them to surprise you right?" Mercedes asked.

Juan shook his head disdainfully and said, "I don't think they will bring me any surprises, or whether they can bring me surprises doesn't matter. As long as they can prove that they are qualified chess pieces and can walk step by step according to the steps we set. After all, it depends on us chess players who really decide the winner."

"Of course I am also very kind-hearted. If a piece of chess proves his value, then I don't mind giving him a lot of wealth or asking him to come and be a housekeeper for me. That is the supreme glory." Juan said with a smile, confident.

Mercede was a little surprised: "You actually want to choose a Chinese as the housekeeper. I have to say that you, Juan, is really brave. This is something that all families dare not do. After all, those Chinese are different from us. They only have interests and no sense of honor in their eyes. Maybe one day he will betray you and then run away with your castle."

"Well, even if you can tame him, there is another most important question, which is their vision."

Mercede reminded: "Among all the Chinese people I have met, even if he is a famous businessman from the United States, he has a strong sense of mercy. They are always willing to make ends meet for a little profit. They will only start from themselves and think about how they can bring benefits to themselves. Even if they do not hesitate to disrupt order for this, they never think about whether the benefits they get are mixed with poison."

Juan smiled: "My friend, I admit that what you said is right, but you seem to have overlooked the most important problem, that is, he is just a chess piece, and the chess piece does not need to think about these things, and even any of his own thoughts cannot control the game of chess. What needs to think about these things is the job of us chess players."

Mercede chuckled and patted his forehead: "That's true."

If Zhou Ming or any Chinese heard their words, they would definitely be very angry, because they did not take any Chinese seriously, including Zhou Ming. Even if they already knew that Zhou Ming had done those things in Northern Russia, the United States and Mexico, they would still only treat him as a pawn that could be controlled at will.

This is not their intentional anger at Zhou Ming, but their pride.

Just kidding, they are the controllers of wealth in developed countries. They have channels all over the world and hold many companies. Anyone who wants to start a business and succeed cannot bypass their capital support. Those world-renowned entrepreneurs are just the housekeepers who work for them.

So now he is just a guy who is not even clear about the situation of the declining Harrusburg family. How can they be taken seriously by them? Even though he has created many miracles and has wealth that ordinary people dare not think about for several lifetimes, in their eyes, it is still not enough.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind, and there was even a hurry, which made Juan very dissatisfied.

Juan frowned: "Are you an idiot? Haven't you seen Prince Mercede and I bask in the sun here? Why are you running over so furiously? Do you want to walk back to Barcelona from here?"

That was the butler in Juan's villa. After hearing Juan's scolding, he stopped there stiffly, not knowing what to do.

"What a fool!" Juan snorted coldly again.

However, Mercede waved to the other side and said, "It's okay. If you have something to do, just report the situation. If you really miss important news, you may really go back to Barcelona."

With Mercede's approval, the housekeeper came over carefully as if he had been amnesty.

"The Duke, Prince, is about the situation of the Simpsons in Slan, France. Yesterday, Caitlyn held a press conference to publicly display his contract with the Simpsons and obtained the naming rights of the Simpsons Museum. Today, the stock price of all industries of the Simpsons is rising, and just now, the Simpsons Museum held a relisting ceremony." The butler said.

Juanen said: "Simpson and Andre joined forces to cheat them and signed an unlimited contract. It seems that they have found a way to deal with Simpson."

"The direct announcement of the contract has driven the Simpsons' industry to rise, and it is posing as if it is going to short the Simpsons' industry and force them to fulfill the contract. This method is still very good." Mercedes commented.

"It's just a little trick that has to be done." Juan was very disdainful. He glanced at his butler, "Are you disturbing us to rest in order to tell us such a useless spam message?"

Although Juan was just asking peacefully, his housekeeper couldn't stop trembling. He hurriedly told Juan: "The Duke is not like this. What I mainly want to tell you is their re-listing ceremony this time. The re-listing sign was the Duke of Juan Museum."

Hearing this answer made Juan, who was still lazy before, sit up like an electric shock: "I'll go, this bastard!"
Chapter completed!