Chapter 146 Lu Chen: Do you call this being low-key?

Chapter 146 Lu Chen: Do you call this being low-key?

There are many gullies on the cement floor, and the dark marks are dried blood. There seems to be a fishy smell in the moist wind, telling the story of the tragic war that once broke out here.

Lu Chen looked at the wide Loire River in the distance. This largest river in France is five hundred meters wide at its widest point. There were many cruise ships strolling in the river at this time. The gorgeous lights on the boats meant that there might be a lively event going on above. Party.

Today is his first day in Nantes, France. After visiting a series of places previously investigated by the enforcement department, he finally came to this "crime scene"

Not surprisingly, nothing gained.

He turned around and walked a few steps towards the black and gray car.

The sharp front of the car combines two large air intakes to design the front bumper. The straight lines outline many sharp angles. The rear of the roof has layers like fighter jet flaps. The LED taillights at the rear of the car and the oversized exhaust tail set in the center. The pipe, the rear bumper combined with the bottom splitter, etc., seem to tell the world how manic it is hidden under the car shell.

The girl in a black evening dress walked to the car first and opened the passenger door for the boy.

When the door opens, it's like the canopy of a fighter jet is opened. It's better to say that this is a fighter jet running on the road.

Lamborghini Reventon, 2008 model, limited to 21 pieces worldwide.

Lu Chen has been learning various things in the academy these days, and driving is one of them. After careful study, he found that these big oil-burning toys are quite interesting. Under the guidance of Brother Caesar, he gradually understood that men love cars. feelings.

It's just that he thinks this thing is good everywhere, but it runs a little slow.

Of course, it is good as a means of transportation. Although he has excellent physical fitness, he is not the kind of person who is willing to wander around the city when nothing happens.

Miranla sat in the driver's seat, fastened her seat belt, and turned to look at the president, "Any idea? Where to go next?"

Lu Chen rubbed his brows. He felt a little tired. He had been shopping all day today and didn't have much clue. At present, he only knew that the school director of Laurent's family was probably taken away by water.

The Loire River leads directly to the seaport of Saint-Jean-de-Luz. Because the river is very wide, no matter how big a ship is, it can sail in. If Elizabeth was kidnapped from here, she would have probably left France at this time. The world is so big, it’s time to go Where to find it?

"The public security in France is not good. This level of 'armed fighting' did not attract the attention of your police, and the other party was allowed to evacuate in a brazen manner afterwards?"

Lu Chen couldn't help but complain. Although he knew that there was a powerful person behind this matter, the fact that it was done flawlessly still gave him a headache.

Miranla was a little embarrassed. France's public security was slightly worse than that of the United Kingdom, but it was still much better than the free United States.

"I've already sent people to investigate the departure records, but I guess they won't leave any effective clues."

Lu Chen waved his hand, "No need to check. The execution department used Norma to invade the system and checked. There are no traces."

He put his hand on the open car window, tapped the outer wall with his fingers, and asked curiously: "By the way, Miranla, what does your family do?"

He had seen this car in Caesar's collection, and it seemed to be a limited edition. Caesar was the noble son of the Gattuso family. According to the principal, the Gattuso family was the school director who currently contributed the most money to the college every year.

He told Miranla that this was a secret mission and that he had to keep a low profile. The other party nodded to express understanding on the plane and said that she would make arrangements as appropriate. As a result, the car was parked in the garage after landing...

Maybe it’s because my style is too small, and it doesn’t mean the same thing as Miranla’s understanding of low-key.

"Didn't I mention that?"

Miranla also looked surprised. She thought the president had known about it all along, so he finally decided to take her on this mission.

Seeing Lu Chen's puzzled expression, she explained: "Our family is mainly engaged in the hotel service industry, and the business area... is relatively wide."

Miranla, who understood Lu Chen's character, did not elaborate too much on her family background, how glorious her ancestors' aristocratic bloodline was, and so on. She knew that the president hated to dwell on such things.

"I see. I heard Fingel say that opening a hotel is very profitable."

Lu Chen nodded, indicating that he understood.

But in fact, he didn't understand that the Bellisson family runs the largest hotel group in Europe. If it weren't for the fact that it didn't have as long a history as the school directors, it would still be considered a top wealthy mixed-race family.

Lu Chen lowered his head and looked at the time on his phone. It was just after eight o'clock, and there was no news about Eri Yi. Thinking about it, it should be three o'clock in the morning in Japan, and Eri Yi should have gone to bed.

Then he gently pulled off his collar. He was wearing a decent custom-made suit today, which he was not used to. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt and said, "Let's go to the banquet."

"Really go?"

Miranla was a little surprised. He thought Lu Chen would reject those people's invitations. You know, Lu Chen used to hate such large social occasions.

"Go, why don't you go? Now that the clue is broken, being idle is nothing."

Lu Chen looked at the calm river surface, wondering if there was a raging undertow below.

There is a dinner party tonight at the Chateau of the Dukes of Brittany in Nantes, where the top families in the mixed race world gather.

The initiator of the dinner was the Laurent family, the victims of this incident. The main purpose was to reconnect with the major families and help them find their owners.

In addition to showing favor to the Laurent family, the people who attended the dinner today also had other purposes, because they heard that the secret party's new dragon-slaying legend had come to the city and started investigating this incident.

"President, do you think you can get useful information from today's dinner? Or do you think one of the families is related to this kidnapping?"

Miranla is a smart girl, and she figured out the key immediately. Now that she has broken the clue, maybe they should attend this dinner.

"Who knows?"

Lu Chen looked at the night view of Nantes and recalled what the principal had said to him.

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The buildings in the distance are built of limestone in Renaissance style. They are bright white in color, with elegant curves and fine carvings. They contrast with the rough style of the outer city wall. The thick granite wall plays the role of a solid fortress.

From a distance, it looked like a giant beast crawling in the darkness.

The Castle of the Dukes of Brittany is the last castle before the Loire River merges into the Atlantic Ocean. The Nantes Historical Museum is located in this building. Strictly speaking, it is a national property at this time and is a tourist attraction for tourists and a national Tools for generating income.

But today it is only open to private individuals. The host who initiates the banquet will pay more than ten times the daily attraction revenue and donate 30 million US dollars to renovate this ancient building. This is an offer that cannot be refused.

The open-air parking lot outside the castle was filled with various limited-edition luxury cars. The door opened, and a lady with a slim waist and long legs got out of the car on high heels and put her hand on the arm of her male companion.

Everyone was well-dressed and elegant.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, a black and gray Lamborghini Reventon drove into the parking lot and accurately parked into the parking space with a flick of the tail, causing many people to turn around and look sideways, wondering what kind of person was driving the car.

The car door opened, and a pair of slender legs stepped out first. Under the shining of the nearby lights and the black evening dress, the white was dazzling. The nude high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, and the girl's slim figure got out of the car. Her light brown hair was pulled up high, and she stretched her body after standing up straight, showing her uneven curves vividly.

The girl looked indifferent and glanced around. Many people who looked at her had the urge to avoid her. The invisible aura like a queen was overwhelming. She did not speak to anyone, but silently addressed everyone. Announce, I'm coming.

Many representatives of mixed-race families lamented that this was probably an A-class elite with noble blood. Even if his golden eyes were not ignited, his aura still made it difficult for ordinary people to look at him.

Just when everyone was deducing which elite this person was, this queen-like girl suddenly turned around and walked to the other side of the car, which surprised many people.

Shouldn't you just go into the venue now?

But the next moment someone realized that the girl did not come to the banquet alone, she was going to open the car door!

Such an outstanding and beautiful girl should have been sitting quietly, waiting for the gentleman to open the car door for her. He held his hands carefully so that the girl could get out of the car safely, and then stretched out his arm to carry her into the castle.

But now she was doing what only a driver would do.

Who could make this girl so "condescending"? Is he an elder in her family?

The car door opened, the girl stepped back respectfully, and a black-haired boy in a smart suit got out of the car.

The young man had a handsome appearance and a tall and straight posture. He exuded a sunny military temperament. His dark eyes were unruffled and he did not look at anyone else.

He just nodded towards the girl, then stretched out his arm, as if he had received permission, and the girl carefully helped her up.

"It's Lu Chen."

Someone whispered to the female companion that the information about the secret party's new star is not a secret now, at least his appearance is not a secret.

Many people wanted to come forward and chat, but they were all dissuaded by the young man's invisible aura. He felt like a famous sword hidden in a sheath. If you approach rashly, you might get scratched.

When the young girl walked to the entrance of the castle, the waiter bowed respectfully as usual, "Sir, please show me..."

He was asking for the invitation in the same way, but when he looked up, he was speechless, because he met those red gold pupils, and the invisible pressure made the waiter feel like he was in the throat, and his heart seemed to be clenched, until the boy and girl Passing by him, he panted profusely with sweat.

Lu Chen didn't mean to embarrass the other party, but he and Miranla did not have invitations. The invitations were sent to the hotel, and the hotel was on the other side of the city, so they were too lazy to go back to get it.

He doesn't need any invitations, and Golden Eyes is the best invitation.

The Laurent family may have invited him with good intentions, but some may not.

After entering the main hall of the castle, the view suddenly brightened. Before hosting this dinner, the Laurent family had obviously renovated the castle in detail. The huge crystal chandelier hanging on the dome illuminated the area. The vast space is covered with carpets handmade by famous Italian craftsmen.

The space reverberates with melodious music, sometimes a gorgeous Adagio melody, sometimes a traditional fugue allegro main body, sometimes a Sicilian-style quiet and soothing largo, similar to the pastoral music in Christmas music, in the contrast of instruments. Under the overlapping, the energetic and complex textured music penetrates into people's ears.

This is one of Handel's greatest band works in his late period, Music for the Royal Fireworks (Royal Fireworks Music). The source of the music is the court orchestra on both sides.

There were already men and women dancing gracefully in the central open space. People were standing and chatting at the dining tables. The waiters were holding silver plates, tall and tall, and walked to them with humble eyes. If there was any need, those people would be there. I will get a glass of Chateau Cheval Blanc 80-year-old red wine, thank the waiter, and clink glasses with the person who had a pleasant conversation.

In such a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, a big business worth tens of billions may be decided just like this.

Their hands gently shook the wine glasses, and the bright red wine reflected a moving red under the light of the glass. They clinked the glasses, which was the transfer and collision of power. What they drank was not the red wine, but the intoxicating power and power.

"President."

Miran reminded Lu Chen in a low voice when she saw him walking towards the dining table.

"I know."

Lu Chen was a little helpless, thinking that I am indeed a foodie, but I don't care about the occasion. Besides, these things are just for people to eat. I don't eat like crazy when they are served, I just eat a little something to fill my stomach. Is this reasonable?

With this in mind, he picked up a plate of exquisite veal steak. It must be said that it was really exquisite, so exquisite that it was not enough for him to take a bite.

After finishing the veal steak on the plate, Lu Chen felt that the Laurent family at least had good taste in the chef. He took out a napkin and wiped his mouth elegantly, which made Miranla feel relieved.

If the occasion were different, she would make clear arrangements for Lu Chen to eat as much or as little as he wanted.

But today was different, especially since she heard that the college intended to push their president to the stage of the mixed-race world. When attending such an occasion, she still had to pay attention to her decency.

As time passed, Miranla stood beside Lu Chen, not like his female companion, but like a female secretary in the company. She was observing the people in the venue, and the people in the venue were also observing her, but no one dared to Focus on the oriental boy who is answering messages on his mobile phone.

There's no reason, they just don't dare.

"Ding ding ding——"

At this time, an old man in a suit stood in the venue and tapped the wine glass with a silver spoon, attracting everyone's attention, and the venue suddenly became quiet.

"Thank you very much for coming to today's dinner. I am the butler of the Laurent family, Sebas Laurent."

The old man saluted everyone respectfully. His words were humble, but no one dared to truly accept the old man's courtesy, because he was not given the surname Laurent. He has always been a pure bloodline of the Laurent family and is an elite. Mixed breed.