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Chapter 1078: The Meaning of Travel 751

Chapter 1078: The Meaning of Travel 751

"Long, try this, it’s my personal collection of brandy, only taken out for the most prestigious guests. You couldn’t buy this anywhere else in the world."

Sicily.

Inside a private vineyard that spans nearly a hundred acres.

A middle-aged man with a high-bridged nose poured a cup himself, a typical Italian look, his demeanor exuded an air of gentlemanly nature that seemed innate. His tailor-made, expensive suit was impeccable, and his shiny leather shoes didn’t have a speck of dust.

Both in image and temperament, he fitted the stereotype of the Western nobility.

"Mr. Fernando, you know, I’m a simple man, not like my brother, I’m not much for alcohol, especially foreign spirits like this, I’m completely clueless. Compared to your liquor, I still prefer our local baijiu, it’s strong and potent."

The visitor, Luo Long, was lounging with one leg crossed over the other, showing no signs of being a restrained guest in a foreign land, appearing completely relaxed as if he hadn’t noticed those burly men in suits patrolling around the vineyard during his entrance.

He didn’t even finish high school, so of course, he didn’t understand foreign languages, except for simple "hello" and "Are-you-ok?" He relied entirely on his two accompanying subordinates for communication.

That’s also why he didn’t come alone for something more secure.

After his subordinate, who stood with hands clasped at his side, translated for him, Luo Long, who was never challenged in Jiang, continued, "But there’s one thing I know; this stuff can make us money."

The world hustles and bustles, all for profit.

Although they had not met face to face many times, they were close trading partners, and various foreign liquors were a part of their business dealings.

Shenzhou has the world’s largest population market, and Shenzhou’s rich are big fans of foreign spirits.

A bottle that might cost less than triple digits could result in its value multiplying several times once it has crossed the seas.

One being the supplier and the other the seller, just with their liquor business alone, they could generate vast profits every year, making both parties exceedingly wealthy. It was only right for Luo Long to be a guest of honor.

However, at the beginning, Luo Long did have his reservations. In his opinion, there was no need to share profits; they could simply make counterfeit liquor. Since most people couldn’t tell the difference and those who could dare not speak out, all the money could go into their pockets. How delightful that would be.

But this idea was strongly vetoed by his elder brother Luo Han, who gave him a stern talking-to and scolded him for his shortsightedness.

Now, with the multinational collaborations growing and the stakes getting higher, he was finally willing to admit that his brother’s fame and success were not just a matter of being luckier by a fraction.

How did that saying go?

Indeed, in terms of vision, he was somewhat lacking.

"Long, I like a person like you, straightforward and openhearted."

Fernando smiled and raised his glass, "Cheers."

Luo Long, who normally did as he pleased in his own territory, still showed consideration for the current setting by putting down his crossed leg. However, swallowing the priceless liquid in one gulp was like a bull gulping down peonies.

Fernando seemed not to mind his guest’s uncouth behavior of wasting such a fine drink, his smile unchanged, he took a sip of his own drink and asked, "Why didn’t Mr. Luo come along?"

Mr. Luo and Long.

Through his different ways of addressing them, one could discern the distinct statuses of the Luo brothers in his view.

Though the subordinate wouldn’t translate these nuances, Luo Long was well aware that his own weight didn’t measure up to his brother’s.

Not to mention being in a foreign country, even back home, Luo Long’s identity was still "brother of Luo Han."

Of course.

The two brothers, born of the same mother, have an unquestionable bond. Otherwise, Luo Han wouldn’t have gone out of his way to request Young Master Fang to come out of retirement, seeking justice from Master Tian for his brother’s sake.

But sentiment is one thing.

Pride is another.

Feeling proud to have such a brother, Luo Long still carried a chip on his shoulder.

And now, here was his perfect opportunity to prove himself!

"Is there a difference whether my brother or I come?"

Luo Long put down his empty glass, smiling with narrowed eyes.

"Heh, you’re right. I just haven’t seen Mr. Luo for too long. We’ve all been too busy."

Fernando quickly dropped the subject. "Long, how long do you plan to stay in Sicily? I’ll make arrangements to ensure that you... ’forget to return’—that’s the saying there, isn’t it?"

"Let’s talk about those matters later. Mr. Fernando, my purpose for coming to Sicily isn’t for pleasure."

"Oh?"

Fernando raised an eyebrow, fiddled with his wine glass, comfortably leaning back on the sofa.

"Could it be that there’s another good deal?"

Luo Long grinned and shook his head slightly.

"Business is never-ending. This time, I’ve got a favor to ask of Mr. Fernando."

"Go ahead."

Fernando sipped his drink, indicating that he was all ears.

"We’ve been friends for so long, I’m not going to beat around the bush with Mr. Fernando. I want to ask Mr. Fernando to help me take care of someone."

Fernando remained expressionless. "Isn’t Shenzhou your turf?"

"Of course, it’s not in Shenzhou."

Luo Long didn’t waste words. "This person is currently in Sicily."

Saying so, he pulled out a photo and passed it over.

Fernando took it, showing slight surprise. "A woman?"

Luo Long nodded. "She’s here in Sicily on a trip, no other intentions. Since she likes it here so much, let’s have her stay forever."