Parents, wealth, power, and the precepts of restraint. Finally, it is a record of you. This is basically all the investors that Hou Dasheng knows. His current identity is the sword of the investor. The one who once assumed this responsibility was the Legion.

The Legion later chose to associate with the Holy See, and then embarked on the road of almost destroying investors. Then, they became a gorgeous servant street. If they failed, they naturally had to bear the consequences. Therefore, they are now in a state of being half dead.

The Legion seems to have a huge influence in Europe, but it can be seen from the fact that a few little heads in the CIA dare to provoke their internal strife. Not everyone thinks they can't mess with it. On the contrary, many people are willing to twist their tiger beards.

The legion only had a certain influence in the cabinets of various countries. The army and intelligence systems were completely unable to intervene. Even Hou Dasheng was chased by men in black at that time and fled everywhere. This, with the investors, made the cowboys, companies and pirates get out of here, forming a sharp contrast.

The Holy See also, with almost no sense of existence. Apart from some activities and some opinions, their sense of existence is almost zero. Whether in an open society or in a place where the light cannot be shined, they have almost no influence.

As for the seat of the board of directors they were at the service provider, it looked more symbolic. The representatives of the Holy See would basically not express any opinions on anything. Anyway, they received the profits of the service provider every year. The representative was like a clay sculpture without saying a word.

"According to the ceremony, we need to have a meal with you." The crow said, and saw that the waiters began to serve dishes. Unexpectedly, the dishes were made of stone. And they looked a little old and were definitely not made in new ways.

The dishes were pretty good, almost all of them were barbecue. But when they were put on the plate, they looked quite antique. But when the crow spread her hands, she said helplessly: "You have to forgive me, this is the rule set by the predecessors. The dishes basically won't change. To be honest, I don't like such monotonous barbecue. But this was a relatively good food at that time."

Hou Dasheng glanced at the crow with sympathy, then nodded. As a chef, he took a look at the dishes he brought and sniffed them and probably knew what was going on. The dishes were made of them very monotonous. They were roasted and added some spices.

Fortunately, the ingredients of these dishes are good. Hou Dasheng can tell from the inconspicuous texture of these meats that they belong to. Hou Dasheng, who has seen some medieval history, knows that in fact, beef was not particularly popular in the medieval era.

At that time, they were mainly from meat sources, and they were still mutton. Occasionally there were beef and horse meat. Of course, the most important source of meat was fish. Fisheries were extremely important at that time. And then we went forward to the origin of the Holy See, the Hebrew nation, the era of fish, bread and honey. This was a great treat.

Now what was placed in front of Hou Dasheng was unfermented bread, some green salt, then some roasted dried fish, and some seal meat and lamb. Almost all were roasted, just sprinkled with some simple spices. You can tell that these are very unpalatable.

The waiter quickly took the knife and cut the pieces of meat into Hou Dasheng's plate. Then the crow and the people's plates were also filled with meat. Hou Dasheng refused the exquisite food, but he could still swallow the rough food.

There is no way. Sometimes on the battlefield, you can't decide what you can eat. Some people eat quickly, but they don't dare to eat too much, for fear of affecting their actions. None of them has the desire to speak, and they silently lower their heads and eat the food on the plate.

Hou Dasheng quickly finished his meal in just a few bites, picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, nodded at the people, and then got up and left.

Just like when he came, he was put on a mask and sent to the yacht. When the mask was taken off again, Hou Dasheng was already standing at the door of the hotel in Berlin where he left. The hound was right behind him, and the security personnel who accompanied the hounds.

Hou Dasheng touched his face and felt everything seemed like a dream. The phone in his pocket was buzzing..." and Hou Dasheng picked it up and took a look and then answered the phone.

"Your actions should start within three days." What came from there was the voice of the crow: "You know the rules, and irrelevant people should not know these things. Okay, I wish you all the best! When you get there, everything will be handled by the service provider."

Holding the phone, Hou Dasheng breathed deeply: "Are we... considered one of the investors now?!"

"To be precise, you count. The jackal is not counted for the time being." The crow's voice came again: "As for whether it counts in the end or not, it depends on you. It also depends on the performance of the jackal. That's it, goodbye!"
Chapter completed!