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The plan is just a preliminary idea, because it is not enough to have money alone, and you have to have some good relationships. Otherwise, no matter how good you perform, others won’t see it. That’s not a waste of time? So An Feng’s plan is to lay the foundation first, establish a charity foundation, and accumulate some character.

The rest had to take it slowly. Joanna was still very young and was not in a hurry. She was only in her early twenties and was still a woman. Apart from the royal family or hereditary title, she was not so young. Perhaps it was a good idea to play steadily... After chatting for a while, the two of them dressed up and prepared to travel.

Because I need to have afternoon tea. Drinking tea seems to have nothing to do with dressing... In fact, it depends on where Leeds' afternoon tea is famous all over the world, so it requires men's suits and ties, not jeans, while women's skirts, that is, semi-formal or formal dresses.

Speaking of British afternoon tea, I'm afraid it's one of the few desirable British meals An Feng thinks, especially Leeds afternoon tea is the most rare. Although it is not expensive, it is famous and divided into three levels a day. If you want to book a seat in this afternoon, the safest thing is to three months in advance!

Obviously, it doesn’t take Anfeng three months, but it took four weeks to get the seat.

In a suit, he drove aston and Martin. After arriving, he got off the car. He threw the car keys to the parking boy with a graceful manner, and then opened the car door for Joanna. He wore a black dress and jewelry. He was luxurious and got off the car, and carried his arms and walked elegantly into the main entrance with him.

Other guests are equally grand, and if they wear casually, they will feel embarrassed. The restaurant layout is also very exquisite. Looking around, the details of the walls and domes are luxurious and retro. At the same time, the exquisite porcelain and shiny silverware on the table also make people feel respected.

An Feng felt that drinking afternoon tea in such a place was mostly about enjoying the environment.

Joanna said: "The traditional British afternoon tea is so cumbersome that people have tried it, and they have completely lost the mood to enjoy the tea."

An Feng smiled: "So it's just for people to kill time."

There are not so many traditional etiquettes here. Apart from the dress code, everything else is casual. On the way, the artist improvised the piano and played a few songs, enjoying black tea and tasting snacks in an elegant atmosphere. The leisurely afternoon was quickly washed away and he returned home with a full meal.

When I left, it was already dark, so I drove around the city. I appreciate the hustle and bustle of London. The roads in the city center are not spacious. Strictly speaking, it is not a cement road, but a stone paved road with a certain history. Walking on it gives people a strong sense of historical vicissitudes.

Double-decker sightseeing buses can be seen everywhere on the road, which is probably one of the characteristics of the UK, and there are absolutely indispensable red and black telephone booths. In addition, there are more exotic styles on the streets of London in recent years - such as a Bugatti sports car with an Arabic license plate in front of them.

Not only it, the Lamborghini passing by also have Arabic license plates, which are different from those of the British or EU license plates. These outstanding sports cars do not belong to the local area. They were obviously airlifted by the rich people of the Middle East. The bustling London has become a platform for them to show themselves.

An Feng said: "Does the Arab rich man occupy London?"

Joanna nodded: "There are indeed many Arabs. These luxury cars are either rich or royal members. Some of them study in the UK, such as the Qatar royal family. Their members are designated to study in British military academies. When the summer is hot, they come to London to escape the summer heat."

An Feng said: "It's so pleasant."

"The royal families in several Middle East countries have close ties with the British royal family, and tourist visas are easy to obtain. Moreover, the commercial area is well developed and there are many luxury goods. Unlike the Arab region in a large desert, these rich people choose London as the best place to travel, and usually stay for more than ten days."

An Feng suddenly realized: "No wonder London has so many sports cars with members of the Middle East royal family."

After a few rounds, I crossed the Tower Bridge and returned to the underground parking lot of the apartment building. Since the building had just been built, the occupancy rate was not high. So the parking lot was a bit empty. An Feng opened the door and got out of the car. Suddenly, a woman screamed and then a kick came.

"What's going on?" Joanna in the car looked at him.

"I'll go and have a look. You lock the car door!" An Feng said to her and closed the car door.

He followed the direction of the sound. Although he was not interested in causing trouble, it was obvious that he could not hear the lady's call for help without a gentlemanly demeanor... After An Feng walked six or seven meters, he saw several people beating a man next to a yellow Lamborghini, and next to him was a woman calling for help.

"Hey!" An Feng spoke out to remind them that someone was watching.

The men who beat the man on the ground looked back at him, and they were uniformly dressed in the clothing of a certain maintenance company. One of them warned: "Don't meddle in other people's business!"

An Feng shrugged and pointed to the camera above his head: "Look at it."

A group of idiots! The security monitoring of high-end communities is obviously very in place. In a few minutes, security guards will come. Although these people disguised as air conditioners and still turned on MPVs,... one of them smiled and walked over without caring, pinching their finger joints.

"You trust these cameras too much," he said sarcastically.

An Feng said: "I'm just passing by."

"You should turn around and leave at the first moment. We won't cause trouble for you!" he said, walking.

An Feng teased: "Can I regret it now?"

The other party snorted, put a bumpy iron fist glove on his right hand, and rushed up.

He punched An Feng in the stomach.

He jumped backwards, and when the other party did not expect that this seemingly harmless guy had such a speed of reaction, An Feng's fist had already hit his face and flew three or four meters away with his fallen teeth. An Feng quickly stepped forward and stepped towards his chest as he was about to get up.

Obviously that guy was also a skilled guy. He couldn't dodge himself and used his arms to block his chest. But this was his second miscalculation - An Feng stepped on his two little arms, and he couldn't support this force, and his hands were soft and he slammed on his chest, and his leather shoes made his whole body boil.

An Feng twitched his ribs again and cursed: "I want to leave too, but you are guarding the elevator door. How do you ask me to escort the lady upstairs?"

The guy who fell to the ground was about to vomit blood when he heard the truth! He cried, and there was a scattered moment. They happened to be waiting for the target near the elevator and then taught him some lessons. Unexpectedly, a tough guy insisted on getting on the elevator from here... It turned out to be the current situation.

His other three accomplices saw that the situation was not good. They picked up weapons such as iron rods, wrenches and sharp knives, and surrounded them.

An Feng untied the hole in his suit, put on a fighting posture, and hooked his hand: "Come on!"

The three people surrounded him in a shape of a pin, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and hit him. An Feng's reaction was faster. He raised his foot and stepped on the calves of a guy directly opposite him. With a gaba, he knelt down on the spot. Then he turned around and swept his legs, kicked a guy dancing with a knife on his left hand away, and hit a black Land Rover next to him. He rebounded and fell to the ground, and a harsh alarm sounded throughout the parking lot.

It took only three seconds to knock down the two guys. As soon as the third guy swung the stick, An Feng turned around, followed the direction of his stick tapping with his right hand, avoided and clamped his wrist holding the stick with his arm, and kicked him in the crotch. With a "ah" sound, his knuckles bent down, followed An Feng and kicked him on the chin. The guy flipped in the air and fell to the ground in a large shape.

The whole process took only ten seconds. Three strong men who besieged him fell to the ground. An Feng finished work and clapped his hands. The sound of running high heels came. Then Joanna, who looked anxious, appeared. He hurried forward and supported her who was a little unsteady in walking: "Is it okay? Why did you come out?"

"I'm worried about you." She looked at the people on the ground.

"I'm fine," said An Feng, "but you are prone to twisting your feet when running in high heels."

Joanna didn't say anything, checked An Feng, who was safe and sound, and then she breathed a sigh of relief. She felt relieved: "Why did you fight with them?"

An Feng was depressed: "I want to say that I am very innocent. They just stayed near the elevator. Even if they don't help, I want to take you to the elevator, right?"

At this time, the man who was beaten came over with the help of the fashionable woman. There was nothing wrong with him on his face. The other party was very targeted and did not slap his face. But looking at his appearance... it would be better to slap the face! Although he is an Arab, his appearance is a bit jealous.

The man said gratefully in English: "Thank you for your help, sir, please ask your name?"

An Feng said: "Bruce. Are you okay?"

The other party stretched out his hand at him: "My name is Khalid, nothing is wrong, thank you for your help."

An Feng held him and looked at his standing posture. He didn't look like something big, so he asked, "Why did they hit you?"

Khalid smiled and said, "It's not clear yet, but I'll find out."

There was a lot of noise in the parking lot. When the security guard heard the sound, he rushed over. Seeing this scene, he immediately took out the rubber stick and electric stick on his body. Khalid immediately shouted: "I am Asani! Investors in this area! You can call me the police and deal with these criminals!"

After hearing this, An Feng remembered the luxury apartments around him. The high-end project with an average price of 800,000 yuan belonged to this guy?

As expected, he lives up to the reputation of the Middle East as a rich man. An Feng feels that he can almost compete with him... Because he quickly calculated that according to one floor and two sets, the thirty floor is about sixty sets, and the average one set is one million, which is 60 million pounds, plus other construction periods, about 200 million.

Two hundred million pounds are very ordinary for a guy who dares to spend 2 billion to buy a cruise ship as a gift.

Khalid saw that there was no surprise on An Feng's face, and he was still calm. When he looked at the woman beside him, his attention was entirely on him, and his concern was beyond words. He admired him. This was probably the true master of Kung Fu and the highest level of refining the heart.

Khalid didn't know where he heard about Chinese Kung Fu skills, and admired An Feng in his heart, so he tried his best to invite him to visit his mansion on the top floor.

Seeing that his enthusiasm was unstoppable, An Feng reminded: "We have to cooperate with the police to investigate some things."

Khalid laughed: "It's okay, I will ask my lawyer to help us deal with these things, so that you won't feel any trouble."
Chapter completed!