Chapter 1568: Chapter 1568: Avril
Sofia was not deported from the Paris airport.
If they really wanted to do it, the commotion would be slightly less than a plane turning back, but not by much.
The person who reprimanded McWhite thought about it for a while and decided it was best not to make a fuss.
If Mai Nation didn’t act against Sofia, others might not pay attention to her, but if they really wanted to deport her, many people would ponder—what did this girl actually do?
Although they are all Western countries, they secretly undercut each other with quite some intensity.
Old Europe has always wanted to reclaim its former glory, which is known in the entire Earth Realm, and the people of Mai Nation have always used various tactics to restrain and divide Europe, which is also well-known.
In short, quite a few people in Mai Nation are aware of Sofia’s sensitivity, but her superpowers and related exploits mostly occurred in Mai Nation, and outsiders aren’t very aware—except for the Europa Church.
And the Church is a high and mighty institution, always keeping an aloof stance.
The setbacks in North America are not something they will openly publicize, as the world has become increasingly secular nowadays, and they are struggling to maintain their image, so why let everyone know about the Church’s weakness?
So, when Sofia arrived in Paris, the Church had no reaction; instead, the Mai Nation Church spent money organizing a small protest outside the airport against Sofia—only about seventy to eighty people, funded by relevant expenses, and Mai Nation wasn’t short of that money.
The key is that the influence of the Mai Nation Church is beginning to pressure Europe, which is a kind of reverse infiltration after the strength of national power has grown.
The Church is very reluctant to see this, but… they do have money.
Although the Church is not short of money, the thought of having to compete financially in local conflicts feels somewhat… beneath them, doesn’t it?
This kind of conflict really leaves a bad taste.
Fortunately, they soon heard that the girl with the “Jinwu Sunflower” had quickly left Europe.
Sofia flew to Paris, but Paris was just one direction for her to break free—she really didn’t plan to shop here.
Shortly after disembarking, she decided to transfer to Britain—at this point, she hadn’t even left the airport.
For Sofia, who holds a Mai Nation passport, this was a very normal operation, but Feng Jun suggested: you’d better stay in Paris for two days, then fly to another country.
Sofia took the suggestion, indeed wandered around Paris for two days, and Feng Jun appeared to accompany her shopping, even buying quite a bit himself, using her card.
The FBI also had people in Paris; although it was close to the holidays, and not many were on duty, Sofia’s priority was high enough that someone was covertly following her, and the tail was very surprised at Feng Jun’s appearance.
This time, Feng Jun was disguised as a Caucasian youth, with a rather imposing physique, much like a fitness coach.
The tracker sent his image back to colleagues at home, completing the basic operation, but couldn’t help but feel sour upon seeing Sofia swiping her card to buy things for him: Damn it, if we were in Mai Nation, I could check his identity right now.
Unfortunately, Paris is not under Mai Nation’s jurisdiction; no matter how far-reaching, they cannot casually investigate people here.
If they sought assistance from the local French counterparts, it would certainly work, but the FBI did not want excessive attention on Sofia.
Two days later, early in the morning, Sofia took the hotel’s shuttle, and after clearing customs, headed straight to Britain.
Her friend in Britain is named Avril, similar in height to her, slightly fuller, and actually quite good-looking—in fact, with youthful vigor, no one looks too bad.
The two beauties spent a night in Britain and then boarded a plane the next day bound for Australia.
Sofia’s second citizenship choice was Australia.
After arriving in Australia, Feng Jun presented with the appearance of a Chinese person—of course, not in his original appearance.
Seeing him, Sofia did not hesitate to greet him warmly and lovingly hugged his arm.
Avril couldn’t help but widen her eyes, “Oh my god, Sofia, you’ve… fallen for a Yellow Race person?”
“A Huaxia citizen,” Sofia explained solemnly, “I don’t like some Yellow Race people… for instance, Neon people.”
She’s been interacting with Feng Jun for more than a few days and thoroughly understood some of his attitudes, so she decisively catered to his preferences, and doing so required no effort from her—most Mai Nation people don’t have a very good impression of Neon anyway.
Avril nodded naturally, “Of course, I also like Huaxia people… they’re very wealthy.”
Feng Jun listened and was speechless, gazing at the sky—what in the world have my lovely compatriots been up to abroad?
Sofia invited Avril to Australia both to rekindle their school friendship and to ask her to come forward, using her British Federation identity, to purchase a piece of land there—she wants to build a Daoist Temple!
Avril was here, and she actually had a few acquaintances, introducing a rather strong intermediary company.
However, upon arriving in Australia, Feng Jun could exert some influence since there were many Chinese here. Even those who had immigrated still sought opportunities in Huaxia and naturally wanted to please some of the tough guys from back home.
Feng Jun was one of these top-notch tough guys. Following a trail, he returned to Luohua Manor and asked Yu Qingzhu, “Don’t you have many Australian classmates? Do you have any powerful and resourceful contacts there?”
This time, Yang Yuxin stepped in and cut the line. She said she had many acquaintances in Australia, like private business owners and people in charge of central enterprises. “Just tell me what you want to do,” she said.
Once Feng Jun shared his thoughts, Sister Hong immediately chimed in, saying, “You definitely have to find me for such matters, don’t you remember? My family originally came from the Overseas Hongmen Sect.”
Yu Qingzhu flushed with anger, saying, “You all are bullying me! My Yu Family has relatives in Australia!”
In short, after arriving in Australia, Feng Jun could exert considerable influence even while he asked those cooperating with him to keep a low profile, using the alias “Porsche.”
On the first day in Australia, everyone went to bed pretty early, and the next day they energetically went out to check places. By the time they returned, it was already quite late, but luckily the intermediary company valued this big client and sent a car to bring them back.
However, the third day got lively. Early in the morning, several luxury cars arrived at the hotel entrance, along with a business car. News from back home had spread, and everyone knew a tough guy had arrived here.
The visitors were split into three groups, interestingly they all knew each other.
This was quite normal because the successful Chinese here only consisted of a few. Among the rest, it wasn’t out of possibility to find some white dragon disguised in fish scales, but since they didn’t develop well locally, others wouldn’t think of asking them for help.
Those arriving in the business car came from the Hongmen Sect. One young man spoke upon hearing they were all there to greet the same person, “What’s odd is that there’s no one named Porsche staying at this hotel. Could there be a mistake?”
“Then you might as well leave first,” A tall middle-aged man chuckled with a young man by his side, holding up a sign reading “Pickup for Porsche.” He was a representative from a national enterprise here. “I dare not leave.”
As he spoke, a beautiful woman in her thirties nearby chuckled and remarked, “Manager Wang’s work attitude is truly admirable. But I’m just wondering… who exactly is this Porsche?”
“Director Tang, you’re too kind,” Manager Wang replied with a laugh, “I really don’t know who this gentleman is. Perhaps the beautiful lady could enlighten us?”
Director Tang rolled her eyes at him, “What a stingy guy, with such a tall physique but doing things so conservatively.”
“I don’t have your broad heart,” Manager Wang glanced at the ample bosom in front of her and spoke merrily, “Yet, you won’t open up your heart either, beautiful lady.”
A soft cough rang out, and a fifty-something man in a Tang suit spoke up, “Alright, you two, we all have roughly the same information. Boss Shi seems quite mysterious, it’s better not to ask about things you’re not supposed to inquire.”
Just then, two tall and youthful beauties emerged from the hotel entrance, adding a rare scenic line to the view.
The two glanced left and right, whispered softly to each other, and then sat on the steps just to relax.
Soon after, a tall young man with yellow skin hurriedly approached them.
Spotting the group of yellow race people not far away, he nodded instinctively. On noticing the “Pickup for Porsche” sign, he hesitated slightly but then continued towards the two women.
Sofia was obviously not satisfied with the plots they had seen yesterday, “Boss, Avril contacted another friend to search for more plots.”
Feng Jun thought about mentioning that his people had also arrived, but on second thought, he realized he wasn’t sure about their influence in Australia. So instead, he smiled and answered, “Then let’s wait a bit and go together later.”
Just then, a voice sounded from behind him, “Excuse me, are you Mr. Porsche?”
Feng Jun turned around to see a young man. He slightly nodded, “That’s me, and you are…”
The young man quickly waved his hand towards the group and respectfully replied, “Someone found Elder Lin, wanting you to be well received.”
Seeing the main character appear, the group quickly approached him.
“Hello everyone, I am Porsche,” Feng Jun cupped his hands, saving time from shaking hands individually, “Thank you all for your efforts. This time I want to ask for your help in finding a piece of land for these two ladies, not too big, maybe three to five hundred acres, away from bustling areas…”
After stating his conditions, Manager Wang chuckled and asked, “What’s this land to be used for?”
Feng Jun hesitated briefly but answered, “Something like a shrine, but it’s hard to explain right now.”
The elder in the Tang suit couldn’t help but laugh, “Boss Shi, a shrine… do foreigners engage in this? I rather think you should say it’s for building a castle; at least it sounds more plausible. By the way, I’m Lin Zhenxi; you can call me Elder Lin, the fourth.”
“So, you’re a senior from the Hongmen Sect,” Feng Jun cupped his hands and responded with a grin, “Unfortunately, the purpose really can’t be explained clearly.”
While they conversed in hushed tones in Chinese, Avril bit Sofia’s ear, “So many people, all in lavish cars, treating him so generously. Sofia, you’ve really hit the jackpot…”
(That’s where the update calls for monthly tickets.)