Qiao Yuanfan felt that the clues had been completely cut off by now, and no one knew where "Shefenin Beach" was coming.

Maybe there is?

That mysterious windbreaker?

But who is he?

Diana didn't know.

Her father is dead, too.

This made Qiao Yuanfan feel a little troubled.

There is another question, what exactly does Dwayne want to do with “Shefenningen Beach”?

What secrets are hidden in this?

A lot of mysteries are waiting to be solved.

But Qiao Yuanfan had no clue at this point.

The phone rang.

Omcha took the phone and listened for a while, his expression changed slightly: "Okay, I understand."

When he hung up the phone, he said to Qiao Yuanfan: "Mr. Qiao, someone asked you to meet under the fountain statue in the city park."

"Who is it?"

“He didn’t say it, but he mentioned ‘Shefenin Beach’.”

Qiao Yuanfan's eyebrows thumped.

"Shaveningen Beach"?

I was looking for the whereabouts of this painting, but did I actually mention it by phone?

"Are you going?"

"Of course, people are always curious, so many people know that there is a trap ahead, but they still jump without hesitation, and I am no exception."

"Then I'll make some arrangements now."

...

City Parks in London have always been a very interesting place.

Here you engrave the old people who are playing chess there, and you can see fashionable young people dancing street dance there.

Qiao Yuanfan felt that he could be summarized into the ranks of the elderly.

Those who were reading newspapers there, and those who stood in front of the hot dog stall were all arranged by Omcha.

If any danger occurs, dozens of muzzles will appear at the same time.

But Qiao Yuanfan didn't think there would be any danger here.

When he came to the statue of Fountain Square, he recognized the person he wanted to see.

Why?

Because a man in a beige windbreaker was standing there.

Trench coat man!

The windbreaker that Diana mentioned immediately appeared in Qiao Yuanfan's mind.

"Mr. Qiao."

When he saw Qiao Yuanfan appear, the windbreaker immediately greeted him politely: "I am Makis."

"Hello, Mr. Markis." Qiao Yuanfan smiled: "Are you going to discuss Falke with me or discuss 'Shefenin Beach'."

"No, I'm not going to discuss both, because I don't have such qualifications yet."

"qualifications?"

"Yes, I'm just a melody, the person you really want to meet is waiting for you."

"So, take me there."

"Okay, Mr. Joe."

Markis took Qiao Yuanfan to the other side of the park.

Qiao Yuanfan was not worried at all.

Because there are his people everywhere here.

However, he soon discovered that there were also many people who did not belong to this park on the way he passed.

Not belonging.

Qiao Yuanfan was sure that he had not used the wrong word.

For example, the person who is repairing a bicycle.

The bag beside him must have weapons.

There were also those two guys in a well-inspired suit, who seemed to be discussing finance there, but their eyes were always vigilantly observing the movements around them.

Like their bodyguards, they are also protecting someone.

Some big shot.

"Mr. Qiao, we are here. Please wait a moment. He is playing chess."

When Qiao Yuanfan saw the person playing chess, he smiled.

No one is more familiar with each other than him.

Mr. Hartman.

That's right, it's Mr. Hartman.

Qiao Yuanfan also knew the person who played chess with him.

That was a chess master.

It is completely unimaginable that Mr. Hartman would play chess with a chess master here.

It was obvious that Mr. Hartman was at a disadvantage, and he held his chin and took the exam there.

"You lost."

The chess master said calmly: "No matter where you take, you lose. However, you have made great progress this time than the last time we met."

Mr. Hartman sighed a long time, very unwilling to accept it.

"Your level is already very good among amateur chess players." The chess master stood up: "Okay, I'm going to catch a plane. Let's meet again at this time next year."

"Look, Joe, I'm always killed by him and thrown away my armor." Mr. Hartman had long seen Qiao Yuanfan coming.

"You have been playing chess here?" Qiao Yuanfan asked.

"Once every year, it's here." Mr. Hartman asked his men to put away the chess: "Because there is an amateur chess competition in London every year, I will sign up for it. Last year, I was lucky enough to enter the quarterfinals."

“Very good results.”

"With my qualifications, I can't reach the final." Mr. Hartman sighed again: "I have read in the book, some super geniuses, no matter what they learn or what industry they are in, as long as they are willing, they can always achieve amazing achievements. Unfortunately, I am not such a person."

Qiao Yuanfan shrugged: "How many super talents are there like this?"

Mr. Hartman did not mention "Shefenningen Beach", and Qiao Yuanfan did not ask about it on his own initiative.

"I like it here." Mr. Hartman said of the city park: "Look, the people here are carefree. Even if you encounter greater pressure in life, as long as you can come here, all your worries will be forgotten. Have you seen those old people? This is their paradise. They come here very early and will stay until very late before returning."

"This is more prominent in my country." Qiao Yuanfan smiled and said, "The elderly will practice Tai Chi in the park in the early morning and drink tea. At noon, they will eat some simple things, then play cards and chess. They will stay until three or four in the afternoon, then leave, and go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables to prepare supper for the children who are about to arrive."

"What a wonderful life." Mr. Hartman sighed: "When we were thinking about how I F O or the Diamond Alliance could dominate the entire world, they were just these small things, so they lived happier than us."

"We also want to live such a life, but we can't do it." Qiao Yuanfan felt very much: "I remember there was a saying that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility."

"Your children will live this kind of life sooner or later."

Of course, Qiao Yuanfan’s child is Lei Huanxi.

To be honest, Qiao Yuanfan only wants his children to be happy all their lives.

Rights and wealth will bring people to another life.

But now his child has no way to look back.

“There’s a lot of things that have been triggered by ‘Shefenin Beach’.” Mr. Hartman finally said the painting: “Let’s talk about it now.”
Chapter completed!