Tang Sen: "Mr. Lin, I will lead the way."
Lin Can: "Okay."
Tang Sen returned to the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz. The driver drove in front to lead the way, and Lin Can followed in the Navigator.
"No, what's the origin of your little assistant?" Lin Miaomiao looked at the Mercedes-Benz in front of her and was very confused. Lin Miaomiao mainly moved in the circle of wealthy people in Europe and the United States, and knew many rich wives and European aristocrats. However, Europe is full of kings, titles, nobles, etc., and she may not know every country. It is reasonable to say so.
Moreover, Lin Miaomiao had attended Tiffany's father's coronation ceremony more than ten years ago and met Tiffany, but there were so many people there, so who would pay attention to it? It had nothing to do with her.
Moreover, this man is a wealthy man, Tiffany's uncle, and he is French. Perhaps he got the title later. After all, in Europe, the most enthusiastic thing for rich people is not only to make money, but more to get a title and become a noble to improve their status.
Chu Qingning: "We have all met Tiffany. Although we didn't talk much, I can't figure it out... The friend is Roy. He seems to be a rich second-generation European. And the fact that this uncle can find us easily shows that he has a lot of influence in Paris."
It was easy to find the person. Roy had seen the car and remembered the license plate, and Tang Sen had connections so it was easy to find him.
Chu Qingning hesitated for a moment and continued, "To be honest, if I had this kind of family background, I wouldn't be able to go to work. Even if I did, I would work in a field I enjoy. Besides, I don't think most people would be willing to leave their hometown and go to a foreign country. Especially since I come from such a wealthy family, it's even more impossible."
Qiao Meina thought for a moment and asked, "Is there something you can't tell me?"
Lin Can said: "I haven't asked much about Tiffany's private affairs."
Ayire: "You don't ask about this, do you know exactly what cup size she has?"
Lin Can smiled and said, "These are two different things. Can you please not mention that?"
Ayire: "Humph, promise me that you won't remember other women's cup sizes in the future, okay?"
Lin Can: "Okay, okay, I only remember that your Ayire is 85b."
Ayire: "Ah!!! You're annoying!"
Lin Can smiled, thought about it, and decided to call Tiffany to find out.
Beep, beep, beep...
Connected.
"Hello, boss."
"Tiffany, I met your uncle."
"My uncle, how did you meet him?"
"He came to us and said he would treat us to a meal to thank us."
"Ah!!! He didn't say anything?"
"Why are you so excited? What can he say?"
"No, nothing... Could you please not go?"
"I've already agreed, it's hard to refuse. Why are you so nervous?"
"Ah... nothing."
"You don't like your uncle, do you? If there's any conflict, I can choose not to go."
"There's no contradiction. I love my uncle very much. He's the best to me. Go ahead. If he asks me how I'm doing in China, just tell him I'm doing well and enjoying myself."
"Lebusidan?"
"Yeah, Dan from Denmark."
"Okay, okay. By the way, what does your family do? They look very rich."
"How can I have money? If I had money, I wouldn't come to work. I'm not a cheapskate. It's my uncle who is rich. My mom had a hard life and married my dad. My dad has no money and no status. He cares about face and doesn't want my uncle to support him. It's my relative who is rich. Our family is very ordinary."
"Oh... okay, I'll hang up first."
"Wait, underwear, remember to buy it for me."
"Okay, okay."
Lin Can died of laughter.
After hanging up the phone, Chu Qingning said, "So that's how it is. My uncle is rich."
This reason makes sense.
After all, many relatives are rich, some are millionaires and some are billionaires, while many of them are poor in their own families.
…
In the Mercedes-Benz.
Tang Sen was making a video call to his sister Catherine. Tiffany was a princess, so her mother Catherine was naturally the queen.
A beautiful royal lady with blonde hair and blue eyes sat in a yard and told her brother Tang Sen what had happened while sitting on the iPad.
"...Mr. Lin is a handsome man, and his height is just okay, about average."
Danes are very tall. You can find people 1.9 meters or 2 meters tall on the streets. 1.8 meters is not considered tall to them. There is a prince in Denmark who is 183 cm tall and is called the "Shorty Prince". It's true.
"Lin Can is 183cm tall, which is a good height. Is he actually handsome?"
"He's handsome, with three-dimensional features. He's as handsome as a Chinese actor I used to know, John Lone, when he was young. With those features, Mr. Lin should be very popular with girls in Europe."
"Oh? He's as handsome as Zun Long?"
Katherine's eyes lit up. She had once been fortunate enough to witness John Lone at an event in Hollywood. Katherine still remembered his uninhibited smile vividly and became his fan. She didn't expect her daughter also liked him. She was indeed as tasteful as her mother.
"I heard he's very rich. Besides, is he a Chinese noble? What about his bloodline?"
Catherine asked.
Nobility? Bloodline?
Rosen was ashamed.
He can speak Chinese and likes Chinese culture, so after learning about it, he found out that the European titles were all passed down from China and used by Europeans.
According to international practice, bloodline and nobility all start with surnames. Surnames only appeared in Europe in the Middle Ages, but China had surnames 5,000 years ago.
"Uh...sister, you probably don't understand China. Chinese people don't care about bloodline or noble status."
"Then there is no nobility or bloodline."
"It's not that there aren't any, it's because..." Rosen hesitated, "Because the Chinese only look at their pedigree when choosing pets like cats and dogs. As for aristocratic status, over the past 5,000 years, every Chinese person alive today has had a family that didn't have several emperors, princes, and nobles."
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