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Chapter 708
chapter 0304 part 1
Chapter 303: Return
Spotless, crisp tablecloths, pure silver cutlery, exquisite bone china plates and tea cups, dim, atmospheric lighting.
In the corner of the room, a female pianist played a melody as light as flowing water on an antique piano said to be a hundred years old.
Tony Stark cut his steak with a knife and fork, watching the beautiful female pianist with an appreciative gaze.
The female pianist was young and beautiful, and her white dress was also beautiful.
Judging by her age, she seemed quite young, likely a student from a music academy working part-time, Tony Stark silently mused.
As an old hand in the dating scene, Tony Stark had extensive experience in pursuing women.
After learning from Frank that Tang Song had a new love interest, Tony, the formerly reformed playboy, felt a certain itch of restlessness.
But now, business was more important!
Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window glass, which had become slightly foggy with age, at the bustling Piazza San Marco across the street, Tony Stark sighed.
This was Paris, France. He was waiting for someone!
A black car drove down the road to the Outdoor Parking Lot not far away. The car door opened, and a sturdy Labrador Retriever joyfully ran out, following a green baseball.
Amidst the "Woof woof" of dog barks, a bald Middle-aged Man emerged from the car. He slowly and meticulously locked the car door, pulling the handle firmly.
The excited Big Dog ran back, holding the baseball in its mouth. Its front paws rested on the Middle-aged Man's shoulder, and its big head rubbed against his bald head.
Tony Stark saw the arrival from afar through the glass. He didn't go out immediately.
Instead, he carefully looked around, confirming there were no unwelcome people, neither in the Restaurant nor on the street. Through J.A.R.V.I.S.'s data comparison, he confirmed that everyone nearby was an Ordinary Person.
"Uh, J.A.R.V.I.S., am I being a bit too paranoid?" Tony laughed self-deprecatingly. "But it's always better to be cautious, right?"
Raising a hand, Tony Stark snapped his fingers, summoning a Waiter from the Restaurant. He pulled out a few US dollars to pay the bill, and he also gave the beautiful female pianist an extra tip. Of course, he didn't hesitate to write his contact information on the tip money.
Before pushing open the Restaurant door, Tony Stark looked back and met the female pianist's sweet smile.
Tony pushed the door open and walked out. Looking at the pleasant sun overhead, he had a premonition that he would have a nice holiday tonight.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., book me a Room at the Prince de Galles Hotel. I believe I'm a member there!"
"Sir, before that, you will need to apply for a visa to France!"
"Visa?!" Tony Stark slapped his forehead, a look of sudden realization on his face. "You didn't remind me, I almost forgot. Does this count as illegal smuggling?"
It certainly was illegal smuggling. Tony Stark had flown directly from Detroit to Paris in his Iron Suit, completely bypassing customs and visas.
"How long will it take to get a visa?"
"If we use the special procedure, it will take three minutes!"
"Then use the special procedure. Get it done in three minutes!" Tony Stark snapped his fingers. The so-called special procedure involved using J.A.R.V.I.S.'s ability to hack into the French visa system and add a visa entry.
Tony Stark wasn't too strict with himself regarding such minor crimes.
Tony Stark walked into the park with his hands in his clothes pockets, following the bald Middle-aged Man walking his dog.
The joyful Labrador Retriever bounced and scurried around. It was a very lecherous Big Dog, constantly circling the few young mothers pushing strollers in the park, seemingly intentionally.
The Middle-aged Man, carrying a paper bag, loudly called out, "Whoa, Bobby, go play by yourself, don't scare people! Hey, good Bobby, obedient Bobby, go on, go play by yourself!"
The Big Dog barked happily a few times, wagging its tail furiously, and ran towards a Blonde woman sitting on a bench in the sun, pushing a baby stroller, dozens of meters away.
The Middle-aged Man laughed heartily. "You little rascal, hehe, little rascal!"
Carrying the bag, he walked to the small Fountain Plaza in the center of the park. The Middle-aged Man sat on the fountain's guardrail. He opened the paper bag, took out a piece of bread, crumbled it forcefully, and threw it on the ground.
A large flock of doves descended from the sky. They pecked softly and cooed, gathering around the Middle-aged Man, scrambling for the bread crumbs.
Tony Stark glanced around and slowly walked towards the bald Middle-aged Man.
The small park was close to Piazza San Marco, and many people fed the doves, so these doves weren't afraid of people.
The bolder ones even flew into the bald Middle-aged Man's Palm to peck at the bread crumbs.
"Director Rox, hello?" Tony Stark walked up to the Middle-aged Man, sat down on the other end of the bench, and turned to greet him.
The Middle-aged Man carefully sized up Tony Stark. Perhaps because of the virtual fake face on Tony Stark's face, the Middle-aged Man was sure he had never seen this guy before.
But he wasn't really here to feed the doves.
He rubbed his smooth, bald head, and his sparse eyebrows twitched. "Mr. Qia Li?"
"That's me!" Tony Stark heard the fake name J.A.R.V.I.S. had created, nodded, and confirmed.
The Middle-aged Man took a cigarette pack from his pocket, flicked the bottom of the pack, pulled out a filtered cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took out a lighter to light it.
"Have one!?" The Middle-aged Man offered the cigarette pack to Tony Stark. Tony waved his hand, not taking one.
"You're interested in the counterfeit currency case? You're even willing to spend five hundred thousand US dollars on the Dark Web for intelligence. Can you tell me why? Are you involved in the counterfeit money case?"
Chapter 303: Return
Spotless, crisp tablecloths, pure silver cutlery, exquisite bone china plates and tea cups, dim, atmospheric lighting.
In the corner of the room, a female pianist played a melody as light as flowing water on an antique piano said to be a hundred years old.
Tony Stark cut his steak with a knife and fork, watching the beautiful female pianist with an appreciative gaze.
The female pianist was young and beautiful, and her white dress was also beautiful.
Judging by her age, she seemed quite young, likely a student from a music academy working part-time, Tony Stark silently mused.
As an old hand in the dating scene, Tony Stark had extensive experience in pursuing women.
After learning from Frank that Tang Song had a new love interest, Tony, the formerly reformed playboy, felt a certain itch of restlessness.
But now, business was more important!
Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window glass, which had become slightly foggy with age, at the bustling Piazza San Marco across the street, Tony Stark sighed.
This was Paris, France. He was waiting for someone!
A black car drove down the road to the Outdoor Parking Lot not far away. The car door opened, and a sturdy Labrador Retriever joyfully ran out, following a green baseball.
Amidst the "Woof woof" of dog barks, a bald Middle-aged Man emerged from the car. He slowly and meticulously locked the car door, pulling the handle firmly.
The excited Big Dog ran back, holding the baseball in its mouth. Its front paws rested on the Middle-aged Man's shoulder, and its big head rubbed against his bald head.
Tony Stark saw the arrival from afar through the glass. He didn't go out immediately.
Instead, he carefully looked around, confirming there were no unwelcome people, neither in the Restaurant nor on the street. Through J.A.R.V.I.S.'s data comparison, he confirmed that everyone nearby was an Ordinary Person.
"Uh, J.A.R.V.I.S., am I being a bit too paranoid?" Tony laughed self-deprecatingly. "But it's always better to be cautious, right?"
Raising a hand, Tony Stark snapped his fingers, summoning a Waiter from the Restaurant. He pulled out a few US dollars to pay the bill, and he also gave the beautiful female pianist an extra tip. Of course, he didn't hesitate to write his contact information on the tip money.
Before pushing open the Restaurant door, Tony Stark looked back and met the female pianist's sweet smile.
Tony pushed the door open and walked out. Looking at the pleasant sun overhead, he had a premonition that he would have a nice holiday tonight.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., book me a Room at the Prince de Galles Hotel. I believe I'm a member there!"
"Sir, before that, you will need to apply for a visa to France!"
"Visa?!" Tony Stark slapped his forehead, a look of sudden realization on his face. "You didn't remind me, I almost forgot. Does this count as illegal smuggling?"
It certainly was illegal smuggling. Tony Stark had flown directly from Detroit to Paris in his Iron Suit, completely bypassing customs and visas.
"How long will it take to get a visa?"
"If we use the special procedure, it will take three minutes!"
"Then use the special procedure. Get it done in three minutes!" Tony Stark snapped his fingers. The so-called special procedure involved using J.A.R.V.I.S.'s ability to hack into the French visa system and add a visa entry.
Tony Stark wasn't too strict with himself regarding such minor crimes.
Tony Stark walked into the park with his hands in his clothes pockets, following the bald Middle-aged Man walking his dog.
The joyful Labrador Retriever bounced and scurried around. It was a very lecherous Big Dog, constantly circling the few young mothers pushing strollers in the park, seemingly intentionally.
The Middle-aged Man, carrying a paper bag, loudly called out, "Whoa, Bobby, go play by yourself, don't scare people! Hey, good Bobby, obedient Bobby, go on, go play by yourself!"
The Big Dog barked happily a few times, wagging its tail furiously, and ran towards a Blonde woman sitting on a bench in the sun, pushing a baby stroller, dozens of meters away.
The Middle-aged Man laughed heartily. "You little rascal, hehe, little rascal!"
Carrying the bag, he walked to the small Fountain Plaza in the center of the park. The Middle-aged Man sat on the fountain's guardrail. He opened the paper bag, took out a piece of bread, crumbled it forcefully, and threw it on the ground.
A large flock of doves descended from the sky. They pecked softly and cooed, gathering around the Middle-aged Man, scrambling for the bread crumbs.
Tony Stark glanced around and slowly walked towards the bald Middle-aged Man.
The small park was close to Piazza San Marco, and many people fed the doves, so these doves weren't afraid of people.
The bolder ones even flew into the bald Middle-aged Man's Palm to peck at the bread crumbs.
"Director Rox, hello?" Tony Stark walked up to the Middle-aged Man, sat down on the other end of the bench, and turned to greet him.
The Middle-aged Man carefully sized up Tony Stark. Perhaps because of the virtual fake face on Tony Stark's face, the Middle-aged Man was sure he had never seen this guy before.
But he wasn't really here to feed the doves.
He rubbed his smooth, bald head, and his sparse eyebrows twitched. "Mr. Qia Li?"
"That's me!" Tony Stark heard the fake name J.A.R.V.I.S. had created, nodded, and confirmed.
The Middle-aged Man took a cigarette pack from his pocket, flicked the bottom of the pack, pulled out a filtered cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took out a lighter to light it.
"Have one!?" The Middle-aged Man offered the cigarette pack to Tony Stark. Tony waved his hand, not taking one.
"You're interested in the counterfeit currency case? You're even willing to spend five hundred thousand US dollars on the Dark Web for intelligence. Can you tell me why? Are you involved in the counterfeit money case?"
