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This answer made Su Man stop asking questions and simply stand quietly beside Shen Fei.

A cool sea breeze blew, and Shen Fei took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Let's go back inside, it's cold outside."

The next day, the sun shone brightly.

Inside the restaurant, a sumptuous breakfast was laid out on a long table.

When Shen Fei and Su Man walked in, James, Pete, Zhang Xin and the others stopped what they were doing.

All eyes were on Shen Fei, their gazes filled with a mixture of emotions.

Good morning, boss.

Pete was the first to grin, his smile particularly broad.

"morning."

Shen Fei pulled out a chair and sat down.

James poured him some black tea and then reported:

"Sir, we just received a reply from Mr. Bellini's studio. He has accepted your invitation and will be flying from Rome to San John's tomorrow."

He paused, then added:

"Furthermore, Bellini said he wanted to personally meet the monarch of the Atlantic."

The restaurant fell silent as soon as the name was uttered.

Zhang Xin pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses fixed on Shen Fei.

Pete, on the other hand, was flushed with excitement.

"very good."

Shen Fei didn't react much. He picked up a slice of toast and said, "After he arrives, he'll have Kyle in charge of security. Don't let anyone disturb us except for us."

He took a bite of his toast and turned to Su Man:

"The design of the rescue center is done, but we still need people to operate it. The weather's nice today, I'll take you for a look around the city."

Half an hour later, a black Bentley Bentayga drove away from the estate.

As the car entered downtown St. John's, the Victorian-style houses outside the window rushed past.

Shen Fei did not stop at the tourist attractions, but drove directly to the bustling commercial district and parked in front of a department store.

"We're just...shopping?"

Su Man was somewhat puzzled.

"It's an interview."

Shen Fei unbuckled his seatbelt, smiled, and said, "Find a CEO with enough influence in St. John's for our rescue center."

Su Man was even more puzzled.

What kind of interviews are conducted in department stores?

Shen Fei didn't explain. He took her directly to the men's clothing department, picked out a fitted midnight blue suit for himself, and a simple champagne-colored long dress for Su Man.

As Su Man swiped her card, she looked at the numbers on the bill and couldn't help but ask:

"What kind of interview requires you to dress like this?"

"A very special interview."

Shen Fei picked up his phone and dialed James's number.

"I need to go to the Navigators' Club and get my identity sorted out."

"Also, send me the information on ten influential members of the club."

"I want them to come and apply for the job tonight."

As night falls, the lights are on.

The Bentley stopped in front of an unassuming Edwardian building on Water Street.

There was only a doorman in a black suit at the entrance, and no sign was displayed.

Shen Fei opened the car door for Su Man. He was wearing a midnight blue suit, while Su Man wore a champagne-colored long dress. The two of them stood together and were quite eye-catching.

"Excuse me, this is a private club."

The doorman reached out and stopped them.

Shen Fei didn't say anything, but took out his phone. On the screen was a membership number that James had just sent.

The doorman checked the terminal, and his cold expression vanished instantly. He then bowed deeply.

"Welcome, Mr. Anderson."

Anderson is the owner of a large local fishing company.

James used a little trick to temporarily use his membership.

Stepping into the club, you'll find it has a very large space.

Beneath the enormous crystal chandelier was a hall covered with a red velvet carpet, and the air was filled with the aroma of cigars and aged whiskey.

The guests, in twos and threes, were all dressed very elegantly and chatting quietly.

Shen Fei led Su Man to sit down at the bar.

"A bottle of Royal Salute, 38 years old."

Shen Fei said to the bartender.

As soon as he said that, several pairs of eyes immediately turned to him.

This wine is expensive and has a lot of hype, so it is often seen as the choice of the nouveau riche.

When the wine was served, Shen Fei poured a glass for Su Man and one for himself.

The amber-colored liquor shimmered under the light.

"I used to be in first class and I heard passengers talk about this wine, calling it the jewel of Scotland."

Su Man said softly, "Your profile looks beautiful under the light."

Shen Fei looked at her, about to speak, when a voice rang out.

"Hey, isn't this the Stone Year? Bro, you've got too much money to burn, using this touristy gimmick to show off?"

A young man in his late twenties walked over with a wine glass in his hand. He was wearing a flashy Versace shirt and his hair was slicked back. He was Brian, the son of a local real estate developer.

He took a liking to Su Man at first sight, and regarded Shen Fei, who was beside her, as a ignorant bumpkin.

Shen Fei glanced at him but ignored him.

Brian, annoyed at being ignored, turned to Su Man and flashed what he considered a charming smile:

"Hey beautiful, what's the point of talking to this country bumpkin? My name is Brian, and we just opened a good bottle of something at that booth over there. Would you do me the honor of grabbing a drink?"

Su Man frowned and moved closer to Shen Fei.

Shen Fei finally put down his wine glass, looked at Brian, and said calmly:

"She is not alone."

"Tourists from Asia?"

Brian scoffed, "Do you know where you are? This isn't a place for you. Take your girl and get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Fei laughed instead.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"it's me."

Shen Fei only said two words before hanging up the phone.

Brian laughed even more wildly as he watched him feign mystery.

"What? Calling in reinforcements? In St. John's territory, I'd like to see who you can call in!"

Less than a minute.

A manager in a tuxedo with gray hair rushed down from the second floor.

His face was covered in sweat as he rushed straight to the bar.

Brian, thinking they were there to back him up, said smugly:

"Manager, a tourist from who-knows-where has snuck in. Tell him..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The manager didn't even glance at him, but bowed deeply to Shen Fei at a ninety-degree angle, his voice trembling:

"Mr. Shen! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you would be coming today. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality!"

This scene silenced the entire club.

Brian's smile froze on his face, his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Mr. Shen?

Which Mr. Shen?

Shen Fei picked up his wine glass, swirled it gently, and said to the manager:

"It's nothing, it's just that some people think it's too noisy here."

The manager's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He whirled around and roared at Brian, who was still standing there in a daze:

"Brian Doyle! You idiot! Apologize to Mr. Shen right now! And get out of here! Your membership is permanently revoked!"

Brian then realized that his father had mentioned a name at the dinner table a few days earlier—the mysterious Chinese tycoon who had bought up vast tracts of land and sea outside the city and whose influence even led major Japanese companies to submit.

He was actually...

Brian's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

The manager immediately called two security guards, who dragged him out.

Inside the club, everyone stared at the young man by the bar with shock and curiosity.

Shen Fei acted as if he had done something insignificant.

He turned his head, looked at Su Man beside him again, and raised his glass with a smile.

"Sorry to interrupt you."