Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list

Chapter 1185: Chapter 1182

The two little princesses really were beauties in the making.

When they grew up, they were definitely going to be top-tier Spanish beauties.

The Queen looked at her two daughters’ excitement and could only arrange for Delsen to take care of security.

Fortunately, the Spanish Royal Family was generally quite close to the people and often appeared among the public. Although the two daughters carried Royal Family status at school, they usually didn’t attract big crowds, so the security pressure was relatively low.

But in fact, they really didn’t need to worry at all.

Luofeng’s travel security was even higher than that of their Royal Family.

....

They soon arrived at the Asia-Pacific Night Market, and sure enough, there were loads of Asian-style snacks here.

There were not only Sakura-style sushi shops and fry shops, but also kimchi-style grilled cold noodles and stir-fried rice cakes and so on.

Luofeng even saw A-san flying pancakes.

But no matter how Luofeng looked at it, the owner of this flying pancake shop seemed to be a Daxia People, not any A-san.

So, Daxia People had successfully stolen A-san’s business?

Luofeng and the King were walking side by side in front when the King asked, "Mr. Luo, what do you think of our Asia-Pacific Night Market here?"

"It’s really good!" Luofeng said.

Luofeng honestly hadn’t expected that over here in Spain there would actually be an Asian food street.

Of course, the mainstream was naturally more Daxia style.

After all, the biggest country in Asia was Daxia.

For example, Hot Pot skewers, barbecue shops, roast duck and so on—aren’t they all Daxia style?

Although he didn’t know whether the taste was authentic, the prices looked very delightful.

That "delightful" part was for the merchants, not the customers.

Take roast duck, for example. In Daxia, the cheapest roast duck costs a bit over thirty yuan a bird, right?

But here, the price of roast duck actually went up to 400 yuan a bird.

Faced with this price, Luofeng didn’t even know how to comment.

The key thing was, the roast duck here was baked in an electric oven.

It completely lost the essence of charcoal roasting.

Luofeng figured that these kinds of Daxia snack shops were probably only aimed at Spanish people.

Anyway, there was absolutely no way he was going to eat there.

"Mr. Luo, look, isn’t that over there your Capital City bittern flapjack?" Leonore pointed at a stall ahead and asked.

Luofeng had just been about to answer when he sensed a faint trace of danger.

The Danger Prediction Card had sounded the alert.

Through the prompts of the Danger Prediction Card, Luofeng knew that this time the danger wasn’t aimed at him, but at their Royal Family.

So, as expected of the Royal Family—no matter where they went, the danger level was always so high?

Luofeng thought to himself, could it be some criminals? Trying to threaten Royal Family members?

If that really was the case...

Luofeng’s lips curled into a smile; then it’d be time for a hero saving the beauty moment.

Because Zhongyi Tang had bought a batch of advanced equipment from Tsarist Russia, ordinary criminals were no match at all.

Although Luofeng’s Fengshun Investment had repeatedly failed in its cooperation with Tsarist Russia, Zhongyi Tang’s cooperation with Tsarist Russia, on the other hand, had been smooth sailing.

Tsarist Russia liked Zhongyi Tang better: cash in one hand, goods in the other, everyone settled up cleanly.

As for cooperating with Fengshun Investment?

Tsarist Russia felt Fengshun Investment was too crafty and would be up to no good.

After all, Fengshun Investment’s reputation really was a bit...

Fine, the main thing was they’d screwed over a lot of companies internationally.

But basically they were all foreign ones.

"That really is a bittern flapjack shop!" Luofeng said.

"I want to try it!" Leonore said.

Luofeng refused, "Your mom doesn’t allow it!"

Leonore showed a helplessly angry expression. As a member of the Royal Family, for safety reasons she was forbidden to eat outside food, to avoid food poisoning.

Looking at the disappointed Leonore, Luofeng added, "If you really want to eat it, I can help you out!"

"Huh?" Leonore looked at Luofeng in confusion.

Luofeng walked straight toward the bittern flapjack shop; the King and The Queen also noticed what he was doing.

But they glanced at Leonore, confirmed their daughter hadn’t followed, and made no move.

At the door of the bittern flapjack shop, Luofeng spoke to the other party in Mandarin.

The guy was probably a genuine Capital City native.

Because the Mandarin he spoke had a Capital City accent mixed in.

"Bro, looks like you’re not a real Capital City guy, right?" the bittern flapjack shop owner said.

Luofeng nodded. "Yeah, I’m from Shanghai!"

"Capital City’s actually not that great, the pressure’s too much—especially the pressure of buying a house!" The bittern flapjack owner started to Make complaints. "I just felt the pressure in Capital City was too big, so I simply left Capital City and came to Madrid."

Luofeng casually asked, "How’s the environment over here?"

"Aside from security being a bit worse, there aren’t many other problems. I’m not planning to settle down here anyway. Once I’ve made enough money, I’ll go back to Capital City!" the owner said.

Luofeng was curious. "Is making money here really that easy?"

"For the locals, making money is still very hard. But for foreigners, it’s actually pretty easy. Take bittern flapjack for example: over in Capital City it’s usually between 25 and 40 yuan, but here it’s 30 euros a serving." The bittern flapjack owner said.

A single serving of bittern flapjack actually cost thirty euros?

At the current exchange rate, that was more than 230 yuan, right?

This price was just toxic.

Even if the per capita annual income in Madrid was over 20,000 euros.

Average income would still be pulled up by high earners, so the median income was probably lower.

In that case, selling it at thirty euros a serving—could they really move any?

With this doubt in mind, Luofeng asked the owner.

The owner replied straightforwardly, "Our main customers are Daxia customers in Madrid, followed by tourists from other countries. Local customers are very few."

So that’s how it was.

Luofeng understood what he meant.

A moment later, a serving of bittern flapjack was ready. Luofeng paid thirty euros.

The other party didn’t give him any discount just because they were compatriots.

After all, people like Luofeng were exactly his main customer group, so why should he give a discount?

Besides, those who could come travel here basically didn’t lack money at home.

Carrying the bittern flapjack, Luofeng walked over to Leonore, tasting it as he walked.

To his relief, this bittern flapjack was actually very authentic.

It had the genuine old Capital City flavor.

Whether it was the intestines or the pig lungs, everything had been handled very well with no off smell at all.

That counted as some kind of comfort, at least.

When Luofeng came over with the bittern flapjack, the little princess stared at him with big, expectant eyes, while the King and The Queen looked at him in surprise.

They were very clear about Luofeng’s wealth.

But someone that rich was actually eating at a roadside stall like this?

And what’s more, was Luofeng really so lax about his personal safety?

Wasn’t he afraid of getting poisoned by roadside stall food?

If Luofeng knew what they were thinking, he could only smile slightly to himself. Bro’s got a cheat, what’s there to be afraid of?

The Danger Prediction Card could tell him whether the food had any problems.

If he didn’t have the Danger Prediction Card, actually Luofeng wouldn’t be eating at roadside stalls either.

It wasn’t that roadside stalls were low-class, it was exactly what they were worried about—afraid something might be wrong.

Under the King and The Queen’s astonished gaze, Luofeng used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of intestine and handed it to Leonore—and the key thing was, she didn’t refuse.

According to Royal Family court etiquette, the little princess should refuse outside food, let alone being fed by a boy.

This was basically a negative example of court etiquette.

This situation left the King and The Queen staring speechlessly at each other.

The atmosphere instantly turned awkward...

[Begging for monthly tickets, begging for recommendation tickets, if you have any monthly tickets on hand please send me some, thanks, bowing to all the bosses here. Your recommendation tickets refresh every day; if you don’t use them they go to waste, so you can just vote for the author...]