In summer, the Mediterranean Sea was hot and dry under the influence of the subtropical high.
Beneath blue skies and white clouds, with the sea breeze sighing softly, Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi walked hand in hand along the Aegean coast, admiring the domed, cross-topped buildings in view while watching local people perform by the roadside.
He had previously taken Lin Wan abroad on a trip alone. As Lu · Master of Equal Treatment · Zheng, of course he also had to take his other wives on solo trips.
As it happened, Liu Qingyan was busy with work, and Peach Blossom Shrine also had some affairs to handle. So Lu Zheng brought Si Lingxi to Europe for a little sightseeing tour.
By sheer coincidence, quite a few of the puppet masters behind those telecom fraud operations lived in European countries, enjoying life.
The beautiful Aegean coast, fashionable Milan, the glittering den of vice that was Monaco—naturally, Western Europe's great London and great Paris could not be left out either.
Those people were idling away their days in luxury, and Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi were in no rush. They planned to take a leisurely tour around Europe, visiting all those places before heading to their final destination.
Vienna, known as the world's music capital.
Of course, that was a title defined by the Western world.
How should he put it? To speak objectively, in modern times, the great leap in productivity had indeed put the West ahead of the world, giving rise to a large number of people freed from labor who could devote themselves to artistic creation.
With such a vast foundation, a certain number of masterpieces naturally emerged as well.
And when those masterpieces were concentrated in Vienna, calling it the world's music capital might have been a