Sydney, Australia.
Xiao San sat in a luxury sky residence.
The living room floor was covered with a Louis XV Savonnerie carpet. This carpet had appeared at a Christie's auction in 2000 and had been anonymously purchased for 31 million yuan. Now, it lay quietly on the floor.
Red basket charcoal burned in the suspended fireplace beside it. The room was very warm, yet not a trace of smoke or dust drifted out.
During the Qing dynasty, this red basket charcoal had been reserved exclusively for the royal family. In winter, even an imperial consort could only use fifteen jin of it. No matter how much she wanted, there was no more to be had.
Xiao San sighed. "What a waste of money. Wouldn't underfloor heating be better? Back home in the north, when the central heating comes on in winter, we wear shorts and T-shirts and walk on warm floors. Our feet stay toasty, and it's cheaper too."
The family member beside him snickered. "This is called style. They're literally burning money."
Xiao San turned to look at the somewhat portly middle-aged man before him, then said to the family member beside him, "Looks like we found a big fish this time. The comparison results say he's very important, but how are we supposed to convince him to come with us? He doesn't seem short on money either. Other people came along for a hundred thousand, but he probably won't think much of that..."
Nearby, the Australian tycoon's bodyguards lay sprawled all over the floor. The only one who had made a move was Xiao San.
The outlaw Cockroach San had not personally fought in a long time. The cockroach Xiao Jin at his side was enough to handle most combat missions for him.
At present, it would not