Please make money.

The assistant persuaded, "This was brought back by the old king from his trip to Europe in the 1970s. After being disassembled, it can be worn as three kinds of jewelry: a necklace, a crown, and a forehead ornament. The Queen Mother obviously likes it very much and often wears it on important occasions."

Upon hearing this, Alia looked at the jewelry in the box again. At present, it was opened and looked like a halo-shaped crown.

And after picking it up, it closes together again, like a romantic tassel necklace.

But she doesn't like him, so naturally she doesn't like his jewelry even more. What grade does it have to make me use the same jewelry as her...

After politely declining for the third time, Alia and Anlele left the scene together. Rumlow scratched his chin and asked Alia why she didn't like such expensive jewelry.

He might not know what kind of jewelry that thing is, but even a fool could see the dazzling diamond fire - diamonds are a waste of money, but this level is not.

As a mercenary, he doesn't even know what he can get in exchange for this thing, or even an entire team may work hard just for such a box.

"Boss, why don't you like jewelry? Women all like that kind of stuff."

"Rumlow, do you like guns?"

"of course."

"But if a stranger on the street suddenly gave you a gun, would you accept it?"

"Oh...Okay, I think I understand. So should we do something? Maybe I should contact Black Bee-Tiger and renegotiate the defense plan?"

"No, you don't need to do anything, just be normal - what else do I have planned tonight?"

"A...world soprano tour concert." Rumlow looked at the schedule: "Do you want to cancel it?"

"Let's go back to the hotel and change our clothes. We still have to live our lives."

Alia looked back at the Grand Palace. The convoy made a circle and cautiously escorted her back to the hotel.

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……

In the Grand Palace, in the room of the Thousand-Year-Old Queen Mother.

A woman in black who wishes to remain anonymous, leaned against the window with her arms folded across her chest, looking at the river view outside.

"I've advised you not to meddle in other people's business, and you don't have feelings for him anymore, right? You're even willing to shed tears for your bodyguard lover instead of crying for him."

"...Is it her?"

"I don't know, but she's not someone you can keep."

"You were able to send King Rama IX before, why can't you send Dipangkorn now?"

"First, Rama IX himself is an extremely intelligent person. The only two failures in his life are you, the queen, and his uneducated son."

"..."

"Secondly, my master and King Rama IX were just partners back then, and there was no such thing as one sending the other up."

"But you only need one night to pull my son down - only one person!"

"That's not me." The woman in black sighed, "And I can't stop her. No one can stop her."

"If she doesn't accept my kindness, then I have nothing to lose."

"If you want to do something out of line, I can tell you that among all the relatives of the entire Siamese royal family, only your daughter Princess Sirindhorn will survive. The others will have to accompany your son. You can try it!"

After saying this, the woman in black grabbed the window frame at hand and twisted the sandalwood window frame into splintered wood chips with her bare hands. The terrifying force was enough to break anyone's bones.

"I mean, I don't have any more expensive jewelry."

The thousand-year-old Queen Mother, who was gray-haired, fat and no longer looked the same as she used to be, throated and maintained her final dignity.

"I'll go get the Golden Majesty diamond tomorrow. She should like it, right?"

The Golden Majesty Diamond, one of the largest diamonds in the world.

It even surpasses the Star of Africa cut out by Cullinan I on the scepter of Queen Elizabeth II.

The Star of Africa weighs 530.2 carats, while this symbol of wealth of the Siamese royal family weighs 545.67 carats.

This was the treasure that a wealthy group of Bangkok businessmen used to curry favor with King Rama IX on the 50th anniversary of his coronation.

It is also the eighth largest gem-quality diamond ever discovered, with an estimated value of more than US$12 million.

"…You try it, I won't guarantee anything."

The woman in black shook her head and turned to walk out.

"What do you want me to pay for? Money? Or power and status?"

The woman in black paused and glanced back at the other party: "My master helped you back then because King Rama IX did something right."

"what about now?"

"I'm not helping you now because there are some things you did wrong. As for what we need, we can get it ourselves. We don't need you to give it to us."

"..."

"I'm warning you one last time. Just because I said she's my junior doesn't mean she has any relationship with my master or me. Don't think of that. If you want to give her a gift, it's up to her if she wants to accept it. I won't accept your favor. If she accepts it, remember to send me the bill and I'll pay for her. Forget the Golden Majesty Diamond. Even if you pack up your entire Siamese royal family's assets, do you think I can afford it?"

"..."

279-Slow down!

The Queen Mother's gift did not affect Alia's mood.

I still say the same thing, if you guys are not familiar with each other, then don't bother making trouble.

Anlele saw fun and saw euthanasia - she also had no interest in jewelry, but she was a little interested in the Queen Mother.

"I heard that the other party is a figure of the same level as Mr. Buddha!"

"Come on, XX is dead, why bother with Karl Lagerfeld... go to the concert."

Ailia took out two tickets and said, "Professor Zhou, although he was a little too enthusiastic, he meant well."

Alia is a person who responds to soft words and not hard ones. If you persuade her in a nice way, she will have to return the favor no matter what.

What priceless treasure, what favor from the 1,000-year-old Queen Mother, what 10 billion investment in Aiduoduo - listen to the song! They gave me the tickets!

Lele scratched his head: "Concert? I have something else to do tonight, so why don't I just not go and take you there."

"Ask Ajing and Xiaoyu, or Mr. Lei, if anyone wants to go."

Alia did not restrict An Lele from doing anything, or rather, it was just her choice for her to stay with her.

Even if An Lele said she wanted to cause trouble now, Alia would at most help her clean up the mess and would not give her any pointers or put pressure on her.

After all, Lele is her sister, and family members are never reasonable.

Ailia went to change her clothes. The coloratura soprano singer's concert tour was of very high standard. After all, it was a warm-up for the APEC meeting.

In order to pursue international influence, Bangkok has spent money to host various world-class conferences.

It is very confident in guiding the implementation of cultural events such as Fashion Week and Gem Trading Festival, and I even heard that it wants to host the Olympic Games and the World Cup.

It’s not that they can’t do it. The Siamese royal family is one of the richest royal families in the world, and is not much inferior to the oil tycoons in the Middle East.

But the problem is that they are willing to spend money. The Siamese royal family is like a Pi Xiu, they only take in money and never spend it out, and the most they spend on their own enjoyment is their money.

So what can you do to compete with him? He wears a headscarf and slippers, and is willing to spend money when he goes out. Everyone has to respectfully call him a rich man.

Siam spends money - they would rather exchange it for dried fruits!

Forget it, let’s just look at the fresh durian in the distance, my family. That thing is the largest agricultural product exported by Siam to the country...

Alia changed into a white dress, picked up a small handbag, and looked left and right in the mirror.

"How is it? Do you have a bit of elegance now?"

"Yes." An Lele nodded repeatedly: "Very good, she looks like a lady from a noble family."

In fact, as long as Alia doesn't speak, she is a natural little white flower, and I feel pity for her.

The problem is that once she opens her mouth, her opponents will be choked and wake up in the middle of the night, regretting how they should have talked back and cursed at each other during the day.

"A Jing isn't going?"

"The Second Young Master and his friends are busy. They seem to be busy with important matters."

"It's pretty good. It looks a bit presentable now. Where's Xiaoyu?"

"Xiaoyu is changing her skirt, but she has booked a private room and asked if you want to join her."

The ticket given by Professor Zhou was for the front row, which was a bit similar to the tickets given by singers’ relatives and friends, a kind of family and friends group.

"Don't waste my two tickets. Forget about it tonight. Can I get a refund for her ticket?"

"It seems impossible..."

"Then sit separately. You have to listen to the singing carefully. It doesn't matter where you sit."

Alia put on a pair of plain glasses. "Isn't it more elegant this way?"

"It seems so—"

……

……

"Ah Xin, are you nearsighted?"

It was the first time that Jiang Tianyi discovered that Ye Tianxin was wearing glasses and he was a little surprised.

"Not really. My degree is very low, only about 200 degrees."

Ye Tianxin, who was wearing glasses, got off the car: "I usually wear them when I go to class or attend seminars, because I need to see things."

“…But this is a concert, we just need to listen.”

"I'm used to it." Ye Tianxin, wearing a white dress, did not look as fierce as before, but more like a student.

Oh, she was a student herself—after the Master arrived in Siam, everything was settled, and she felt at ease, like a chick returning to the shelter of its mother hen.

"Cousin, what made you want to come to the concert?"

"Is it possible that I also have my own hobbies, such as literature, music, or jewelry appreciation?"

Jiang Tianyi tapped Ye Tianxin's head gently: "Don't think of me as a greasy uncle who only knows how to make money."

As a wealthy and young queen, Jiang Tianyi is undoubtedly considered elegant, graceful and confident by most people.

It would be strange for such people to listen to the brainwashing songs of internet celebrities, but it would be very agreeable for them to listen to opera and the performance of soprano singers.

"Don't underestimate this concert. There are at least three of the world's top ten coloratura sopranos here. I didn't book a ticket before because my schedule didn't suit me. Now even a private room is sold out. Do you know how popular this concert is?"

Ye Tianxin pushed his glasses, said "oh" in confusion, and looked at the theater in front of him.

The Royal Opera House in Bangkok is considered a large theater in the entire Asia-Pacific region and is the largest Khon opera stage.

Many members of the Siamese royal family and aristocrats are veteran fans of Khon opera, especially Queen Sirikit, who also strongly supports Khon opera, which is somewhat similar to the relationship between the opera world and Li Longji.

When royal families or heads of state from other countries visit, they are often arranged to watch Confucius Opera in the big box on the second floor of the Grand Theater. This is a high-level and distinguished courtesy.

This time Jiang Tianyi was slow to act. The private rooms on the second floor were all booked. Given the status of those people, it was not easy for her to say, "I'll give you more money in exchange for your seat."

Ye Tianxin had seen Kong's play, but didn't like it very much - the script didn't change, the plot was monotonous, there were no lines, and he really couldn't love it.

There is only one script for Kong Opera, which is an adaptation of the Indian epic Ramayana.

The ten-faced demon king kidnapped the beautiful wife of the ancient king Rama, Sita. With the help of the Monkey King, the king killed the ten-faced demon king, rescued Sita, and returned to the court victoriously.

It feels very novel when you watch it for the first time, but no matter how many or how good the performances are, they are always just the same set, and you get tired of it.

In addition, Kong Opera conveys its ideas through dance and has no lines. Its movements are somewhat similar to yoga, but have become slower after being adapted.

It is said that each dance step has specific footwork, coupled with gestures and expressions, but the expressiveness on stage is really a bit hard to describe.

Of course, she wouldn't belittle anything, she just said that it wasn't to her taste, like she wasn't particularly attracted to coloratura sopranos or something like that.

Few people know that what she likes is actually children's songs, because they sound very happy and relaxing without having to use your brain...

"Let's go." Jiang Tianyi looked at his watch. "After the concert, I can go back and have a SPA to relax. I've been exhausted all day."

"Oh--"

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……

"Let's go!"