Yang Yi had long wanted to visit Rome, and now that he was here, he truly took a stroll down its streets, albeit only around a few places controlled by the Grey-cloaked People.
Xiao Ran and Yang Yi disguised themselves as a couple, acting very intimate with each other, often holding hands and linking arms, then donning sunglasses, with the long-haired and beautiful Xiao Ran taking a selfie every few steps or asking Yang Yi to snap a picture of her.
Why did Yang Yi and Xiao Ran need to disguise themselves as a couple? It was because they were both from Huaxia, a handsome man and a beautiful woman together—it would be odd not to pretend to be a couple, but rather some other relationship.
As for why they didn’t go out with Kate, that’s because although two tourists from Huaxia might attract some attention, their presence wouldn’t arouse suspicion.
For spies, sometimes high-profile and eye-catching behavior is a kind of cover.
Scouting the terrain was certainly necessary, so Yang Yi and Xiao Ran did just that, heading straight there after landing.
When they neared the car repair shop, Xiao Ran tugged Yang Yi and they both stopped to take a selfie with their faces close together.
Actually, Yang Yi didn’t need to take photos to remember every place he focused on, but in this day and age, what young and beautiful girl doesn’t love taking selfies?
Putting away their phone and looking at the photo on the screen, Xiao Ran whispered, "You can’t see anything out of the ordinary at all, not even a single person."
Yang Yi smiled indulgently, "Yeah, you can’t see any suspicious people, but the cleaner’s intelligence must be correct, they’re very certain this is the Grey-cloaked People’s base."
Slipping the phone into the pocket of her jeans, Xiao Ran put her arms around Yang Yi’s and giggled softly before whispering, "There’s no back door to check, so what are we looking at?"
"Let’s walk over and try to get inside the repair shop."
Xiao Ran playfully shook Yang Yi’s arm, and the two chatted and laughed as they passed the front of the repair shop.
It was a car modification and repair shop, with modification coming first, followed by repair. Yang Yi glanced inside and admired the blue car behind a large glass window.
"Wow, it’s so beautifully modified!"
Yang Yi genuinely marveled at the car behind the window—an Alfa Romeo Giulia in sapphire blue, with a lowered chassis much more so than the original model revealing modified suspension, vented hood indicating a more powerful turbocharger, added underbody diffusers, and a large aftermarket rear wing.
Although the Italians are unreliable in everything they do, and their cars and reliability are completely unacquainted, one must admire their true skill in creating luxury items—and this carefully crafted highly modified car was indeed dazzling to behold.
Yang Yi really loved cars, so he genuinely admired the Alfa Romeo behind the glass window.
"That car is just alright, doesn’t do much for me."
"Oh, Americans should refrain from commenting on car modification—just horsepower, no sense of beauty. What Mustang, what Camaro, please. American cars modify for technical specs, European cars modify as an art, do you understand? Not to criticize you, but your Camaro is modified to be... very nice!"
Yang Yi hadn’t forgotten Xiao Ran’s heavily modified Camaro, so he swiftly retracted his words, albeit a bit too late.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing much, um, your car is very nicely modified."
Yang Yi pointed towards another car, raising his voice, "Look, look! There’s a BMW, do you know what my favorite car is?"
"Hm, actually I like all good cars."
Xiao Ran swung off Yang Yi’s arm irritably, and then Yang Yi quickly grabbed her hand again, sweet-talking her into the modification shop.
To be precise, a storefront.
The modification and repair shop had two large doors for vehicles to drive through, but there was also a storefront next to it showcasing modified creations, filled with tires, spoilers, exhaust pipes, and various parts, while three modified cars were parked on the floor.
Yang Yi, pulling a slightly annoyed Xiao Ran, pushed open the glass door.
A man with long hair and a bit of a beard, dressed in an incredibly refined suit and exuding mature charm, looked up.
First in Italian, and upon realizing Yang Yi and Xiao Ran might not understand, the very charming man promptly switched to English, "Good afternoon to both of you, is there anything I can help you with?"
Yang Yi replied somewhat embarrassedly, "Sorry, sir, I just saw that car and it’s so incredibly beautiful that I couldn’t help but walk in."
Laughing, the Italian man said with a smile, "Don’t miss the beauty next to you because you’ve seen a beauty. I’m Angelo, pleased to meet you both, please feel free to look around."
Yang Yi immediately walked up to the Alfa Romeo, full of admiration, and earnestly said, "You’re right in comparing this car to a beauty, it’s stunning indeed!"
Angelo stood beside Yang Yi, his face radiating pride, "Yes, a dream lover that no man can forget."
Xiao Ran rolled her eyes, looking bored as she began to inspect the decor of the modification shop.
Reaching out towards the car, Yang Yi said, "I have a BMW M3, and I’ve always wanted to modify it, but I could never find the right plan, until I saw this car. Maybe I should consider getting an Alfa Romeo, but I feel like the modification shops in the UK just can’t bring out the most alluring aspect of an Alfa Romeo."
"Oh, are you from the UK?"
"Yes, we are both from Huaxia, but we studied in the UK and now work there, um... "
Yang Yi hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "If I were to buy a car here and have you modify it, then ship it back to the UK, would that be possible?"
"Oh, of course, you choose the modification plan and leave the rest to us. We’ll deliver the car to the UK. We have had such successful cases before, and our customers are very, very satisfied. Though, our schedule is quite full, and our fees are steep, but reasonable."
"How long would I need to wait? That’s not a major issue; I am willing to wait..."
Yang Yi looked at the car before him, entranced—a look he didn’t feign, as he was truly fond of the car. He stroked his chin thoughtfully for a while, then, as if making up his mind, Yang Yi spoke seriously to Angelo, "How long would it take? And about how much would it cost?"