Strongest Guard

Disgusting women was the bad taste of every man. Lee Nanfang also had this hobby. When he saw Helan Xiaoxin walk out with a pale face, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.    

    

As for Aunt Yue, since he wasn't paying attention to her and spat in his bowl, she didn't need to care too much about such a small matter. At most, she could just change their jobs when she ran over to Sister Xin.    

    

Lee Nanfang could do this with ease. It would be too easy for him to hide it from Yue Zitong.    

    

"I'm okay — Lee Nanfang, I'm warning you, if you dare to disgust me like this again, I will make you regret coming to this world."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin said hatefully as she sat on a chair and covered her mouth with her hand.    

    

Lee Nanfang naturally didn't care about this kind of worthless threat. Holding the bowl of broth, he praised as he drank, "Ai, who cooked this porridge? The taste is too awesome. As the saying goes, this type of congee should only be found in the heavens.    

    

Meeting such a shameless person yet not being able to punish him with her identity as the Young Miss of Helan Family, Sister Xin could only say a few harsh words on the surface. She didn't have any other abilities.    

    

Seeing that her face was still as cold as ever, Yue Zitong came close to her ear and whispered something into it.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's delicate face immediately revealed a vengeful expression. However, her appetite for continuing her meal was gone. Just as she was about to push out half a bowl of broth, Lee Nanfang said to himself, "Pig is worse than dog." "What does this pig or dog mean?"    

    

Last night, when Lee Nanfang wasted the broth to burn Yue Zitong's feet, Helan Xiaoxin explained perfectly the new solution that was worse than pigs and dogs. Now, when she was about to waste the rest of the broth, Lee Nanfang 'tactfully' reminded her.    

    

Sister Xin was no less than a pig or a dog, so she could only mutter a curse. She picked up her bowl of rice, closed her eyes, and finished it in one gulp.    

    

After drinking it, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if he wasn't drinking the porridge but the poison.    

    

Lee Nanfang finished up as well and burped comfortably. When he took out his cigarette to put it in his mouth, Helan Xiaoxin asked with a sneer, "Brat, did you finish it?"    

    

"Such a delicious soup, it would be a crime if I didn't finish it."    

    

"Well, have you tasted anything else in the soup?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin took the cigarette in front of Lee Nanfang and lit it up.    

    

Yue Zitong lowered her head to drink the soup as if she didn't notice the two of them arguing, but she knew what Sister Xin was going to say.    

    

When Sister Xin was angered to death by Lee Nanfang just now, Yue Zitong secretly told her in order to console her that I had already secretly spat in his bowl when he wasn't paying attention.    

    

Although she didn't spit into his bowl, but thinking about the soup that he drank with other 'seasonings', Sister Xin was still very satisfied.    

    

Originally, she was considering whether she should betray Yue Zitongli and disgust Lee Nanfang. This brat wanted more than she could chew, so he threatened to make her suffer if she didn't finish the soup. If she didn't say it out loud, Sister Xin would hold back and get internal injuries.    

    

Lee Nanfang looked up, his face full of doubt: "What other taste? Just like I thought when I made the soup. "    

    

"As far as I know, in your bowl —"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin pointed her right index finger at Lee Nanfang's empty bowl and stretched out her voice. "But there are other condiments."    

    

"It can't be?"    

    

Lee Nanfang looked at the empty bowl and frowned. He cupped his hands and said, "Please give me some pointers, Sister Xin."    

    

"There's saliva in your bowl! "Ha, ha, ha!"    

    

Upon saying this, Helan Xiaoxin's delicate voice broke out in laughter. "Kid, you ate the saliva of others!"    

    

"What, drool?"    

    

Lee Nanfang's expression changed: "It was you who spat into my bowl when I wasn't paying attention!"    

    

"No, not me."    

    

Seeing Lee Nanfang covering his mouth like he was retching, Helan Xiaoxin became even happier as she couldn't stop giggling.    

    

"It's you."    

    

Lee Nanfang looked towards Yue Zitong, who had her head buried in soup.    

    

To Director Yue, such a small matter being sold out by Sister Xin was nothing.    

    

Besides, she felt that Lee Nanfang had gone too far and deserved to be punished. She raised her head and confidently said: "Yes, that's me. It is your honor to be able to eat my saliva. "    

    

Lee Nanfang pushed the empty bowl in front of her.    

    

Yue Zitong asked curiously, "What do you mean?"    

    

"Director Yue, please spit another mouthful of saliva, let me feel the taste of my honor."    

    

Before Lee Nanfang finished his sentence, Helan Xiaoxin giggled on the side, "Brat, I didn't see that you have such a high potential as a slut. I'm not satisfied with eating Tongtong's saliva just yet, I want it again. "    

    

Lee Nanfang glanced at her and said lightly, "Sister Xin, I have a village proverb in my hometown that suits your current appearance. Do you want to listen to it?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin snapped her fingers, indicating for him to speak.    

    

"Horsewaves, laughter, cat waves, donkey waves smack mouth, dog waves run off the legs, pig waves arch the toilet door."    

    

"You, you!"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin, who had a sour expression on her face, turned ashen immediately. How could she smile now?    

    

"Vulgar, vulgar!"    

    

Seeing that Sister Xin was about to fall out, Yue Zitong stood up in time and said to him: "Lee Nanfang, you are going too far! You — what did you mean when you said you wanted to feel the taste of honor? "    

    

"Not much."    

    

Lee Nanfang raised his hand to rub his nose and said, "When you were comforting Sister Xin, I took the wrong bowl."    

    

"Whose bowl is it?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin immediately realized that something was wrong as she hurriedly asked.    

    

Lee Nanfang looked at the empty bowl in front of her--Helan Xiaoxin opened her mouth and let out a few roars. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and ran into the washroom.    

    

Actually, the thin soup that Helan Xiaoxin had just drunk was her own bowl. The bowl that Yue Zitong had drunk was Lee Nanfang's.    

    

If Sister Xin hadn't been giggling all the time and had made Mr. Lee disgusted, he wouldn't have said that. He would have just let Yue Zitong have a taste of her own saliva.    

    

"Lee Nanfang, you — — are there any problems with Sister Xin's bowl?"    

    

This time, the Tiny Skull moved very quickly and immediately reacted.    

    

Lee Nanfang shrugged, "I didn't say there was a problem."    

    

"Then why are you still looking at her bowl!"    

    

"She just kept on laughing, and her smile was so nice. Let me see, is that not enough?"    

    

"You bastard, so you changed bowls."    

    

Yue Zitong raised her hand and tapped Lee Nanfang's nose, feeling unwell.    

    

Even if the saliva in the soup was her own, she would spit it out and drink it again. Anyone who felt that it didn't matter would just spit it out on the telephone pole and lick it back with their tongue.    

    

Seeing that Yue Zitong also ran towards the bathroom, Lee Nanfang felt a sense of superiority, as if he could crush their intelligence. He put his feet on the corner of the table, took out his phone and opened WeChat.    

    

To facilitate the work, Boss Lee added the WeChat of Dung Shixiong and others.    

    

No environment forgets work, which is one of the biggest characteristics of all successful people.    

    

Jack is trying to figure out what he should do when the Fashion Festival is over so that Nanfang's stockings will make the most impression    

    

Dung Shixiong had already made a very professional plan for these tasks. When Director Li went to inspect the work yesterday, he gave a more detailed report to him.    

    

He was very proud to have a brother-in-law like her helping him at the mall so that Director Li wouldn't have to think about those trivial things. Wanqing, this sister of his, couldn't compare to Dung Shixiong's help even if Wang Defa, Wu Tie, and the others added up together.    

    

As for Dung Shixiong's platform planning plan, the layman Boss Lee, really can't find any fault -- only not satisfied with the quality of Leg Model.    

    

For a whole week, each leg wearing Nanfang silk stockings to show the world its peerless beauty Leg Model, the payment is only 3000 yuan.    

    

With a price of over 400 RMB a day, how good could Leg Model be at this level?    

    

Admittedly, Nanfang Group rented the exhibition center's booth to show the world the black silk products, but not these vase like girls.    

    

But the question was, which of the men who came to the exhibition was not after the long-legged beauty?    

    

Leg Model was not qualified. No matter how good your product was, who would come and take a look?    

    

Long before he started the company, Boss Li, who was very concerned about women's fashion, had read about it on a forum. It was said that Leg Model didn't care too much about the appearance of the stockings on a certain treasure; as long as his leg curve was good, he could set the price at around two hours 600 to 700 yuan.    

    

However, the price of the sweet-looking Leg Model when shooting in his private room was around one to two thousand.    

    

Leg Model, who worked at a private house on a treasure, could get around 2,000 yuan in salary after two hours of work, not to mention he had to work at the exhibition center's booth for 8 hours.    

    

Only four hundred yuan per day was too little. This indirectly proved that Leg Model was not that good of a person.    

    

Dung Shixiong understood Director Li's' professional 'picky attitude. He also pointed out the reason why he wanted to hire this kind of low-level steel company was because the company was short on funds. If he hired the high-level steel company, it would cost him a lot of money.    

    

Money was not a problem. He would be an asshole if he spent it all before making a profit.    

    

Nanfang's stockings were to be displayed at the convention center, which was the first step in Nanfang's group's flight, and if Jack had no money now, he would try to borrow them everywhere.    

    

Find me the best Leg Model in Qingshan. I want at least ten people.    

    

If you don't do it, then don't do it. If you do it, then do it the best way.    

    

As for the problem of money, let me solve it--these are the words Lee Nanfang dropped yesterday after hearing Dung Shixiong's report.    

    

As long as the money problem was solved, using money to smash people was nothing to Dung Shixiong.    

    

Dung Shixiong left a message: "Boss Li, according to your instructions, I contacted Qingshan's only two model companies yesterday afternoon. Unfortunately, one family is away at the exhibition and the other does not want to come. "    

    

"What's going on? Why aren't you willing to come?"    

    

Lee Nanfang typed back without thinking.    

    

Dung Shixiong was online and immediately answered: "I'm at their company, doing public relations."    

    

"If he doesn't come, does he think that he has too little money?"    

    

"No."    

    

"What's that?"    

    

"We're not famous for our stockings."    

    

Dung Shixiong sent a wry smile: "Their economy man clearly said, this is not a problem of money more money less. If they accept orders from a small company like ours, no matter how much money they can take this time, it will reduce their own worth. This will not benefit them in the future. "    

    

"What?" "F * ck, they actually said that we're from a small company. If they accept our orders, will they lower their price?"    

    

Lee Nanfang was infuriated and immediately dialed Dung Shixiong's cell number.    

    

"Director Li, how about this?"    

    

When the call ended, Dung Shixiong said, "Let's set the standard for Leg Model and lower it a bit —"    

    

Lee Nanfang interrupted him, "No! The level can only be raised, not lowered. Tell me, where are you now, and I'll go find you and wait. "