Strongest Guard

No matter who asked Lee Nanfang what he did, he was prepared. He claimed that he was the manager of a certain company and had come here to do business with the head manager of the company.    

    

Now that business was settled, the manager sent him home first.    

    

"Your manager is really stingy. He doesn't understand how to empathize with his employees. It's easy for him to come to a foreign country. No matter what, you should at least stay here for a few days to enjoy yourself." Although Myanmar cannot compare up to Europe and the United States, there are still many good places that are worth a look, such as the ancient city of Bugan, the Mandalay Palace, Gray Valley and so on. "    

    

After hearing what Lee Nanfang said, Xue Mei curled her lips in disdain. She couldn't help but show off the good places that she went to.    

    

Seeing that it was two hundred dollars, Lee Nanfang naturally nodded his head in agreement.    

    

After showing off a good place that she had either never been to before or had heard of, Lian Mei suddenly said, "Handsome, I told you not to work at Chengda Group anymore. Although it is also one of Jinmen's famous businesses, for a young person like you with no background, it would be very difficult to gain any fame in there. "    

    

Lee Nanfang, who looked to be in awe, blinked his eyes and asked with a wry smile: "For a small employee like me who doesn't have a diploma, it's already good enough for me to be able to survive in the Chengda Group. If I don't work there, where else can I go? "    

    

"Come to my company and do it with me!"    

    

Lian Mei's generosity when she patted her chest made Lee Nanfang have the urge to give her a slap.    

    

"Go to your company and work for you?"    

    

Lee Nanfang slightly tilted his chin and asked, "Lady Lian —"    

    

"What lady? Why don't you just call me Sister Lian?"    

    

Lian Mei fished out another name card from her bag and handed it to Lee Nanfang, "This is my name card, keep it properly. Although the scale of our company is not as good as Chengda Group, it is still considered a well-known enterprise in Jinmen. "    

    

The business card was beautifully crafted. Its yellow luster made it look as if it had been coated with a layer of gold. It was very much in line with Lian Mei's image of a graceful woman.    

    

Lian Mei's name was written in thin gold on the front of the card. Below it was Mary's English name, her office.    

    

Yin Ning supermarket chain, vice president.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't hear anything about the Yin Ning Supermarket. However, when Lian Mei claimed to be Sister Lian, an idea flashed through his mind. He finally remembered why she looked a little familiar.    

    

Sister Lian.    

    

When he went to Qingshan, he accidentally left his bag at the train station. After Sui Yueyue picked it up and called her to pick up the bag, she didn't thank Sui Yueyue and instead asked for a taxi fare.    

    

When she was making things difficult for Sui Yueyue, Lee Nanfang couldn't bear to look at her, so he ordered Chen Xiao to beat her up and took away her small bag.    

    

That matter couldn't be compared to being Helan Xiaoxin's scapegoat, but it was the matter that made his conscience suffer the most.    

    

It was precisely because of this that Sui Yueyue's family was ruined and everyone had perished.    

    

Regardless of whether Sui Yueyue went to the Golden Triangle or not, to manage the business of "our family", Lee Nanfang had to find Sister Lian and seek justice for her.    

    

Sui Yueyue, on the other hand, did not agree. Just like she had refused Ye Xiaodao's help, she also tactfully refused Lee Nanfang to stand up for her.    

    

She didn't want Sister Lian to die.    

    

The only reason was that death was sometimes the greatest relief.    

    

From Sui Yueyue's wish, Lee Nanfang could see how much she hated Sister Lian. It was as if she saw the tragic end of Sister Lian's life in advance.    

    

However, he did not intend to pity Sister Lian. For the sake of face, she had slaughtered a couple from the countryside. Her fate was already sealed.    

    

Lee Nanfang agreed to Sui Yueyue's request, but he didn't expect to see Sister Lian here.    

    

Looking at Sister Lian, who was stroking her hair and pretending to be reserved, Lee Nanfang didn't feel that she was very pitiful. He just felt that she had wasted her pretty body in vain and that it was best to get rid of her earlier and become a good person in the future.    

    

Seeing Lee Nanfang staring at her with a complicated expression and not saying anything for a long time, Sister Lian frowned slightly. She asked unhappily, "What, I can't invite you?"    

    

"I'm going to pee."    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't have the interest to waste his saliva with this kind of woman. His mouth curved into a smile as he quickly walked towards the small forest not far away.    

    

Some of them looked at Lee Nanfang with resentment, glancing at him from back to back. This was the result of Lee Nanfang's coldness towards Sister Lian.    

    

Of course he wouldn't care.    

    

When they reached the depth of the forest, Lee Nanfang peed happily. He looked around and didn't find anything wrong. He put a cigarette in his mouth and leaned on the tree. He then took out a light yellow paper roll.    

    

The pale yellow paper roll was also an old newspaper, but the thing inside the bread was an antique worth five hundred thousand dollars.    

    

A rolled up to ten centimeters wide, thick as a rolling pin, made of silk, tied with faded red silk.    

    

"So it's a painting."    

    

Lee Nanfang carefully opened the scroll and smiled proudly: "This should be considered as returning to its original owner. It's fortunate that those foreigners say something about state secrets, I spit on their faces."    

    

In Lee Nanfang's mind, Zi Fann is a valuable ancient calligraphy and painting, both from his home country.    

    

Only a Chinese calligrapher with thousands of years of history and history was worthy of Mo Bao's legacy. As far back as the start of the Jin Dynasty, the calligrapher Wang Xizhi and the master of modern times Qi Baishi were great figures that could shine through the ages.    

    

Other than Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa" which had some artistic style, those calligraphy paintings that were easily worth a few hundred million Yuan looked like those paintings by high-class people. Damn it, Lee Nanfang really couldn't appreciate those children's graffiti; could it be that there was something wrong with his aesthetic perception?    

    

As a result of the late Qing Dynasty, many of China's cultural treasures were abroad, causing the people of China endless heartache.    

    

This scroll that was regarded as a top secret by Americans must have been lost overseas at that time as well. Now, it had finally returned to the mother--as long as it was in Lee Nanfang's hands, it would no longer be allowed to wander outside.    

    

The scroll wasn't too long, it was about half a meter in length, and on it was a drawing of an ancient lady.    

    

Since it was an antique from China, then of course this woman in the painting was a Chinese woman.    

    

Due to the passage of time, the face of the court lady was a little blurry, but it did not affect the spiritual nature of her eyes.    

    

She was wearing the long dress of the Tang and Song Dynasties, with her arms wrapped around her waist and her arms wrapped around her waist. Her left hand was holding a flower basket, while her right hand was holding a small hoe that she carried on her shoulder.    

    

The lady looked dignified and delicate. She looked like a lady of a famous sect. She lowered her head slightly and stared at the 45 degrees before the tip of her foot. When Lee Nanfang saw this, his first reaction was Daiyu's Burial Blossom.    

    

But when he saw what was on the screen, he knew that the lady was not Lin Daiyu.    

    

Besides, Lin Daiyu was the female lead of Cao Xueqin's' Dream of the Red Chamber 'in the Qing Dynasty. She was the female lead of Lao Gu's calligraphy that was over a thousand years old. How could it be her?    

    

The lady was not looking at flowers.    

    

It was a three-legged bronze censer.    

    

Inside the incense burner were three incense sticks' worth of time, smoke curling up into the air.    

    

The beautiful lady carried a hoe and a basket of flowers. She did not bury the flowers, but stared at a censer instead. What did this mean?    

    

Lee Nanfang was a bit puzzled and looked at the incense burner carefully.    

    

There were many patterns on the incense burner. It seemed strange and messy, yet it seemed like there were traces to follow. If one looked a little longer, their eyes would begin to see illusions, as if there were many small snakes coiling around the incense burner.    

    

The scrolls slightly moved, and those thin little snakes seemed to have come to life as they wriggled about.    

    

"Interesting."    

    

Lee Nanfang was very interested after he found out about it. He slowly moved his hands against the sunlight shining through the treetops.    

    

As he moved the scroll faster, the small snakes on the incense burner also moved faster. They all intertwined together, forming a very thick snake … a long snake?    

    

Lee Nanfang was just about to see if it was a snake when his heart suddenly jumped.    

    

Before he could react, he felt a strong urge to vomit gushing up from his throat like a fountain. Instinctively, he raised his hand and covered his mouth.    

    

When he raised his hand to cover his mouth, the scroll drooped down, causing him to lose his sight of the bronze censer. The intense feeling of disgust in his heart immediately weakened.    

    

"Damn it, what's going on?" Is there something strange about this incense burner? "    

    

Lee Nanfang cursed in a low voice. Only after taking a deep breath did the feeling of retching disappear.    

    

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he immediately felt a strong urge to retch. This abnormality must have something to do with the thin lines on the incense burner that he was always staring at.    

    

He knew that there were many images formed from lines that could be seen by staring at a single point or moving slowly, as if the image itself was moving.    

    

However, he had never heard of it. Staring at a certain painting for too long would cause one's heart to suddenly beat wildly, accompanied by a feeling of disgust.    

    

This made him no longer dare to look at the censer. Just as he was about to put it away and study it in detail when he was bored, he suddenly realized that the lady on the screen was actually staring at him!    

    

His left hand held the top of the scroll and his right hand held the bottom. When he raised his hand to cover his mouth out of disgust, he used his right hand to release the scroll.    

    

Just now, he had noticed that the female official's eyes were quite lively and full of spirituality.    

    

However, he had not expected it to be so magical and agile. With the help of the sunlight and the gentle breeze, both of his eyes seemed … no, it seemed to be flowing!    

    

He slowly tilted his head to the left, and the lady's eyes turned to the left.    

    

He tilted his head to the right, and the lady's eyes followed his gaze. It was as if there were two invisible threads tying them together, pulling them towards each other.    

    

Of course, this was also a visual error, but it was enough to prove that the person who painted this painting had great painting skills.    

    

The more he played with her, the more he found it interesting. He discovered that as the scroll was slowly moving under the sunlight, not only were the eyes of the Court Lady moving, but even her hair and the shape of her face seemed to change in a vague way.    

    

The lady's hair was black, and her face was dignified and delicate. She was the perfect beauty when facing the sun.    

    

However, when the scroll was pointed at the sunlight, the lady's hair color looked as if it was going to turn silvery-white. The shape of her face also changed, showing the angle that only an Ying, Liu, and Weizi had.    

    

If it was a high-tech product, under different lights, not only would the lady on the scroll turn into a man, even if she turned into a devil, Lee Nanfang wouldn't find it strange at all.    

    

The painting on the key scroll was drawn with ink. It was made purely of black and white, so how could it have the same level transformation phenomenon that only occurred in high-tech products?    

    

Lee Nanfang, who was looking at the lady for three whole minutes, sighed with emotion: "Ai, no wonder Lao Mei said it's a top secret, so that's how it is. Five hundred thousand dollars? F * ck, five million, fifty million dollars, don't even think about buying it. But, how could it be related to a woman with the surname Lian? "