Strongest Guard

The words and actions of important people were always as untraceable as the fog surrounding a cloud. However, each of their words and actions carried a depth that needed careful study.    

    

Lee Nanfang felt that he was now a big shot. He would never suddenly come to a teahouse and drink tea with a European drug dealer while he was on his way.    

    

Of course, there was a deep meaning to it. David had to carefully ponder and ponder for a bit — David only raised his eyebrows, as if he knew what he was going to do.    

    

Damn it. It seems like I'm not a big shot. If it was Helan Xiaoxin who expressed her feelings, she would definitely only tell him her true intentions after she knocked him out.    

    

Feeling depressed, Lee Nanfang went straight to the point, "My previous status in China was Green Mountain Davy Group's CEO. I had intended to do legitimate business, but I didn't expect Believer Satoson to go back on his word, so I had to come over myself. I was cleaning up the place when I saw Jack, who had the audacity to steal my horse. "    

    

When Jack mentioned the Nanfang Group, David took out his notebook from the case a few times and started typing away on the keyboard.    

    

Lee Nanfang, whose fingers were dancing nimbly on the keyboard, had the urge to chop off eight fingers with a kitchen knife.    

    

Fortunately, he held back.    

    

Nanfang's stockings could forcefully land in the European fashion world's bridgehead Paris. He was acquainted with the president of Van Sloane, David. Nanfang's stockings played a decisive role in it, so of course they couldn't cripple him.    

    

"Nanfang's stockings, you're so homesick?"    

    

Seeing the coquettish advertisement slogan on the official website of the Wuhan Iron and Steel Group, Liu Tie muttered to himself and immediately began clapping: "Bringing the finishing touch to the painting, so creative! "Boss Lee, the advertisement passage is only worth 8 million USD, you can't recruit him, right?"    

    

Anyone who didn't understand would definitely laugh when they heard David say that an advertisement passage could be worth eight million dollars. They would feel that this guy was too funny.    

    

However, this was not the case. A good advertisement passage was worth a thousand words.    

    

It was said that millions of dollars had been spent on recruiting the phrase "good air conditioner, made of something", the loudest air-conditioner in China.    

    

Compared to the advertising slogan for good air conditioners, Nanfang's stockings that were dark and homesick also had a vague and mysterious aura about them that attracted more attention.    

    

"Not a penny."    

    

Lee Nanfang was really pleased with himself now. He put his thumb on his thumb and said, "I got this advertisement passage by chance. Cough, the advertisement passage that follows is also something that I thought of. "    

    

At the bottom of the website of the official website, there was also an advertisement quote, Nanfang's stockings, at the place where the flowers bloomed.    

    

This advertisement slogan was something that Wu Yujie had come up with when she went to the Nanfang Group to apply for the position. Now, it was casually brought over by Jack and described as his own, without even a blush on his face.    

    

He was very proud of his thick skin.    

    

"Nanfang's stockings are at the place where the flowers bloom?"    

    

Davidzi savored this sentence, and then looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.    

    

Lee Nanfang was a bit confused: "What, isn't that good?" "David, if you have any objections, just say them out."    

    

"To tell the truth, this advertisement passage is even more attractive to the eye than 'black yearning home'. But careful taste, the mental state it contains, is not just on a lower level than when one thinks about their own home. "    

    

David truthfully said: "Or simply to say, it is a bit vulgar. The place where the flowers are blooming, tsk tsk — if I say it like this, Boss Lee, don't be angry. "    

    

In the place where flowers bloomed, Lee Nanfang was not only not angry, but he was also happy when David euphemistically called him vulgar. He picked up the teapot himself and insisted on pouring water for him, praising his sharp eyes.    

    

I'm not a college student, but the advertising slogan I came up with is even more f * cking a college student than a college student.    

    

This proved that college didn't have much use for hair other than to squander youth and money.    

    

In the future, when he had a son …    

    

Sigh, could Loong Chengcheng not let her son go to university?    

    

Lee Nanfang suddenly thought of Loong Chengcheng and his current situation. He couldn't help but feel sad. He picked up his teacup and downed it in one gulp, but it was soon followed by a spray of water.    

    

The water was too hot.    

    

Lee Nanfang could tell from his eyes that the way he spat out the saliva did not seem to be very elegant and was detrimental to his image as a big shot.    

    

Luckily, David was his good friend and probably wouldn't blame him.    

    

David did not know Boss Lee's mood. In a flash, it went from good to bad, so bad that he forgot that the water was hot and almost scalded his mouth.    

    

"I'll do it myself. It won't be a problem."    

    

David waved his hand repeatedly, rejecting Lee Nanfang's hand that was holding a piece of paper to wipe Lee Nanfang's face. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it a few times, causing the adonis to appear even paler.    

    

Finding out on the Internet that Nanfang's Group made black silk, and thinking back to when he asked about the big names in Paris, David knew what Jack meant.    

    

He wanted to use his relationship to bring a "small workshop" brand into the world's capital of fashion.    

    

Don't just look at the official website of Nanfang Group, where they described their products as extravagant, spending thousands of yuan to develop the so-called black silk technology, etc., but David refused to believe them.    

    

Bragging about himself had always been the biggest use of the official website.    

    

Therefore, he qualified Nanfang's stockings as a small workshop brand, which was also very normal.    

    

If he only knew Lee Nanfang, David would definitely mock him as a toad that wants to eat swan meat.    

    

Paris was not only the capital of fashion, but also a supermarket for luxury goods. Any brand that could be found on the streets would have a long history and gathered the blood and sweat of generations before daring to land there.    

    

Nanfang's stockings — Holy shit, I spit on your face!    

    

However, the person he was talking about was Lee Nanfang. Not to mention David spitting on his face, even if he sprayed on his face, he would still happily accept it, right?    

    

Then, after pondering for a moment, he dialed Lee Nanfang's private number in front of him.    

    

Van Sloane was a very famous existence in the fashion world. It was known as the three carriages of the fashion world, together with the British Yuping Group, a certain group in the United States.    

    

David was a drug dealer, but he had a close relationship with the CEO of Van Sloane. This could only mean that the CEO of a certain number one was a loyal consumer.    

    

When David called, the CEO had a nice chat with him. However, when he explained the purpose of his visit, he immediately started to sneer, meaning that his head was spinning. Otherwise, how could he make such a ridiculous request?    

    

David did not smile. "The president of the Nanfang Group, Jack," he said seriously. You've probably never heard of it. "However, this name can answer the question that you've asked me several times."    

    

As for my CEO, she immediately stopped laughing. After a moment of silence, she said that she would return the call within 24 hours.    

    

"He asked you the question a few times. Was it invented by someone?"    

    

Only after David ended the call did Lee Nanfang pick up the teacup and take a sip. Unconsciously, he imitated the gesture of Helan Xiaoxin drinking tea.    

    

David nodded with a smile and said, "His biggest wish is to get to know you."    

    

"Why do you know me?"    

    

Lee Nanfang was a bit confused: "I'm just a Great Poisonous Owl, if you give me money, I'll sell the goods to you, and if you provide more to him, it won't matter anymore, why would he want to know me? It's not good for him to know me. "    

    

"President Wesson doesn't smoke."    

    

David explained, "Yes, it's his wife."    

    

Just like many billionaires, Van Sloane CEO Wesson and his wife were a combination of husband and wife.    

    

Mrs. Wesson was thirty-nine years old, a full fifteen years younger than her husband.    

    

Seven years ago, when they were married, they had a very happy life — but not for long, and Mrs. Wesson was ill.    

    

Women are the most vulnerable to gynecologic cancer (because of those indecent words, collectively referred to as gynaecological cancer), late stage.    

    

How unwilling and fearful was Mrs. Wesson, who came from a supermodel family, to die at the beginning of her good life?    

    

One could imagine.    

    

In order to treat his beloved wife, the president of Wesson visited many different places, but it was still useless. He could only watch his beloved wife wither like a flower without water.    

    

So what if he was rich?    

    

In the face of cancer, no amount of money is more than a bunch of numbers, a room full of waste paper.    

    

In desperation, Mrs. Wesson began to give up. She had to taste cigarettes and alcohol and drugs she had never touched before, but the doctor said she could live for at most a few months.    

    

It was then that Mrs. Wesson began to suck Number One.    

    

Number 1 was the "special powder" for billionaires. It was normal for the dying Mrs. Wesson to come into contact with Number 1 as soon as she came into contact with drugs.    

    

His wife was a drug addict, and Wesson could only see and feel it, but he could not stop her.    

    

In just a few days, he would be back on his own. How could his wife not indulge him?    

    

But just as Wesson was getting ready to collect his wife's body, a miracle happened. Half a year later, instead of withering like a flower, she became more and more spirited, and her skin became better and more beautiful.    

    

What?    

    

Mr. Wiesen was stunned. She was already prepared to collect the corpses before she went for a ride. How could she not die?    

    

No, go to the hospital and check it out.    

    

The examination didn't matter. The specialists and professors who were helpless against gynecologic cancer, all collectively stupefied, Mrs. Wilson's cancer cells were dying at a speed visible to the naked eye, ah, no, the microscope.    

    

New, healthy cells are making a big recovery!    

    

[What the hell is going on?    

    

Ask Mrs. Wesson what kind of magic medicine she's been taking all this time.    

    

I smoked.    

    

Impossible. Eighty percent of the women who got the disease smoked.    

    

Mrs. Wesson added, I drink.    

    

It was even more impossible, 80% of alcoholics would get this kind of disease!    

    

Mrs. Wesson also said, "I take drugs --    

    

It was even more impossible for any woman who took drugs to have this disease!    

    

Mrs. Wesson thought for a long time before she said that I was smoking number one, the southern region of the Asian Golden Triangle, which is a local specialty of poppies. After years of hard work by researchers, and spending a lot of money, I finally developed number one four years ago.    

    

Facts have proven that No. 1 is the friend of the empty woman, the relative and friend of the broken woman, and the husband of the sick woman, which is an indispensable medicine for the family.    

    

"With Mr. Wiesen's help, a special research team was set up at Mary Hospital in Paris. It took three months to determine that number one can effectively treat gynecologic cancer."    

    

Picking up the teacup and gulping it down, David continued, "But at the same time, Number 1 is also extremely unstable. That is, it can cause a healthy woman to gradually lose her ability to reproduce. Mr. Wiesen hopes to meet the inventor of number one. He wants to spend a lot of money to buy the number one formula and spend a lot of money to study it.    

    

"Is that true?"    

    

Lee Nanfang, who didn't say anything, slightly narrowed his eyes and thought about what Helan Xiaoxin and Yue Zitong had said.