Strongest Guard

Seeing Lee Nanfang come out, he was a bit surprised: "What, you're leaving now?"    

"Uncle Liang, it's been a while. It's about time for me to leave. "Besides, Master Empty is still waiting for you."    

Lee Nanfang was now basically sure that the old monk coming to the Liang house today and saying those words had nothing to do with old Liang.    

That old bald donkey was just scheming. Before coming to the Liang family, he told them the good news that made the father and daughter of the Liang family extremely happy. It could be considered as having successfully pushed them away and bewitched Lee Nanfang.    

Of course, Lee Nanfang didn't think that the old monk's statement that Liang Xiaoyan was born with a hidden knot was nonsense.    

After all, this wasn't something that could be casually said. If they were to spout nonsense for the sake of avoiding them, they would end up causing a huge ruckus and offending others.    

Therefore, even if there was no such thing, the old monk would find another reason for them to temporarily avoid it.    

Since Old Liang didn't know about this, there was no need for Lee Nanfang to have any objections.    

Old Liang was kind. "But I want Master Empty to show you — hehe, don't laugh at Uncle Liang's superstition, just treat it as a pleasure. No matter what he says, just laugh. "    

"Metaphysics is one of China's traditional cultures. Whether it is trash or not, the fact that it has been around for thousands of years gives a reason for its existence. This is my personal opinion. "Master Empty has also been shown to me. I really admire him."    

Lee Nanfang was right.    

Metaphysics is not only one of China's traditional cultures, but also one of the most important cultures.    

Compared to his culture, there was only Chinese medicine, poetry, painting, Confucianism, and filial piety.    

As for flower arrangement, embroidery, diet and other cultures, they were second to none.    

For certain historical reasons, such as the destruction of Han culture and the praise of the Tibetan lama after the completion of Qing, metaphysics had suffered a cold and cruel blow similar to the winter, and was gradually falling into despair.    

However, there was always a huge market for metaphysics in China.    

One is the elite and the other is the "proletariat."    

The elite, of course, referred to the officials and the big bosses in the shopping mall.    

Putting aside the expensive bosses, all of them lived in extremely well-off places. The God of Fortune, Master Zhao, was in their homes, and the elites of the government were there. Every time they took up residence in a yamen, which one of them didn't want to take care of the layout of the office first?    

If his predecessor had been Gao Sheng, then his successor wouldn't have bothered with the office layout. The facts had proven that this place had excellent feng shui.    

If his predecessor was unfortunate enough to go somewhere to drink tea, or to be sent to Qing Shui's yamen to retire, it would be great if his successor could use this office.    

Another class consisted of hundreds of millions of toiling masses with faces facing the sky.    

They always hoped that one day, they would meet someone like Yuen Tiangaang, Liu Bowen, who could change their fate with just a little bit of change.    

The only ones who didn't believe these things were the middle class who claimed to be elites, those who thought that their fate was always in their own hands, those who were naive enough to think that they could change their entire fate, even the world, only to end up sighing when they became old.    

These people, much like many new graduates today, always say that their ideals are poetry and distance.    

This was a bunch of uncivilized idiots.    

He took the hard-earned money from his parents and drank a few bottles of wine that his dad had worked so hard for the whole day to get. He held the microphone in his hand as he flew slowly through the air, screaming and crying, "Your first time! Who did you give it to!?"    

Poetry and distance can provide you with a house. Can you eat without spending money, see a doctor without spending money, find a wife without spending money, and have a child go to school without getting money?    

Sometimes poetry and distance are bullshit.    

Of course, you can write poems, and you can even go far away. However, the premise is that you don't need your parents to keep it for you.    

I'm sorry — I admit this is nonsense, there's some water, it's all because of my nephew from college last night, saying that his dreams are poetry and distant, that he wants to go for a poverty-stricken tour, ride a bicycle to see the blue sky and white clouds of the Potala Palace.    

It's fine if you want to see what he's talking about. As an uncle, I won't stop him, but you should at least help your parents sell the cabbage in the four acres of land before you can change it to a bicycle, right?    

Back to the main topic.    

"Hehe, Master Empty is quite accomplished in this area. It's because of his guidance that I have been able to come so far."    

Old Liang slightly revealed the secrets of his path of advancement. He patted Lee Nanfang's shoulder and said something that could only be encountered by luck and not sought.    

When Lee Nanfang was being perfunctory, he had also asked Old Liang obliquely about what kind of background the old monk had and which important figures he was in contact with.    

Old Liang knew nothing at all. It seemed that it was indeed a coincidence that he knew the old monk.    

Due to the happy occasion at home, Lee Nanfang insisted on leaving, so Old Liang didn't keep him and personally sent him out of the villa.    

On the way back, Lee Nanfang kept thinking about who sent the old monk here.    

It didn't matter who he was assigned to.    

The key point was, how did the person assigned him knew that there was a black dragon inside Lee Nanfang's body.    

Until now, only Qin Laoqi and a few others, including his wife, knew that Lee Nanfang had a monster in his belly.    

However, these people would never send the old monk to talk to him.    

If there was anything else he wanted to say, he would just call him over. If he didn't even drink a mouthful of tea, he would be able to find out the truth.    

If it wasn't them, then who could it be?    

Lee Nanfang's head hurt when he thought about it, but he still couldn't think of a reason.    

On the other hand, he felt a little regretful. He should ask the old monk what he should do if he were to expel the Black Dragon.    

He couldn't possibly dig a hole in his stomach, hang a live chicken outside, shout a few times for a dragon to come out, and it would obediently go out, right?    

No matter who it was, their greatest secret would be exposed by someone who didn't know the reason why they came here. It would give them the feeling of a naked beauty wearing a skirt while walking on the streets, but there was always the feeling of insecurity from the north wind.    

Fortunately, the others felt great — seeing a beauty lift her hand to press down on her skirt and her bare thighs, Lee Nanfang realized that he had unknowingly parked his car in Kaihuang Group's parking lot.    

"He doesn't even wear underpants in the middle of winter. He's definitely a man of his nature."    

He watched as the woman walked into the hall awkwardly with her legs tucked between her. Then, she jogged to the front of the car.    

It was a man in a security uniform, Wang Defa's successor, Lee Quancai.    

Lee Quancai was quite a bit like Wang Defa, which could be seen from the way he raised his hand to respectfully invite Boss Lee out of the car after he opened the door.    

However, this guy's eyes weren't too good. After opening the door, he lowered his head to look at his toes and said: "Deputy Director Helan, this way please."    

This made Lee Nanfang a bit unhappy. He raised his foot and kicked him: "He Lan your head, who knew I was a girl?"    

"Ah?" So it's Li Nan and Boss Lee. Please, please! "    

Some people wouldn't be able to use their eyes unless they were kicked. Lee Quancai was like that.    

Actually, Lee Quancai couldn't be blamed for recognizing the wrong person.    

Helan Xiaoxin was the CEO of the Kaihuang Group for a few months. She drove this White Bmw to and from work every day, so how could Lee Quancai and the other security guards who were in charge of opening the door for her not remember her car and her license plate?    

Lee Quancai's actions also proved that Deputy Director Helan, who hadn't come to work yet, had already been transferred out of the company and went to the cell to nibble on his head.    

If it was before, Lee Quancai would not be so respectful to Boss Lee.    

Now, he had to be so respectful, even more so than when he was respectful to Director Yue.    

Everyone in Kaihuang Group knew that Boss Lee was Director Yue's fiancé, future boss, or the boss of the shop.    

He would rather wait on Director Yue slowly than to offend Boss Lee.    

If he was to wait for Director Yue, he would at most be reprimanded for a few sentences. However, once he offended Boss Lee — — when the wind blew, Captain Li would have to roll up his bed and scram.    

"Where's Director Yue? Is he in the company?"    

"Yes, he's in the conference room."    

Lee Quancai took out a cigarette from his pocket. Just as he was about to hand it over, he put it back and took out a box of Soft China cigarettes from his left pocket.    

He only had a few pockets that contained cigarettes with different prices. Whenever he saw a different person, he would offer a different cigarette. This was Wang Defa's usual style, but it was taught to him by Lee Quancai.    

However, the best cigarettes that Wang Defa had in the past were only twenty yuan a box.    

However, Lee Quancai was able to take out the soft package Zhonghua, which proved that Lao Wang's turning over of the situation had greatly stimulated him, giving it his all.    

"Do your job well, I think highly of you."    

After Lee Quancai lit up the cigarette, Lee Nanfang patted his shoulder.    

Lee Quancai immediately held his head high and stuck his chest out. He was extremely excited, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.    

"This guy's kung fu when slapping the horse is worse than Lao Wang's. The highest realm of horse lapping is to moisten things silently, to care, not to form, just like Lao Tzu laps old Liang. "From this, it seems like he has already hit the ceiling as the leader of the security forces."    

Lee Quancai did not know that his performance had not only failed to gain Boss Lee's recognition, but instead made him feel like he could not bear the responsibility and still stood upright. After watching him enter the hall, Lee Quancai took out a piece of deer skin from his pocket and wiped it on the Bmw car.    

Along the way, Zi Fann was a staff member who knew Lee Nanfang. All of them greeted him with a smile and kept nodding and bowing.    

It was likely that Yue Zitong had never received such treatment in her company.    

This also proved that the saying "it is not scary to offend the leader, but it is scary to offend her family" was the truth.    

The door to the meeting room was ajar, and green smoke curled out from behind it.    

Lee Nanfang didn't need to look to know that Yue Zitong was smoking.    

Since she didn't smoke, no matter how addicted her subordinates were, they still had to endure it.    

Thinking about his aunt, whose skin was as white as snow, whose smiling face was like flowers, who was sexy, yet was infected with the demon of drug addiction, Lee Nanfang's good mood dropped. He didn't want to go back in, so he leaned against the corridor wall and looked up at the ceiling.    

Lee Nanfang already knew that the original recipe for # 1 was something Ye Xiaodao had concocted.    

He also knew that Ye Xiaodao had the ability to produce a number one poison, but he didn't have the ability to eliminate this poisonous demon.    

Lee Nanfang didn't blame him.    

In fact, he didn't even scold Helan Xiaoxin for making Yue Zitong become addicted to drugs.    

It was too late to complain now.    

He hoped that his collaboration with Mr. Wiesen could be activated as soon as possible. After dismembering Number 1, he would find a way to overcome it.    

Fortunately, there were still sixteen years until Yue Zitong would die, so there was no need to rush.    

"Everyone, from now on, our main task is to do it!" Everyone, from now on, our main task is to do it!    

Aunt's charming, dignified, and proud voice came from behind the door: "Deputy Director Qi just asked, will the Wu Steel Group's Boss Li agree to use black silk technology to arm our Fairy Beauty stocking? There's no need for that. The reason is very simple. The reason why he was able to develop the black silk technique was due to my complete control over it. Otherwise, he's stupid, which is why he gave me 50% of the shares. "