C742 Who Is That Pretender?
C742 Who Is That Pretender?
He liked the feeling of being able to turn himself into a beast when Japan women were in front of him.
However, if Shangdao Yinghua did not change, then Japan that large cake which had a net profit of over a hundred million would have to be ceded to others.
Not everyone could replace Shangdao Yinghua's position in the Japan and drug world.
After all, she was the legal and proper wife of the Duke of Japan, and had the advantage of being the successor that no one else could take her place.
Lee Nanfang chose the latter over the huge profits and choices that would make Shangdao Yinghua happy.
He was prepared to send a horse to stab her, and after ruthlessly fishing a fortune, he would bring her to China and raise her as a Golden Silk Bird.
To be able to give up hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of pure profit for a woman, this proved that Lee Nanfang was a man …
However, Shangdao Yinghua had gone against his wishes.
She hoped that she could prove by her actions that she was not only attractive to Li Jun in bed, but also a good partner in his career.
When she cut off Xi Mu's head with one slash and his body was splashed with fountain of blood, the scream that came out of her mouth came from the phone. Lee Nanfang's eyebrows twitched a few times before he ended the call.
That woman, who was tortured by the drug lord to such an extent, had to submit. For the sake of his career, she made a great change in such a short time. What reason did Lee Nanfang have to not do his proper business?
Of course, even if he had to do proper business, there was no need for Boss Lee to be courteous.
Firstly, when he was in the mall, he was like a little white person with six orifices. He dealt with those evil merchants and got fucked. He might even say that it was very comfortable.
Secondly, he did not want to learn from Zhuge Liang. He grabbed onto small matters and died of exhaustion in the fifteen zhang area.
If you want to be one, you have to be the big boss behind the scenes.
Hiding behind the scenes, instructing his little brother to make money for him, he would free up some time to pick up girls for coffee and then go to the countryside to contract two acres of land.
Originally, Boss Lee wanted to leave this task to Dung Shixiong.
However, his aunt would jump out, cry and shout, wanting to work for him and earn money. She would even sacrifice her looks at the cost of studying cooking — alas, Lee Nanfang had no reason to refuse, so he could only let her be.
The more he thought about it, the more pleased he became. However, thinking about how Brother Lu was still suffering, seeing that he was wholeheartedly serving the people and giving face to Chiang Morann, Lee Nanfang gave up on the idea of sleeping well under the sun.
He found the phone number Jinghong Ming gave him and dialed it.
No one picked up the call after the beep, so Lee Nanfang was a bit impatient: "Who is this? Why is he acting so arrogantly?"
Actually, no one's phone was always by their side. It was normal for no one to pick it up.
Lee Nanfang was a bit impatient, but he was mainly affected by Jinghong Ming.
When Jinghong Ming told him this phone number, his tone was filled with faint disdain, misleading Lee Nanfang. He thought that the person he recommended was not a very amazing person.
The third time he called, someone finally answered the phone. The tone was very light, without salt: "Hello, who is this?"
"Me."
Lee Nanfang asked snappily, "You took so long to answer the phone?"
"I was shitting."
"I …"
"Who are you? "How did you know my cell phone number?"
"I'm Lee Nanfang."
Lee Nanfang took out a cigarette, lit it with a cigarette in his mouth, and said: "You may not have heard of my name, but that's not important. The important thing is that I have something to tell you. As for you, you'd better do as I say. Otherwise, someone will cause trouble for you. "
"Lee Nanfang?"
There was a clear fluctuation in the tone of the person on the other end of the phone. "Mu Zili, Jack of Yanfei, Nanfang?"
This sentence was something that people like to say when they introduced themselves. Very few people said the words that they liked to hear the most after hearing his name.
This eased his dissatisfaction towards the man a little, and he nodded his head, "Yes, I am the Lee Nanfang that you speak of. Um, you should know Director-general Jinghong from Supreme Security Office, right? "
A woman's voice suddenly came from the phone.
With a foreign accent, with disdain, with — In short, this woman who suddenly interrupted, made Boss Lee suddenly realize that he might have done something wrong: "Isn't it that guy who always pretends to be cool all the time? Hubby, who the hell is this Lee Nanfang? How dare he talk to you in such a tone? "
He dared to say that Jinghong Ming was a guy that pretended to be cool all day, how many people could be found in China?
Even those who hated him to the point of gnashing their teeth would not look down on him like that.
Only respect him.
Lee Nanfang felt dizzy and quickly spat out the cigarette in his mouth. He held the phone with both hands and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, may I know who you are?"
The woman on the other side said, "This bastard knows how to speak kindly to you now. Ignore him, the roast meat is already fried. "
The man said, "Arena, take the kids to play first. I want to have a talk with this bastard alone."
Lee Nanfang felt cold sweat appear on his forehead and once again respectfully asked who the other party was.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you called me for something."
The man replied in the same way Lee Nanfang answered.
Since the other party was unwilling to say more, Lee Nanfang could not continue asking. Thus, he could only briefly narrate the matter regarding Lv Mingliang.
Finally, he specifically emphasized that this phone number was recommended to him by Jinghong Ming.
The man didn't talk about Jinghong Ming with him, he was just a little surprised: "Just such a small thing, do you need me to personally step in?"
This was another posturing.
Lee Nanfang said in his heart.
Zi Fann is self-proclaimed "I am an old man", in Lee Nanfang's eyes are all posturing.
The difference was that some people were qualified to act tough, while others were only there to act tough.
As for the man on the other side of the phone, whether he was qualified or pretended to be, Lee Nanfang wasn't in the mood to judge. He only said: "This matter seems to have something to do with Dali and Duan Clan."
Knowing that Deputy Dean Duan was most likely someone from the Dali, this was what Yue Zitong had told him.
It seemed that Lee Nanfang had already guessed Deputy Dean Duan's origin when he called Jinghong Ming yesterday, but he didn't say anything.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Alright, I understand. "Just you wait."
Only then did the man understand. After saying "wait", a beep sounded from Lee Nanfang's phone.
The call ended.
"You want me to wait? How long would he have to wait? Don't wait until the cucumber vegetables get cold, but there's no movement from your side. "
Looking at the darkened screen of his phone, Lee Nanfang cursed in a low voice. He wanted to call the man back, or he might as well call Jinghong Ming and find out who this person was.
However, he decided against it.
If Lv Mingliang was really taken down by someone, it wouldn't be too late for Lee Nanfang to think of a solution for him.
Although that would damage his reputation as Lv Mingliang, the government was a place that followed the rules. They couldn't act rashly just for the sake of face.
"Who the hell is that poser?"
With this question in mind, Lee Nanfang returned home. After drinking a can of beer, it was already noon.
After casually eating a bowl of noodles, Lee Nanfang drove out of Yue Family's Villa.
The day before yesterday, he had promised Old Liang that he would go to his house as a guest and that he would meet an expert on the way.
To be a guest at someone else's house, he couldn't possibly go empty-handed, right? He had to buy something.
If it was a normal family, they could just buy some gifts that caught their eyes in the supermarket.
However, Old Liang's family couldn't do that. If the gift was bought lightly, it would make people feel that it was rude.
He might have bought something heavy, but others might think that he was trying to bribe them.
Go with your hands free — others think you must have a bank card in your pocket.
"F * ck, visiting these officials' homes is such a torture."
As Jack cursed, he suddenly remembered that there was a box of "white and black" Nanfang Black Silk in the back of the car.
This was what Dung Shixiong had placed on him when he went home last night. He said that he could bring out a packet if he wanted to meet someone of a certain class.
It didn't matter if he was an ordinary person. After all, it was a set of two pairs of "White and Black" sets that were initially priced at twelve hundred yuan.
"I'm really unlucky to be able to sell my socks for six hundred yuan a pair."
After blaming himself in his heart, Lee Nanfang tried to advise himself: "But compared to those fifty cents' worth of cold medicine, if I change the packaging, my name would sell for more than a hundred drug dealers. I have a pretty good conscience in the industry. After all, you can't not take medicine without getting sick, but when you're on the streets, you don't necessarily have to wear my black hair. "
At two in the afternoon, Lee Nanfang arrived at the entrance of Provincial Hall Family Courtyard.
It's not something you can casually enter.
Not only do you have to register, but you have to be notified by the head of the household to be sure you want to see him before you are allowed in.
Just when Lee Nanfang got out of the car and was about to go register, a young lady in a white coat walked over and greeted him with a smile: "Hi, Lee Nanfang, welcome to my house."
Lee Nanfang turned around and looked at the lively Young Woman. She looked familiar, as if she had seen her before. "Hehe, how are you? Are you Uncle Liang's daughter?"
He had said that he would welcome Boss Lee as a guest at her house. It would be too stupid if he could not guess who it was.
"What's that?" Just call me Xiaoyan, Liang Xiaoyan. "
Young Woman pursed her lips into a smile and stretched out her white hands, asking for a handshake, "Looking at your blank face, you must have forgotten that we met in the Western Restaurant that time."
Liang Lili was more charming than a flower, and had a cheerful personality. She was the kind of woman that men liked to befriend the most.
After Liang Xiaoyan mentioned the Western Restaurant, Lee Nanfang suddenly thought of that time when Bai Linger treated him. In the end, he "bumped into" Yue Zitong and Feng Yuntine inside the restaurant, as well as that old classmate of Bai Linger's. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. You look much younger and prettier than last time."
There was no woman who didn't like to be praised as younger and prettier than before, whether it was for the truth or lies.
Just like how no woman could resist the temptation of Nanfang's black silk.
Just as Jack took out a few pairs of black silk, Liang Lili grabbed it and shouted exaggeratedly, "Wow, is this the famous Nanfang's black silk? I was going to buy a pair of them tomorrow, but you brought them. Brother Nanfang, you are indeed timely. "From now on, just call me Song Jiang."
"Surely not? Just a few pairs of socks. "
Although Lee Nanfang said this, he was secretly pleased. The gift he brought this time was indeed the right one.
There was a trick to giving gifts to the Leader. It was that it didn't matter what he liked, as long as his family liked it.
"How many pairs of socks?" Is that all? "
Leong Xiaoyan hugged her socks, her face was full of eagerness as she casually said, "Do you know how unscrupulous the manufacturers are? A pair of socks that could be broken with a single tick could cost six hundred yuan. Hmph, why don't they just snatch it? "