Strongest Guard

The yellow light bulb was on, and the exposed cord of the old TV was still there. Helan Xiaoxin could guarantee that if she were to seek death now, there would be no one to stop her.    

    

But she didn't want to die.    

    

Not only did he not want to die, he also wanted to live a strong life, no matter what kind of torture or pain he encountered.    

    

Because only by living could she continue to advise Fu Su, who had lost the initiative — if possible.    

    

Ever since Holan Fusu had mentioned the name of that place, Helan Xiaoxin no longer had any use for Helan Family.    

    

Whether one died or lived, the Helan Family would not care anymore.    

    

This was the so-called kinship within the Wealthy Class.    

    

Not to mention a cousin, even a blood brother would fight for his own interests and attack his competitors with all they had.    

    

However, Helan Xiaoxin would not blame anyone for that. At this point in time, she did not hate Helan Qunxing at all.    

    

Because she felt that if it was Helan Qunxing, she would have done it even more cruelly than this, just like when she dealt with Lee Nanfang at Golden Triangle back then.    

    

Compared to Helan Xiaoxin, who was supposed to be kind to women, Helan Qunxing, who was in charge of draining her, was still too tender.    

    

If she was Helan Qunxing, she'd be in the military prison tonight.    

    

There was no need to worry about what responsibility Wang Jin would take, because only the dead Helan Xiaoxin would have lost the chance to make a comeback.    

    

Helan Qunxing did not do so.    

    

That was because he was certain that he did not have to bear the "crime" of killing his sister. He had to follow the legal procedures, and Helan Xiaoxin did not have any chance to survive.    

    

At the very most, she would make a lot of money while she waited for her sentence.    

    

Of course, Holan Fusu could also plan a prisoner robbery operation.    

    

Helan Qunxing also believed that with Holan Fusu's ability, he would definitely succeed.    

    

However, he did not stop them. Instead, he hoped that Holan Fusu would do so.    

    

If Holan Fusu really did that, then he would be completely removed from the list of the third generation successors to the Helan Family.    

    

How could a dignified Helan Family appoint a person who went against the laws of the country to become the Patriarch?    

    

Helan Xiaoxin felt that Fu Su would not do that.    

    

Her next mission was to survive.    

    

She wanted to come up with a set of development plans for her brother before the death sentence was passed on, a plan that would last for ten years!    

    

Although she had already lost those chips that were used as wealth, the huge benefits that Helan Xiaoxin had created for her Helan Family all these years still allowed Holan Fusu to have a certain advantage over Helan Qunxing.    

    

Then, how to maintain this advantage, until Fu Su was firmly on the position of the family head, was the work that Helan Xiaoxin had to do now.    

    

She wasn't worried about not being able to tell Fu Su about the plan after thinking it through.    

    

In accordance with formal legal procedures, a gunman may meet with his family before his death.    

    

Even if they couldn't meet, she was confident that she would be able to deliver the whole plan.    

    

Don't ask her why she's so confident, it's just because she's Helan Xiaoxin!    

    

The sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor.    

    

"Hehe, everything is as I wish. "Helan Qunxing, although you're a man, you're not as good as me."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin laughed softly as the iron gate opened.    

    

Wang Jin personally led the team and stood by the door. "Helan Xiaoxin, you will be transferred to the local prison. Is there anything to pack? "    

    

"Apart from this prison, this bed, this broken television."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin touched her hair and said flatly, "And you guys too. As long as it's something I can take away, pack it up well. "    

    

This attitude was rather rude.    

    

But Wang Jin wasn't unhappy at all.    

    

As long as he could send this mistress away, not to mention taking away all her belongings, he could even give her some things.    

    

Due to her special status, Helan Xiaoxin didn't wear a black hood when she was escorted out of the cell.    

    

The sky had already brightened.    

    

The heavy snow had stopped.    

    

The bright red sun rose from the east, shining brightly on the snow.    

    

The cold wind blew Helan Xiaoxin's hair and hit her face, but she just stared to the east like she didn't know it. She didn't move for a long time.    

    

Looking at his watch, Wang Jin couldn't help but remind her, "Helan Xiaoxin, it's time."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin turned around and asked him, "Do you have today's newspaper?"    

    

Today's newspaper had just been placed on the table, and it was immediately taken away by the Qingshan City citizens who had already gathered at the kiosk.    

    

Many people hated the heavy snow from last night.    

    

If it hadn't been for the snow, they would have gone shopping last night.    

    

If you stroll around, you might be able to reach the International Convention and Exhibition Center.    

    

After all, Qingshan's international Fashion Festival, which had been producing "difficult births" for a long time, had produced a certain amount of negative effects and thus attracted people's attention.    

    

Since there was nothing to do, they decided to take a look.    

    

What the f * ck? There was even a free booth at the back.    

    

It was free. Seeing that the models were very dedicated, they could go over and support them.    

    

This support is great -- see Croft wait for the supermodel of the world.    

    

Being able to witness the international supermodel's long legs, no, no, it was a peerless beauty, moreover it was free of charge, this was too worthwhile, he was definitely going to brag about himself in the future.    

    

However, because of the damn heavy snow last night, the big guy couldn't leave his house and missed this supermodel show that could be described as a grand occasion.    

    

Many people knew this because of the good habit of looking at WeChat when they opened their eyes in the morning.    

    

Secondly, on their way to work, they would listen to others brazenly bragging about how close they were to the supermodel last night. All they needed to do was to reach out and hug it.    

    

The citizens had already formed a good habit of buying newspapers whenever something big happened.    

    

WeChat was fine too, but the problem was that it wasn't as real as holding a newspaper in your hand.    

    

"Holy shit, it really is Victoria!"    

    

A young man threw in ten dollars and stopped looking for change. He anxiously flipped to the entertainment section, took one look, and started shouting at the top of his lungs.    

    

"Croft, it's really Croft!" "Little baby, why didn't you inform Big Brother by phone earlier when you came to Qingshan?"    

    

An even more irrational diaosi actually held the newspaper in front of so many people and madly kissed it.    

    

Luckily, the newspaper had a picture of Croft, not herself.    

    

Otherwise, this bro would definitely kiss a mouthful of salty --    

    

The people who had paid attention to the party last night were all attracted by the supermodel photos in the newspapers, but very few people cared what the content said.    

    

He was still a woman who couldn't bear to see a snitch, so he snorted and said, "Hmph, a bunch of useless vulgarities."    

    

"Hey, grandma, who are you calling vulgar?"    

    

A youth with sharp ears was displeased when he heard the woman selling the newspaper. "Am I vulgar, or is it that my Croft vulgar?"    

    

Seeing the young man's pimpled face and his experienced newspaper auntie, she knew that this guy who had such a male hormone secreting urgently was an explosive. She couldn't afford to offend him, so she quickly replied, "Of course I'm saying that whatever f * cker is vulgar."    

    

"That's Croft, not Ke Fu!"    

    

"Ah, yes, yes, it's Croft."    

    

The woman was nodding her head repeatedly to show that he was right. The young man raised his hand and slammed it onto the newsstand. He glared at her and said, "You can call me vulgar, but you can't call my Croft vulgar!" How is my Croft vulgar? Ang, tell me, where is she vulgar? Which eye of yours saw that she's so vulgar! "    

    

The bull-like fierceness of the young man frightened the newspaper seller. "Little, young man, don't misunderstand. It's not that I'm saying your family's Croft is vulgar, it's just that it's in the newspapers! "    

    

"The papers?"    

    

Only then did people realize that they had not read the contents of the report carefully.    

    

Lee Nanfang was looking carefully.    

    

Look at it word for word, including every punctuation mark.    

    

After the performance last night, he did not go home. Instead, he went to the company headquarters with Dung Shixiong and the others to carry out a detailed summary and analysis of the events that occurred during the performance last night.    

    

Without a doubt, with the addition of an international supermodel like Croft, coupled with Zhan Fei's classic advertising show, it was definitely a success. Saying that it was the most successful show of all the Fashion Festival in the country wasn't a waste.    

    

Don't forget that Croft and the others were all supermodels of their own world. Now that all seven of them had gathered at the Green Mountain, it would be difficult for them to not cause a sensation if they didn't succeed in the same brand.    

    

But look at what's in the newspaper!    

    

"Lowly"!    

    

This was the title of Nanfang's black silk show that was published in the "Qingshan Daily".    

    

It was accompanied by a large photo of Croft.    

    

In the photo, Croft was walking at the very front of the T-shaped stage with her left hand on her waist. Her right knee was bent and her body was slightly bent forward, making the bold and unrestrained movements of her chest seem even more exaggerated.    

    

The high frequency camera accurately captured the instant when she was winking at the audience while using her right hand's little finger to cut through the black silk.    

    

When the black line was half destroyed, half of her bare legs were exposed.    

    

"There is no doubt that modeling is a very enviable profession. They, too, were tasked with the mission of displaying and spreading beauty like the world. A real model show, that was an art shared by the common folk. Instead, it was a vulgar performance that drew the eyes with color cyan.    

    

I'm sorry.    

    

"Last night, at the product showcase event held by Qingshan International Exhibition Center, Nanfang Group invited Croft, who has been famous for a long time, to help them, but their performance was contrary to the purpose of spreading artistic beauty to the world."    

    

Spread thousands of words, quotes from the classics, exposition after the summary into two words, vulgar.    

    

Almost all the newspapers that could be bought on the streets were all surrounded by the word "vulgar", scolding Nanfang's black silk.    

    

Even Zhan Fei, who was filming the advertising film for Nanfang Group, couldn't escape the wrath of the media.    

    

Journalists also visited a cultural major and asked her to talk about the big show.    

    

That big shot's speech was even more agitated than what was written in the newspaper.    

    

Looking at her beaded face, Lee Nanfang recalled what she said in the news: "This is no longer a vulgar question, but a red fruit.    

    

It is to mislead our national public's love view, poison the pure hearts of our teenagers.    

    

On behalf of the seven million people of Qingshan, I hereby put forward a serious protest to the Nanfang Group, which organized the event.    

    

Once again, I appeal to all citizens not to buy the black silk of Nanfang that they produce.    

    

We have to be brave enough to say no to vulgarity.    

    

Tell Nanfang Group, get out of here, Qingshan! "