Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"I want to be a mother." Liu Zhen said coldly.

"OK."

"snort!"

Seeing Nanyi's straightforward agreement, Liu Zhen quickly poured out the turbidity in her heart.

Nanyi did not hide Scarlett's pregnancy from Liu Zhen, she had already told her earlier, so Liu Zhen's reaction now is not so big.

Moreover, a long time ago, Nanyi confessed to Liu Zhen that his marriage is also a bargaining chip, which should be used to realize the greatest value.

Obviously, Liu Zhen also knew that she couldn't give Nanyi the "value" she wanted.

Apart from accepting the current result, she has no power to change it.

In three minutes, the world was back on track, and the two went out to continue the habits they had developed.

After returning from a walk, Nanyi rented back half of the bed he rented from Liu Zhen, a bed, a quilt, two pillows, and a pair of people.

Pillows are parallel and no longer overlapping, people are sometimes parallel and sometimes overlapping, the number of people is even, but the number that can be drawn is odd.

That night, both of them were sick, but Da Dong was sweating profusely...

Tomorrow, the sun is shining.

The heavy eyelids of the ants under the floor finally closed. After the catastrophe, a 128-magnitude earthquake occurred last night. It was a catastrophe. Countless ants died. Get relief supplies.

"Next month, I will be transferred to the preparatory committee." Liu Zhen said after taking a sip of gruel.

"Well, let's go. Next year, I will look for several regional banks to contact them, try to acquire three or four banks, and then slowly integrate them."

After speaking, Nanyi stuffed a quarter of the red fermented bean curd into his mouth and sucked it happily.

"An established private bank?"

"Europe and the United States are targeting them. It is not easy for Hong Kong to obtain a banking license. After a few licenses were released last year, they began to tighten up. Alas, it is a pity that there was no money last year, so I did not catch up. "

"There are so many small banks in Hong Kong, and one or two of them will fall if the economy fluctuates. Isn't the house price fluctuating? There must be some banks that can't support it?"

"It should be, pay attention to it after a while."

Nanyi shook the newspaper in his hand, and shook off the porridge grains that fell on it.

The newspaper said that the export of textiles has achieved gratifying results. In the North American and Japanese markets, Chinese products have surpassed Taiwan products, which had been leading before, and textiles have accounted for 32% of the total export value.

Between China and the United States, the see-saw negotiation on textile trade has begun.

Liu Zhen glanced at what Nanyi was watching, and said, "Taking advantage of this general trend, do you want to invest in the textile industry?"

"No, the Nan family will continue to take the road of specialization, focusing on the development of a few fields, and the rest will appear as a venture capital. The financial part will be in charge of you in the future, and I will concentrate on farming myself."

"Since venture capital is involved, isn't that casting a wide net?"

"It's the same, it's not the same. In the future, a small amount of manpower and energy will be used to leverage a vast field. Pan Am Holdings will only have fewer than a hundred people, but what it will leverage in the future will be hundreds of billions of dollars in capital.

To put it simply, in the future, capital operations will be the main focus instead of operations. "

"Playing Santa and throwing money around?"

"Well, it makes sense. Others are angel investors, so I will be a Christmas investor." Nan Yi had a strange smile on his face, "Little girl, do you want a man, grandpa will give you one."

"Virtue." Liu Zhen spat and put down her bowl, "You wash the dishes, I'm going to work."

"Go."

Nan Yi ate slowly, and only put down the bowl and chopsticks after he finished reading the newspaper in his hand.

After he cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, Men San'er's voice came from the yard.

"What's the matter, didn't you just come here yesterday?"

"Something happened. Li Xiangrong came to me early this morning and said that the Longshun City Chinese Furniture Factory kept a large amount of precious Ming and Qing red sandalwood, golden silk Nan and huanghuali wood furniture that were acquired in the past ten years. They are still unowned. things.

The factory wants to sell these items at a low price, Mr. Nan, those are good items, do you want to take them? "

"It's not just Xiangrong who knows the news, right?"

"There are quite a few people who know the news. Let me tell you, when the furniture factory threw out the news, even that bastard Lou Xiaoyuan became agitated. Not only him, but also a woman in Forty-Nine City Jump up."

"In Sijiu City? Who? Manchurian?"

"My name is Fulihua, she is Zhenghuangqi, this woman is not simple, it is rumored outside that this woman has eaten Tang monk meat, and she has a very good brain.

She dropped out of school in her early years and wandered outside. On the surface, she was a sewing girl, but secretly she was collecting antiques from the rebels at a low price in the 1960s.

Master Nan, she got rich much earlier than us.

Just two months ago, this woman transformed into a Xiangxi native, but she is still staying in the capital. "

"You're telling me legendary stories, you still eat Tang's monk meat, and I fucking slept with Tang's monk. Those Manchus in Sijiu City, many of their ancestors are high-ranking officials, and the rotten boat still has three thousand nails. They have capital. Not surprising."

As soon as Nan Yi heard Men San'er mentioned his name, he knew who this was. He would have a lot of property in the future, but he was also a person whose first pot of gold came from a mystery.

Hearing what Men San'er said now, it can be regarded as solving his confusion.

However, he scoffed at what Men San'er said, the romance story is not as reliable as his own version that married an 80-year-old Hollywood female star.

"Master Nan, what do you say, Bao Yuan?"

Nan Yi pondered for a while and said, "Show your Li Jiapo's identity, give us dollars, and shake everyone else out."

"Okay!" Men San'er clapped his hands and shouted, "Oh, no, I don't have so many dollars in my hand."

"Borrowing from Shan の Wei, both sides are joint ventures between us and Wei Min, so it's easy to talk."

"Understood, I'm going to find Xiangrong now."

After Men San'er finished speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Man San'er moved very quickly. At noon, he negotiated with the furniture factory. The antique furniture in their warehouse was 300,000 US dollars in one pot. The factory leader heard that it was US dollars, and the price was so high.

In the afternoon, when the others got the news, Man San'er was already organizing the loading of the car. These things have to be transported to Shanghai quickly, and staying in the capital will only lead to long nights and dreams.

When Lou Xiaoyuan heard the news and knew that the furniture was bought by Men San'er, his beard almost crooked, "Zhu Zi, Shu Zi, you dare to grab even the things that the old man likes."

When Fulihua heard the news, she stomped her feet angrily, "What a wonderful item, it was sold out for 300,000 yuan. What kind of character is Man Saner?"

On Nanyi's side, I looked through the ledgers and catalogs submitted by Ke Jianzhen and Li Xiangrong respectively. In total, there were 70,000 to 80,000 antiques, large and small, and most of them were high-quality goods. As for the money, it costs several million yuan to convert it into RMB.

Uh, Nanyi is consoling himself. The state-run cultural relics stores are all in US dollars. If you calculate one to ten, he has spent at least 30 million yuan.

After closing the ledger, Nanyi read silently: "With this amount, it's almost the same, and it's meaningless to have more. Things need to be stored in another place. Last time I saw there seemed to be an air-raid shelter next to Fang's mansion. You can put this The air-raid shelter was bought together with the Fang Mansion."

After thinking about it, Nan Yi ran to the foreign-related office building, and hung up a call to Fang Mengyin in Shan の Wei's office.

"Grandma, the affairs of the Fang Mansion cannot be delayed until next year."

"What's wrong?"

"I have a lot of antiques in my hand, and I have no place to store them. You know there is an air-raid shelter next to the Fang mansion, right?"

"I don't know, but it's normal if there are. A few years ago, air-raid shelters were dug everywhere in the country. The basement in my yard was not so big before, and it was also expanded in those years."

"Well, let's take a trip, your wish is fulfilled, by the way..."

"By the way, buy the air-raid shelter?"

"Of course I have to buy this one, but that's not what I want to say. There are many old villas in Shanghai. I will prepare 15 million US dollars for you. You can buy as many as you can."

"Then you should be able to buy a few buildings. I don't think the Fang Mansion will cost much. Two million dollars is definitely enough."

Nan Yi said: "Well, you can get a good deal, no matter how much you can buy, half of them are named Nan and half are named Fang."

"Grandson, you have a heart." Fang Mengyin smiled happily on the phone.

Nanyi meant that half of the house was handed over to Fang Mengyin, and she could give it to the eldest nephew who hadn't been found yet.

"In addition, I took a courtyard house for my family."

"I see, let's do this first, I will arrange my work and go to Shanghai as soon as possible."

Fang Mengyin was noncommittal, and Nanyi couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a while, so he could only say: "Okay, I will send the money to your personal account."

Nan Yi has always tried to avoid talking about the Nan family with Fang Mengyin. He is justifiable, but Fang Mengyin seldom mentions it, which is a bit strange.

In particular, Nanyi has never been short of Fang Mengyin's expenses. She still has tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in her own hands, but she has never made any move to help Nan's family.

Could it be that she was really disappointed in Nan Huaiqiu?

If he couldn't figure it out for a while, he didn't waste his brain cells thinking about it, just let it go.

Even if another "mother" pops up again, Nanyi will face it calmly, and the most is to pay an extra household. I'm afraid that this "mother" has a small family background, so if she wants to play any emotional compensation games, it will be boring.

This possibility, Nan Yi is not a mediocre person, his appearance can still find a little bit of Nan Huaiqiu's shadow, but he can't find any similarities with Yi Jinru at all, his son looks like his mother!

I hope the simpler the better, there will be no bloody plots.

Nanyi sat in the office for a while, then greeted the club staff and left.

Shan の Wei's Nanyi era has passed, and now it has entered the Mensaner era, so he doesn't want to declare any more sovereignty here.

Back at the old bungalow, for some reason, Nan Yi suddenly felt a little cold in the living room.

He took out the coal stove, pulled out some olive charcoal from the snakeskin bag in the corner of the yard, tore half a newspaper, kneaded it into a ball, stuffed it into the coal stove, lit it, put a few pieces of charcoal on the newspaper, and waited for the charcoal to burn. It turned red, and a little charcoal was added.

Go to the kitchen and find the unused water bottle, scrub it clean, add some water to it, sprinkle some high foam, throw a red date, put the water bottle into the coal stove, and put it on the chair. Paralyzed, he put his feet up, and hummed "Black Tiger Sitting on the Stage" in Qin Opera.

In fact, Nanyi doesn't know how to hum at all, so he can roughly hum the tune, the kind that takes away the tone, but it's okay, this is what you want to drink lazy man tea.

Cans of tea, drink a can for a day, I will do nothing.

It's rare for Nanyi to be so at ease. For more than half a day, he really didn't do anything except add charcoal.

He didn’t cook, and he was too lazy to go out to eat, so he asked the tiger cub to buy some pancakes to make pancakes, throw them directly on the charcoal fire, wait for the surface to be burnt black, rub it with his hands, and just drink tea Eat some biscuits to pad your stomach.

When Liu Zhen came back, Nan Yi was still paralyzed.

It was quite cold outside, Liu Zhen breathed into her hands as soon as she walked into the living room, looked at the dining table, sniffed, but didn't smell any smell of food.

"Didn't you cook?"

"No, there are still two pancakes on the table, you can bake them on the fire."

"It's cold, you let me eat this?"

"You white face, I won't wrong you." Nan Yi said weakly.

Seeing that Nan Yi was in a bad state, Liu Zhen hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you today?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly found that I haven't had a good rest for more than six years, and today I suddenly don't want to do anything, just stay here as a lazy man. Don't worry about me, go out to find something to eat when you are hungry, I will Eat pancakes."

Hearing what Nan Yi said, Liu Zhen immediately realized: "Yes, my man has been busy these few years, either studying or making money, running around, never being idle for a moment, he should take a good rest rest."

"Lie down slowly, and I'll cook. If you're tired, give yourself a vacation."

"No, I can't rest. There are still many children in Africa who can't fill their stomachs. When I think of them, my heart is like a knife... No, I can't be decadent. I have to fight. Zhener, help me put the diary Take it here, I will donate 100,000 tons of flour to them in the diary."

"Come on, don't do it, just lie down." Liu Zhen gave Nan Yi a gouged look, then turned and went into the kitchen.

"You don't believe me, I really know how to donate, I'm not joking."

"Oh, I got it, I got it." Liu Zhen said perfunctorily.

"Hmph, look down on people."

This time, Nan Yi was really not joking. He really had a plan to donate flour in some African countries. There was no word "cheating" in front of the donation, and there was no international in front of his name, so he couldn't be fooled.

The donation must be a real donation, but he also hopes that the person being donated can donate some ugly and ugly stones to him, preferably the shiny or golden ones.

"The whipping made people full of anger, and the seventh-rank officer couldn't do anything in the courtroom. Li Qingruo went to the Qi court to meditate, and it's really abominable for me to be bullied by the boss. How this case will end, I think about it... ummmmmmmmm Well……"

Nan Yi howled twice, and immediately forgot his words again. In order to cover up his embarrassment, he immediately seamlessly switched from Qin Opera to Yue Opera.

"Sister Liu fell from the sky, like a light cloud that just came out of Xiu. I only said that he was a rough and frivolous person in his belly, but he turned out to have a clear and strange bone, demure like a flower shining in water, and his actions were like the wind supporting a willow. Eyebrows... eyebrows, Fuck... forgot again."

"I said Nanyi, you have to finish singing or shut up." Liu Zhen poked her head out of the kitchen and glanced at Nanyi, and said angrily.

Liu Zhen was delighted when she heard Nanyi sing "Sister Liu", but who knew he was so hard on people.

"Thinking back when Lao Tzu's team just opened, there were only a dozen people with seven or eight guns..."