Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Nanyi's plane arrived in Xiangtang at 8:00 a.m. Beijing time after a layover in Dubai for refueling, about ten hours later than what he said.

In this way, he let Henri Monet leave first, but he and Sophie Marceau were still on the plane.

I slept half full on the plane and didn't get up until one o'clock in the afternoon. When I walked out of the VIP passage with Sophie Marceau in my arms, I hugged another little beauty on the way.

"Little girl, you dare to fly by yourself. How about cooperating with uncle and selling you to Shangougou for small money to buy delicious food?"

"Yeah, uncle, you should sell me, my father is too bad, he left me alone in New York, and he went to Paris by himself..." Nan Ruofing broke his merits and stopped accompanying me Nanyi acted, "Dad, is this your aunt in Faguo?"

"Huh? I don't think your words are ambiguous. You were told to recite ancient Chinese at the age of three, but by now you're going to be ABC."

"Hmph, Dad, do you have to ask me to replace 'that aunt' with 'girl'?" The little girl snorted and said arrogantly: "I didn't sleep well on the plane last night. An old man had asthma and was breathing in the middle of the night. Difficult, loud movement, woke me up."

"Oh, I really feel sorry for our family, Ruo Fing. Dad will provide you with an airplane as soon as possible. Gulfstream is already developing Gulfstream IV. When they start selling it, they will buy you one and spray your photo on the fuselage. superior.

In the future, you can pretend to be aggressive when you see people. I grow up so big that I don’t even have a car, only a small plane. I’m so miserable. "

"Dad, this auntie is so magical. I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you have become childish?" Nan Ruofeng looked Nanyi up and down with big eyes, then reached out and pinched his face, pulling his face, "It's not human skin Mask, wow, the current plastic surgery technology is so good, it looks really good."

"naughty."

Nan Yi held Nan Ruofing's little hand, and said to Sophie Marceau, "Sophie, this is Rachel, my daughter."

"Sophie Marceau, you are called sister, don't call me aunt."

Following the exchange of greetings between Nan Ruofing and Sophie Marceau, the three of them walked outside the airport and got into the car driven by Ruan Zhiping himself.

"Zhiping, watch on the road."

"Miss Zhao is not in Xiangcheng, she has gone to Taiyuan." Ruan Zhiping glanced at the rearview mirror, keenly grasping the core of Nanyi's words.

"Oh, it's all right, let's go back."

Nan Yi and Zhao Shixian had the least communication, and they spent less time together, which was a rare occurrence. If she saw Nan Yi with another woman by his side, he really couldn't say whether Zhao Shixian would turn his face on the spot.

After all, it's one thing to guess it, but it's another thing to bring it under the nose to be an eyesore.

The convoy drove slowly towards Repulse Bay. Suddenly, a sports car drove past Nanyi's seat. The speed was very fast, and the roof did not rise. Sitting in the driver's seat was a woman with slightly curly short permed hair.

Although he only glanced at it, he still recognized the woman.

Bo Qiong, the daughter of Bo 樗 [chū] Pu, recently fell in love with a male singer in Xiangsong. Their affairs are making a lot of noise. It is difficult for Nan Yi, who must read the newspaper every day, to know.

Bo Chipu is a tycoon in the gambling industry. He runs Canary Entertainment in Omen, the largest company in the gambling industry in Omen. Behind the prosperity of Canary Entertainment, there are blood and tears shed in Jingguan, which is piled up with bones.

The ancestors of the Bo family were Jews who came to Hong Kong to run a foreign firm, and their foreign firm did not do any serious business. Back then, the Bo family regarded Lin Zexu as a thorn in his side, so one can imagine what kind of business they were doing.

My ancestors sold opium and managed gambling and pornography on their own, but instead of a thunderbolt from the heavens to destroy the rich and ashes of the rich family, on the contrary, Bo Chipu was like a god to help him. In just a few decades, he has earned tens of billions of net worth, and he has a lot of beauties , There are as many children as crucian carp crossing the river.

"Danny? Adam, there is such a license plate here in Xiangxi?" Nanyi was thinking about the Bo family, when Sophie Marceau suddenly pointed to the right front through the window.

Nan Yi looked up and looked forward. On the other lane, the sports car he saw just now was parked there. He glanced at the license plate, then turned around and said to Sophie Marceau: "Yes, as long as you pay a little more money That’s fine, besides, there are still some single-digit license plates here in Xiangtang, and one or two pieces will be put up for auction every year.”

"That's great, there is no such license plate in Paris, otherwise, I will definitely make this kind of license plate." Sophie Marceau said enviously: "Adam, it's cool, isn't it?"

"Yes, although you can't hang such a cool license plate on your car, you can put cool names on your yacht, such as flat shoes."

"Yacht? I don't have a yacht..." Sophie Marceau replied subconsciously, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Adam, you want to send me a yacht?"

"Hmm, when you finish playing Joan of Arc, the yacht will appear in front of your eyes. I don't limit the size, and the decoration and decoration on the yacht are up to you." Nanyi said, from the briefcase beside him He took out a checkbook, "You can tear off a checkbook and fill in as much as you want, and all the money can be spent on the yacht."

"Adam, are you serious?" Sophie Marceau asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

Nan Yi nodded seriously, and stuffed the checkbook into Sophie Marceau's hand.

Opening the checkbook, Sophie Marceau glanced at the place where the amount was filled, then her face darkened, and the checkbook in her hand was thrown heavily at Nanyi's face.

That's not counting, with the flying checkbook, Sophie Marceau rushed towards Nanyi, "Bastard, Adam, you bastard, you are playing me."

Nan Yi laughed and avoided Sophie Marceau's attack.

Fill in the words casually, he said domineeringly, in fact, what he took out was a small check book, there were only seven blank spaces for filling in numbers, that is, it could cash up to $99,999.99, and only one penny was enough for 100,000 dollars.

"Hahaha, stop making trouble, I'm just joking with you." Nan Yi grabbed Sophie Marceau's hand, told her to sit down quietly, picked up the check book, and handed it to the person sitting on his left Nan Ruofing, "Father prepared it for you, you can open one a month, hehe, you can fill in as much as you want."

"Dad, what is this for me? Pocket money?"

"Yes and no, the upper limit is 1.2 million US dollars a year, which also includes the water, electricity and property taxes of the Columbus apartment, and the rest is what you can spend."

Nan Ruofing rolled her eyes, recalled the few receipts she had seen before, and then said with a smile: "There are still a lot left, thank you Dad."

"You're welcome. Dad didn't give you this money for free. This time, you don't have to go to the capital with your dad. You can stay in Xiangtang and see if you can use 100,000 US dollars to make money. At the end of next month, I will You need to check and accept the results, if you lose money, I will spank your ass."

"Huh? Dad, why don't you leave me here?"

"This time, Dad is going to the capital to deal with trivial matters. It's not fun for you to follow me, so you can stay in Xiangtang. You can do whatever you want to do business or invest in stocks or futures. Remember, you only have one month. Just focus on speculative business.”

"Oh, I see, but Dad, I don't understand stock futures, how do you want me to invest? You can't beat me just to make excuses, right?"

"Hehe, you think too much. Dad wants to beat you, so do you still need to find an excuse?"