Great Entrepreneur of the Universe

Chapter 183 A very reasonable way to solve a thousand worries by getting drunk

On a new day, at eight o'clock in the morning, Xiang Nanfang got up as usual, washed up, and had breakfast without any flaws. Watching Wang Shouliang and several girlfriends show affection during breakfast time, she also smiled the whole time, and everyone responded like a lady.

It wasn't until he got into the passenger seat of the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz and the car drove out of Wang's house that Xiang Nannan's face fell, and he glanced at Mr. Wang numbly, "I feel like I'm a little broken."

"You can't be an alcoholic for a while, drinking three times a day? Mr. Wang, can you help me stabilize my mentality?"

"Would you like to introduce me to some psychiatrists?"

Wang Shouliang nodded and smiled, "To put it bluntly, you are a bit of a social death in front of me personally. You also have to face me often because you just asked me to help arrange a new job."

"If the situation were different and you couldn't see me, with your behavior this morning, you would be able to suppress it easily."

"You can find a psychiatrist if you want. I'll make a call right now."

Xiang Nanfang's expression finally gained some life, but she still shook her head, "I was just anxious, so I casually said, let me confess to the psychiatrist that this is not a social death case like you mentioned, and there is another insider." ?”

"How about I think more about it?"

Wang Shouliang couldn't laugh or cry again, nodded and said no more.

The bulletproof Audi passed the customs all the way and was driving on the streets of Sheung Shui. Xiang Nanfang suddenly said, "I have something I can't figure out right now. Can you help me?"

"I was drunk in the afternoon. I wanted to indulge myself and do something silly because of the alcohol. You were so swollen that it was terrifying..."

"Why don't you feel anything when I get drunk at night, show off, and give up on myself? I'm not ugly, right? You don't suffer either."

Wang Shouliang stared at Xiang Nannan speechlessly for dozens of seconds again, then drove the car to a no-man's land and stopped.

When Xiang Beifang introduced his sister to him again and again, he really had no idea about Xiang Nanfang at first. He couldn't see anyone anyway, but he just knew that such a beautiful girl existed.

She is sweet and cute, but she is gone as soon as she thinks about it.

Now that I've been together for a long time, I actually think it's pretty good-looking after watching it for a long time. Occasionally, my brain gets excited, and I think she's young and beautiful... His hobbies are so damn and dedicated, and attractive-looking sweet girls seem to be good too.

A few minutes later.

When Wang Shouliang sat down, Xiang Nannan blushed again, but she still licked the corner of her mouth, and the breath of life in her expression became stronger, "They are all damn devils. Drinking makes things worse. Hey, you turn out to be smooth-tongued too." of."

Miss Xiang has really come to life. She indulges herself and has smoother results and development. "We agreed in advance that in front of my family, your family, and colleagues in the company, I will be a big gift." Come gilded little transparent.”

"Trying to take advantage of each other when no one is around in private? No one will suffer."

"We are both single men and unmarried women. When I finish the gilding and return to Nandu, we can just pretend it never happened. How about that?"

When Xiang Nanfang negotiated seriously with Wang Shouliang like a lady, Mr. Wang's fists hardened.

He rubbed his forehead and complained, "I know that good girls from rich families are easily attracted to bad boys. You can also stimulate the suspension bridge effect under certain circumstances."

"Coupled with the adrenaline explosion in a life-or-death crisis, after I am embarrassed, my mentality becomes unbalanced and I lose control of various emotions."

"I was also a scumbag. I saw that young and beautiful people are prone to decline. It's okay now. It's just a verbal quarrel. Your mentality has improved a lot."

"I'll give you a few more days to cool down and think about it seriously."

"We are all adults, and we must be responsible for ourselves in any choice we make, but we are developing too fast, and the conditions you proposed are also very inappropriate."

Xiang Nanfang burst into laughter suddenly, and the dimples in her charming smile became even sweeter. She rubbed her belly and sighed, "You are right, we are all choosing each other after being stimulated..."

"We're already having a quarrel anyway, why don't we talk for a while longer? I haven't been in love much, and I'm a little obsessed with your negotiation skills."

After saying that, she unbuckled her seatbelt and took action.

She is also a rich and beautiful woman, a child of high-ranking officials, and there is really no shortage of suitors. She has simply chosen a development path within the system, and her image must be stable. She has also defined her self-image as a lady for more than 20 years, and she is young and has a high vision... …

In short, that's all.

Yesterday was so bad that she wanted to commit suicide. The feeling of having a tongue full of lotus flowers and the feeling of rejuvenation in her mental state made her want to let go even more.

She still had some doubts that the helping hand that made her die after lunch yesterday was a dream or hallucination. She must have misunderstood because she was not clear-headed.

Now to verify.

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At around ten o'clock in the morning, when Song Qingyuan arrived at Mr. Wang's chairman's office on the top floor of Mingke Building, he saw Xiang Nanfang sitting on the sofa in the reception area drinking tea with a sense of restraint and nervousness.

Seeing him, Xiang Nanfang clearly felt as if he had met Xiao Tieqi when he was out, and he suddenly calmed down a lot.

Song Qingyuan cupped his hands and greeted Wang Shouliang with a smile, "Mr. Wang, you are so generous that you even sent gold plating from the south? This girl is lucky to know you."

"I will first thank Mr. Wang on behalf of my Uncle Xiang. I will definitely make up for the debt I owe as soon as possible."

Wang Shouliang was helpless. He put down a document and complained, "Okay, we are not outsiders. Don't be so arrogant. You and your brothers and sisters from the north and south have all grown up. What she came to do this time is the same as you. You Take her with you."

"Her family is not short of money. Except for giving me a ride in the morning and evening, you can take care of the rest."

Xiang Nannan quickly walked to Song Qingyuan's side and thanked him politely and restrainedly, "Thank you, Mr. Wang. I will definitely listen to Brother Qingyuan and not cause any trouble to you."

She was already convinced that the dream she had after lunch yesterday was not a dream... nor was it a fantasy.

She began to wonder if she would be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment if Laizhen's swords and guns were put into storage and horses released to Nanshan.

I really have to think carefully these days, whether to take advantage of my words, stop here, or continue to let myself go. After all, this is Hong Kong Island, not the mainland anymore.

As long as her acting skills are top-notch, she's not afraid of revealing her secrets.

What about the suspension bridge effect and adrenaline rush? She had never heard of it before. There are really a lot of theories in this co-author?

After some more scene talk, when she followed Song Qingyuan to the Satellite TV Organizing Committee, on the surface it was really... impeccable, at least Song Qingyuan didn't notice anything unusual.

The door of the big office closed again, and Wang Shouliang breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that it was too difficult for himself. Because of an unexpected philandering and moral decline, he had never needed to talk about emotional intelligence. He started to act like a good man who said anything. .

It’s so difficult to be a human being!

Fortunately, he had also purchased master-level acting skills from Zhutian Mall, so this was nothing in vain.

The most top-notch actors are never in the entertainment industry!

As for the fact that he said hello to Song Qingyuan yesterday and asked Old Song to get ready to bring in new people yesterday? This is too easy to explain. The first time Xiang Nanfang encountered a life-and-death crisis on his way to Hong Kong, he was still in a thrilling situation with a sniper rampage and a bomb ready to blow up the tunnel and bury the two people alive. Isn’t it reasonable to drink alcohol to relieve your worries when your mentality is broken?

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Tokyo, a dock in the port area.

Hall, Short, and Adolf, a nine-member Gray Wolf team, were standing at the dock watching a ship sail toward the sea, or watching the ship sail into the dock to berth.

When a cargo ship flying a certain flag came over, Short, who had short golden hair, touched his hair and complained, "I still think this news is a bit evil."

When he looked around and saw that there was no one around for more than ten meters, he lowered his voice and said, "Yalun Ghost Man made a batch of fake knives that looked like real ones, 2000 million U.S. dollars, including the equipment and raw materials for making fake knives, and sent them to the tomb. Headquarters of the club.”

"Is this a business war? Is it related to the short-long war in the stock market? Fuck..."

"I never dreamed that a high-level financial war would unfold in such a simple way."

Hall was speechless, "Isn't it true that Tsukamoto's ancestors and grandsons were kidnapped in a series before, and this business war routine is not simple??"

"If you live for a long time, you will see all kinds of messy things. Wait, it's almost time to get on the boat. I'm also a little curious, are those fake knives really that outrageous??"

In broad daylight, a large number of fake knives, gravure printing machines, color-changing inks, etc., just drove into the port terminal? There is nothing wrong with it. The Moscow mafia pulled strings and spent money to put this cargo ship under the business banner of North American Big Soldier.

Tokyo Customs and other authorities are completely afraid to board the ship for inspection.

What if they loaded all the goods into a large truck and were on their way to the Tsukamoto Club headquarters in Minato, but were made things difficult by the police and blocked by customs? ?

Try a dump truck impact? Gatling six tubes of the Great Bodhisattva try? Try the big pineapple? Guaranteed to hit the other side of the situation.

They are the professionals, not the amateurs of the Mediterranean gang.

With abundant firepower in Tokyo, it is not that they were as helpless as they were in Hong Kong. On the contrary, the Tokyo police lacked firepower...

Pick up this batch of goods and send them to Tsukamoto's headquarters, where they can control the Gray Wolf Team.

Some time later, when the nine Halls boarded the ship and handed over to the Moscow mafia, they arrived at a warehouse and saw the gravure printing machine. Their faces were calm, and they didn't care when they saw the electronic boards for printing banknotes and so on.

Buckets of color-changing humor are also trivial.

Until, 2000 million new banknotes and a beautiful knife exuding a strong fragrance were placed in front of them. Hall and others each wore gloves and worked on them for a while, not only using their own anti-counterfeiting knowledge to check the banknotes.

Including money detector pens, money detectors...

After they, a group of country bumpkins, had experienced a series of shocks and greeted each other in their beautiful and simple native language for a while, Short suddenly raised his hand and said, "Boss, can I take tens of thousands of dollars later and find an ATM machine for my Swiss bank?" Bearer account, try saving money?”

"The banknote detector can't tell the difference between genuine and fake, and the ATM machine shouldn't be able to tell the difference either."

Hall nodded, "Of course, no problem. The person who asked us to take action said that sending 2000 million new banknotes to Tsukamoto's headquarters is the same as sending 1000 million new banknotes to Tsukamoto. The key is to let the CIA find out the printing machine, color-changing ink, acid-free paper and other materials.”

"This batch of acid-free paper and ink can print hundreds of millions of dollars in counterfeit money."

"As long as the evidence of guilt is confirmed, the CIA will seize famous buildings such as the Empire State Building and seize property rights income."

"Let's make this order and each take away 110 million fake knives. You can find different banks and different ATMs to deposit money."

"This is also a link of evidence that further confirms that fake knives have entered the market in Tokyo and harmed American knives."

Adolf sighed repeatedly, "How can you earn 110 million US dollars? Fuck...it's easier than kidnapping."

Hall stopped talking and calmly directed the porters to hoist the sealed supplies off the ship and load them into the truck. He, Hall, was no longer on the operating table. If he wanted to start the battle to preserve his testicles, he only dared to shout He looks so poor with 300 million dollars.

Anyone who despises him for being poor will dare to carry a knife.

It wasn't until around three o'clock in the afternoon that five large trucks drove out of the dock warehouse area. In the front passenger seat, Short spoke easily to the intercom channel, "We are being targeted, I said, even if the soldier's father is running rampant, Taboo, I dare not check on the ship."

"As long as you leave the port, there will still be a round of screening."

Hall's voice sounded on the intercom channel, "Do it."

When five cars were driving in a row, several cars with customs logos appeared in front of them. They wanted to block the road for inspection. The co-pilot, Short, leaned out the window and grabbed a large-caliber Desert Eagle. Bang bang. A few shots.

Following the loud noise, the two customs cars overturned and began to glide.

The road also became chaotic!

Short smiled like a fool weighing more than 200 pounds, his bloodthirsty excitement soaring.

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Under the cover of night, the lanterns are turned on.

Wang Shouliang drove his Audi back to Pengcheng. Xiang Nannan was as excited as a curious baby, "Hey, Brother Liang, I used to be a publicist, but this is the first time I have seriously understood the establishment and operation of a TV station."

"I feel like I have gained a lot of knowledge today. I started learning Cantonese as early as when my brother asked me to take this shortcut to gold plating. Now I can barely communicate on a daily basis. I have to say that Hong Kong Island is indeed prosperous now, and the development efficiency of capital marketization is , it just has an advantage.”

Mr. Wang rolled his eyes at her speechlessly, "Come on, could you please keep your hands down? I'm driving the car."

Xiang Nanfang was no longer afraid of people, so she increased her intensity, "No, a billionaire like you can't stand this little challenge?"

"Aren't I worried about my health? If you feel that you are at a disadvantage, you can also help me. Just like what I heard from my female colleagues before, if the leader goes to sing, I will not say anything about the pilling of the stockings."

Wang Shouliang almost vomited blood. Once a lady becomes rebellious, will she be more passionate than Qiao Simei?

He has finally fallen into his damn dedicated and affectionate zone.

When the car arrived at a remote beach on the Tolo Highway, Mr. Wang turned the steering wheel and arrived near the beach. It was shameless anyway, and he couldn't suffer any loss.

It's June, and as long as it's not a typhoon day, the climate on Hong Kong Island is getting hotter and hotter. Tokyo is destined to be very hot this summer, but the night view of Hong Kong Island isn't that bad either.

He doesn't eat people, and he doesn't have a convoy to clear the way. He gets home an hour late, which is a normal traffic jam.

Xiang Nanfang acted like a gossip for more than ten minutes before he took a deep breath and inhaled oxygen to help himself, "Shall I sing you a song? But you can't scold me if I sing badly..."

Wang Shouliang asked curiously, "What song?"

The southern girl responded with a saliva song. She played and composed the song "Xi Shua Shua" by herself, focusing on honesty.

(End of this chapter)