The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

Ye Qing, who had some taste, quietly took out a bottle of Yamazaki 40 from the refrigerator on the O'Hafa plane, and took two big mouthfuls...

Satisfy your revenge while consuming big dog owners. Also empower yourself...

The family dinner of the Saudi royal family...

Tsk tsk tsk, I feel a little nervous just thinking about it. Even O'Hafa's father now holds the title of prince instead of king...

But that's not something that the stinky prince O'Hafa can compare to.

If you really want to say that you are not nervous at all, that would be bragging.

"Hey, don't be nervous! My father is a nice guy...especially when dealing with friends."

Seeing Ye Qing's somewhat unnatural expression, O'Hafa immediately smiled and comforted.

This is not the first time O'Hafa has seen this expression...

When he was young, every time he wanted to take his friends to play at his home, it was like this...

"By the way, have you thought about the name of this company?"

"No, I really can't choose a name. It's up to you to decide, after all, your family is the major shareholder."

Ye Qing shook her head.

Ye Qing has always paid little attention to properties that are not solely owned or controlled by him. From some perspectives, this deep-seated problem is not in line with the gradually open and cooperative business environment of this era.

But who made such a creature always so stubborn and emotional?

Besides, even if it's an industry owned by him... Ye Qing can't come up with a good name.

Just like that poor artistic cell, Ye Qing also suffers from severe naming difficulties. Maybe it's because naming and artistic creation require some creativity?

"Then how about using our names? Ye Qing & O'Hafa Arms Company? Hey, this is not bad! Let's make it a symbol of our friendship!"

Ye Qing & O'Hafa?

When Ye Qing heard this, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop twitching...

This ghost name, once abbreviated in Chinese, becomes Ye Ao... Ye Ao? What am I?

"Don't... This ghost name is not very auspicious in Chinese!"

Ye Qing shook her head like a rattle, she didn't want to be shot with four PDDs...

"Then you think of something else? I don't know how to name it. Besides, many of us here use our own names to name the company. This way, it has a good degree of recognition."

O'Hafa helplessly spread his hands. Said that his naming level and Ye Qing are half a catty to eight taels...

This is so funny...

The technical verification guns were all out, and the contract was about to be signed, but the company name got stuck.

"Forget it, let's do this..."

Rubbing Nao Ren, Ye Qing compromised.

After many attempts to prove his artistic skills were fruitless, Ye Qing gave up the idea of ​​rescue long ago. Although this name is very **** in the noon abbreviation.

But thinking about it, this company probably won't be very famous, after all, the market scope is too small. In this case, apart from sounding a little disgusting, there is no other adverse effect.

While chatting, the two soon arrived at O'Hafa's house. To be more precise, it was O'Hafa's father's house...

O'Hafa's father's house was a little different from Ye Qing's, thinking that he might live in some splendid royal palace. However, although the manor in front of him is quite spectacular, it is still far from the palace.

However, if you think about it from another angle, it can explain...

Princes are not kings, how can there be so many palaces for them to live in?

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, the two drove towards the main building in the manor in a battery car. Perhaps to show his importance and respect, O'Hafa's father was standing outside the gate waiting quietly.

Ye Qing suddenly thought of a question, how should he address each other?

To be called Your Excellency Prince... I feel the same as O'Hafa, and it's a little weird. Call me uncle, and it's hard to avoid being clingy.

"Ye Qing, Mr. Ye! Welcome to the Aziz family's manor. You and O'Hafa are good friends. You can call me uncle if you don't mind."

O'Hafa's father, Salman, wears a traditional white Arab robe at home. Seeing the two getting off the battery car, they smiled and held Ye Qing's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Uncle Salman. I came in a hurry, and I didn't have time to prepare gifts..."

After hugging Salman, Ye Qing hit the snake and said with the stick.

"It doesn't matter, today is the time I have temporarily freed up. Strictly speaking, my arrangement was too hasty and disturbed your life."

Salman smiled nonchalantly and interrupted Ye Qing.

"In addition, our hometown is different from your hometown. I know you have something called a meeting gift. But we are different. Usually when we meet for the first time, we don't give each other gifts."

"Come on, let's go in together, the food is ready. I don't know what your taste is, so I prepare a lot of our special food. If you are not used to it, I will find another Chinese chef to come over!"

"No, no, I don't have any taboos. It's also very good to be able to taste Arabic food!"

Hearing Salman's words, Ye Qing smiled and walked into the house behind him.

After stepping through the gate, the scene in the main hall of the house said that the palace may not have given up much...

The most intuitive performance is that there are golden lights everywhere...

Even if it's just gilding, it's going to be expensive.

"This is my wife, Adilae. This is Ye Qing..."

On the way to the restaurant, suddenly a woman wearing a black robe, covering her face, passed by. Seeing the woman appear, Salman introduced with a smile.

I don't know how Salman recognized it when it was covering his face...

Surprise!

"Hello Hello!"

Ye Qing, who was thinking wildly in her heart, heard Salman's voice landing ~www.readwn.com~ and quickly put on a smile and stretched out her right hand.

"Hello, I hope you have a good time here!"

Through the black veil, Ye Qing seemed to see Adilae smiling. While speaking, Adilae waved his hand slightly.

"Ye, here we can't shake hands with women at will. Especially, married women..."

Seeing that Ye Qing was a little embarrassed because the other party ignored her right hand. O'Hafa quickly patted his shoulder behind him, and while talking, he pressed Ye Qing's arm down.

"Ah, sorry. I don't know this, I'm so sorry!"

"It doesn't matter, it's okay for those who don't know. But if you want to stay in the Arab world in the future, you still need to understand some customs."

Salman didn't care about Ye Qing's rudeness, and shook his head with a smile, even if it was over.

Afterwards, the three of them sat down, saying it was a family banquet, but Salman's wife was not qualified to be seated. Perhaps it was because of the presence of an outsider like Ye Qing?

However, this also reflects the status of women in the Arab world...

Oh my god!

This is where the pastoral women boxers should come!

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