Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1146 Illegal Love
After spending a few days in Hengdian, Nan Yi did not meet the prospective migrant worker that he had been thinking about when he came, but he did pick up a burden. He said hello to Zhang Jing and asked her to take time to fly to Shanghai to sign the contract. Then, he flew back to Beijing with the burden and did not stop in Yiwu.
What needs to be said has been said. Whether Yan Pannan can listen to it depends on herself. If she continues to expand blindly, it is only a matter of time before the Yuyan Group becomes insolvent.
Debt expansion seems to have become a popular expansion model in the country. Once such an enterprise falls into crisis, it is basically not worth saving. If Yuyan Group encounters such a day, Nan Yi will not lend a helping hand. He does not have the habit of filling a bottomless pit.
Yan Pannan is still a little bit lacking. He doesn't know how to absorb new knowledge and doesn't open his eyes to the bigger picture of the world. It is only right that he was eliminated.
After returning to the capital, Nan Yi rented an apartment for Zhao Qing'er, paid a year's rent, helped her buy things, and gave her 50,000 yuan as living expenses. It was all given, not borrowed. He was willing to let her use her reputation to bully others, so there was no need to haggle over a small amount of money.
Nan Yi not only wants to be Zhao Qing'er's master, but also her head master. As long as the little girl is well-behaved, her future will be smooth sailing.
After settling the little girl, Nan Yi took her to Sanlitun one night. They first went to the Yu Bar to sit for a while. He drank a beer and gave the little girl a cocktail. After he had refreshed himself, he went to take a look at Ding Yiku's Patton Bar construction site. It was wrapped up tightly and nothing could be seen. I wonder what this kid is going to pretend to be. It has been two months.
There was nothing to see, so Nan Yi continued walking deeper into North Street, passing some big stores and arriving at the door of a minimalist-style bar in the back street. This was a store jointly owned by Wang Li and a few others, and they claimed that it was designed by a famous designer.
Nan Yi glanced at the door that he had long disliked and walked inside. Zhao Qing'er followed behind Nan Yi quietly without saying a word.
If she still had some doubts about Nan Yi's identity when they were in Hengdian, her doubts were mostly dispelled when she arrived in Beijing, not only because of the strength Nan Yi showed, but also because of his attitude - he was clumsy and often took advantage of her, but his doubts were concentrated on her shoulders, head and cheeks.
It's so annoying. When he's happy, I pat my shoulders. When he's unhappy, I hit my head and pinch my face. My face is big to begin with, and it becomes even bigger if you pinch it too much.
When you walk into the bar, you can see that the interior is divided into two floors, with famous designers' design elements clearly exposed there - the floor is made of cement, not smoothed, and there are no handrails on the stairs to the second floor. If a drunk person accidentally falls down, he will die if he hits his head on the ground.
The first floor is open to the public and has the necessary elements of a bar: tables, chairs and benches. They are not ordinary goods. I spent a lot of effort to find them in the second-hand market, and the energy was mainly spent on finding "cheaper" ones.
The second floor is for you to play by yourself. You can bring people you know or don’t know. You definitely don’t need to buy anything.
Walking up the stairs, you will see two pairs of long sofas with a coffee table in the middle. Various wine bottles are placed messily on it, including magenta and white beer. There are people sitting in various postures on the sofas.
"Nan Batian, what wind brought you to my little temple?"
"Here's an invitation for you. I'm going to hold a disciple-taking ceremony on the 26th of winter. Come on time at 10 a.m." Nan Yi said as he threw the invitation into Wang Lu's arms.
Wang Li picked up the invitation and opened it, wondering, "Why are you accepting a disciple? The apprenticeship ceremony is in a bar?"
Nan Yi pulled back, grabbed Zhao Qing'er's hand and pulled her forward, "This is the disciple I want to accept, Zhao Qing'er, she is only 28 years old, and will be working in the film and television industry in the future. She is still young, so please take good care of her."
Wang Ju looked at Zhao Qing'er for a few seconds and said, "Nan Batian, are you serious?"
"When have you ever seen me joke about serious matters?" Nan Yi replied calmly, and then said to everyone present: "Whoever is free, come on the 26th of the winter month. The invitation will not be extended later. Drink slowly and leave first."
After saying that, Nan Yi took Zhao Qing'er and left.
Along the way, Zhao Qing'er's steps were mechanical and her mind was in a mess. She knew most of the people she had just seen. They were all well-known figures in the industry. It was usually extremely difficult to strike up a conversation with them, but she didn't expect to see a group of them at once. It was just that her master's attitude seemed a little strange.
After leaving the bar for a while, Zhao Qing'er took two quick steps and walked side by side with Nan Yi, "Master, those people just now seemed to be directors and actors."
Nan Yi turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Master, you don't seem very enthusiastic about them."
Nan Yi chuckled, "Don't worry about it. I was already enthusiastic enough. It's getting late. You should go back and rest first."
"Master, it's not even eight o'clock yet." Zhao Qing'er pointed to her watch.
Nan Yi pinched Zhao Qing'er's cheek and spat, "Do you really need me to be frank? You mean you should get out of here and get to the most lively spot right away. You're standing here and wasting my time trying to pick up girls."
“Ouch, that hurts.”
Nan Yi let go of her hand and changed his expression, "A little girl shouldn't run around outside at night. Go to bed early and get up early. Remember to go to class tomorrow."
An actor can't go far without systematic training. Even if Nan Yi is willing to spend all his money to support her, it's impossible for Zhao Qing'er to become famous if she is not good enough. So he enrolled Zhao Qing'er in an art exam training class run by a teacher from a drama academy, preparing for her to take the art exam after the new year.
"Got it. Goodbye, Master."
Zhao Qing'er is not familiar enough with Nan Yi, so she doesn't dare to be too presumptuous. Once she gets familiar enough with him, she will probably make sarcastic remarks.
Picking up girls was just talk. After watching Zhao Qing'er leave, Nan Yi also took a taxi home.
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In Xiangkeng, the negotiation teams of Nan Youqiong and Boqiong have already met, and the two sides have started complicated negotiation procedures. However, Nan Youqiong has not left Xiangkeng in the past few days and has been attending various meetings of the Information and Strategy Committee.
After the Lunar New Year, the structure of the dual headquarters of the Intelligence and Policy Committee will change. Xiangkeng will become a branch and be reduced in size. Most of the staff will be transferred to the New York headquarters, London branch and Lijiaopo branch, and a small number of staff will be sent to Pudong to form a Pudong branch .
After the adjustment, the Lijiaopo branch will radiate Southeast Asia, the Pudong branch will radiate Greater China, and the Xiangkeng branch will radiate Xiangkeng and Japan and South Korea. In addition, it will also be responsible for matters and businesses that are not convenient to relocate.
Previously, a large number of personnel from the Intelligence and Policy Committee were stationed in Xiangkeng just for the convenience of Nan Yi. Now that Nan Youqiong has entered the era, he will stay in New York for a long time, so it is natural to relocate.
The work of relocation and transfer is very tedious and involves many aspects. Most of the staff of the Information and Policy Committee in Xiangkeng have already settled here. If they want to be transferred now, it will take a long time for their spouse’s work, children’s education, asset handling, etc. Moreover, before that, there is still communication and comfort work to be done.
After working in the Information and Policy Committee until eight o'clock, Nan Youqiong looked up at the sky as soon as he walked out of the factory building. Seeing the stars in the sky, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Ms. Bo, the night is beautiful today. I believe it would be a good choice to lie on the deck of the yacht and drink and watch the stars. I'll wait for you at the dock. Please take the gift I give you."
After saying that, Nan Youqiong immediately hung up the phone and chuckled.
On the other end of the phone, Boqiong listened to the beeping sound coming from the microphone, then put down the phone with a red face and a daze, and looked down at the opened gift box on the sofa. In the box lay a set of semi-transparent lace underwear with her English name embroidered on it.
After they parted that day, Boqiong would receive a bouquet of flowers at the same time every day. On the small card in the bouquet was a handwritten love message from Nan Youqiong. It was very corny and very direct. His desire to make love with her was expressed in straightforward words, without any euphemism or hints.
Once, twice, and three times in a row, Boqiong's heartstrings were touched, and it took a long time for him to calm down each time.
Nan Youqiong is young and full of male hormones, which makes him a great temptation to her. Nan Youqiong is Nan Yi's son. She and Nan Yi have known each other for many years. Nan Youqiong is just a junior to her. If there is anything between her and Nan Youqiong, it would be an illicit love affair.
The more inappropriate and provocative it was, her psychological defenses were already scarred after three hits. Now, Nan Youqiong did not use words, but used rich and rippling language to invite her, and she...
Walking to the mirror and stroking his burning cheeks, Boqiong made his final psychological struggle.
To go or not to go?
The answer was probably not difficult to choose. Forty or fifty minutes later, after taking a shower and changing clothes, Boqiong sprayed herself with a little Black Opium perfume that she had never used since she bought it. This perfume has an alias called "Bad Girl Fragrance".
A few minutes later, she went out without the gift .
There is no need to take it, the box is not important, the gift inside is already on her body.
Boqiong drove to the dock alone, without a driver or bodyguards. After getting off the car, she put on a pair of sunglasses as if to cover up her ears and steal a bell, and walked along the wooden boardwalk. Her heart was pounding but her feet were moving fast. After a while, Boqiong, who had been hiding from people, had arrived at the side of a yacht. When she looked up, she saw Nan Youqiong staring at her intently.
"call!"
Slowly exhaling, Boqiong stepped onto the yacht.
As soon as she stepped onto the deck, a big hand reached out from the side, pinched her soft hand and pulled it, and her body sank into a broad chest involuntarily, with her face pressed against his heart.
The masculine aura emanating from Nan Youqiong intoxicated her. Her hands involuntarily hugged Nan Youqiong's waist, searching for him up and down.
"Qiong, don't be anxious. We have the whole night." Nan Youqiong leaned close to Boqiong's ear and said in a seductive voice, "Are you wearing the gift I gave you?"
Bojong murmured.
"Let me check if I chose the wrong size."
Bo Qiong murmured again, his voice became more rippling, and then, there was a rustling sound, and the two hot balls pressed together without any obstruction...
Nan Yi sat on the bed, with a notebook on his lap, sliding his fingers on the touch screen, training Yizi to reply to text messages. He had a hunch that he would soon face the situation of replying to text messages from several women at the same time. Typing was too tiring, so he planned to let Yizi do it while they were chatting over text messages.
