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

"OK."

"snort!"

Seeing Nan Yi's promise, the turbid air in Liu Zhen's heart was soon poured out.

Nan Yi did not hide Scarlett's pregnancy from Liu Zhen, and had already told her earlier, so Liu Zhen's reaction is not that big now.

Moreover, a long time ago, Nan Yi had a divorce with Liu Zhen, and his marriage was also a bargaining chip to achieve the greatest value.

Obviously, Liu Zhen also knew that she could not give the "value" that Nan Yi wanted.

She was unable to change the current results except to accept them.

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

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

The pillows are parallel and no longer overlap. People sometimes parallel and sometimes overlap. People are even numbers, but the ones drawn are odd numbers.

That night, both of them were sick, but they were sweating prone to hot sweat in the middle of winter...

On the day of the imperial examination, the sun is shining brightly.

The heavy eyelids of the ants under the floor finally closed. After a disaster, a magnitude 128 earthquake occurred last night. It was a catastrophe. There were countless ants who died. The queen of the ant had a gloomy face and thought to herself that she had to bow to the cheap ant next door and fight for disaster relief supplies.

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

"Well, go ahead, next year I will find several regional banks to contact them, try to acquire three or four, and then slowly integrate them."

After saying that, Nan Yi stuffed a quarter of the red fermented bean curd into his mouth and sucked happily.

“Old private bank?”

"The European and American countries aim at them. It is not easy for Xiangwu to get a bank license. After releasing a few licenses last year, it started to tighten. Alas, it was a pity that I had no money last year and I didn't catch up."

"There are so many small banks in Xiangjun. One or two companies will collapse when the economy fluctuates. Aren't housing prices fluctuating? Maybe some banks can't hold on, right?"

"It should be, I'll pay attention to it later."

Nan Yi shook the newspaper in his hand and shook off the porridge that fell on it.

The newspaper said that textile exports have achieved gratifying results. In North America and Japanese markets, Chinese products have surpassed Taiwanese goods that have always been leading, and textiles have accounted for 32% of the total export value.

The tug-of-war negotiations on textile trade have begun between Huamei.

Liu Zhen glanced at what Nan Yi was looking at and said, "Take advantage of this trend, do you want to invest in the textile industry?"

"No, Nan's family will then take the path of specialization and focus on development in several fields, and the others will be in the form of venture capital. The finance sector will be left to you to take responsibility in the future, and I will concentrate on farming myself."

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

"Same, different. In the future, a small amount of manpower and energy will be used to leverage the vast field, and the Pan American investment control personnel will be controlled by a hundred people, but in the future it will leverage capital of hundreds of billions of dollars.

Simply put, in the future, it will mainly focus on capital operation, not operations."

"Play Santa and throw money everywhere?"

"Well, it's that interesting. Others are angel investors, so I'll be a Christmas investor." Nan Yi smiled strangely on his face, "Little girl, do you want a man? Grandpa will give you one."

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

"Go."

Nan Yi ate slowly and waited until he finished reading the newspaper in his hand before he put down his bowl and chopsticks.

When he packed the dishes and chopsticks, a muffled shout came from the yard.

"What's the matter? Didn't you just come yesterday?"

"I have something to do. Early this morning, Li Xiangrong came to me and said that Longshun City Chinese Furniture Factory preserves a large number of precious Ming and Qing red sandalwood, golden nanmu and yellow rosewood furniture obtained in the past ten years, and they are still unparalleled.

The factory wants to sell these things at a low price. Master Nan, those are all good items. Should I take them down?"

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

"There are many people who know the news. Let me tell you that as soon as the furniture factory threw out the news, even the old turtle Lou Xiaoyuan started to move. Not only him, but also a woman from Sijiu City jumped up."

"In Sijiu City? Who is it? It's full of people?"

"It's called Fulihua, it's a Zhenghuang Banner. This woman is not simple. It's rumored that this woman had eaten Tang Monk's meat and had a very good brain.

I dropped out of school in my early years and went out to explore. On the surface, I was a sewing female worker, but behind my back I bought antiques from the rebels at a low price in the 1960s.

Master Nan, she made a fortune much earlier than us.

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

"You tell me a legendary story, and you eat Tang Monk's meat, and I slept with Tang Monk. Many of the people in Sijiu City were all nobles, and there were three thousand nails in the rotten ships. It was not surprising that they had the capital."

When Nan Yi heard Men Saner's name, he knew who this person was. He had a lot of property in the future, but he was also a person who had the first pot of gold to become a mystery.

Now, after hearing what Man Saner said, he can also relieve his confusion.

However, he scoffed at Men Saner's story. The romance story is not as reliable as his version of the 80-year-old Hollywood female star.

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

Nan Yi said after a moment of thought: "Let your Li Jiapo identity be revealed, give it US dollars, and shake everyone else out."

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

"Borrowing from Shanwei, both sides are our partnership with the three people, which is easy to talk to."

"I understand, I'll go find Xiangrong now."

After saying that, Mon San'er turned around and left in a hurry.

Man Saner was very quick to move. At noon, he negotiated with the furniture factory. The antique furniture in their warehouse cost 300,000 US dollars in one pot. When the factory leader heard that it was US dollars, the price was so high, of course he was very busy.

By the afternoon, when the others received the news, Mon Saner was already organizing the loading of the truck. These things had to be transported to Shanghai quickly. Staying in the capital would only cause long nights and dreams.

When Lou Xiaoyuan heard the news, he knew that the furniture was bought by Man Saner, and almost got angry. "Shu Zi, Shu Zi, even the things I like."

When Fu Lihua heard the news, she was so angry that she stomped her feet, "What a great thing, I bought it all for 300,000 yuan. What kind of character is Monsaner?"

Nan Yi looked through the account books and catalogs handed over by Ke Jianzhen and Li Xiangrong respectively. In total, they collected 70,000 to 80,000 pieces of antiques of all sizes, and most of them were fine products. The money was converted into RMB and it cost several million.

Well, Nan Yi is considering self-comfort. He uses US dollars to sweep state-owned cultural relics stores. If he counts as one to ten, he will spend at least over 30 million yuan.

After closing the account book, Nan Yi silently said: "It's almost the same number, so it's meaningless if there are more. Things need to be stored in another place. Last time I saw it next to Fang Mansion, which seemed to be an air raid shelter. You can buy this air raid shelter together with Fang Mansion."

After thinking about it, Nan Yi went to the foreign-related office building and hung up a phone call for Fang Mengyin in the office of Shanwei.

"Grandma, the matter of Fang Gongguan 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. Is there an air raid shelter next to Fang Mansion? Do you know?"

"I don't know, but it's normal to have it. A few years ago, air raid shelters were dug everywhere in China. The basement in my yard was not that big, and it was also widened in those years."

"Well, you can go there, fulfill your wish, by the way..."

"Borrow the air-raid shelter by the way?"

"Of course I have to buy this, but I'm not talking about this. A lot of old villas in Shanghai are there? I'll prepare 15 million US dollars for you. Look, you can buy as much as you can."

"Then you can buy a few buildings. I guess Fang Mansion won't spend much money, and 2 million US dollars is definitely enough."

Nan Yi said: "Well, you're worth it. No matter how much you can buy, half of the surname Nan and half of the surname Fang."

"Big grandson, I'm in love." Fang Mengyin laughed happily on the phone.

Nan Yi means that half of the house will be handed over to Fang Mengyin for processing, and she can give it to the eldest nephew who has not yet been found.

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

"I understand. This is the case first. I will arrange my work and go to Shanghai as soon as possible."

Fang Mengyin didn't comment. Nan Yi couldn't figure out what she thought for a while, so he could only say: "Okay, I'll get someone to get your personal account."

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

In particular, Nan Yi has never shortened Fang Mengyin's expenses. She still has tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in her own hands, but she has never helped the Nan family.

Could it be that he is really disappointed with Nan Huaiqiu?

If he couldn't figure it out for a moment, he wouldn't waste his brain cells thinking, just go with the flow.

Even if a "little mother" pops up, Nan Yi will face it calmly, at most he will pay more for the household purchase. He is afraid that this "little mother" still has a small fortune and will play any emotional compensation game, which will make people tired of it.

Nan Yi is not a mediocre person to disturb this possibility. He can find a little bit of Nan Huaiqiu's shadow, but he can't find anything similar to Yi Jinru. His son looks like a mother!

I hope the simpler the better, and don’t have any bloody plots.

Nan Yi sat in the office for a while, then said hello to the people from the club and left.

The Nanyi era of Shanwei has passed, and now it has entered the Saner era. He should not declare any sovereignty here.

When I returned to the old villa, I didn’t know why, but Nan Yi suddenly felt that the living room was a little cold.

He took out the coal stove, went to the snakeskin bag in the corner of the yard to pull out a little black olive charcoal, tore half a piece of newspaper and kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it into the coal stove, lit it, put a few pieces of charcoal on the newspaper first, and waited for the charcoal to turn red, and then added a little charcoal to it.
To be continued...