Nanyi's plane refueled after the transit and maintenance in Dubai. He arrived at Xiangjun at 8 am in the morning of Beijing time, about ten hours later than he said.

In this way, he asked Henry Monet to leave first, but he and Sophie Maso did not get off the plane.

I slept for a half full on the plane and got up at 1:00 in the afternoon. During the passage, I forced a little beauty to hug on the road.

"Little girl, you dare to fly alone. How about it? Work with your uncle and sell you to a mountain valley to exchange for a small amount of money to buy delicious food?"

"Yeah, uncle, you sell me. My dad is so bad that he left me alone in New York. He went to Paris to take a meal..." Nan Ruoyan halfway through the show and no longer accompanied Nan Yi to act. "Dad, is this your aunt in Faguo?"

"Hmm? Why do I think there is any ambiguity when I was three years old and I asked you to memorize ancient Chinese, but now you are going to become abc."

"Hmph, Dad, do you have to let me replace 'aunt' with 'girl'?" The little girl snorted and said proudly: "I didn't sleep well on the plane last night. An old man had asthma and had difficulty breathing in the middle of the night. He was very moved, so he woke me up."

"Oh, it's really aggrieved that our family is doing. Dad will also provide you with a plane as soon as possible. Gulfstream is already developing Gulfstream IVs. When they start selling, I will buy you one and spray your photos on the fuselage.

From now on, you can show off when you meet people. I have no car but only a small plane. I am so miserable."

"Dad, this aunt has such a great magic power. I haven't seen her for a few days. Why have you become childish?" Nan Ruoyan looked at Nan Yi with big eyes, then reached out and pinched his face, and pulled her face. "It's not a human skin mask. Wow, the plastic surgery technology is so good now, it looks like it."

"naughty."

Nan Yi held Nan Ruoyan's little hand and said to Sophie Maso: "Sophie, this is Rachel, my daughter."

"Sophie Marso, your name is sister, don't call him auntie."

With the greetings of Nan Ruoyan and Sophie Masso, the three of them walked outside the airport and got into the car that Ruan Zhiping drove in person.

"Zhiping, look at it on the road."

"Ms. Zhao is not in Xiangba, so she is going to Taiwanba." Ruan Zhiping glanced at the rearview mirror and keenly grasped the core of Nanyi's dialect.

"Oh, that's fine, go back."

Nan Yi and Zhao Shixian had the least communication and had less time to get together, which was rare. If she saw that Nan Yi was carrying another woman, he would be hard to say whether Zhao Shixian would turn against him on the spot.

After all, this is one thing to guess, but it is another to bring it to the bottom of your eyelids.

The convoy was driving slowly towards Repulse Bay. Suddenly, a sports car passed by Nan Yi's seat. It was very fast and the roof did not rise. It was convertible. Nan Yi's eyes were just facing the window. You could see a slightly curly and permed woman sitting in the driving seat of the sports car.

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

Bo Qiong, Bo Chu's daughter, has been dating a male singer from Kazuki recently. Their affairs are in full swing. It is hard for Nan Yi, who must read newspapers every day, to wonder if it is difficult.

Bolepu is a gambling tycoon. He runs Jinque Entertainment in Aomen and is the largest company engaged in gambling. Behind the prosperity of Jinque Entertainment, Jingguan, which is piled up with white bones, is flowing with blood and tears.

The ancestor of the Bo family was Jewish people who came to Xiangwu to run foreign business. Their foreign business was not doing any serious business. Back then, the Bo family regarded Lin Zexu as a thorn in their eyes. It is conceivable what kind of business they were doing.

The ancestors sold opium and operated gambling and yellow pigs by themselves. But God did not drop a thunder to crush the Bo family's bones and ashes, but instead, Bo Pi Pu was like a god to help him. In just a few decades, he earned hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth, with a group of beauties and many children were like crucian carp trees crossing the river.

"danny? Adam, there is such a license here in Xiangwu?" Nan Yi was thinking about the matter of the Blog family, and Sophie Masso suddenly pointed to the front right through the window and said.

Nan Yi looked up and looked forward. In the other lane, the sports car I saw just now was parked there. He glanced at the license plate, turned around and said to Sophie Masso: "Yes, just pay a little more. In addition, Xiangwu also has some single-digit license plates, which are sold out for auction every year."

"It's great, there's no Paris, otherwise I'll have to make a license like this," Sophie Marsole said enviously: "Adam, it's cool, right?"

"Yes, although you can't have such a cool license plate on your car, you can just use cool names like flats on your yacht."

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

"Well, when you finish playing Joan of Arc, the yacht will appear in front of you. I don't limit the size, and the decoration and decoration on the yacht will be decided by you." Nan Yi said, taking out a check book from the briefcase next to him, "You can tear off one, fill in as much as you want, and you can spend all the money on the yacht."

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

"Yes."

Nan Yi nodded seriously and stuffed the checkbook into Sophie Marso's hands.

Opening the checkbook, Sophie Masso took a look at the place where the amount was filled in, and then his face turned dark. The checkbook in his hand was then thrown heavily on Nanyi's face.

That's not all. With the flying checkbook, Sophie Masso rushed towards Nanyi, "Barewell, Adam, you bastard, you're fool."

Nan Yi laughed and avoided Sophie Marso's attack.

He was just talking about this, but he actually took out a small check book with only seven spaces that could fill in the numbers, which means that he could cash out at most $99,999.99, which was only one cent short of $100,000.

"Hahaha, stop making trouble, I'm joking with you." Nan Yi grabbed Sophie Marso's hand and asked her to sit calmly. He picked up the checkbook and handed it to Nan Ruoyan who was sitting on his left. "Dad has prepared it for you. You can get one in a month. Haha, you can fill it as much as you want."

"Dad, what are you doing for me? Is your pocket money?"

"Yes, no, the maximum annual limit is US$1.2 million, which also includes the utility bill and property tax of Columbus apartments. The rest is what you can spend."

Nan Ruoyan's eyes rolled around, recalling the receipts she had seen before, and then laughed and said, "There are still a lot left, thank you dad."

"No need to thank you. Dad didn't give this money for nothing. This time you don't have to follow Dad to the capital. Just stay in Xiangwu to see if you can make money with 100,000 US dollars. At the end of next month, I will accept the results. If I lose money, I will hit you."

"Ah? Dad, just throw me here?"

"This time my dad went to Beijing to deal with some trivial matters. If you follow me, you can stay in Xiangwu. You can do whatever business you want or invest in stocks and futures. Remember, you only have one month to pay attention to speculative business."

"Oh, I understand, but Dad, I don't understand stock futures. How do you ask me to invest? You are just trying to make excuses to hit me, right?"
Chapter completed!