Spring Thunder Chapter 0265: In vain
"I want to be a mother." Liu Zhen said coldly.
"OK."
"snort!"
Seeing Nan Yi agreed so readily, Liu Zhen quickly let out the anger in his heart.
Nan Yi did not hide the fact that Scarlett was pregnant from Liu Zhen. He had told her about it earlier, so Liu Zhen's reaction now was not that big.
Moreover, Nan Yi had told Liu Zhen a long time ago that his marriage was also a bargaining chip to be used to achieve the greatest value.
Obviously, Liu Zhen also knew that she could not give Nan Yi the "value" he wanted.
She could only accept the current outcome and was powerless to change it.
In three minutes, the world was back to normal, and the two went out to continue the habit they had developed.
After returning from his walk, Nan Yi rented half of the bed he had rented from Liu Zhen back to her. A bed, a quilt, two pillows, and a couple.
The pillows are parallel and no longer overlap. People are sometimes parallel and sometimes overlap. There is an even number of people, but the number drawn is an odd number.
That night, both of them were sick, and they were sweating in the middle of winter...
It was a sunny day.
The heavy eyelids of the ants under the floor finally closed, they survived a disaster. A magnitude 128 earthquake occurred last night. It was a catastrophe and countless ants died. The queen ant had a gloomy face and thought to herself that she had to bow to the lowly ant next door and get 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 look for a few regional banks and contact them. I will try to acquire three or four of them, and then slowly integrate them."
After saying that, Nan Yi stuffed a quarter of a piece of red fermented bean curd into his mouth and sucked it happily.
“An established private bank?”
"Europe and the United States are targeting them. It's not easy for Hong Kong to get a banking license. After a few licenses were released last year, the restrictions began to tighten. What a pity. We didn't have the money last year and missed out."
"There are so many small banks in Hong Kong. If there is an economic shock, one or two of them will go bankrupt. The housing prices have been fluctuating, so some banks should not be able to hold on, right?"
"Probably. I'll pay attention to it later."
Nan Yi shook the newspaper in his hand to shake off the porridge grains that had fallen on it.
The newspaper said that the export performance of textiles was encouraging. In the North American and Japanese markets, Chinese products had surpassed Taiwanese products, which had previously been in the lead. Textiles now accounted for 32% of the total export value.
The tug-of-war negotiations between China and the United States on textile trade have begun.
Liu Zhen glanced at what Nan Yi was reading and said, "Taking advantage of this trend, do you want to invest in the textile industry?"
"No, Nan Group will continue to specialize and focus on developing in a few areas, while the others will be presented as venture capital. In the future, the financial sector will be handed over to you, and I will concentrate on farming."
“Since venture capital is involved, isn’t it better to cast a wide net?”
"It's the same, but also different. In the future, we will use a small amount of manpower and energy to leverage a vast field. The number of employees of Pan American Investment is controlled under 100, but it will leverage hundreds of billions of dollars of capital in the future.
Simply put, in the future, capital operation will be the main focus, rather than business management.”
“Playing Santa Claus and throwing money around?”
"Well, it's a bit interesting, right? Others are angel investors, and I'll be a Christmas investor." Nan Yi had a strange smile on his face, "Little girl, do you want a man? Grandpa will give you one."
"Virtue." Liu Zhen spat and put down his bowl. "You wash the dishes. I'm going to work."
"Go ahead."
Nan Yi ate slowly, and only put down his bowl and chopsticks after he finished reading the newspaper in his hand.
When he had finished cleaning up the dishes, he heard Men San'er's shouting from the yard.
"What's the matter? Didn't you just come here yesterday?"
"I have something to say. This morning, Li Xiangrong came to me and said that the Longshuncheng Chinese Furniture Factory has preserved a large number of precious Ming and Qing Dynasty red sandalwood, golden nanmu and huanghuali wood furniture acquired in the past ten years, but now they are still ownerless.
The factory wants to sell these things at a low price. Master Nan, those are all good items. Do you want to buy them?"
"Xiang Rong is not the only one who knows this news, right?"
"A lot of people knew about this. I tell you, once the furniture factory released this news, even that old bastard Lou Xiaoyuan got involved. Not only him, but also a woman in the city of Sijiu jumped up. "
"In the Forty-Nine City? Who? The Manchus?"
"She's called Fu Lihua, and she's from the Zhenghuang Banner. This woman is no ordinary person. There are rumors that she has eaten Tang Monk's flesh, and she has a very sharp mind.
She dropped out of school at an early age and went out to make a living. On the surface, she was a seamstress, but secretly she had been buying antiques at low prices from the rebels since the 1960s.
Uncle Nan, she became rich much earlier than us.
Just two months ago, this woman transformed herself into a beautiful lady in Xiangyuan, but she is still staying in the capital."
"You're telling me a legendary story, and you're talking about eating Tang Monk's flesh. I even slept with Tang Monk. Many of the Manchus in the city were from high-ranking officials. Even if they have a rotten ship, they still have 3,000 nails. It's not surprising that they have the capital to make a fortune."
As soon as Nan Yi heard Men Saner mention the name, he knew who this person was. He would have a lot of wealth in the future, but it would be a mystery how he got his first pot of gold.
Now, after listening to what Men Saner said, his confusion was finally resolved.
However, he scoffed at what Men San'er said. It was just a novel, and it was not as reliable as his own version about marrying an 80-year-old Hollywood actress.
"Master Nan, what do you mean, take care of everything?"
Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "Show your Lijiapo identity, give US dollars, and scare the others away."
"Okay!" Men Saner clapped his hands and shouted, "Oh, no, I don't have so many US dollars."
"We borrowed from Shan's Taste. Both sides are joint businesses between us and the three Weimins. It's easy to negotiate."
"I understand. I'll go find Xiangrong now."
After saying this, Men Saner turned around and left in a hurry.
Men San'er acted quickly. By noon, he had reached an agreement with the furniture factory to sell all the antique furniture in their warehouse for US$300,000. When the factory leaders heard that it was US dollars and the price was so high, they readily agreed.
By the afternoon, when the others got the news, Men San'er was already organizing the loading of the truck. These things had to be shipped to Shanghai as soon as possible, as leaving them in Beijing would only cause trouble.
When Lou Xiaoyuan heard the news and knew that the furniture was bought by Men San'er, he was so angry that his beard almost stood out, "You bastard, you dare to snatch something that I like."
When Fu Lihua heard the news, she was so angry that she stamped her feet. "Such a good thing, but it was sold out for 300,000 yuan. What kind of person is Men Saner?"
Nan Yi flipped through the account books and catalogs submitted by Ke Jianzhen and Li Xiangrong. In total, they collected 70,000 to 80,000 antiques of all sizes, and most of them were fine products. As for the money, it cost several million RMB.
Well, Nan Yi was just consoling himself. He used U.S. dollars to shop at the state-owned cultural relics stores. If we calculate it at a 10-to-1 exchange rate, he spent at least 30 million RMB.
After closing the account book, Nan Yi silently read: "This amount is enough. There is no point in having more. We need to find a new place to store the things. Last time I saw an air-raid shelter next to Fang Mansion. We can buy this air-raid shelter together with Fang Mansion."
After thinking it over, Nan Yi ran to the foreign affairs office building and called Fang Mengyin in Shanwei's office.
"Grandma, the matter of Fang Mansion cannot be delayed until next year."
"What's wrong?"
"I have a lot of antiques, but I have nowhere to store them. Do you know that there is an air-raid shelter next to the Fang Mansion?"
"I don't know, but it's normal to have one. In the past few years, air-raid shelters were dug everywhere in the country. The basement in my yard was not this big before, and it was also widened in those years."
"Well, go and make the trip to fulfill your wish, and by the way..."
"By the way, buy the air-raid shelter?"
"Of course you have to buy this, but that's not what I want to talk about. There are quite a few old villas in Shanghai. I'll prepare 15 million US dollars for you. Take a look and buy as many as you can."
"Then we should be able to buy a few buildings. I don't think the Fang Mansion will cost much. Two million US dollars will definitely be enough."
Nan Yi said, "Well, it's OK as long as you are good value for money. No matter how much you can buy, half of them will be surnamed Nan and the other half will be surnamed Fang."
"Grandson, you are so thoughtful." Fang Mengyin smiled happily on the phone.
Nan Yi meant to give half of the house to Fang Mengyin to deal with, or she could give it to her eldest nephew who had not been found yet.
"Also, I took a courtyard house for my family."
"I understand. Let's do this for now. I'll arrange my work and go to Shanghai as soon as possible."
Fang Mengyin didn't comment, and Nan Yi couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a moment, so he could only say, "Okay, I'll have someone transfer the money to your personal account."
Nan Yi has always tried his best to avoid talking about the Nan family with Fang Mengyin. It is understandable for him, but Fang Mengyin rarely mentions it either, which is a bit strange.
In particular, Nan Yi has never been short of money for Fang Mengyin's expenses. She has tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in her own hands, but she has never made any move to help the Nan family.
Is he really so disappointed with Nan Huaiqiu?
Since he couldn't figure it out at the moment, he didn't waste his brain cells thinking about it and just went with the flow.
Even if another "biological mother" pops up someday, Nan Yi will face it calmly, and at most he will have to pay more for the household expenses. The only thing he is afraid of is that this "biological mother" is still a little wealthy, and wants to play some kind of emotional compensation game, which would be annoying.
Nan Yi was not worrying too much about this possibility. He looked a little like Nan Huaiqiu, but there was no similarity between him and Yi Jinru. The son looks like his mother!
I hope it's as simple as possible, without any melodramatic plots.
Nan Yi sat in the office for a while, then said hello to the people in the company and left.
Shan Nowei's Nan Yi era has passed, and now it has entered the Men San'er era. He should not declare any sovereignty here anymore.
After returning to the old house, Nan Yi suddenly felt that the living room was a bit cold for some reason.
He took out the coal stove, dug out some black olive charcoal from the snakeskin bag in the corner of the yard, tore half a piece of newspaper, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into the coal stove, lit it, put a few pieces of charcoal on the newspaper first, and when the charcoal turned red, added a little more charcoal.
He went to the kitchen and found a water kettle that had never been used since he bought it. He scrubbed it clean, added some water to it, sprinkled some foam, threw in a red date, stuck the water kettle into the coal stove, slumped down on the chair, put his feet up, and started humming the Qinqiang opera "Black Tiger Sitting on the Stage".
In fact, Nan Yi can't hum at all. He can only roughly hum the tune, but with a bit of off-tone. But it doesn't matter. This is the taste you want when you drink Lazy Man's Tea.
I drink a can of tea all day and do nothing else.
It was rare for Nan Yi to feel so comfortable. For more than half a day, he really did nothing except adding more charcoal.
I didn't want to cook and was too lazy to go out to eat, so I asked Tiger Cub to buy some flatbreads for making fried cakes. I threw them directly on the charcoal fire, and when the surface was burnt black, I wiped and scraped it with my hands, and ate the cakes with tea to fill my stomach.
When Liu Zhen came back, Nan Yi was still lying there.
It was quite cold outside. Liu Zhen blew air into her hands as she walked into the living room. She looked at the dining table and sniffed, but she didn't smell any food at all .
"You didn't cook?"
"No, there are two pancakes on the table. Toast them on the fire yourself."
"It's so cold, and you want me to eat this?"
"I won't let you down, Bai Nian." Nan Yi said weakly.
Liu Zhen saw that Nan Yi was not in a good state and asked quickly: "What happened to you today?"
"Nothing, I suddenly realized that I haven't had a good rest for more than six years. Today I suddenly don't want to do anything, so I'm just being lazy here. You don't have to worry about me. If you're hungry, go out and find something to eat. I'll eat pancakes."
When Liu Zhen heard Nan Yi say this, she immediately reacted: "Yes, my man has been busy these past few years, either busy studying or busy making money, running around everywhere, never having a moment's rest, he should take a good rest."
"Just lie down and take your time. I'll go cook. If you're tired, take a break."
"No, I can't rest. There are still so many children in Africa who can't get enough food. When I think of them, my heart is like a knife cutting... No, I can't be decadent. I have to fight. Zhen'er, help me get the diary. I want to donate 100,000 tons of flour to them in my diary."
"Come on, stop it and just lie down." Liu Zhen glared at Nan Yi and turned into the kitchen.
"You don't believe me, I really will donate, I'm not kidding."
"Oh oh oh, I see , I see." Liu Zhen said perfunctorily.
"Hehe, look down on me."
This time, Nan Yi was really not joking. He really had a plan to donate flour to some African countries. There was no "fraud" before the word "donate" and his name did not have the word "international" in front of it, so it couldn't be anything pretentious.
The donation is definitely genuine, but he also hopes that the recipient can donate some ugly and bumpy stones to him, preferably ones that are either shiny or golden.
"The beating with the whip made people full of rage, and the seventh-rank official was helpless in the court. Li Qingruo was so angry that he meditated in the court. It was really hateful that he used his position as the general to bully me. How will this case end? I have thought about it over and over again... Hmm... "
Nan Yi howled twice, but immediately forgot the words. In order to hide his embarrassment, he seamlessly switched from Qinqiang to Yueju.
"Sister Liu fell from the sky, like a light cloud just emerging from a mountain. I thought she was a frivolous and unsophisticated person, but it turns out she is a refined and extraordinary person. She is as quiet as a flower reflecting on water, and her movements are like the wind blowing a willow. Eyebrow...eyebrow, fuck...I forgot again."
"Nan Yi, either finish singing or shut up." Liu Zhen poked her head out of the kitchen, glanced at Nan Yi, and said angrily.
Liu Zhen was originally happy when she heard Nan Yi singing "Sister Liu", but who knew he could be so torturous.
"When my team first started, there were only about a dozen people and seven or eight guns... "
