Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0379: Numbers, fill them in as you like
After a stopover, maintenance and refueling in Dibai, Nan Yi's plane arrived in Xiangkeng at eight o'clock in the morning Beijing time, which was more than ten hours later than he said.
So he let Henri Monet leave first, but he and Sophie Marceau were still on the plane.
He slept half full on the plane and woke up at one o'clock in the afternoon. When he walked out of the VIP channel with Sophie Marceau, he hugged another beautiful girl on the way.
"Little girl, you dare to take a plane alone? How about cooperating with your uncle and selling you to a mountain village to exchange for small change to buy delicious food?"
"Yeah, uncle, please sell me out. My dad is so mean. He left me all alone in New York while he went to Paris to date..." Nan Ruoyin broke down halfway and stopped acting with Nan Yi. "Dad, is this your aunt in France?"
"Hmm? I find your words ambiguous. I asked you to memorize ancient Chinese when you were three years old, but now you are as good as ABC."
"Huh, Dad, do you really have to make me change 'that aunt' to 'girl'?" The little girl snorted and said proudly, "I didn't sleep well on the plane last night. An old man with asthma had difficulty breathing in the middle of the night and made a lot of noise, which woke me up."
"Oh, this is really unfair to Ruoyin. Dad will get you a plane as soon as possible. Gulfstream is already developing the Gulfstream IV. When they start selling it, I will buy you one and spray your picture on the fuselage.
From now on, you can show off to everyone you meet. I have never owned a car in my life, only a small plane. I am so miserable."
"Dad, this auntie has such great magical powers. I haven't seen her for a few days. Why do you become childish?" Nan Ruoyin looked Nan Yi up and down with her big eyes, then stretched out her hand to pinch his face and pull at his skin. "It's not a human skin mask. Wow, the plastic surgery technology is so good nowadays. It really looks like a human skin."
"naughty."
Nan Yi held Nan Ruoyin's little hand and said to Sophie Marceau, "Sophie, this is Rachel, my daughter."
"Sophie Marceau, call me sister, not auntie."
As Nan Ruoyin and Sophie Marceau exchanged greetings, the three of them walked out of the airport and got into the car driven by Ruan Zhiping himself.
"Zhiping, be careful on the road."
"Miss Zhao is not in Xiangcun, she has gone to Taicun." Ruan Zhiping glanced at the rearview mirror and keenly grasped the core of Nan Yi's words.
"Oh, that's fine, go back."
Nan Yi and Zhao Shixian communicate the least and have relatively little time together. This rarely happens. If she sees Nan Yi with another woman, he doesn't know whether Zhao Shixian will turn hostile on the spot.
After all, guessing it is one thing, but bringing it under one's nose and causing it to be an eyesore is another.
The convoy was driving slowly towards Repulse Bay. Suddenly, a sports car passed by Nan Yi's seat at a very fast speed. The roof of the car was not raised, but open. Nan Yi's line of sight happened to be facing out the window, and he could see a woman with short curly hair sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car.
Although he only took a quick glance, he still recognized the woman.
Boqiong, the daughter of Bochupu, has recently been dating a male singer from Xiangkeng. Their affair has become a hot topic, and it is hard for Nan Yi, who reads the newspaper every day, not to know about it.
Bo Chupu is a gambling tycoon who runs Golden Que Entertainment in Macau, the largest company engaged in the gambling industry in Macau. Behind the prosperity of Golden Que Entertainment, there are towering mausoleums built with piles of bones shedding blood and tears.
The ancestors of the Bo family were Jews who came to Xiangkeng to run a foreign business. Their business was not a legitimate business. At that time, the Bo family regarded Lin Zexu as a thorn in their side. It is conceivable what kind of business they were doing.
His ancestors sold opium, and he himself ran a gambling and prostitution business, but instead of God sending down a thunderbolt to crush the Bo family to ashes, Bo Chupu seemed to be assisted by gods. In just a few decades, he earned billions of dollars, had many beautiful women, and had numerous children.
"Danny? Adam, is there such a license plate in Xiangxun?" Nan Yi was thinking about the Bo family's affairs when Sophie Marceau suddenly pointed to the front right through the window and said.
Nan Yi looked up and saw the sports car he had just seen parked in another lane. He glanced at the license plate and turned back to Sophie Marceau and said, "Sure, you can do it. Just pay a little more. In addition, there are some single-digit license plates in Xiangteng, and one or two are auctioned every year."
"That's great. Paris doesn't have one. Otherwise, I would have made one too." Sophie Marceau said with envy: "Adam, it's cool, isn't it?"
"Yes, although you can't put such a cool license plate on your car, you can paint a cool name on your yacht, like flat shoes."
"Yacht? I don't have a yacht... " Sophie Marceau replied subconsciously, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "Adam, you want to give 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 you have the final say on the decoration and furnishing of the yacht." Nan Yi said, pulling out a checkbook from the briefcase beside him, "You can tear off a page and fill in as much as you want, and you can spend all the money on the yacht."
"Adam, are you serious?" Sophie Marceau asked in disbelief.
"Yes."
Nan Yi nodded seriously and put the checkbook into Sophie Marceau's hand.
Opening the checkbook, Sophie Marceau glanced at the space where the amount should be filled in, then her face darkened, and she threw the checkbook in her hand heavily at Nan Yi's face.
That’s not all. With the flying checkbook, Sophie Marceau rushed towards Nan Yi, “Asshole, Adam, you’re a bastard, you’re fooling me.”
Nan Yi laughed and dodged Sophie Marceau's attack.
He said it in a domineering manner, but what he actually took out was a small checkbook with only seven spaces for filling in numbers, which meant that the maximum amount that could be cashed was $99,999.99, which was one cent short of one hundred thousand dollars.
"Hahaha, stop it, I'm just kidding you." Nan Yi grabbed Sophie Marceau's hand and asked her to sit still. He also picked up the checkbook and handed it to Nan Ruoyin who was sitting on his left. "Dad prepared this for you. You can open one per month. Haha, fill in as many as you want."
"Dad, what is this for me? Pocket money?"
"Yes and no. The annual limit is $1.2 million, which also includes the utility bills and property taxes for the Columbus apartment. The rest is yours to spend."
Nan Ruoyin's eyes rolled around, she recalled the receipts she had seen before, and then she said with a smile, "There's still a lot left, thank you Dad."
"No need to thank me. Daddy didn't give you this money for nothing. You don't have to go to Beijing with Daddy this time. You can stay in Xiangkeng and see if you can make money with 100,000 US dollars. At the end of next month, I will inspect the results. If you lose money, I will spank you."
"Ah? Dad, you're just going to leave me here ?"
"Dad is going to Beijing to take care of some trivial matters this time. It's not fun for you to follow me , so just stay in Xiangkeng. It's up to you to start any business or invest in stocks or futures. Remember, you only have one month, so you can only focus on speculative business."
"Oh, I get it, but Dad, I don't know anything about stocks and futures. How can you let me invest? Are you just looking for an excuse to beat me?"
"Haha, you think too much. Daddy wants to beat you. Do you need to find an excuse?"
