"Hello, I think we met yesterday."
The woman from Shibata came to the dining table with a tray and greeted Nan Yi in Chinese in a graceful manner.
Nan Yi was chatting with the school beauty and a few others when he was having dinner at the barbecue restaurant yesterday, and the woman probably overheard it.
Nan Yi nodded in response, "Yes, I saw you at the barbecue restaurant yesterday. Are you running a Chinese restaurant here?"
"Yes, it's called Yulanggan, and it's located on July 18th Avenue. If you happen to pass by, you can come and patronize it. My name is Wu Huanxi."
"My name is Nan Yi. Your name sounds familiar. Wu Huanxi, is your name related to Huanxisha? Poem or lyrics?"
Wu Huanxi arranged the dishes and put away the tray. "Ci Pai, my father likes it very much."
"Oh, uncle..." Nan Yi glanced at Wu Huanxi's age and changed his words: "Then your father must be a cultured man."
"It's just a hobby." Wu Huanxi smiled and said, "My work is done. I'll leave first."
"Okay, take care."
Nan Yi watched Wu Huanxi say hello to Tavaré and leave the villa. When Tavaré returned to the table, he said, "Tavaré, I heard that you Uruguayans have good barbecue skills?"
"Yes, my grilling skills are very good." Tavaré said confidently.
Nan Yi made a gesture of invitation and said, "Please show it."
Tavarre made an "OK" gesture, walked out of the villa and called two ranch workers to help. On the grass outside the ranch, he set up a grill, prepared seasonings and jerky, and lit the fruit wood. Soon the jerky was put on the grill and the aroma of oil was sizzling.
Nan Yi held a beer and sat on a recliner beside him, watching Tavaré busy. A Chinese meal instantly turned into a barbecue in front of the yard.
After enjoying the barbecue dinner, Tavarre took Nan Yi to see the Angus cattle, and then went to the other two branch ranches: the Night Light Ranch, which mainly raised Dorper sheep, and the Amethyst Ranch, which carried out mixed farming and breeding, where cattle, sheep, pigs, horses, chickens, ducks, geese, wheat, sugarcane, rice, beets, and vegetables were all raised and planted.
Amethyst Ranch aims to become the vegetable basket of Montevideo.
As the sun sets, Tavaré and Nan Yi are still walking in the sugarcane field that is about to enter the harvest season; under the stars, the two are still walking between the circles.
…
Fang Mansion.
Zhao Jinshui handed a folder to Liu Zhen, "Madam, the first phase of the dividends from the colored diamond mine has arrived. Please take a look. If there is no problem, please sign it."
Liu Zhen took the document and looked at it. "What is the current valuation of the colored diamond mine?"
“$5.3 billion.”
"Several years have passed, and the value has only increased this much?" Liu Zhen asked in surprise.
"Madam, the previous evaluation report of the colored diamond mine was done internally by the Nan Group, so there will be some inflated parts." Zhao Jinshui explained.
"Oh." Liu Zhen nodded and signed his name in the signature column of the document. "720 million US dollars is useless to me. Does Nan Yi have any instructions?"
"Nan Sheng did not give any instructions, but Yiwan International will be carrying out a big plan and there is a funding gap. If Madam has no arrangements for the funds for the time being, you can consider lending 10 million US dollars to Yiwan International."
"Does Nan Yi have no money? Oh, I forgot. He always keeps the distinction between public and private affairs in mind." Liu Zhen smiled and said, "It's no problem to borrow the funds. How long do you want to borrow them for? How much interest will you pay? What kind of guarantee will you provide?"
Zhao Jinshui: "Two years, 8% annual interest, with the company's shares as collateral."
Liu Zhen: “The interest rate is too low.”
Zhao Jinshui: "Madam, 8% is not low. You can find lower interest rates outside."
"Okay, 8% is fine..." Liu Zhen suddenly saw Nan Wuwei tiptoeing out and immediately shouted, "Stop, where are you going?"
Nan Wuwei stopped and smiled, "Mom, Uncle Zhao, are you guys talking about something?"
"Stop smiling at me. You are just like your father. I get annoyed when I see you. Stay at home and don't go out."
Nan Wuwei didn't move his eyebrows or eyes, and said directly: "I want to go to Master's house."
"You've learned to tell lies, right? Your master is not at home today. I tell you, either go back to your room or I'll beat your butt to pieces." Frost froze on Liu Zhen's face.
After hearing what Liu Zhen said, Nan Wuwei instantly weighed the pros and cons. A wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him. He lowered his head and walked upstairs weakly with his legs.
Watching Nan Wuwei go upstairs, Liu Zhen turned back and said to Zhao Jinshui: "Let's continue."
At nearly ten o'clock, Nan Yi and his companions inspected the stables of the Falabella horses. Looking at the short Falabella horses, Nan Yi suddenly had an idea, "Tavare, pick seven Falabella horses with good-looking coats and send them to London. I want to find a pumpkin that weighs about one ton and has a good appearance to build a pumpkin carriage for my daughter."
"Boss, do you want to buy two pieces of amethyst to make crystal shoes?" Tavarre asked.
"No need. My daughter can be Cinderella, but she will only live in the first half of the story. She doesn't need a stepmother, nor does she need any prince to appear." Nan Yi said as his hand reached out to the school beauty who was holding the phone.
Holding the phone, Nan Yi said into the receiver: "Hello, who the hell is calling me?"
Nan Wuwei: "Your bastard."
Nan Yi smiled knowingly and said, "It's Saturday night here, and it's weekend morning over there. It's impossible that you called me because you missed me. Tell me, what's the matter? Did you get into trouble?"
Nan Wuwei: "The tigress at home is showing off again and won't let me go out. You should take care of her now."
Nan Yi: "If you slander your mother once or twice, it's just a joke. If you say it too much, it will be considered as a rebellion. Your mother won't let you go out, so you just obey her."
"There's only one and a half days off a week, and I haven't finished a new game yet." Nan Wuwei said unwillingly.
Nan Yi: "What new game makes you obsessed?"
"Well……"
Nan Wuwei realized that he had said the wrong thing.
"Go ahead."
"Electronic base."
"Electronic base? What kind of game is this? Why haven't I heard of it..." Nan Yi suddenly remembered what this game was. Isn't it just a mahjong game from Japan? He immediately drooped his face and said, "Have I been too indulgent to you? You are taking advantage of me. Is this a game you can play?"
"It's just a mahjong game, why make such a fuss?"
"Stop pretending to be stupid. If you dare to play this game again, I won't stop you if your mother beats you next time."
Nan Wuwei on the other end of the phone curled his lips and said, "You're not home every day, as if you can stop me."
"I haven't finished my words yet. Not only will I not stop you from now on, I will also encourage your mother to beat you, just like this. Good, beat you well, beat you to death."
"Dad, didn't you say you would be my lifelong support? Are you breaking your promise so soon? Oh, dololo, dololo, the cold wind is freezing me to death, Dad, I have become a cuckoo bird, with nowhere to spend the winter, nowhere to rest my lonely soul."
"If you want to turn into a cuckoo, I will be a woodpecker. Not only can I cure diseases of trees, but I can also cure diseases of mice. Wait until you are frozen into a lump, and I will come to your house to cure you." Nan Yi said secretly.
"Humph, the woodpecker is not a good bird, and my dad is not a good dad either. Last time I wrote an essay titled "My Dad," I wrote all the good things about you, and I even read it on the podium during class. Everyone in the class knows that I have a good dad. I am going to vomit now, and I will only write about bad dads from now on."
"I'm telling you, I'm soft-hearted, not hard-hearted. If you threaten me again, I'll let you try mixed doubles."
"You gave birth to a son, not a ping-pong ball. I grew up under the red flag, not in a dregs cave."
"Wow, a whole set of things." Nan Yi laughed, "Okay, have you made an appointment with Zhong Liwen?"
"Um."
"I'll call your mom and let you go, but remember, you're not allowed to play with electronic devices."
"Okay, then don't play."
"Wait, I'll call your mother." Nan Yi said, hung up the call with Nan Wuwei, and called the living room of Fang Mansion.
Liu Zhen picked up the phone and when she heard Nan Yi's voice, she immediately said, "Your son called you?"
"Um."
"I'm teaching my son, you'd better not interfere." Liu Zhen said coldly.
"Wuwei made an agreement with his classmates not to let his son break his promise in front of them."
Liu Zhen disagreed, "What classmate? Isn't it the one called Zhong Liwen? Your son only knows how to play when he is with him. It's best not to associate with such a bad classmate."
"I say, Liu Zhen, you have no right to speak without investigation. Have you ever been in contact with Zhong Liwen? Don't accuse others at every turn. If you want to say that Zhong Liwen was led astray, it was Wuwei who led him astray. His parents haven't even come to the door yet, but you are blaming him.
I've met Zhong Liwen before. He's a good kid. He's just playful like Wuwei. It's normal for a nine-year-old to be a little playful. I've never heard of you stopping Wuwei from going out on Sundays. Why did you suddenly feel like that today?"
"I'm not forbidding him to go out. He just keeps telling lies to me. He either says he's going to his grandparents' or his master's. At least five out of ten times he says he's just sneaking out to play. If I don't set some rules for him, will he still tell the truth?"
Nan Yi said dimly, "It's not good to tell lies, but you won't make a big mistake. Have you ever seen anyone who tells the truth have a good ending? Why don't you ask yourself, how many of the words you say now are true? They are either lies or nonsense. It is said that a person's habit of telling lies is developed from childhood, but is it really the case?"
Liu Zhen: "You just want me to let him go, why are you talking nonsense? You are talking about how to teach your son, don't deliberately drag me into it. Besides, when did I lie? What I said is called the art of language. Don't you know that it is easy to offend people if I speak too bluntly?"
"Okay, okay, my son is just telling lies, you are just a language artist, you are the most hypocritical person in the world. If possible, I really hope that my son can keep telling lies like this and not learn any language arts.
But there's nothing we can do. You pioneers have muddied the waters too much. If my son were pure, where would he have a place to stand?
I agree that you don't want him to go out and play, but you should teach him the art of language at home, and teach him how to make his lies look like the truth, so that he will offend you as a mother and get beaten less."
"Mr. Nan, please stop being sarcastic. What did you tell me before? You know how to teach your son, but you told me not to interfere. So you should teach him well. You are not home every day. What have you taught him?"
Liu Zhen has mastered the art of taking advantage of a topic to perfection, as if she can always include some personal opinions in any topic.
"Don't complain. Things will get better after this year. Let my son go out and play on Sunday. It's already half past ten and I haven't had dinner yet. Let's put it this way for now. I still have to go to the chicken coop to check on him."
"Busy, busy, busy. Go ahead and keep busy until you die."
Liu Zhen's words contained complaints, resentment, and a hint of heartache.
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi followed Tavaré to a relatively flat area in the ranch, where a dozen chicken coops stood on the grass.
"Boss, it's too late. The chickens have already started sleeping."
Nan Yi nodded and asked, "How often do you change the location of the chicken coop?"
Tavaré: “Four or five days, for sustainable development, the frequency of movement is relatively high.”
Nan Yi: “Proportion of feed?”
Tavaré: “About 25 percent.”
Nan Yi: "Not a high percentage. Where are the free-range chickens?"
Tavarre pointed to a dark hill in the distance and said, "A total of 100,000 foxes were released into the wild in that mountain. Before the release, the mountain was inspected and cleaned, and the number of river foxes was controlled at around 30. Now the number of chickens lost per day has stabilized, at around 50."
Nan Yi: “Is the effect obvious?”
Tavaré: “We just took a sample three days ago. Both the physical fitness and meat quality are better than those in the mobile greenhouse.”
Nan Yi: "How to prevent parasites such as horseflies?"
“…”
Nan Yi and the other person asked questions and answered them as they walked.
The next day, Nan Yi went to Colonia, a small city not far from Montevideo. This city is between Montevideo and Buenos Aires and is the closest Uruguayan city to Argentina.
Blow Cowhide has a sheepskin leather factory here. Fresh sheep and cowhides purchased from slaughterhouses will be pickled and nitrated here. The sheepskin is divided into three different specifications: hair length 1-3 cm, 3-5 cm, and over 5 cm. Different specifications will be sold to different countries.
At present, Chuiniu leather has opened up domestic sales channels. The lowest grade of 1-3 cm is very popular in China. Chuiniu leather is sold at US$1.5 to US$3 per piece depending on its quality. More than half of the imported sheepskin needed for the production of sheepskin coats, wool sweaters, wool carpets, etc. in China is supplied by Chuiniu leather.
Controlling half of the supply sounds impressive, but the actual number is only a few hundred thousand, nearly a million. Even if there is no cost, the maximum profit is only 3 million US dollars.
The profit is meager, and the sheepskin leather factory, which produces millions of sheepskins a year, has only dozens of employees. When Nan Yi arrived, the workers of the leather factory were drying the sheepskins in the open space outside.
The passenger window was opened a crack. Nan Yi first got used to the unpleasant smell before getting out of the car and walking towards Elisiya, the head of the sheepskin leather factory, who came out to greet him. She was a middle-aged woman in her early forties, weighed about 180 pounds, and was already a mother of five children.
After a bear hug and some pleasantries, Elisia took Nan Yi on a tour. They first walked around the drying yard, where Elisia showed Nan Yi her familiarity with leather, including which sheepskin was good and why it was good, which was not good and why it was not good, and so on.
After visiting the drying yard, we entered the workshop.
There is no assembly line in the workshop, and there are even very few machines. Most of the processes of pickling and nitrifying leather need to be done manually. The largest machines are a few baling machines imported from China, simply because they are cheap.
The workers in the workshop worked and dressed casually, and there were no overly dangerous processes. The only thing that was strictly emphasized was fire prevention. Everything was leather, and if it caught fire, not much could be saved. Tens of millions of dollars were gone with one fire.
Elisia comes from a leather family. Her great-grandfather, her ancestor who rolled the wheel forward several times, started working in the leather industry. Her father's generation wanted to expand the family business, so they added financial attributes to the family leather industry. Needless to say, it failed.
Elisia had a happy and prosperous childhood, a poor girlhood, and a busy youth. It was not until her middle age that she was discovered by Chuanpi to manage the current leather factory. It can be said that she has turned bad times into good times.
With her family background and years of experience in leather processing, Elisia is fully qualified to participate in the selection of leather academicians. She is a candidate for the technical vice president of the entire Chuiniupi Group. In addition to her salary, she also enjoys the "talent allowance" issued by the high-end technical committee which is managed by the staff committee and funded by the high-tech group.
When Nan Yi circled Latin America and was flying to Paris, the staff committee held another meeting at the Aegid Building in New York.
"I believe everyone has received the email I copied. In order to support this year's general strike and also because the coffee in Sofie Holdings' tea room tastes bad , the employees of Paris Sofie Holdings are preparing to hold a small-scale strike. What do you think about this?" Dai Zhengping said to the other people in the meeting room.
"I suggest canceling the coffee supply to Sophie Holdings' tea room. As far as I know, all Nan's companies' coffee is supplied by Lu Yu Tea. Before the supply began, Lu Yu Tea provided several samples for selection. The coffee those French guys drank was chosen by themselves, but now they say it's not tasty. Is this their excuse for wanting to join the strike?"
Huang Yingzi said in a rhythmic tone: "I suggest contacting Jean Bard and suggesting to him to optimize the staff structure of Sophie Investment Holdings, reduce the number of French employees, and export the outstanding employees trained by Nan to French society."
"Huang, watch your words. You are attending a meeting of the staff committee, not a meeting of British Capital." Another committee member, Jincheng Wansheng, said bluntly.
"Thanks for reminding me, I know exactly what I'm doing." Huang Yingzi said disapprovingly, "If the coffee doesn't taste good, you can report it directly to the company. It's not a big deal. It's ridiculous to go on strike because the coffee doesn't taste good.
Nan's is a consortium, an enterprise, not a thanksgiving hall. The staff committee has the obligation to seek benefits for Nan's employees, but not this kind of benefits.
If we agree that the employees of Sophie Holdings can go on strike because the coffee tastes bad, can Bolin Holdings also go on strike because the work meals taste bad?
Ladies and gentlemen, please pay attention to the purpose and basis of the existence of our workers' committee. On the basis of protecting the interests of the Nan Group, we will do our best to seek benefits for the Nan Group employees.
Pursuing employee benefits by damaging Nan's interests is like extracting bricks from the foundation of a house for room decoration. It is unwise to do so. I do not agree to do so, and I believe that the Information and Policy Committee will not agree to it either. If we dare to insist on doing so, it will not be long before the Information and Policy Committee will notify us to dissolve the employee committee. "
Julian said: "I agree with Huang's opinion. The demands of the French frogs have crossed the line. Sophie Investment needs to optimize its personnel structure, reduce the number of French employees, increase the number of Asian employees, and change the lax atmosphere."
After listening to Julian, Dai Zhengping looked at Dustin, the committee member who had not spoken, and asked, "Dustin, what's your opinion?"
Dustin thought about it and said, "I agree with Huang's opinion."
"OK, I will email the Intelligence Committee to inform them of the results of our discussion. Next, let's discuss the investment direction of the Pension Fund's offensive fund..."
…
In Sophie Marceau's apartment, after the bathroom turned into a swamp, Nan Yi wiped his body, went to the study in a pair of shorts, turned on the computer to check emails.
After a while, Sophie Marceau came over barefoot with two glasses of wine. She placed one of the glasses next to Nan Yi, turned around, and sat in Nan Yi's arms. "Adam, the Cannes Film Festival is about to begin. Accompany me to Cannes for a few days."
"How many days left?"
"Three days."
"Three days is enough for me to complete the work. I will go with you."
"uh-huh."
Sophie Marceau took a sip of wine and held it in her mouth, then blocked Nan Yi's lips with hers.
For the next three days, Nan Yi had been paying attention to the business of Sophie Investment, especially Houji Agriculture, Nuwa Animal Husbandry, and Jiangshang Fisheries, which were affiliated with Sophie Investment. He hurried from one stop to another, visiting farms, ranches, breeding farms, and fishing boats on the seaside.
As for the "strike incident", Nan Yi saw the email but pretended not to know. If he had to take care of such a small matter personally, the Nan Group would have collapsed long ago.
Some people are unable to think straight and ignore the role of Nan's platform. They think that the super-standard treatment is natural and what they deserve. This is the case everywhere in the world. A group of people with such ideas can be exported, so that they can enjoy their due treatment outside and stay away from exploitation by capitalists.
Not wanting to lay off employees doesn’t mean Nan Yi won’t do so. He is willing and generous to share the fruits of victory with his own people without demanding their gratitude, but he also cannot accept that the other party takes everything for granted.
The Nan family does not need to get more from the Nan people, but it also cannot get less. The balance between giving and getting must always be placed in the hearts of all the Nan family members. What the Nan family members get can only be slightly raised, but not too high.
Equivalent exchange is one of the core concepts of Nan's chariot advancement.
May 12th.
Nan Yi came to the Lafon Winery in Corsica and met the person in charge, Jean-Frank Bonaparte.
Frank took Nan Yi to look around the vineyards and wine cellars. Nan Yi didn't know anything about winemaking, so his main focus was still on chatting with Frank.
"Boss, the top wineries are still the same ones now. The ones that have risen the fastest in the rankings are Le Pin, Lafite, and our Lafite. Le Pin is rising the fastest, and we are second. However, our popularity mainly comes from Asia. In Europe, we are still behind Lafite. Lafite is too young and has only been around for a short time."
“As far as I know, Château Le Pin and our Lafon were established in the same year.”
Frank waved his hand. “It’s different. Although Le Pin was founded in the same year as us, the Robbie family had been making red wine there for 55 years before the Tienpain family bought Le Pin from Mrs. Robbie. The name Le Pin comes from a fir tree near the winemaking facility.
The red wine produced by the Lobi family is already well-known in the Bordeaux red wine industry, and Le Pin was established on this basis. Unlike us, we have nothing but a fake identity that cannot deceive people. "
France is filled with wine estates with hundreds of years of history. Too many people know the history of French wine very clearly. Napoleon's wine storage may fool laymen, but it cannot fool experts.
Nan Yi nodded and said, "I understand, Frank. I'm not in a hurry. You have a lot of time to slowly develop the winery. The current profits in Asia are not bad. You can use 80% of the profits to increase the popularity of the winery."
"Boss, you don't need to invest too much money to increase your popularity. I want to recommend Lafeng Red Wine to famous people in the red wine industry. I need help with my connections."
"Sure. Make a report and indicate which connections you need help with. Someone will help you with the PR." Nan Yi said, walking to a grape tree and picking up a bunch of grape flowers. "How much is a bottle of 1982 Lafite now?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"Oh, what kind of wine is selling well in the market now?" Nan Yi gently pulled his hand away to avoid hurting the grape flowers.
"The 1990 Petrus, which costs $500 per bottle, is a high-end red wine with relatively good sales, but only 10,000 bottles are put on the market, most of which are used for collection, and are rarely seen in hotels and restaurants. In addition, there is the Le Pin of the same vintage, which costs $290 per bottle and has 50,000 bottles put on the market, and sales are also good."
"Hmm." Nan Yi bent down, dug a little soil from the roots of the grape vine, rubbed it in his hands, and then put it to his nose to smell it. "I have a suggestion. Inside Charles de Gaulle Airport, we should build a boutique winery called Chateau Lafeng. There should be a line of Chinese on the gate: Welcome to visit and taste the wine at will.
There must be someone on the staff who is fluent in Chinese and must be French, pure French, no mixed blood; the winery must have corresponding decorations for Chinese New Year, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, and National Day. I want Chinese people who come to France for tourism or transit at Charles de Gaulle Airport to feel the kindness of Lafeng Winery. "
"Boss, will this help us capture the Chinese wine market?" Frank asked.
“Very big.”
"I'll take it seriously." Frank said seriously.
Nan Yi added again with concern: "We must urge the people below to do a good job and never make things worse."
"OK."
After having dinner at Lafeng Winery, Nan Yi flew back to Paris.
Before leaving the airport, Sophie Marceau was already waiting at Charles de Gaulle Airport. After picking me up, the plane flew to Nice.
The Cannes Film Festival is about to begin. It is difficult to find vacant rooms in Cannes hotels at this time. It is not easy for Nan Yi and his group to find a place to stay. Staying in Nice, which is only twenty kilometers away from Cannes, would be a good choice.
The flight distance from Paris to Nice is less than an hour, so you will arrive there quickly.
Nice is a famous tourist city in France, known as a holiday paradise, with pleasant scenery, good climate, and many attractions. It has a rich cultural heritage, museums, Roman ruins, and a world-class opera house, while integrating the Provence style into its streets and alleys.
As it is a tourist city, the composition of the permanent population is not complicated, and the public security here is much better than that of Paris and Marseille. However, the laziness of the French police is world-famous, and it is normal to have occasional thefts targeting tourists.
After getting off the plane, Nan Yi asked Tianxian to take half of the people to the hotel first. He and Sophie Marceau wandered on the street. Along the coast, Sophie Marceau held Nan Yi's hand, and the two walked slowly. The sea breeze blew gently. Standing on a high place and looking at the sea, the mirror-like ocean came into view. The water reflected the starlight, sparkling, and there was a hint of beauty in the tranquility.
The waves gently hit the coast, splashing on the reefs and pebbles. The colorful neon lights are spread along the seaside avenue, accompanied by the sea breeze, making the night quiet and hazy.
As they walked leisurely, they met hot blonde girls passing by from time to time. Perhaps it was the presence of Sophie Marceau that aroused the competitive spirit of many girls, and Nan Yi would receive a few glances from time to time.
“Does it look good?”
A sour smell filled Nan Yi's ears.
"It's okay. There's one with a nice figure, better than yours." Nan Yi chose to give an honest answer at an inappropriate time.
"Should I leave and create some opportunities for you?"
"No need, you will be my only one in France." Nan Yi shook his head and said.
"Baji." Sophie Marceau gave Nan Yi a kiss and said happily, "Nice love words."
"Do you want me to say a few more words?"
"Leave it for later." Sophie Marceau pointed to the sailboat on the seashore and said, "Adam, it's fun to go sailing here. Let's go out to sea tomorrow."
Nan Yi: "Do you have a boat here?"
Sophie Marceau: "No, we can rent one. Look, that orange one is very beautiful."
Nan Yi took a look and said, "The hull is too fat, not as slender as the blue sail beside it."
Sophie Marceau: "Adam, a ship is not a woman, and being slender is not an advantage."
Nan Yi: "You know a lot about ships?"
Sophie Marceau: "Of course, I already have seven boats. I don't want to break this lucky number, so I don't have more boats. Maybe one day I will buy six at once and become the lucky number 13."
"Hmm? Isn't 13 a bad number?"
Sophie Marceau: "Adam, your information is outdated. More and more young French people like the number 13. Whenever the 13th of a month happens to be a Friday, there will be a lot of people buying lottery tickets on that day."
"Thank you for telling me the news." Nan Yi leaned close to Sophie Marceau's ear and said, "Tomorrow we can try in the sea..."
"A l'aide, A l'aide!"
The woman's cry for help interrupted Nan Yi's words, making him frown slightly. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black man running towards him with a women's bag in his hand. Behind him, there was a woman chasing him.
"Adam, help her."
Before Sophie Marceau finished her words, Nan Yi had already ordered: "Tiger cub, kick his calf and leave some hidden injuries on his waist."
"clear."
The tiger cub responded and took a few steps forward, blocking the black man's path.
He stepped forward a few steps to block the black youth's path.
"Merde!"
The black man uttered a French word that sounded very familiar to people who understood Chinese and there was no need to search for its meaning. Then he swung his fist at the tiger cub.
"Damn it, you dare to do that to me."
The tiger cub cursed inwardly and shrank to the right to avoid the black man's attack. At the same time, he kicked out with his left foot, kicking the black man three centimeters below his knee joint.