1588: C1588 The Flower Night God Wants to See You

C1588 The Flower Night God Wants to See You

Jinghong Ming was able to become Lee Nanfang's elder, so naturally, he ate this kid thoroughly.

It was just one sentence, and Lee Nanfang was completely terrified.

Lee Nanfang was very clear that since Jinghong Ming would call him, then the content of the call must be reported to 800 people.

If he continued to pretend that he lost his memories and let his wife cry for him after she found out about it, this would be even worse than killing him.

As a result, he admitted it without any hesitation.

Hearing the words "Uncle Jinghong", Jack gave a rare smile.

Jinghong Ming, who was known to be cold-blooded, would definitely not hesitate to let those people who dared to lie to him and then be exposed by him.

However, now that Lee Nanfang had lied to him and been exposed by him, a smile of accomplishment appeared on his face.

It had to be said that calling him 'Tenth Uncle' was truly a waste of time. Sometimes, it could even be used to protect his own life.

"Lee Nanfang, Hua Yeshen wants to see you, do you want to?"

Since Jinghong Ming was sure that this brat had recovered his memory, there was no need for him to explain too much. He went straight to the point and asked the crucial point directly.

Hearing the name of Hua Yeshen, Lee Nanfang felt as if his head was going through an explosion as an explosion sounded beside his ears.

One of his hands clenched into a fist, and the veins on his arm bulged. It was clear how much anger and pain he was currently enduring.

Jinghong Ming did not say anything else. As one of the people who knew the specific truth of the matter, he could guess Lee Nanfang's reaction after being kept in the dark.

However, the explanation couldn't be said out loud.

Jinghong Ming can agree with Hua Yeshen to see Lee Nanfang.

He could also convince Yue Zitong to let Hua Yeshen see Lee Nanfang.

However, the two of them couldn't tell the truth no matter how hard they met.

Director-general Jinghong received a call from Shen Qingwu to harass her. After listening to more than ten minutes of nonsense, he only replied, "I can persuade Yue Zitong, but I hope Hua Yeshen can understand what I should say and what I shouldn't say."

Jinghong Ming told Shen Qingwu to pass this sentence on to Hua Yeshen.

He believed that Hua Yeshen, who obeyed his orders, must have understood the meaning of his words.

And now facing Lee Nanfang on the other side of the phone, Jinghong Ming suddenly felt that this matter wasn't a little fair to Lee Nanfang, since he could feel Lee Nanfang's anger, unwillingness, and pain from this long silence.

Unfortunately, the moment this idea appeared, it vanished into thin air.

Compared to the girls that were harmed by that brat Lee Nanfang, the pain they had to endure was not any less.

A man should pay the price for the consequences of his actions.

Thinking of this, Jinghong Ming's inner feelings suddenly improved a lot. He said coldly: "Lee Nanfang, what are you thinking about? Do you want me to explain to you who Hua Yeshen is? "

A cold voice came through the microphone, causing Lee Nanfang, who was in the same mood, to suddenly return to normal.

He leaned back on the chair, put his legs on the table, and said indifferently, "Uncle Jinghong, I'm the boss of a big company now, there are a lot of people who want to see me, I don't have the time..."

"You must see her!"

Before Lee Nanfang could finish his words, he was interrupted by Jinghong Ming.

After a moment of silence.

"Alright, it's up to you."

God knows what kind of mental struggle Lee Nanfang had, which was why he said those words so casually.

Jinghong Ming's sigh could be heard through the phone, "Alright, this is a deal."

In fact, it was just a sentence, which made Lee Nanfang see Hua Yeshen. However, it was as if Director-general Jinghong had carried out a difficult mission. After the mission was completed, his tensed muscles all over his body relaxed.

He had no choice but to take care of the emotions of the people of Shen Family. Since he needed Shen Qingwu's help, he naturally had to accomplish the task Shen Qingwu had requested of him.

However, if Lee Nanfang firmly disagreed, Jinghong Ming didn't know how to convince this kid.

To a cold-blooded boss like Jinghong Ming, acting between the cracks was not an easy task.

Once the problem was resolved, he wanted to end the call.

"Wait, Uncle Jinghong, I have something that I need your help with."

Lee Nanfang's tone remained frivolous, and without waiting for Jack to ask, he asked, "Uncle Jinghong, the welfare benefits for your Supreme Security Office should be very good, right?"

"It's alright. Why are you asking this?"

Jinghong Ming, who had just calmed down, became nervous because of Lee Nanfang's question.

Other people didn't know Lee Nanfang's temper, but how could Jinghong Ming not know?

This was definitely the kind of person who had to pay back what they had lost.

Just then, she forced him to do something he didn't want to do. Was he preparing to make up for it?

Jinghong Ming really wanted to hang up immediately, but he was afraid that Lee Nanfang would do something even more outrageous, so he could only listen seriously.

"Uncle Jinghong, I'm sure you know why I came back this time. "I came back for my company, and now that my company is in trouble, as an elder, shouldn't you help me?"

"How can I help you?"

Jinghong Ming was a little unable to grasp Lee Nanfang's tricks. As a company that sold stockings, no matter how difficult it was, it shouldn't be possible for him to find Supreme Security Office to help.

How?

Do you want him to buy silk stockings as a blessing? --

"Uncle Jinghong, it's almost the new year. Why don't you purchase some Nanfang's black silk and take it as a gift to your subordinates to enrich their welfare benefits?" "How is it? My suggestion is not bad, right?"

As soon as Jinghong Ming thought of a possibility, Lee Nanfang immediately brought it up.

Even Director-general Jinghong, who had experienced countless storms, had to take a long time to digest the information in those words.

"You want me to buy your stockings for your men?"

"That's right. Uncle Jinghong, don't you have the Twelve Golden Flowers and the Thirteenth?" When the Jin Chai girls went out shopping, they usually had to wear something that they liked to wear. "However, with our comrades from the security guards having reached the age where they should be looking for a girlfriend, my Nanfang, Black Hair, is definitely the best choice to give to a female friend …"

"Scram, you stinking brat, scram as far as you can!"

Jinghong Ming was so angry that his mouth was about to turn crooked. Before Lee Nanfang could finish his sentence, he angrily interrupted him.

To think that this brat could think of a way for a Supreme Security Office Elder like me to buy silk stockings for his subordinates.

Are you crazy? Forget about Supreme Security Office, even some town police station would not buy something like that as a benefit.

Jinghong Ming made a gesture to hang up the phone and stop listening to Lee Nanfang's nonsense.

However, before he could take his phone away from his ear, he heard Lee Nanfang, who was on the other side, mumble to himself slowly, "Oh, then I don't have time to see anyone these days. I'm very busy."

Peng, Director-general Jinghong slammed his fist on the table, causing the teacups beside him to be jolted a dozen centimeters into the air.

He, Jinghong Ming, had roamed the martial arts world for so many years. Since when did he receive threats from others?

However, today, he was threatened by Shen Qingwu and Lee Nanfang successively, and it was a soft knife without a blade.

That was tolerable, but what could not be tolerated?

"Sure, give me one."

Jinghong Ming actually endured it and even took the initiative to ask for a pair of stockings.

At that time, Lee Nanfang couldn't help but want to crawl through the phone and take a good picture of the changes on Wu Tie's Tenth Uncle's face.

However, if one wanted to become a successful businessman, how could one express their emotions when doing business? That would not be conducive to the outcome of the negotiations.

Therefore, Boss Lee said very calmly, "I've never done this kind of business like a silk stocking. Uncle Liu Tie, you don't know that black silk is used every day and every night."

"Cut the crap!"

"Alright, alright, alright, I won't say anything. However, you have all bought a thousand strands of Nanfang's black silk to serve as benefits for your employees. Your Supreme Security Office can't possibly not compare to a local city's entrance, right? "

As a qualified conscience businessman, Boss Lee would never call a black to be white, he would only make it worse.

With just a few words, he changed from 100 to 1000, and even lifted Jinghong Ming up high.

Jinghong Ming was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

Luckily, he was a sly old fox. If he were to put it on those idiots, they would definitely beat him up on the spot with just a few words from Lee Nanfang.

"I don't have any money."

Jinghong Ming said in a low voice.

Lee Nanfang's expression also collapsed.

Even though it was just two simple words, when it came to a person like Uncle Jinghong, the subtext was plentiful.

The meaning was: "I'll take your stockings, but don't think about me being a fool to kill you. Don't think that I don't know how expensive your lousy black silk is. Say it yourself. Don't wait for me to continue wasting my time with you. "

Jack, who understood the hidden meaning of these lines, still dared to continue acting good at a cheap price. He quickly said, "100 lines, I'll give you a discount. Tenth Uncle Jinghong." I will send the goods to you and deliver them to your house. "

"Alright."

At this point, Jinghong Ming no longer wanted to hear Lee Nanfang's voice. He immediately ended the call and rubbed his temples for a long time before calming down.

As he lowered his head to look at the phone on the table, his emotions became complicated once again.

After settling Shen Qingwu and Lee Nanfang, there was still another mission that gave him a headache.

Since Hua Yeshen could go see Lee Nanfang, she had to let Yue Zitong know.

Who knew what kind of tricks the youngest female head in history would play when she found out about this?

Thinking of this, Jinghong Ming started to have a headache.0

Ye Zichen slammed the table. He stopped calling for the time being, walked out of the office, and headed towards the police station's firearms training room.

Only by feeling the bullets shooting out from the gun would he be able to vent his frustration.

The night was getting darker.

After hitting who knows how many bullets, Jinghong Ming finally felt a lot better.

However, the thought of Yue Zitong gave him a headache, so he decided to go home and ask his wife to deal with it.

Talking between women should allow the problem to be resolved more easily.

Director-general Jinghong thought of a brilliant plan and drove home.

As soon as he entered the house, his eyelids twitched at the large pile of stockings.

"Jinghong Ming, this is the first time you've bought me a present. I haven't seen you romantic in all the years we've been married. "But, what are you doing buying so many stockings? Did you see a little girl wearing stockings that were so charming?"

Mrs. Jinghong sat on the sofa with a piece of black wire in her hand. She turned her head and looked at Jinghong Ming.

Jinghong Ming almost fell to the ground.

It's only been a few hours, and Lee Nanfang has already delivered a hundred stockings to our door?

Even a universe ship wouldn't be so fast!

When he was stunned, he felt a cold gaze coming at him. Jinghong Ming hurriedly stepped forward: "Wifey, listen to my explanation."

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