Zi Wei was placed on the child's chair.

There is a small pacifier plugged into it.

There is a diaper under her butt and her mouth is smudging, very cute.

Amy sat next to him, drinking soup from a small bowl, and the family sat at the dining table to have breakfast together.

At this moment, the picture is very warm.

Zhuang Shikai was drinking white fungus soup and suddenly asked: "Aunt Chen just brought up an old piece of clothing. Did you ask her to take it?"

Amei looked stunned, then nodded: "I asked her to take it."

"Is the household not enough?" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyes and asked in a low voice.

You must know that a dress is the prestige of a wealthy family. A couture dress is never worn twice. If it is worn twice, it is not called a couture dress.

Zhuang Shikai thought that he had recently joined forces with the "Patriotic Chamber of Commerce". While managing the police force, he was also busy fighting business wars, and had less care for his family.

The amount of money burned in the business war is terrifying.

Progress has been faster in the past few months.

Money is also burning faster.

There is also a reserve fund in the supervision account.

However, the families of Zhuang Sheng and Huo Sheng are indeed short of income and assets.

Huo Sheng has split up several of his companies, thrown away some edges, and is exchanging money to maintain the company.

Shao Sheng's charity work came to a complete halt.

Not to mention the charter king.

The cruise ship burns fuel on credit.

Mr. Song has a better life.

Zhuang Sheng's life is going well. It's just that during the Spring Festival in the past two months, there were no more banquets at home. Recently, he mainly travels in a separate official car and a nanny car, and there is no more pomp and show in a caravan.

I'm sorry to say that the red envelope money given to brothers in the police force during the Spring Festival came from Rose.

The wineries, cigars, and racecourses all stopped.

Recently, the "Big Five" have collectively kept a low profile, and they feel quite like a "lonely" boss.

The fight in the shopping mall was in full swing, and everyone knew that this was a battle in which all assets were spent.

The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the rough waves know the sincere minister.

The harder Zhuang Sheng and others fight, the more the country will notice... These are military medals that cannot be erased, and Zhuang Sheng and others are not pretending, they really have to fight very hard.

When Zhuang Shikai saw "A Mei" planning to wear an old dress to a tea party, he even felt a sense of guilt in his heart, feeling that he had not led his woman to live a good life.

At the moment, Zhuang Shikai also noticed that the ring on A Mei's hand was wrong, and his eyes were fixed on the diamond ring on the jade finger for a long time...

"The household income is enough! Ziwei and I are living a good life." Ami replied with a chuckle, and immediately noticed her husband's gaze and laughed out loud: "That sapphire ring is out of date... I asked Axiang to help send it abroad for filming.

Lost it and replaced it with a diamond one..."

"True love lasts forever... To be honest, I still prefer diamonds..."

Ami stretched out her five fingers, and the diamond ring sparkled. Compared with the previous sapphire, the value and nobility were worlds apart...

Zhuang Shikai took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, things will end well."

"Spring is almost over."

"I will definitely decide the outcome with Gui Lao."

Amy showed a silent smile.

"I'm full." Zhuang Shikai put down the dishes, returned to the room, and opened the cabinet.

Last month, there were brand bags on display, shining brightly, and in the cabinet with a dazzling array, there were only a dozen bags of different styles and seasons left in the blink of an eye.

Except for a few sporadic gifts from two big brands and VIP gifts, there is not a single new spring model.

This is a very embarrassing thing for a "rich family". Although Zhuang Shikai is not a hypocritical person and has lived a hard life, he really feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Because A Mei and Rose are different, Rose has confidence, and Sir Zhuang can borrow money without any shame when he holds Rose in his arms.

But Ami has followed him since she was a child, and he is everything to Ami. There are some things that cannot be said.

Before he could take the final step of utilizing the "Rose" assets, Ami sold his private luxury goods first, and only sold his own. The antique furnishings in his home were not touched, and he even added new items to his clothing, accessories, and watches.

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Sir Zhuang did not expect that "Ami" had such a persevering and brave side.

"Oh." He sighed softly, and he could tell which bag Ami would wear at a glance. He simply took out a bank card from his clothes, opened the bag and stuffed it into the compartment.

This time Ami showed her magnanimity as the hostess of the Zhuang family.

Before Zhuang Sheng left home, she saw him off as usual, carefully and slowly tidying up Zhuang Sheng's collar... Then Amei took out the bank card from her pocket, put it back into Zhuang Sheng's trouser pocket, and stared at it.

He said: "Men have more money, so this card should be kept with you."

"Um?"

Sir Zhuang's eyes flashed, and he was very surprised.

It is reported that the young wives raised by the boat chartering king have fallen out with him.

Being able to find this scene in my own home... Sir Zhuang was really touched...

"You don't have to worry about me being embarrassed by wearing an old dress. Mrs. Shao, Mr. Huo and Miss Song are just like me. It's popular for us to wear old dresses recently."

"I don't know about other places, but in Hong Kong, how we dress is fashionable." Ami's lips showed confidence, and she raised the ring on her hand: "You are my man, no matter what you do, I will support you!"

"After I asked Axiang to sell those luxury goods and jewelry, I set up a fund abroad. The money is not much, but even if we are impoverished, we can enable Ziwei to go to the best school and grow up healthy."

Zhuang Shikai moved his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, nor did he take out the card in his pocket. He just said: "I'm going out to do something!"

"Go ahead."

Ami smiled sweetly.

Regardless of whether Ami's other abilities are strong, at least "Zhuang Sheng" feels at ease in this home, and he can rest assured that this home is left to Ami.

"Squeak!"

Hong Kong Island Region.

Zhuang Shikai drove to work.

In fact, the police officers in the region don't care about shopping mall affairs. Except for the high-level officials who are concerned, no one knows about the changes in "Master Zhuang's" assets, but they are still working seriously.

London.

On the banks of the Thames.

Ruan Wen wore a black gauze hat, a black and white dress, and a scarf around his neck.

She covered the coffee with both hands and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Wu, what exactly do you want to do?"

Gao Jin was wearing a suit, half-leaning on a chair, and had a scarf hanging around his neck, but the scarf almost fell to the ground.

I saw his hands clasped together on his lap, his legs crossed, and his expression was very confident.

"Huh." He threw away the pile of broken banknotes in his hand, spit out his cigar, stared at Ruan Wen and said, "I want you!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wu." Ruan Wen's expression suddenly became serious: "Although you have purchased several of my works, which has helped my career to a certain extent, the art market is free to buy and sell, so I don't owe you anything."

"I know you have strong financial resources, but I have a fiancé..."

Now "refuse" is Ruan Wen's attitude, and "I don't think you can do anything to me!" is the meaning in the soft article's words.

Gao Jin smiled brightly: "I'm sorry, Miss Ruan, I blame me for not speaking clearly."

"I mean...I want your talent, not your body."

Gao Jin pointed at himself and smiled: "You can also see that I am so handsome, I have no shortage of women."

"Huh?" Ruan Wen held the bag in his hand and his butt had already left the stool, but he felt the "contempt" in Gao Jin's words and felt a little uncomfortable.

In addition, after Gao Jin explained his reasons and had no other intentions, Ruan Wen put down his bag again, sat down and said, "Do you want to cooperate with me for a long time and acquire my works?"

This is rare in the art market. Once it becomes a big deal, it will be of great help to Ruan Wen's career.

Gao Jin said: "It's true in the long run, but it's not about acquiring your works."

"Mr. Wu, please speak directly." Ruan Wen asked in a clear voice.

"I want you to draw this..." Gao Jin took out a dollar bill and placed it gently on the table. The breeze from the Thames River gently blew the corner of the dollar bill. Ruan Wen looked at the dollar bill and pondered for a long time. Finally he raised his head and said, "Mr. Wu,

goodbye."

This time she picked up the bag, turned around and left without taking any notes.

On the street, she quickened her pace and walked very quickly in high heels. She looked back from time to time, as if she was afraid that someone would catch up, and she seemed to be watching to see if anyone was leaving.

Gao Jin held a cigar between his fingers, exhaled white mist, and sat on a chair to blow the air.

five minutes later.

Ruan Wen walked into the red phone booth at the corner and dialed the alarm number.

Eight minutes later.

"Beep! Beep!" The siren flashed.

More than a dozen police cars parked on the banks of the Thames River and immediately surrounded the coffee shop.

"GOGOGO!" A group of aggressive police officers with guns and ammunition rushed out of the police car.

"The target may be a painter! The danger is extremely high! Act immediately!" a British police officer shouted with a communicator.

"Yes, sir!" the police officers responded in unison, aiming their guns.

"Crash!" Long Wu immediately stood up from a table next to him, reached out and took out a gun from his arms.

At the same time, in the coffee shop, there were four or five round tables and a dozen bodyguards in suits, one by one, stood up and drew their guns to protect the boss.

Gao Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The other party finally took the bait!"

He's not just fishing for the police! He's fishing for real painters!

The painter must not be able to help it! He starts to observe everything from behind and make plans.

"Qiang." A silver poker appeared in Gao Jin's hand and suddenly flew out, hitting the officer's wrist.

"Ah!!!" The British police officer's palm was pierced by the gold poker. He screamed and let go of the communicator in his hand.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

"Bang bang bang!!!" On the banks of the Thames, white pigeons were flying in the distance, and gunshots were heard constantly, ushering in a fierce battle.

Hong Kong Island.

evening.

"Go to the dock."

Zhuang Shikai closed his suit, closed the car door, and preached loudly.

"Yes, sir!"

Zhou Huabiao pulled on his seat belt, started the car, and responded to orders.

The car slowly drove out of the gate of the headquarters.

Today Zhuang Shikai said that the "Business War" is about to have a result. It is true. Time has passed. Four months later, the war has completed multiple steps such as "bloodletting", "intelligence", and "tearing down machines and digging holes". Currently, the scandal tactics have begun.

The enemy's scandal has broken out, and the winner will be determined within a few days by this move.
Chapter completed!