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Chapter 70

Chapter 70

In just one day, Chen Yang scolded Fang Qiu, which had already built up authority in Xiao Fang's heart, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"Forget it, you can keep this phone number too."

Chen Yang patted his head and wrote a series of phone calls again as if he was remembering something.

Xiao Fang took it and took a look, but it was from overseas.

Chen Yang asked uneasily: "Is your English okay?"

Xiaofang felt Chen Yang's uncertainty and felt humiliated, so he protested: "I have a CET-8 English."

"Barely enough."

Chen Yang muttered, not letting Xiao Fang, who pricked up his ears, hear him.

What happened to the legal team just now alerted Chen Yang.

He is now only dealing with Logan's small company, not the giant he once was at the helm of, so he needs to be more careful.

"Xiao Fang, what I gave you is the phone number of the person in charge of an overseas company that salvages sunken ships."

"You call over and be responsible for docking and receiving the goods."

A company that salvages sunken ships?

"What the hell is this? Does it have anything to do with us?"

Xiao Fang was confused. He felt that there was a question mark tied to the end of each hair on the ponytail on the back of his head.

Chen Yang saw whether she understood or not, and couldn't help but sigh again.

"The shipwreck salvage business mainly targets some gold and silver ships that sailed on the sea in those days, such as the ships that the East India Company transported gold and silver to the British headquarters but sank halfway."

"In addition to gold and silver ships, there are also porcelain ships departing from Citong Port and Zhangzhou Port."

"There will be a large amount of ancient Chinese porcelain on board, especially Clark porcelain, which was mainly used for export in ancient times."

"Even if this kind of porcelain is salvaged from a sunken ship, the price will not be very high and the quantity is huge."

When Chen Yang said this, Xiaofang's eyes began to light up, and she somewhat understood what he meant.

"I'm just in case. If there is a problem with the craftsmen, you can use this batch of Clark porcelain to top it."

"It's a genuine antique after all, so I can sell it for a handicraft price no matter what."

After Chen Yang finished explaining, he lowered his head and started calling Chen Fang to make arrangements.

After all this, Chen Yang pinched his eyebrows with his hand and felt that his whole body was hollowed out.

Xiao Fang held two slips of paper with phone numbers written on them and put them away as if they had found a treasure.

Looking at Chen Yang's busy figure, I unconsciously felt a bit of admiration.

Xiao Fang thought for a while, quietly exited, made a cup of coffee, and brought it to Chen Yang.

"Thanks."

Chen Yang nodded, and just picked up the coffee and took a sip. Before he could criticize Xiao Fang's craftsmanship, he heard Xiao Fang's timid voice ringing in his ears:

"Mr. Chen, do you have a headache?"

"Let me press it for you."

After Xiao Fang finished speaking, he was already standing behind Chen Yang, his hands wrapped around the back of the chair and pressed on Chen Yang's head.

She spread her fingers, put her thumb on the back of her head, and rubbed her ring finger near her temples, slowly exerting force.

Before Chen Yang could even say the words of rejection, he felt the moist and warm breath on his head. Xiao Fang leaned forward to facilitate the exertion of force, and the hair fell on Chen Yang's face in strands, soft and itchy.

Xiaofang is petite and slim. Even if Chen Yang is sitting or standing, she is not much taller. In addition, she has not received professional training and her hands are not strong enough.

In order to press it in place, she had to lean forward, almost falling on Chen Yang's back.

At that moment, Chen Yang felt pressure on his back, like a sudden push on the accelerator of a Jaguar.

"Hiss~"

Chen Yang was extremely grateful that the chair had a backrest, otherwise the touch at this moment would have been too exciting.

"stop!"

As soon as Xiao Fang exerted his strength, Chen Yang decisively stopped.

He stood up, turned his head, and said seriously:

"I am a man with a wife."


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