He asked: "Second brother, are you possessed by an evil spirit or have you seen a ghost?! How can you smile so weirdly and idiotically?!"
I have known Yang Mufan for many years. He always has a dark and handsome face, stern and expressionless, as if he is a robot that does not know joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Nan Juefeng has never seen him show such "two", such "
"Idiot" look, like a fool.
Hearing the sound, Yang Mufan immediately came back to his senses.
His expression froze, and then he asked seriously and indifferently: "Brother, why are you back?!"
Nan Juefeng glanced at him indifferently: "What, you are not happy to see that I came back alive and did not die in Europe?!"
Yang Mufan leisurely hummed, very meaningfully: "There is a point. You said that if you died, with so many properties in your name, how many years would I have to secretly launder, how much effort and thought would it take to get them all?
Just wash your hands and follow my surname 'Yang'?!"
Nan Juefeng twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, then strode into the office, sat up straight on the sofa, raised his long and strong legs, put them heavily on the short table, and groaned: "You stinky boy,
Do you really regard me as your elder brother, or do you just want my money?! Or is it a tool for you to make profits?! I feel more and more: you are becoming more and more cruel."
A sinister smile spread across the corners of Yang Mufan's lips, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It's better to be a wolf-hearted person. There are many men in the world who can't change even if they want to, so don't dislike them."
"Yang Mufan, your shamelessness is getting more and more unlimited."
"Okay, I won't bullshit you anymore. How did things go?!" He suppressed the mischievousness on his face and asked Yang Mufan seriously.
Nan Jue Feng Yousheng said: "Are you still worried if I take action?! I have already figured out the details of the large and small military and artillery teams in Europe. All the people who can replace us have been replaced.
.Just don’t worry.”
Yang Mufan nodded.
He stood up from the executive chair and walked towards Nan Juefeng.
The moment he sat down on the sofa, Yang Mufan picked up the cigarette case on the side, opened it, and handed it to Nan Juefeng.
Nan Juefeng took out a cigar, lit it with a ruby-encrusted lighter, and took a long puff.
Yang Mufan followed suit and lit one leisurely, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
The cigar was halfway burning when Nan Juefeng said: "By the way, second brother, I need your help with something."
"What's going on?!" Yang Mufan took a puff of cigarette, filtering the white smoke from his lungs skillfully and freely, then slowly expelled it from his perfect thin lips, and finally rose slowly into the air in a graceful spiral.
Nan Juefeng hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I have a lot of black money, and I am being closely watched by the police. Can you think of a way to help me launder my money in the shortest possible time?!"
After hearing this, Yang Mufan was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Leave this matter to me. I will handle it."
Nan Juefeng's heart, which was suspended in mid-air, finally landed: "When the matter is done, I'll treat you to a drink."
"A meal of wine seems to have dismissed me?!" Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows.
Nan Juefeng asked: "Then what do you want?!"
Yang Mufan smiled evilly and viciously, and said quietly: "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think about it."
Nan Juefeng quickly took out another cigarette, lit it, and took a puff before saying, "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like I've fallen into your trap again."
Xiangmu Fan smiled evilly and had no intention of speaking.
Nan Juefeng suddenly remembered something, stared at Yang Mufan with a half-smile, and asked ambiguously: "By the way, second brother, how is your wife chasing after you?!" He asked: "Second brother, are you possessed by evil spirits, or are you possessed by evil spirits?
Have you seen a ghost?! How can you laugh so weirdly and idiotically?!"
I have known Yang Mufan for many years. He always has a dark and handsome face, stern and expressionless, as if he is a robot that does not know joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Nan Juefeng has never seen him show such "two", such "
"Idiot" look, like a fool.
Hearing the sound, Yang Mufan immediately came back to his senses.
His expression froze, and then he asked seriously and indifferently: "Brother, why are you back?!"
Nan Juefeng glanced at him indifferently: "What, you are not happy to see that I came back alive and did not die in Europe?!"
Yang Mufan leisurely hummed, very meaningfully: "There is a point. You said that if you died, with so many properties in your name, how many years would I have to secretly launder, how much effort and thought would it take to get them all?
Just wash your hands and follow my surname 'Yang'?!"
Nan Juefeng twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, then strode into the office, sat up straight on the sofa, raised his long and strong legs, put them heavily on the short table, and groaned: "You stinky boy,
Do you really regard me as your elder brother, or do you just want my money?! Or is it a tool for you to make profits?! I feel more and more: you are becoming more and more cruel."
A sinister smile spread across the corners of Yang Mufan's lips, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It's better to be a wolf-hearted person. There are many men in the world who can't change even if they want to, so don't dislike them."
"Yang Mufan, your shamelessness is getting more and more unlimited."
"Okay, I won't bullshit you anymore. How did things go?!" He suppressed the mischievousness on his face and asked Yang Mufan seriously.
Nan Jue Feng Yousheng said: "Are you still worried if I take action?! I have already figured out the details of the large and small military and artillery teams in Europe. All the people who can replace us have been replaced.
.Just don’t worry.”
Yang Mufan nodded.
He stood up from the executive chair and walked towards Nan Juefeng.
The moment he sat down on the sofa, Yang Mufan picked up the cigarette case on the side, opened it, and handed it to Nan Juefeng.
Nan Juefeng took out a cigar, lit it with a ruby-encrusted lighter, and took a long puff.
Yang Mufan followed suit and lit one leisurely, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
The cigar was halfway burning when Nan Juefeng said: "By the way, second brother, I need your help with something."
"What's going on?!" Yang Mufan took a puff of cigarette, filtering the white smoke from his lungs skillfully and freely, then slowly expelled it from his perfect thin lips, and finally rose slowly into the air in a graceful spiral.
Nan Juefeng hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I have a lot of black money, and I am being closely watched by the police. Can you think of a way to help me launder my money in the shortest possible time?!"
After hearing this, Yang Mufan was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Leave this matter to me. I will handle it."
Nan Juefeng's heart, which was suspended in mid-air, finally landed: "When the matter is done, I'll treat you to a drink."
"A meal of wine seems to have dismissed me?!" Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows.
Nan Juefeng asked: "Then what do you want?!"
Yang Mufan smiled evilly and viciously, and said quietly: "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think about it."
Nan Juefeng quickly took out another cigarette, lit it, and took a puff before saying, "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like I've fallen into your trap again."
Xiangmu Fan smiled evilly and had no intention of speaking.
Nan Juefeng suddenly remembered something, stared at Yang Mufan with a half-smile, and asked ambiguously: "By the way, second brother, how is your wife chasing you?!"
