Chapter 152: She is not lost

Qiao Mu never received Li Yan's message, and the message sent out was like a grain of sand thrown into the sea, without a trace.
I didn't contact him for half a month, and didn't feel anything, but I didn't contact him, but I was very... annoyed!
Yes, just annoyed!
She would not admit that she felt a little bit of loss in her heart!
When Chi Xia left, there was only Arbor in the dormitory, not to mention how boring it was.
Qiao Mu couldn't bear it anymore. He lay on the bed at night and sent another message to Li Yan.
"Uncle, why don't you return my message?"
"Uncle, did you not see it, or pretended not to see it!"
"Uncle, even if you don't want to talk to me, but you promised me, should you honor it?"
"Uncle, I've already had a vacation, what about a good internship?"
"Uncle..."
"Are you uninstalling WeChat?"
"Li Yan, if you don't reply to me again, I'm going to fall back on the bill and not pay you back!"
Qiaomu gave up a text message, followed by another, and finally Qiaomu gave up and sent a bomb directly, adding a pooping expression to the past.
Means, blow up your face.
-
In country F, Li Yan has been busy dealing with matters at hand since the day he came here.
Abroad, Li Yan and Su Chen have jointly developed a powerful underground organization and made some secret transactions.
The cargo in his hand was intercepted by hostile organizations. Although this kind of thing is common, this time the amount of cargo is huge and valuable. It took Li Yan a few days to deal with it.
However, if someone else put one in, Li Yan, who had never suffered a loss, naturally wanted to pay back this loss several times.
Therefore, Li Yan blocked all the other party's routes for transporting goods, and the other party broke one of his roads, then he would cut off all the other party's roads.
After several days of negotiations, the two sides finally negotiated face-to-face.
In the empty room, there is a long table, Li Yan sits at one end, and a blond man sits opposite.
The atmosphere is very tense.
At this moment, the mobile phone in Li Yan's pocket kept vibrating. He took out the mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. What he saw was a bunch of information.
For half a month, there was no contact between them. The little thing finally contacted him actively, but it came with a purpose.
Li Yan's black eyes squinted, and he heard the blond man on the opposite side say: "Boss Li, talking about things so halfheartedly, are you not satisfied with the 20% profit I gave you?"
Li Yan put down his mobile phone and looked at the other party coldly, "40% profit, there is no room for negotiation. Either I will release the goods and we will both make a profit, or we will continue to consume it. The longer it takes, the loser is not me, Situ , You have no time to go around with you. Whether the goods arrive on time is a question of your integrity. The fighting over there is booming, and this is a long-term major customer."
Situ Zheng's expression changed, his face was gloomy and scary, but Li Yan disapprovingly leaned on the sofa, waiting for the other person to nod.
With a sudden "bang", the little brother standing next to him slammed his gun on the table and stared at Li Yan fiercely, "Don't toast or not eat or fine wine. If you give you 20% profit, our boss will give you face. , If you don’t see it well, just accept..."
The corner of Li Yan's mouth twitched, and his cold eyes narrowed slightly. A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. In the next second, a short knife from his waist was thrown directly at the talkative little brother. The unmistakable cross was between the little brother's fingers.
Then, a cold voice came out from thin lips: "Who gave you the right to yell in front of me?"
[Today’s update is finally over, Suying is taking anti-allergic medicine, has been drowsy and has difficulty concentrating. I wrote a chapter for more than two hours. I wrote it and deleted it. Forgive me.]