Chapter 742: : Who is that pretending offender?

Li Nanfang didn't want to turn Shangdao Sakura into a murderous devil.
He prefers that when an island woman is in front of him, the kind of resignation that allows him to transform into a beast.
But if Sakura on the island does not change, then the island country’s big cake with an annual net profit of hundreds of millions of dollars can only be handed over to others.
Not everyone can replace Shangdao Sakura’s status in the island nation’s drug industry.
After all, she is the wife of the island national drug king Ming-Mei who is currently marrying, and she has an advantage in succession that others cannot replace.
In the choice between huge profits and making Shangdao Sakura alive, Li Nanfang chose the latter.
He was about to send the Spurs over, and after making a fortune, he brought her to Huaxia, where she was raised by the Golden Silk Bird.
Being able to give up hundreds of millions of dollars in annual net profit for a woman proves that Li Nanfang is still a man----
But on the island Sakura went against his wishes.
She hopes that she can prove with practical actions that not only can she fascinate Li Jun in bed, she is also a good partner in his career.
She cut off Shanquan Ximu's head with a knife, and when she was covered with fountain-like blood, she made the scream. After the phone came from the phone, Li Nanfang's eyebrows violently twitched and silently ended the call.
The woman who has been tortured by the drug lord to such a degree that she can only accept it, has made subversive changes in a short time for his career. What reason does Li Nanfang have, not to do his legitimate business?
Of course, even if you have to do a proper business, Boss Li doesn't have to do everything personally.
As soon as he was in the mall, he was just a little white with seven or six orifices, dealing with profiteers who were full of bad water, and being fucked, he might still be comfortable.
Secondly, he didn't want to learn from Zhuge Liang, he caught big and small things, and finally was exhausted to death in Wuzhangyuan.
If you want to do it, do the big boss behind the scenes.
Hiding behind the scenes, instructing the younger brother to earn money for him, freeing up time to pick up girls and drinking coffee, and then go to the countryside to contract two acres of land, plant flowers and grass, and enjoy the rural life because of his interest.
Originally, Boss Li wanted to throw this important task to Dong Shixiong and the others.
But the aunt had to jump out, crying and crying to work for him to earn money. For this reason, she didn't hesitate to sacrifice her hue and study cooking hard—well, Li Nanfang really had no reason to refuse, but let her go.
The more I thought about it, the more proud I was in my heart, but thinking that Ge Lu was still in dire straits, Li Nanfang gave up the idea of ​​lying in the sun and sleeping beautifully in the face of his dedicated service to the people and Jiang Moran.
Find the mobile phone number that Jing Hongming gave and dialed it.
The old meeting rang with a beep, and no one answered it. Li Nanfang became a little impatient: "Who is this, such a big box?"
In fact, no one’s mobile phone is always by his side, and it’s normal if no one answers.
Li Nanfang was a little impatient, mainly affected by Jing Hongming.
When Jing Hongming told him the phone number, he had a faint disdain in his tone, which misled Li Nanfang and thought that the person he recommended was not a great person.
After the third call, someone finally answered the phone, the tone was very light, without salt: "Hey, who?"
"I."
Li Nanfang asked angrily: "It took so long to answer the phone?"
"Just shit."
"I----"
"Who are you? How do you know my mobile number?"
"I am Li Nanfang."
Li Nanfang took out a cigarette, lit a cigarette in his mouth, and said: "You may not have heard of my name, but it is not important. The important thing is that I have something to tell you. How about you, the most Fortunately, do what I mean. Otherwise, someone will trouble you."
"Li Nanfang?"
The tone of the person on the mobile phone fluctuates significantly: "Muzili, Li Nanfang who flies to the south?"
This sentence has always been what Li Nanfang used to make when he introduced himself and others, and few people said his favorite sentence after hearing his name.
This made him feel less dissatisfied with the man, and nodded: "Yes, I am the Li Nanfang you said. What about that, you should know Director Jing Hong of the Supreme Security Bureau?"
A woman's voice suddenly came from the phone.
With an exotic accent, with disdain, with----In short, this woman who interrupted suddenly made Boss Li suddenly realize that he might have done something wrong: "Isn’t it the one who held his face all day and pretended to be cool? Guy? Husband, what kind of is this Li Nanfang, dare to talk to you in this tone?"
Dare to say that Jing Hongming is a guy with a straight face and pretending to be cool all day long, how many people can you find in China?
Even enemies who hated him with gritted teeth would not use such contempt for him.
Only respect him.
Li Nanfang fainted, and quickly spit out the cigarette in his mouth, holding the phone in both hands, and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, who are you?"
The woman over there said: "This bastard, now I know how to talk to you. Ignore him, the barbecue is mushy."
The man said, "Alina, you take the children to play first, and I will say a few words with this bastard."
Li Nanfang felt like a cold sweat was coming out of his forehead, and again respectfully ask who the other party is.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but what matters is if you call me."
The man answered Li Nanfang in the same way he spoke just now.
People didn't want to say that Li Nanfang couldn't ask any more, so he simply recounted Lu Mingliang's matter.
Finally, he specifically emphasized that this mobile phone number was recommended to him by Jing Hongming.
The man didn't talk about Jing Hongming with him, but was a little surprised: "On this little matter, should I trouble my old man to come out in person?"
This is another pretense.
Li Nanfang said silently in his heart.
Everyone who claims to be "my old man" seems to be pretending to be forced by Li Nanfang.
The difference is that some people are qualified to pretend to be coercive, while some people just pretend to be coercive.
As for the man on the mobile phone, whether he is qualified or pretending to be qualified, Li Nanfang didn't mind to judge, only said: "This matter seems to involve Dali Duan."
Knowing that Deputy Dean Duan was probably from the Duan Clan in Dali, Yue Zitong told him this.
It seems that when Li Nanfang called Jing Hongming yesterday, they had already guessed the origin of Deputy Dean Duan, but didn't say anything.
"Oh, that's how it is. Okay, I get it. Wait."
The man just understood it. After talking and waiting, there was a beep in Li Nanfang's cell phone.
The call is over.
"Let me wait? When should I wait? Don't wait until the cucumber vegetables are cold, but there is no movement on your side."
Looking at the blackened cell phone screen, Li Nanfang cursed something in a low voice, and then called the man back with the heart, or simply called Jing Hongming again to find out who this man was sacred.
But forget it after thinking about it.
I am impatient and can't eat hot tofu. If Lu Mingliang is really taken down by someone, it will not be too late for Li Nanfang to find a way for him.
Although that would damage the bright face that I said to protect Lu, but the officialdom is a place of rules, and you can't mess around for the sake of face.
"Who is that pretending offender?"
With this question, Li Nanfang returned home and drank a can of beer and it was noon.
After casually ordering a bowl of noodles, Li Nanfang drove out of the Yue family villa.
The day before yesterday, he promised Lao Liang that he was going to be a guest at his house, and met an expert by the way.
When you visit someone else's house, you can't go empty-handed, you have to buy something.
If you are an ordinary guest, just pick up the eye-catching gifts in the supermarket and buy something.
But you can't do that when you go to Lao Liang's house. If you buy a light gift, it will make people feel rude.
Buy it heavy, but you may be thought of as bribery.
Go with your hands free-others think you must have a bank card in your pocket.
"It's grass, it's really torture to go to these high officials' homes."
When Li Nanfang scolded, he suddenly remembered that there was a box of "white and black" southern black silk in the back seat of the car.
When he went home last night, Dong Shixiong put it on him, saying that when he wanted to run into someone of good grade, he could take out a bag to give it away.
For those of no grade, let's forget it, a two-pair "white and black" suit is initially priced at 1,200.
"I'm really grateful to be able to sell socks for 600 yuan a pair."
After blaming himself in his heart, Li Nanfang enlightened himself: "However, compared to those drug dealers who can sell more than 100 names of cold medicines for 50 cents in a package, Lao Tzu is still very conscientious in the industry. Yes. After all, you have to take medicine if you are sick, but you don’t have to wear my black silk when you’re on the street."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Nanfang came to the door of the family courtyard of the provincial government.
This is not something you can enter casually.
Not only do you need to register, you must also be notified by the head of the household to confirm that you want to see you before you can enter.
Just as Li Nanfang got out of the car and was about to go to check in, a young woman in a white windbreaker walked over and said hello with a smile: "Hi, Li Nanfang, welcome you to come to my house."
Li Nanfang looked back, and the young woman Shu Lingling looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere: "Ha ha, hello, are you Uncle Liang's daughter?"
People say that Boss Li is welcome to come to her house as a guest. He can't guess who this is, that would be stupid.
"What kind of money? You call me Xiaoyan, Liang Xiaoyan."
The little young woman pursed her mouth and stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, begging to shake: "Looking at your dazed face, I must have forgotten that time in the western restaurant, we have already seen it."
Liang Xiaoyan is more cheerful than Huajiao, and she is the kind of woman that men love to make friends with.
After Liang Xiaoyan mentioned the western restaurant, Li Nanfang suddenly thought of Bai Ling'er's treat, but in the restaurant "ran into" Yue Zitong and Feng Yunting, as well as Bai Ling'er's old classmate, and smiled: "I remember. I haven't seen you for many days, you are much younger and more beautiful than last time."
There is no woman who does not love being praised for being younger and more beautiful than before, whether it is truth or lies.
It's like no woman can resist the temptation of southern black silk.
As soon as Li Nanfang took out a few pairs of black silk, he was snatched by Liang Xiaoyan and exaggerated: "Wow, is this the famous southern black silk? I was thinking about buying a pair to wear it tomorrow. You sent it. Nanfang, you deserve to be rained in time. From now on, it will be called Song Jiangde."
"Not so? Just a few pairs of socks."
Li Nanfang said this, but he was smug in secret. The gift he brought this time was really right.
There is a trick to giving gifts to the leader, that is, it doesn't matter what he likes, the important thing is as long as his family likes it.
"How many pairs of socks? That's it?"
Liang Xiaoyan hugged the socks, eager to wear them, and said casually: "Do you know how black-hearted the manufacturer is? A pair of socks that are broken by hooks costs 600. Humph, why don't they grab them?"
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