"Where are you from?"

"Fragrant... of Xiangjiang"

"Hey, let me tell you, Liu Kaicheng, do you know? It's your boss of Xiangjiang Henglong Real Estate, my friend! Yang Minxue knows it? The chairman of Yinhuang Group, he is also my friend! I also know the boss of Huang Ji, Hongji Real Estate, but the relationship is not very good." As he said that, he still smacked his lips, and it was the loss of the other party.

Seeing that he was bragging more and more outrageous, the neighbor next to him became a little annoyed. However, they didn't say bad words, they just liked to brag.

But seeing that he was planning to continue blowing, the beautiful neighbor asked: "Since you know Liu Kaicheng, do you know where he lives?"

"His home lives...live..." He blinked and "lived" for a long time but didn't say it.

"I tell you, the chairman of Henglong Real Estate lives in the Peninsula villa group opposite Hongkan Stadium, No. 88!"

Fang Yuanshan opened his mouth and said, "How did you... know?"

Looking at him as if he was "shocked", the "neighbor" next to him shook his head and said with a funny look: "Everyone in Xiangjiang knows." Her subtitle means that everyone in Xiangjiang knows something. You don't even know. You told me that you and Liu Kaicheng are good friends?

Fang Yuanshan, who felt that "cowhide" was blown up, scratched his hair a little embarrassedly, and said, "I just forgot it for a while."

Seeing that he "admitted", the "neighbor" who had changed his legs and sat in a sitting position became more excited. He put his left arm on the handrail and held his cheek and asked, "What are you doing? It seems that you can sit in first class and you don't think you're not bad at work, right?"

"I...I am really..."

"Hmm?" Seeing that he wanted to make up a "liar" and the "neighbor" holding his cheek snorted.

Fang Yuanshan raised his head forty-five degrees and said in a slutty way: "Hey, no one believes the truth these days." He paused, leaned his head over and said mysteriously: "Okay, then I'll tell the truth." Actually, I went to the UK to meet a customer."

The woman, who was also curious by his mysterious appearance, reached out and pushed the brim of the baseball cap upwards, and cooperated and said, "What customer?"

Fang Yuanshan was embarrassed, and whispered in a low voice: "Actually, she is a rich British woman. She may be used to seeing foreign macho men, so she wanted to try the oriental charming man, and then let me fly over to see her. She bought the air ticket for me."

After he finished speaking, the "neighbor" next to him suddenly showed a strange expression and asked, "So you are being kept?"

This time, Yuanshan below looked even more "sorry", but he still smiled and agreed.

The neighbor next to him saw that he admitted it, and his expression on his face became even more strange. He looked up and down his body, but he couldn't see why the British woman had such a poor person. Could it be... Thinking of this, she looked at Fang Yuanshan's body.

How sharp is Fang Yuanshan? As soon as this woman looked at her, he knew what she was thinking. But the more she did this, the more she showed an expression on his face that could only be understood but not expressed.

After knowing that he was a "high-level duck", the neighbor immediately stopped communicating, and even his polite smile disappeared, and he turned around and ignored him.

After satisfying the bad taste, Fang Yuanshan felt relieved. A wretched smile hung on the corner of his mouth and he went to sleep with his eyes closed.

The time difference between Xiangjiang and London is 8 hours, plus the flight time, when we arrived at Xiangjiang International Airport, it was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was hanging high.

This time, he mainly made a contribution to the "tourmaline" craze in several international metropolises in Asia. At the same time, relying on the rich storage of Brazilian colored gems, it will continue to maintain it and completely change the Asians' views on Brazilian gems.

As the boss of Brazil's "Yuanshan Group", Fang Yuanshan did not take a private plane, did not work in a VIP cabin when he came back, and did not even bring two cute little secretaries next to him. However, his pomp is not small at all, and he is less than an international superstar or a big boss of a private company.

Several extended Rolls-Royce drove all the way to the bottom of the Boeing 747 plane. Next to each car were two big men in suits and ties. They all had sunglasses on their noses and ears hung on their ears. The tough temperament came out of their body, making people dare not get close to them.

Anne stood in front of the car with a group of senior executives of the company. More than a dozen airport ground service personnel helped guide the passengers on the plane. Many people were wondering if there were any international people who arrived on the same plane?

Fang Yuanshan on the spiral ladder followed Frank and the others, with sunglasses on his face. When he saw Murong Wan under the plane, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

"Girl, thank you for your hard work!"

Fang Yuanshan walked down and came straight to Murong Wan, trying to reach out and rub her head, but when she thought that there were so many subordinates next to her, she finally resisted the impulse and just kept smiling at her.

The girl was just watching him and was so happy. The two of them were just smiling at each other. The company staff next to her were also looking at them with amusement.

After a while, Fang Yuanshan walked to the car and opened the door, held the car frame and let Murong Wan sit in. Then he bent down and followed in. The convoy slowly drove away from the airport.

The "neighbor" on the plane naturally saw this scene, his face full of shock and doubt, and he murmured: "Is this also his 'customer'?" Then he began to think about the girl in front of Fang Yuanshan, who is from Xiangjiang?

After the partition between Rolls-Royce rose, Murong Wan could no longer hold back and threw herself into Fang Yuanshan's arms. Her two little hands also wrapped around his waist, and murmured with a hint of admiration: "I...I miss you."

Holding the girl's soft body, smelling the faint fragrance on her nose, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on her face. As soon as the girl finished speaking, he nodded and said, "Well, so do I."

The two of them hugged them quietly, and drove to the "Baoshi Building" on "Zoudun Road". After getting off the car, they looked at the building in front of them, and their eyes flashed for a moment, wanting to say something, but considering that the company has not yet opened up the market in Asia, it is too early to say it.

The company's employees, Frank and others, entered the building like stars. After entering the company, there seemed to be more employees. Murong Wan next to her explained softly: "There are now six direct stores on Xiahai Street, and each store only sells one type of tourmaline according to your idea. Now the decoration is completed, and I will only wait for the official opening on May 12th."

After hearing Murong Wan's words, Fang Yuanshan nodded without saying a word. He originally wanted to wait until the store was almost acquired before the decoration and opening, but something happened in Brazil some time ago and there was no time to think about it. Taking advantage of this period of time, Brazil was relatively "peaceful", he planned to manage the matter here.

After entering the office, Murong Wan smiled and said, "Our Tang costume designer designed a total of twelve sets of catwalk clothes based on the color of tourmaline. Do you want to see it?"

Murong Wan studied when she liked clothing, so Tang Shang was no worse than those jewelry in her heart. After seeing Fang Yuanshan, she couldn't help but want to show off.

"I think about it"

Hearing his words, Murong Wan immediately stood up, walked to the display cabinet next to her, took out a thick picture album from the glass window, handed it to him and said, "These are all styles that the model can try on, see how it is."

After Fang Yuanshan took it, he looked carefully. The bright red, the moon white, the yellow, the purple, and the green ones were all kinds of colors and the new styles. It was so beautiful when worn on the model that Fang Yuanshan couldn't even look away.

Murong Wan next to her asked with a nervous look like a child looking forward to praise: "Is it good?"

"nice!"

"Where is it good?"

"So white!"

Murong Wan asked in confusion: "What's so white?"

"thigh"
Chapter completed!