Chapter 546

The Golden Swallow Fashion Festival, originally scheduled to be held on the 1st of next month at Qingshan Convention and Exhibition Center, was postponed for one week.

This is the second edition of Castle Peak daily, the headline of the city news section.

As we all know, large-scale activities scheduled several months in advance will not be postponed without authorization without a last resort.

As early as before Li Nanfang came to Nanjiang, dozens of fashion brands from China had made full preparations for this day, and the tickets were sold out as early as the beginning of this month.

But now, how can we suddenly say delay and delay?

A week later for some reason?

The news did not say any reason, that is, simply "for some reason". I believe that all people who care about this fashion festival will find it strange, and then complain that the organizers are too playful.

But Li Nanfang won't complain.

The day after tomorrow is the first, he is still on the journey back home, unable to participate in the event.

But it's great to postpone the fashion festival for a week. On the 7th, he must have returned to Castle Peak and personally led Dong Shixiong and others to let the world's supermodels, Crawford, put on their southern silk stockings and go on the show, so that the whole world can know what really amazing black silk is.

"It's just a special arrangement for me to postpone the opening of the fashion festival for some reason."

Looking at the newspaper, Li Nanfang said to himself with a smile, when a mobile phone rang in his luggage.

After the general mobile phone is brought to the golden triangle, there is no signal. All drug lords don't like it. Their specific location can be locked by the outside world, so their safety factor will be greatly reduced.

So these days, Li NanFang's mobile phone never rings.

Now after more than two hours of running, the bus has been far away from the signal blind area.

Who will call me?

I'm sure it's my aunt. She's going to scold me. Do you want me to answer?

Guarding so many strangers, scolded by a little girl, looks very shameless.

Yu Guang from the corner of his eye sweeps those bold people who close their eyes and rest. Li Nanfang thinks he can answer the phone, but no matter how she scolds him, she won't answer back. It's called responding to changes with constancy.

Take out the mobile phone, it's not Yue Zitong, it's a strange call, there's no display area, it should be encrypted channel.

Looking at the strange number flashing on the mobile phone screen, Li Nanfang didn't want to answer it.

His current situation is so sensitive that it is better not to let others know that he has been here.

However, the cell phone is running out of power, and those bold people nearby all look at him with strange eyes, as if asking why he didn't answer the phone.

It's none of your business whether I answer the phone or not?

Li Nanfang scolded in his heart, but he got through the phone, looked out of the dark window and made up his mind that no matter who called him, he would only listen and not answer.

"Have you read the news in castle peak daily?"

A deep man's voice came from his mobile phone.

Li Nanfang was stunned. Then he recognized who was calling him and said, "yes, just now."

The one who called him turned out to be Jing Hong, who beat him to death with Qin Laoqi that night.

When someone calls him, Li Nanfang can pretend to be a fool, but he has no courage to treat Jing Hongming like this.

This is not to say that Li Nanfang is afraid of the death of Jing Hong, but because of respect.

Jing Hongming said faintly, "well, have you seen the news that Qingshan Fashion Festival has been postponed for a week?"

"I see it."

When Li Nanfang nodded his head, he was still wondering how a big man like Jing Hongming could care about the little matter that the Qingshan Fashion Festival was postponed for a week. But he soon understood: "Jinghong Shishu, you delayed the fashion festival."

"Lao Xie told me that the establishment of Nanfang group can give Dong Shixiong a hope, which can be regarded as the starting point for you to embark on the right path. When your company's products are introduced to the world for the first time, it will be a pity that you, the founder, will not participate in it. "

Jing Hongming seemed to scold something in a low voice, then continued: "but I think it must be old lady Xie's idea to let me intervene in such a small matter. With Lao Xie's free and easy energy, he will care whether you have regrets or not. "

Li Nanfang laughed: "I also think that this should be aunt Xie's idea. Lao Xie is just a poor microphone. Although aunt Xie is usually fierce to me, she treats me as her own son, just like a teacher's mother. "

"You know that's all you need to do, so you'd better think about the people who care about you before you do something stupid."

"Yes, yes, I remember."

"Hum."

This cold hum is Jing Hongming's goodbye at the end of the call.

For this, Li Nanfang doesn't mind - not everyone is qualified to let Jing Hongming call him.

"Well, how can you get so much love from your elders, my friend?"

Li Nanfang sighed happily. He leaned back in his chair and read the newspaper.

The bumpy road conditions for buses have improved a lot since they officially entered Myanmar.

It's too easy to cross the border here. It's just like the neighbors visiting each other. The bus stops at the front and back of the sentry box. The Burmese soldiers in charge of border security are too lazy to come out to see. After taking a cigarette from the bus driver, they are impatient to wave their hands to let it go.

In the morning, after sunrise, the bus stopped at the side of the road.

There is a station here.

A rough license plate was hung on a tree by the side of the road. Dozens of people with bags were standing below, including many white people.

As soon as the car stopped, the Kokang people who came to Myanmar to work took their own tools and talked in a low voice. They got off the car one after another.

The little girl who had eaten Li NanFang's chocolate was held by her mother and got out of the car. She kept waving her hand to him. What she said in her mouth should be asking him if she could give him that kind of delicious food again.

I can't resist the desire in the little girl's eyes. Li Nanfang handed her the whole box of chocolates from the window.

The woman holding the little girl seemed to finally see that boss Li was a good man. She put down her daughter, put her hands together and bowed to him to show her gratitude.

Li Nanfang also put his hands together in return, feeling that Myanmar's morning was really beautiful.

The terminal of this bus is Yangon. Two kilometers north from where Kokang people get off, it is gray Valley, the largest gambling market in the world.

The bus doesn't start until 8:30. The driver has been driving all night, so it's time to find a place to eat and have a rest.

Li Nanfang can get out of the car for activities, but he doesn't want to go down. It's so hot as soon as the sun comes out, so it's better to hide in the car and have a sleep.

After all the workers got off the bus, some of the passengers who were waiting for the bus to Yangon got on the bus. A couple of young lovers from Europe and America sat in the back seat of Li Nanfang.

From these people's low voice conversation, Li Nanfang knows that they are gamblers of gambling stones, and the gray Valley is not far away.

Before he came to southern Xinjiang, Li Nanfang planned to go there because Heilong had an unusual interest in jade. Moreover, David invited him there twice, but now he is not interested. He wants to go back to Castle Peak.

A man should focus on his family and career. Anyway, he has regained his freedom. When the company is on the right track, he can come.

European and American people are open. The couple sitting in the back embrace each other as soon as they get on the bus. They kiss and touch each other like no one else. It's like the bus is their private car. No one cares.

"No quality."

Li Nanfang frowned and looked back at the sound of kisses coming from behind.

The man is sitting by the window, the woman is sitting outside, stretching to the left leg in the corridor. It's long, white, greasy, strong and healthy. It's such a mess that people can't help pinching it.

Especially the thin high-heeled black shoes, every time they shake, they will be suspected by Li Nanfang that they are releasing a secret signal to him. Hey, handsome guy, I'll see you in room 106 at 10:30 tonight.

Recently, Li Nanfang, a licentious man, has no interest in this. He just has a simple idea of appreciating beauty. After a good look at his long leg, he soon finds out that he is not in the same class as Alice. He suddenly feels dull, pulls down the window curtain and covers his face with the newspaper.

All night long, he was really sleepy. In a few minutes, Li Nanfang fell asleep.

There is a saying that people are afraid of their hometown.

Qingshan is not Li NanFang's hometown, and he is now in Myanmar, thousands of miles away from Qingshan, but now he has this strange feeling, just because there is a Yue Zitong there.

Not long after he fell asleep, he began to dream.

In his dream, Yue Zitong, dressed in black leather tights, high waisted riding boots, and waving a prickly whip in his right hand, whipped over and yelled: "I'm not going to let you grow up! If I don't use my head when I do things, I will worry about you. Do you still have the face to come back? "

Li Nanfang wanted to resist very much. He yelled for you to stop and listen to me.

But all of a sudden, his hands and feet didn't listen to his command. They could only let the whip rain on him. How painful! Is this the rhythm of murdering my husband?

When Li Nanfang, who was dreaming, was in a hurry, he suddenly heard someone exclaim excitedly: "look, there are men beating women outside!"

Li Nanfang opened his eyes. Yue Zitong, a shrew, disappeared. Only the excited cry came from behind.

Grass, is really a scum, see a man beat a woman can even be so excited, this person is really not saved.

Looking back at the man by the window, Li Nanfang despised one in his heart and stretched out his hand to open the curtain.

I don't know when people are standing under the stop sign outside the window.

Looking down, two tough looking foreign men are gathering a woman under the crowd of tourists.

A man plucked her hair in his left hand and grabbed her right arm in his right, shaking violently from side to side.

Another man, waving a roll of yellow paper in his hand, was saying something to his companion, looking very excited.

The woman with her hair plucked lowered her head and couldn't see her appearance. She was wearing a black dress. Her shoes had been thrown off for a long time and she was barefoot on the ground.

There was a small white satchel under her feet. The contents were scattered all over the floor. Some lipstick, a small mirror, a mobile phone, and even a bag of Anle were trampled on.

This woman is not a good stubble, in the face of two men, although completely at an absolute disadvantage, but still fierce to death, struggling to raise his left hand, hard to scratch a man's face, mouth is scolding: "son of a bitch, let me go!"

Li Nanfang, who lives in a foreign country and adheres to the principle that more is better than less. He originally made up his mind to watch the fun, but when he heard the woman scolding him, he frowned.

When his brain is not hot, he can't be indifferent when his compatriots are beaten abroad.