Chapter 2003

Because of the commotion before, Ding Yiyi's pajamas have become flabby, and ye nianmo's mouth is dry.

Ye nianmo still has a leisurely mood, and continues his words at the beginning, "Jason's real name is Dong, and his father is sitting in the customs seat and his name is Dong Chunsheng. He has great power and a good reputation. When the government affairs are open every month, his books are clean. No one would have thought that he had a son in New Zealand, and all his possessions were under his name. "

"And then?" Ding Yiyi bit his lower lip and spit out a hard sentence.

"Si Wenbing once said that at present, there is a force in China who wants to resell medicinal materials and make medicines to be used to seize the resources of paradise and threaten other countries that want to compete. However, it will be much easier for someone in the customs to transport the medicinal materials out."

Ding Yiyi understood that there were not only people in the customs, but also that person had the right to do so. The safety factor was greatly increased, and little by little before Association.

"Does Dong Chunsheng not only cooperate with mysterious people, but also have connections with other people?"

Ye nianmo pressed his soft waist tightly. Both of them were black and did not move for a long time.

Looking at the time again, an hour and a half has passed.

As soon as Ding Yiyi is finished, she is sleepy and sleepy. Ye nianmo doesn't care. She sleeps and takes people to the bathroom to clean up.

With soothing orange essential oil in the water, Ding Yiyi held up her eyelids, "so it's fake if you don't help Jason? You know his backstage for a long time, and you're ready to deal with it? "

Ye nianmo tried the water temperature and answered her question, "I didn't know for a long time that Dong Chunsheng didn't disclose the fact that he had this son to the outside world. Xiaomiao helped. He happened to see the remittance account of 8 million yuan from his computer's heart, and found Dong Chunsheng.

As for Jason, he is too impulsive, not only can't tell him these things, but also let him be impulsive, so that our actions can be justified. "

"Don't let Xiaomiao do dangerous things any more. He's still sick!" Ding Yiyi couldn't resist the sleepiness, so he fell asleep and didn't know when he was taken back to bed.

A few days later, Jason came, but his face was blue and purple. He was obviously beaten. The staff of rose garden thought that he was here to make trouble.

"Where's your car?" Ding Yiyi looked at him in a taxi and thought it was a little inconceivable.

Jason accidentally bumped into the corner of his injured mouth and grinned, "I've given it to a friend and took some money. My father's money in his account is not active. If he moves it, he can know immediately. In this way, I can't save Yuri."

"Do you want to go back home?"

"Well, my father won't allow me to go back home. This time I'll go back quietly and he won't find out. Everything will be fine when Yuri is brought back to New Zealand."

"What's the matter with your wound?"

"The bar drank too much and had a fight with someone else."

Jason gave Ding Yiyi the key to her home and said that if she hadn't come back for a week, she would ask her to help her go home.

A week later, Jason did not return to New Zealand.

Ding Yiyi couldn't sit still. She always felt that something had happened. Although she said that tiger poison did not eat children, she was not so sure about a person who had not seen her son for more than ten years.

Ye nianmo looks like the old God is there, only that the time has not come.

Ye Miao successfully removed the plaster ink, and he was able to walk slowly. At this time, unexpected people came to visit him.

The master was leaning on crutches and looked refreshed. "How could the successor I like easily have problems? It's not good. You can walk on two legs."

Ye Miao is not polite to him. He sits on the wheelchair with a buttock, "not now."

"If you have nothing to do, go back to Uruk as soon as possible. As the future successor of shengdeya, I will never help you with your work."

Hearing that ye Miao also decided to leave New Zealand and return to Uruk, Ding Yiyi began to give up again.

While two mother and son are talking, ye nianmo makes people move out of an absolutely quiet room.

"Sunnya seems to be very interested in paradise."

There was a flash in the master's eyes. "After all, there is no good fortune like boss Ye. You can see the wonders."

Ye nianmo didn't care, "if you take him away, you can be safe. If necessary, you can use it to threaten me. You are a mantis. He is also a mantis. Do you think you will eat him or he will eat you?"

"Who knows? I've lived long enough. I can take a different path in the future The master got up and walked towards the private car with a crutch.

Ye nianmo gently taps the table top, meaningful way: "Bon voyage."

A few days after ye Miao returned to China, ye nianmo and Ding Yiyi also took a flight back home.

Early in the morning, the host of the morning news said, "in this cultural exchange meeting between China and South Korea, the South Korean side carried a copy of calligraphy from an unknown calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty as a work of exchange. Many well-known domestic calligraphy research experts have discussed the real name of the calligrapher in succession, but it is certain that this is a very precious calligraphy script."In the capital, journalists have been besieged at the gate of the Calligraphy Exchange Association in order to obtain first-hand information. Generally, there are many such non-governmental exchange organizations, which will not attract much attention. However, this time, South Korea has some treasures that have been lost from China. This time, it is said that it is a cultural exchange, but it also has another purpose, that is, to discuss the possibility of returning the calligraphy materials to their original owners.

After waiting for a long time, the reporter was a little tired, but in order to occupy the best position, they did not dare to move their nest. When they were hungry, they asked the assistant to buy something to eat.

Seeing the security guards escorting several people from one end of the hall, the reporter's spirit was also inspired a lot. He immediately asked the cameraman to carry the camera to grasp the best angle. Some of the location hosts had already started to do live broadcast.

"There is also a special person from our side to attend this cultural exchange between China and South Korea. Dong Chunsheng, deputy director of Customs at present, has been the president of the Calligraphy Exchange Association for nearly five years. This is also a special attendance. What kind of sparks will he bring to the calligraphy cultural exchange between China and South Korea? We will wait and see."

The camera turns to a middle-aged man in his 50s, square face and thick hair. The man was talking to a man in a gray suit. There was a man and a woman standing beside them to help translate.

After a few people sat in the car, the car went away, it seems that there was no impact on the scene.

An hour later, the car stopped in front of a not particularly luxurious restaurant. The restaurant was in a group of villas, which was made into private dishes. The row of green roses hanging outside was very pleasant.

The group entered the private restaurant, which was very clean, except for the waiters. The owner of private dishes welcomed these people into the box, and some of them sat outside consciously.

In the box, four people from the Korean exchange group came to introduce the cold dishes to them.

The man who led the gray suit laughed and said in some broken and stiff Chinese: "I know, Chinese preserved eggs, our people don't like them, I like them very much."

Dong Chunsheng didn't like these Koreans in his heart. The boss came in and asked him in a low voice, "what kind of chopsticks should I give you?"

"Chinese, of course. Bamboo chopsticks."

The other party obviously didn't understand what he was saying. He looked at the translator eagerly and lied, "president Dong said that let the store manager serve the dishes with light taste. I heard that your taste is relatively light."

"Yes." The other party nods to Dong Chunsheng.

People should eat, eat and drink. Dong Chunsheng introduced: "this is Mr. Dongqing. Although he is young, he has a lot of seats. I have seen him several times before. This time, he specially applied to participate in the cultural exchange between the two countries. He said that he was very interested in the calligraphy and calligraphy of this exchange."

The other party nods to the youngest looking man in the seat, and then thumbs up.

The door of the room was opened, and the man who came in walked to Holly and muttered in his ear for a while.

At the same time, people have begun to talk about the display of the calligraphy, and holly goes out of the seat.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure the other party still smiles and says hello to me. I met him last time in New Zealand, and it won't be wrong."

"I don't need to do anything for the time being, but if it interferes with this project, I don't need to be soft hearted."

"Mr. Dongqing."

He turned his head, "Liu Qiang."

"The boss will buy you a drink in the evening." Liu Qiang said and left. He didn't know how long he had been there.

In the evening bar, ye Bo is waiting for holly. Ye Bo and he simply explain the origin of Dong Chunsheng.

"You may have made a mistake. I have dealt with Dong Chunsheng. If we say that he is a money man, we can't keep fire. The premise of our cooperation is that both sides have the same goal. I don't believe Dong Chunsheng will collude with that group of people to resell medicinal materials. The happenings of Paradise world have nothing to do with him. I will continue to pay attention to the movements of those Korean people and find out who is selling medicinal materials in the end. "

Ye Bo got up and said, "I'm only responsible for delivering what the young master needs me to convey. I also respect your ideas."

Back to the hotel, yebo diameterwent to the young master's room, and stood at the door of the room to have a special look at his watch to make sure that he would not disturb the people inside.

"Young master, Madame."

"The other side won't believe it?"

Ye Bo nodded. "Everything is the same as the young master thinks. Dongqing also thinks that the group of Korean people is an important part of this scalping force, but he doesn't think Dong Chunsheng has anything to do with them."

"Any news from Yuri and Jason?" Ding Yiyi is more concerned about these two people.

Ye Bo gets through Liu Qiang's phone and amplifies. Liu's voice comes from the receiver. "If his son didn't send him 8 million yuan, it would be as easy as sending 8 yuan. I don't believe that he has money. His wife went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables today because they gave her 3 yuan less. She walked half an hour to get the money back."

Yebo coughed softly. "Is there any news from Jason and Yuri?"