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

This is the second edition of "Qingshan Daily", the headline news in the news section of the city.

Everyone knows that large-scale events scheduled for months in advance will not be postponed without a last resort.

Long before Li Nanfang came to Southern Xinjiang, dozens of domestic fashion brands had already prepared for this day, and tickets were sold out as early as this month.

But now, why do you suddenly say that it is delayed?

Delayed for a week for some reason?

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

But Li Nanfang would not complain.

The day after tomorrow will be the number one, and he is still on the journey back home, unable to participate in that grand event.

But it’s great that the fashion festival was postponed for a week. By the seventh day, he must have returned to Qingshan, personally led Dong Shixiong and others, let the world supermodel Crawford and the others put on southern stockings and walk the show on the booth, let the world know What is truly stunning black silk.

"The opening of the Fashion Festival was postponed for some reason. It was simply arranged for me."

When Li Nanfang muttered to himself with a smile while reading the newspaper, a cell phone rang in his luggage.

After ordinary mobile phones are 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 in these days, Li Nanfang's cell phone has never rang.

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

Who will call me?

It must be the old aunt and her elders. This is to scold me. Then, should I answer?

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

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept the bold people who closed their eyes and rested. Li Nanfang felt that he could answer the phone, but no matter how his aunt scolded him, he would never answer his mouth.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was not Yue Zitong, but an unfamiliar caller, without showing the region, it should be an encrypted channel.

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

His current situation is too sensitive. It is better not to let people know that he has been here.

But the phone was running out of power, and the bold people next to him looked at him with strange eyes, as if asking him why he didn't answer the phone.

It’s your fault if I answer the phone or not.

Li Nanfang cursed in his heart, still connected the phone, looked out the dark car window, and made up his mind that no matter who called him, he would only listen and not answer.

"Have you read the news on "Qingshan Daily"?"

A low man's voice came from the phone.

Li Nanfang was stunned, and then he heard who was calling him, and quickly said, "I just watched it."

The one who called him turned out to be Jing Hongming, who teamed up with Qin Laoqi that night to crush him.

When others called him, Li Nanfang could pretend to be foolish and not answer, but he really had no guts to treat Jing Hongming like this.

This is not to say that Li Nanfang was afraid of Jing Hongming's death, but because of - respect.

Jing Hongming gave a faint hum, and then asked, "Well, did you see the news that the Qingshan Fashion Festival was postponed for a week?"

"I saw it."

When Li Nanfang nodded, he was still wondering how a big figure like Jing Hongming would care about the small matter of the Qingshan Fashion Festival being postponed for a week, but he soon understood: "Ten Uncle Jinghong, you delayed the fashion festival. "

"Lao Xie told me that the creation of the Southern Group can give Dong Shixiong and the others a hope, and it can be regarded as the starting point for you to embark on the right path. When your company's products are first introduced to the world, you, the founder, will not participate and you will leave regrets. "

Jing Hongming seemed to curse something in a low voice before continuing: "But I think it must be Lao Xie's idea to let me intervene in such a small matter. With Lao Xie's free and easy energy, he will care if you have it. It's regrettable."

Li Nanfang smiled: "I also think that this should be Aunt Xie's idea. Old Xie is just a poor microphone. Don't look at Aunt Xie who treats me fiercely. In fact, she treats me like a son. of."

"It's fine if you know this, so if your brain gets hot again, before you do a **** thing, it's best to think about those who care about you."

"Yes, yes, I remembered."

"Humph."

This cold snort was what Jing Hongming said goodbye when he finished the call.

In this regard, Li Nanfang didn't mind - not everyone was qualified to let Jing Hongming call him.

"Oh, how can you buddy, how can you get the love of so many elders?"

Li Nanfang sighed happily, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and read the newspaper in his hand.

The bumpy road conditions of the buses have been much better after officially entering Myanmar.

It’s too simple to cross the border here. Just like the neighbors are visiting each other, the bus is parked before and after the checkpoint. The Burmese soldiers in charge of border security are too lazy to look. After receiving a cigarette passed by the bus driver, Impatiently waved his hand and let it go.

After the sun rose in the morning, the bus stopped on the side of the road.

There is a station here.

On a tree by the side of the road, a crude license plate hung, and dozens of people with suitcases stood underneath, among them many white people.

As soon as the car stopped, the courageous man who came to Myanmar to work, holding his tools for work, talking in a low voice, got out of the car one after another.

The little girl who had eaten Li Nanfang chocolates, after being hugged by her mother and getting out of the car, she kept waving at him, saying something in her mouth. She should be asking him if she could give that kind of delicious food again.

Unable to resist the desire in the little girl's eyes, Li Nanfang handed her the whole box of chocolates through the window.

The woman holding the little girl seemed to finally see that Boss Li is a good person. She put down her daughter, bent her hands together and bowed to him to express her gratitude.

Li Nanfang also put his hands together in return, feeling that the morning in Myanmar is really beautiful.

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

The bus will not drive until half past eight. The driver drove the car all night. He should also find a place to fill his stomach and take a rest.

Li Nanfang could get out of the car and move around, but he didn't want to go down. It was so hot as soon as the sun came out, so it's better to hide in the car and sleep.

After all the Kokang people who worked as part-timers got off the bus, some of the passengers waiting for the bus to Yangon got on the bus. A young European and American couple sat in the back seat of Li Nanfang.

From the whispering conversations of these people, Li Nanfang knew that they were gamblers who gambled on rocks, and Gray Valley was not far away.

Before coming to Southern Xinjiang, because Heilong had an unusual interest in jade, Li Nanfang planned to go there to play, and David had invited him there twice, but now he is not interested anymore. Can't wait to step back to Qingshan.

Men should focus on family and career. They have regained their freedom anyway, and they can come anytime when the company is on the right track.

Europeans and Americans are just open. The young couple sitting in the back hugged each other as soon as they got in the car. They kissed and touched them as if the bus was their private car.

"It's really unqualified."

Hearing the waves of kisses coming from behind, Li Nanfang frowned and looked back.

The man sits by the window, and the woman sits outside, reaching out to the left leg in the aisle. It is slender, white and greasy, strong and healthy, making people can't help but pinch.

Especially that small black leather shoe with stiletto heels, every time it shakes, Li Nanfang suspects that it is releasing a secret signal to him. Hey, handsome guy, at 10:30 tonight, there will be room 106.

Recently, Li Nanfang has no interest in this, but he has a pure appreciation of beauty. After a careful examination of that long leg, he quickly sees that he is no longer in the same class as Alice, and he feels completely tasteless. The window curtains covered the face with newspaper.

I was really sleepy all night thinking about it, and within a few minutes, Li Nanfang fell asleep.

There is a saying that is like this, close to hometown feelings.

Qingshan is not the hometown of Li Nanfang, and he is now in Myanmar, thousands of miles away from Qingshan, but now he has this strange feeling, it is nothing more than there is a Yue Zitong over there.

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

In a dream, Yue Zitong was wearing a black tight leather jacket and high-waist riding boots. He waved a thorny whip with his right hand. He lashed over his head and covered his face, yelling: "I won't let you grow up! Doing things without thinking about it hurts me I'm worried about you, do you have the face to come back?"

Li Nanfang wanted to resist, yelling you to stop, and listen to me.

But suddenly he didn't listen to his hands and feet, so he could only let the whip rain on him, and it hurt so terribly. Is this the rhythm of murdering the husband?

Just when the dreaming Li Nanfang was too anxious, he suddenly heard someone exclaiming: "Look, there is a man beating a woman outside!"

Li Nanfang opened his eyes, and Yue Zitong, who was like a shrew, was gone, only the excited cry came from behind.

Grass, what a scum, seeing a man beating a woman can be so excited, this man is really unsaved.

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

Under the stop sign outside the car window, I don't know when it was full of people.

Looking condescendingly, two foreign men with sturdy expressions are gathering a woman under the crowd of tourists.

A man plucked her hair with his left hand, and grabbed her right arm with his right hand, shaking her left and right violently.

The other man, waving a yellowish paper roll in his hand, was talking to his companion, looking very excited.

The woman with her hair bowed her head, and she was wearing a black dress, her shoes had already been thrown off, and she stepped barefoot on the ground.

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

This woman is not a good stubborn, facing two big men, although she is completely at an absolute disadvantage, she is still horrible, struggling to raise her left hand, scratching at a man's face, and swearing in her mouth: "Asshole, let go of my mother!"

Living in a foreign country, adhering to the general principle that more is worse than less, Li Nanfang originally made up his mind to watch the excitement, but when he heard a woman scolding these words, his brows frowned.

When his mind is not feverish, he cannot be indifferent when his compatriots are beaten abroad.

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