1593: C1593 It's All about Your Money

C1593 It's All about Your Money

People often say that everyone is drunk if they don't get drunk.

A bottle of high quality white spirits, which someone had left in a cupboard in the conference room, was nothing to Lee Nanfang, who had a strange physique.

He was even able to deal with crazy people like Suya Qier who drank alcohol. It was enough to see how drunk Boss Lee was.

But yesterday, he drank only half a bottle of white wine, and then he got drunk.

To be exact, it wasn't the alcohol that made him drunk, but the fact that he subconsciously ordered himself to get drunk again.

Hua Yeshen's reappearance gave him an indescribable shock.

This time, he didn't lose his memory because his brain was paralyzed by alcohol.

Lee Nanfang had been sleeping from yesterday until this moment. He laid on the table and emptied his entire mind, causing him to fall into a deep slumber. He didn't even have a dream.

Until a hand gently nudged his shoulder.

"Boss, please wake up."

Dung Shixiong's voice entered Lee Nanfang's ears.

He slowly opened his eyes and yawned loudly. When he looked up, he saw that all the executives in the company were gathered together.

This scene was extremely similar to yesterday's meeting.

At that moment, Lee Nanfang even suspected that he fell asleep during the meeting.

Only the tilted bottle of wine at his hand proved that what happened afterwards was true.

"Haha, I feel like I can't hold on for much longer, so I might as well use the alcohol to get rid of my worries. "Yeah, drinking alcohol can ease your worries."

As Lee Nanfang stared at the bottle of wine in his hand, Convia's strange voice said, "Jack, I'm sorry for you. A week ago, when you asked me to buy the Nanfang Group, I honestly agreed to your request. But the result? Hahaha, the current you is worthless! "

With the passing of time, especially with Lee Nanfang's kindness during this period of time, Kang Weiya became completely presumptuous.

She forgot the fear of the dump truck crashing into her.

Now, she treated Lee Nanfang as a loser and mocked him without reservation.

Even if there were more than a dozen furious gazes directed at her from the surroundings, it would not affect her current good mood.

"Bro, you must be exhausted these past few days. Why don't you go upstairs to the office to rest?"

Lin Wanqing timely appeared beside Lee Nanfang.

After everyone received Chen Dalee's notice that Convia had come to the company, they immediately gathered together and ran to the meeting room to see what kind of tricks this woman was going to play.

When everyone arrived, the first person they saw was the drunk Lee Nanfang.

No one knows why the boss drinks.

Boss Lee, who was very good at drinking, could not understand why he slept in the meeting room for one day and one night after getting drunk.

However, the meticulous Lin Wanqing was able to detect some clues.

Yesterday, when Hua Yeshen arrived, it hadn't even been three minutes before she left with her slightly reddened and swollen eyes.

Lin Wanqing had seen it all by chance.

Lin Wanqing was not in a good position to ask questions about their relationship, nor was she qualified to ask.

But when she saw the drunk Lee Nanfang, she knew that he must be in a bad mood.

Compared to Jack's body and emotions, the life and death of an Nanfang Group really did not seem like much.

Therefore, Lin Wanqing kindly asked him to go upstairs and rest.

However, Lee Nanfang couldn't rest.

He looked up at Dung Shixiong and his wife, and suddenly remembered what he should do the most.

"What time is it?"

Lee Nanfang asked the question people who woke up from a hangover often ask.

"Ten minutes past eight."

Dung Shixiong looked at his watch and told him the time. He was afraid Lee Nanfang would not know the situation and explained: "Boss, in less than an hour, the exhibition is going to start. Are you still going to the scene today? "

"F * ck, f * ck f * ck!" Am I oversleeping? Sorry everyone, recent alcohol consumption has decreased. "Help me get the phone."

In the past less than a minute, Lee Nanfang's brain worked at a high speed.

He remembered that he was here to resolve the Nanfang Group's predicament.

He remembered that he had said that before the fair, he would sell off the stock in the warehouse.

He also understood why there were so many people in the meeting room looking at him with eyes filled with both anticipation and reluctance.

Ye Zichen waved for Chen Dalee to bring his phone in front of him, then pointed at it to continue the unfinished work.

"Yo, who is Boss Lee trying to call?" Should I call someone to get a hundred stockings for you? I advise you to stop. Isn't it just a hundred pairs of stockings?

Convia's brazen business was worse than a duck's shriek.

However, this time, no one looked at him with anger in their eyes. Everyone could only feel despair and pain spreading through their hearts.

If the boss could solve the problem, he would have done so a long time ago.

How did it drag on until now?

Besides, I finally managed to get two orders, and they all ended up with a hundred stockings.

However, the stock of the warehouse had risen to over ten thousand now. The boss wouldn't let someone buy ten thousand with a single phone call.

"Island, this is Jack. I have ten thousand Nanfang's Black Silk that I need to sell. Is there any way to get them immediately? "Alright, I'll wait for you."

Before he could hang up, Lee Nanfang raised his head and waved to Jack, saying, "Vice President Dong, there's a merchant from the Eastern Ocean Japan on the other side. He is currently doing business in his own country. Tell her our company's account number and immediately send someone to pack ten thousand pieces of Nanfang's Black Silk. "

"Yes, yes, boss."

Dung Shixiong was so shocked that his eyeballs nearly popped out.

Just a moment ago he was thinking that the boss shouldn't be able to get ten thousand strands of Nanfang's black silk just by making a phone call.

In the end, the boss had done something that was completely unexpected.

And just by listening to his tone, it didn't seem like he was asking someone to buy something. It was clearly a direct order for someone to give him money.

He reached out his hand and took over Lee Nanfang's phone. There was only a slight sound of breathing on the other side. The boss named "On the Island" didn't say anything, as if he was waiting to receive the orders from here.

Dung Shixiong did not dare to say anything unnecessary and hurriedly reported Nanfang Group's financial account number to him. Then, he respectfully returned the phone.

"You really came back? To go to the island, money was something that had never been earned before. Don't make yourself so tired all day and learn to enjoy life. Alright, let's not talk about it for now. I have something I need to busy myself with. "

The call ended.

Lee Nanfang shook his head with a bitter smile.

Shangdao Yinghua, this girl who used to be submissive, a demon who was raised into a Broken Knife Flow by her ancestors, and a Great Poisonous Owl who was turned into a Golden Triangle by him, might already be a nightmare in the hearts of countless people.

However, whenever she met him, she would transform into that soft and fleshless little white rabbit once again.

That's good.

In order to earn money for him, it wasn't a good thing to go around the entire world without working hard.

Women overwork, it is easy to grow old, time to be sure to educate her.

"Tsk, just randomly making a phone call to scare people. You don't know how to do this sort of thing?"

Kang Weiya's voice broke Lee Nanfang's memory, bringing everyone back to reality from their shock.

Everyone believed that the boss had an incredible ability.

But the problem is, you sold 10,000 strands of Nanfang's black silk with just one phone call, that's not very realistic.

Lee Nanfang didn't care about the worshipful look in his subordinates' eyes.

He always remembered that when others adore you, you must raise your head and slowly enjoy the admiration, and never respond.

Because, once you respond, the next time they express their admiration, they will feel embarrassed.

What he wanted was this kind of shameless worship.

Therefore, he did not look at the others, but only at the only person who did not look up at him, Convia.

Their gazes met, and a sinister smile surfaced on Lee Nanfang's face.

God knows, Boss Lee was just smiling.

Who knew that Convia would understand that this was the kind of fiendish grin a demon would use when it was ready to kill.

The woman's legs went weak from fright, and she almost fell to the ground. She used both her hands to support herself on the table, and after stabilizing herself with much difficulty, she fiercely glared back with an unyielding attitude, and shouted, "I don't believe that you can find anyone else! Isn't it just finding a few rich idiots? It's already good enough that one of them can help you, stop being so proud here. "

"Alright, as you wish."

The moment Convia's voice fell, Lee Nanfang threw his palms out and said these words in a very gentlemanly manner.

Then, he picked up his cell phone and dialed another number.

"Oh, Yueyue, I have 10,000 high-quality, versatile black threads here. Do you want them?" "Don't worry, I will give you a discount."

The moment the call connected, Lee Nanfang didn't even introduce himself. Instead, he used an ambiguous tone and said this.

At that moment, everyone in the meeting room felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

Of course, it wasn't because of Boss Lee's posture that made his skin crawl.

It was because Lee Nanfang's tone of voice had a hint of coquettishness, but the expression on his face was cold.1

God knows how he did it.

Think of someone calling you and saying, "Love you, love you," but with the look on his face that said, "Kill you, kill you," and staring at another person.

This … this scene was simply too terrifying.

Especially Convia, who was being stared at by Boss Lee. This time, she could no longer hold on and her legs went limp as she sat on the chair behind her.

"Li, Lee Nanfang? Did you recover your memories? "Lee Nanfang, what stockings? Are you sick?"

Sui Yueyue's voice came from the other side. Luckily, Lee Nanfang was the only one who could hear it, otherwise how could he maintain the tall and imposing manner that he displayed before his subordinates.

"Cough cough. Director Sui, let me solemnly say it again." "You want to buy ten thousand strands of black silk from my Nanfang Group? Right, or is that wrong?"

Lee Nanfang's expression turned serious.

Everyone in the meeting room finally felt better.

However, Sui Yueyue, who was on the other end of the phone, was feeling rather awkward.

Sui Yueyue really wanted to shout out loud. Who the hell said that they would buy Nanfang's black silk? If I wanted to use it, you should've just sent someone over to send it over.

Unfortunately, these words could only be said in his heart.

"Alright."

She spat out the word through gritted teeth.

When Jack heard this, he was quite pleased. "Well, pay immediately, and arrange for people to come to my Nanfang Group within an hour to pick up the goods. Don't make me wait too long. "

Advancing by an inch.

This term could not be more suitable to describe Lee Nanfang.

But then again, women like a man's inch in another foot, don't they.

"En, Boss Lee, I will completely follow your arrangements. I guarantee that you will be satisfied." "Anyway, it's your own money that's going to be spent."

On the other end of the phone, Sui Yueyue's tone became a lot softer.

However, the moment he said "spend your money", Boss Lee was unhappy.

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