After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Xiao Yan's retort left her speechless.

She had nothing to explain, so she just said, "I really won't commit suicide for you. Even if you really die, I will start a new life after a long time. Qin Rui and I went out for a drink. It just happened that I didn't know many friends in New York, and he was the one I knew best. He and I are just ordinary friends."

Xiao Yan sneered: "Ordinary friend? Someone who wants to sleep with you is considered an ordinary friend?"

"Xiao, Yan!"

Xiao Yan said to her calmly, "Why, you are reluctant to break up even though I said it right?"

Ye Xiaowu was furious. "Xiao Yan, what right do you have to make me break up with him? Believe it or not, I am just an ordinary friend to him, or are you going to force me like before?"

Xiao Yan sneered, his voice cold and light: "You have no basis in my opinion. Of course, you are free now, and I will not force you to do anything. It's up to you whether you want to break up or not."

She didn't have deep feelings for him, or almost none.

Even if it was Qin Rui, she was unwilling to give up for him, not even verbally.

I used to be a member of the Yan family.

Now it’s Qin Rui.

That's right, he had always been the one forcing her, and she only felt that being forced to stay by his side was torture.

He didn't say anything else and hung up the phone.

Ye Xiaowu stood there holding the phone for a long time. Then, as if he was so angry that he smashed the phone on the table.

The cell phone screen that had been turned off lit up again.

Her eyes flashed slightly, she picked it up and opened it, and saw that it was a WeChat message from Qin Rui.

[My friend is having a party this week, and almost all the guests invited are NYU students. Do you want to go? ]

She sighed.

Some people actively send dozens of messages a day, while others don't send a single message for eight months.

Before she replied, Qin Rui sent another message: [You always say that you don’t have many connections in New York, so I just happened to go there to make some connections this time.]

Ye Xiaowu had no reason to refuse, so he replied: [Then give me the address of the party when the time comes]

Qin Rui was very attentive and quick: [I'll pick you up at your house when the time comes. Don't you think it's hard to get a taxi because there's always traffic jams near your house? ]

Ye Xiaowu: [You are really a qualified assistant]

Qin Rui: [Then may I ask Miss Yan Haoyue, when will the assistant be transferred to the official boyfriend position? ]

Ye Xiaowu: [… in the next life]

Qin Rui: [You are such a scumbag, you have hooked me into a cunt]

Ye Xiaowu: ...Nervous.

Qin Rui chattered non-stop: [When you are in a good mood, turn it over to me, or I will go to your house this Saturday to cook for you? It just so happens that we can go to a party together on Sunday. Let me tell you, I have never cooked for anyone in my life. ]

He has a lot of messages.

Ye Xiaowu looked at the screen of his mobile phone with a wandering look in his eyes.

People are just cheap.

I don't like the ones that are licked.

I finally waited for the person who had been dead for eight months to come back to life, but that person just said it was over in a straightforward manner.

And give her the inheritance in the end?

He has too much money to burn, right?

And she had no idea what had happened to him during those eight months.

His world is complex and unspeakable, filled with bloody killings, extreme ambitions and top power.

Uncle Fei and Old Eagle are his right-hand men. They have worked by his side for many years and they really understand his temperament and working style better than she does.

She had never really touched upon any of his business, so naturally she was like an outsider. How could she understand him better than Uncle Fei and Old Eagle?

……

They didn't contact each other during this week, as if they had regained their freedom and started a new life.

Xiao Yan returned to his past life without Ye Xiaowu. After returning to Nanyang, he ambitiously dealt with the business that had been lost for eight months.

During the eight months he was away, Eagle, as the supreme commander of the base, managed all affairs in order.

Xiao Yan was looking at the total export shares submitted by several factories. The more he looked, the deeper his frown deepened: "Why did the sugar export volume drop by half in the eight months I was away?"

When Xiao Yan first came to Southeast Asia, he took over most of the local sugar factories and expropriated a lot of farmers' land at super low prices to grow sugarcane and beets.

The global economy has been in recession in recent years, and the price trend of commodities has risen significantly.

He almost monopolized the export of all white sugar in Southeast Asia.

Coupled with the extremely cheap labor force in Southeast Asia, just a few ordinary sugar factories can generate considerable export revenue every year.

In recent years, the global war pattern has changed from hot war to cold war. He started his business in the military business. Although the global demand for hot weapons has declined, he does not intend to give up.

It's just a matter of switching from selling thermal weapons to selling technological weapons. There is no difference to him.

Old Eagle was upset when he mentioned this. He said in a rough voice, "Aung San saw that our sugar factory was making money and wanted to use the power of the Nanyang government to pressure and take away our sugar factory. At that time, you, Boss, asked Yueyue to steal the account book to threaten him, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Who knew... After you got into trouble, Aung San thought you were dead and turned hostile immediately."

Tsk.

You can't feed a dog too much. If he eats too much, he won't even know who his master is who is spending money on his election.

Xiao Yan threw the reports in his hand aside, too lazy to look at them. Looking again, the production volume was low, and the export volume was even lower. The losses of these eight months could not be recovered.

Looking at the report is useless, but this can help vent the anger.

He lazily sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and asked with a smile on his face: "Tell me in detail, how did that bastard act rashly and cut the output of my sugar factories in half."

The more frivolous his smile is, the more likely people will lose their heads.

Even the Eagle who had followed him for many years sometimes felt a slight chill. It was an unconscious submission to the absolutely strong man, and the fear and awe came from the heart.

Except for Ye Xiaowu, who dared to challenge the boss repeatedly, he is still alive and well and has inherited his legacy beautifully.

Even more magical than the eight wonders.

Old Eagle stood aside, lowered his head slightly and reported: "Boss, do you still remember Mr. Li who wanted to cooperate with Sucha to sell e-cigarettes? We also met him in the red-light district of Nha Trang at that time."

Xiao Yan flicked the cigarette ash with his fingertips, "I have some impression. What's the trouble with that Li guy now?"

Old Eagle said, "As soon as you got into trouble, Aung San came to consult about buying the sugar factory, but I refused directly. Aung San didn't pester me, but not long after, Boss Li took the lead and brought a man named Pang De from the Golden Triangle, who soon hooked up with Aung San. Pang De came to Nanyang to buy land to grow poppies. The price he offered to those growers was twice ours, so those farmers naturally didn't want to grow sugarcane and sugar beets, and they all planted poppies. Without the harvest of sugarcane and sugar beets, the output of sugar naturally decreased."

"I wanted to take a few people with me and solve the problem directly with guns, but it's the common people who don't want to grow sugarcane and beets. If we drive Pang De away, the common people might think that we are cutting off their source of income. I can't suppress them by force, so I thought I'd wait for you to come back before discussing it."

After his death, Yingzi not only did not act rashly, but became much calmer and more mature in his actions.

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, and was quite satisfied: "Growing poppies is nothing more than making drugs, the profit is high, even if the wages are three times higher than ours, he still makes money."

"What should we do? We can't just watch the people grow poppies and become smokers, right? They used to grow sugarcane and sugar beets and get paid, and we make a lot of money from the sugar factory, so it's a win-win for everyone. Now that Aung San and Pound have messed things up, it's not a good idea no matter how you think about it."

The sugar factory can close down and it will not affect Xiao Yan's income at all. Originally, the sugar factory was not the biggest source of income. But now someone has stepped on his face, and it would be a miracle if Xiao Yan could swallow this.

His eyes and brows were blurred by smoke, and he had a frivolous yet sharp smile, which was chilling and chilling.

"Since they can pull up the sugarcane seedlings, we will burn the poppy fields."

Old Eagle's eyes lit up: "I'll take people to set the fire tonight."

Xiao Yan curled his lips: "Don't burn too much, just a token of your appreciation will do."

"clear."

Finished talking about business.

Old Eagle reported his personal matters again, his face softening a little, "By the way, Boss, Oscar has returned to Switzerland to visit his wife and kids. The kid already calls me uncle. He's almost two years old now, and he's so strong and cute, just like Oscar."

Xiao Yan was slightly stunned.

It’s almost two years old.

Yes, the child in Oscar's family was born before he and Ye Xiaowu were about to part in Nanyang. Later, Ye Xiaowu returned to Nancheng, and they were separated for almost a year. They met briefly on the cruise ship and then parted again. He faked his death in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk, and they were separated for almost a year again.

If Xiao Xiaowu had been able to come into this world safely, he would be over one year old now. If he could speak, he would probably call dad.

The man's face darkened unconsciously.

Old Eagle naturally sensed it, pursed his lips and said, "Boss, I heard from Uncle Fei that Ye Xiaowu went to New York to wait for you. You flew over from Mexico, but didn't you see her? She hasn't been to Nanyang for a long time, why didn't you bring her to Nanyang?"

Xiao Yan snorted coldly: "She is living well in New York, why did she come to Nanyang?"

Was she waiting for him in New York? With or without him, wouldn't she have been dating and hanging out with that pretty boy named Qin?

The old eagle tried to test carefully: "But in this case, wouldn't you be living in two different places?"

Then how can you have children?

Xiao Yan frowned and leaned back, looking very annoyed: "Are you a nanny? Why are you asking these nonsense questions? Go out and stand there."

"……Yes."

……

Ye Xiaowu stayed up late to read several doctoral dissertations in finance from NYU. Because they were written entirely in English and she had no long-term language experience living abroad, her language thinking logic had not yet changed. She had a headache when faced with the complex and awkward professional terms. It took her a long time to read a dissertation and it was difficult for her to read it in depth.

As I was slumped in the chair, looking up at the ceiling in a daze, I suddenly remembered that the man named Xiao was a language genius, proficient in dozens of languages, but the key was that he was illiterate and had never been to school for half a day.

Illiterate... I still remember the first time I met Xiao Yan after Ye Xiaowu lost his memory after waking up in Nanyang Private Hospital.

The man was leaning lazily on the sofa, holding an original copy of "Jane Eyre" in his hand. He didn't look like he was reading the book seriously, but more like he was flipping through it out of boredom.

She asked him about his age, family background, and educational background.

He answered very casually, saying something like—twenty-seven, a little money, illiterate.

I didn't expect it to be true.

I just have a little money, a few hundred million US dollars.

As for the illiterate people, they are proficient in the languages ​​of dozens of countries and are particularly good at manipulating people's hearts and minds and playing power games.

She was distracted.

There was a knock on the door.

Could it be that an illiterate person is here? I just need to translate these professional terms for her.

As soon as the door opens.

The first thing that caught his eye was a large bouquet of roses. Qin Rui poked his head out from behind the bouquet and said, "Ding ding ding! Why are you stunned? Are you very surprised? I greeted you a few days ago and said I would come to your house for dinner on Saturday. Why don't you invite me in?"