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The main story is Part 35

“Boss, I just got the phone. They said “… I wouldn’t mind being your dog.” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

One in the office, the chair slowly lifting its thin head dash, some beaches struggling against the hair openly converge with fatigue ends. Looking at his face, this person is very shaken. Smart people know that they are all very careful.

“Speak of what called you” His condition is very impatient.

When he was afraid of the cold road of the female secretary’s sentence, he stood straight straight but replied that he would give birth to his neck: “This man declares that they are family members with the family ShangFan. He is the master. I want to discuss and discuss what you are hoping to meet. With you some tastes about your brother.

As soon as the two words “brother” are mentioned, a person who was initially not interested in the voice suddenly grew up with “my brother ShangFan!”, Some people

The female secretary will blink. In her mind her boss was very effective new and promising, it always operates, always consistently, calm, secretary for almost three years. He criticizes critics under his control and does not do so. For some reason, this expression is always serious and unclear. His face can become melancholic all day. Of course, something disturbs me.

The female secretary’s response carefully: “Yes, the second party said it, he also strengthened, it’s your boss, and it’s not useless ..”

“This great dealer in Hong Kong?”

You are on your forehead He has never done business in Hong Kong, so I’ve heard about ShangFan. Why did other people suddenly find him, could you say?

You think about CanSheng, Ye Yun complex deteriorates. He did not know what happened to you with CanSheng, that it seemed that the rats had always fought against him when the other was a completely different person. Obviously, the opponent was very passive, but now it’s almost forbidden …

What is Shanghai’s goal this time?

If this is for business cooperation only, why can you mention CanSheng? Do they know each other? If ShangFan stands Ye CanSheng and brings him he will really lose …

“Please tell me my phone number” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“Yup”

Today’s weather is not very good. The mist does not break, and there is a chance of heavy rain. When looking for a city on the skyscraper, I feel as if the city were like all complaints, huge gray hailing ships and costumes. I see that many people really do not want to live in this city.

I remember the return, when this sentence said Fang Fu Sheng and Fang Yun Sheng, how people answered me …

Oh …

At that time, XiaoFu buried an apology letter in my hand; his expressions of expression rejected the hint of smile behind black decorated glasses, refusing to correct the method despite repeated criticism. “Take out your eloquent literary talent, show it only, and come back and write again.”

At that time YunSheng took out my cigarette and some bans were filled with ink, black eyes said, “How is smoking harmful to your health, what is the purpose of being frivolous or not?”

They are actually very similar in a number of ways. FuSheng is smoother, but not bad …

ShangFan illuminates a glass of glass with his hands, but the line of sight is not focused on it. His long elongated eyes on the window side, his nails gradually reveal the animation world outdoors, windows, the amount of the next malkreskan will increase.

Slowly place a glass-like Tulip shape on the nose, redalent flavor inspires the mind and refreshes the mind.

He is not the new rich man who makes the old wine, it is softer and sweeter. For him, this 95 year selection was fermented in its sweeter.

So, most of the wine year has passed, not only is it worsening the wine with even more storage, but in any case the beauty of the hand itself, slowly reaching the degeneratan aspect, wear the yellow pearls you can become. Therefore, the wine must be used within an appropriate time period for the maximum length of the taste.

And the taste of “taste” people are the same. While you wait, it will be boring. If expectations are too short, there is a lack of interest. In addition, you can not wait, so it’s best if you have a drama show.

ShangFan lifted his head and laughed a little, seeing that the young man was standing in front of him.

When Lee Yoon first sees Shan Hwang sitting in the window, his instinct tells him that he can not easily hate.

On the other hand, it is intended to release the waves from Chamferano as soon as Weiner goes ahead and pours the yen wine.

ShangFan picks up a glass of glass, takes a ship, leaves his lips on the glass, sticking a little to Iejin’yun, “I do not know if the Italian wine is suited to its taste.” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

When you lift a glass of glass, a heavy odor is rapidly flowing through the glass opening. Please take a glass of glass and see red liquids and drinks. When he blocks a glass of glass, look at the stamp for a long pink flower opening bottle, you know right away that it is DOCG Italian wine. This was the highest level of bodejo, because it was not able to adjust its taste.

Yes, turn on the couch and tap the window, look at the person who warns himself. People who want to enjoy wine are people with extraordinary patience and prospects. This person is carefully detained.

You Yun “do not spread into the mouth after a long time. At the same time, a balanced taste with harmony elegant. Very fun.” Says that to put a glass of glass on the table

Lifting his eyesight, the beautiful champagne’s face will not be able to see him directly under the eyes under the light.

They forbid discussing red wine, but in fact this is just a way to ask about the other side. ShangFan stops the bar, seeing that the weather is getting worse. Sometimes losing valuable time is to understand the mind.

“Italian red wine, the taste is strong and easy to make for the tired people, is quite high along the tartaric acid. The rarities of Young Master’s life, because they did not hate to hate it.”

Title New Teacher Ye makes Ye Yun strain tense.

It is clear that this sentence shows that Yeyun is still a secret to others already knowing their identity in the past: “Why did you come to find me? My younger brother, how do you feel offended?

“No, I will only discuss my son’s son, I can not fulfill my expectations.

“Son?” According to his knowledge, a glass of Yeung Yu hand, ShangFan should not marry yet …

“Yes, son.” ShangFan, “I repeat myself a remarkable smile; more or less I know the Young Masters with you who are with my brother. I also want to give a helping hand to you today, I returned to my imprisoned son.”

“Prey?”

“Ha ha ha, the new teacher seems not to know your brother well …”

ShangFan does not see Ye Yun’s current surprise expression. Instead, he sees his hand glass. From glass fluid to wonderful color and mysterious sensation. Soft, clean and flavored red wine, filled with new life juice. This is the most magic wine factor.

“Why can Hong Kong’s biggest big boys help me? If they carefully show you the taste, you can feel your doubts, with particular emphasis on the word” chair “I’ll be

ShangFan does not add pressure suggestions to your feelings about it. At least I persuaded that this person is not too stupid. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“Retailers are developing, and now I am where to expand it, smuggling of some items is good, as long as we have a problem that we were both very clear about it, I’m sure.”

ShangFan stretches glass glass in the hand and clearly shows the other face. Yen arrives in her hand, the glasses seem to come together and they hear a clear sound by exchanging swift swings. It is a festive sound for smooth co-ordination of the heart. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.[/hide]

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Main Story Part 35

“Boss, I just received a call. They said…”

The person on the office wheely chair slowly lifts up his shrewd head, a few strands of combed back hair dangle loosely revealing a hint of exhaustion. Judging from his expression, this person is in a state of extreme agitation. Smart subordinates all know that they need to be extremely careful with everything these days.

“Speak, who called.” His tone carries great impatience.

The female secretary gets a fright from the ice cold manner of the sentence and instantly stands up straight, clears her throat and replies, “This person says that they’re the butler of the ShangFan family. He said his master wants to meet you and wishes to discuss a few trivial matters regarding your younger brother.”

As soon as the two words ‘younger brother’ are mentioned, the voice of the person who was originally lacking in interest suddenly rises up by a few notches, “ShangFan? My younger brother!!”

The female secretary is startled. She’s been a secretary for almost three years, in her heart her boss is young and promising as well as always being composed and calm with high efficiency when it comes to work. He also doesn’t criticise his subordinates severely but nor does he treat them kindly. For some unknown reason, his expression is always serious and irritable recently. His face could remain melancholy for an entire day, there’s definitely something bothering him.

The female secretary carefully replies, “Yes, the other party did say that. He also kept reinforcing that it won’t be in vain for you boss.”

“That huge businessman from Hong Kong?”

Ye Yun furrows his brows. He’s never done any business in Hong Kong so he’s only ever heard of the person ShangFan. Why did the other person suddenly find him and even mention Ye CanSheng?

Thinking of Ye CanSheng, Ye Yun’s complexion becomes even worse. He doesn’t know what happened to Ye CanSheng that rat recently, it’s like the other has become an entirely different person and constantly battles against him. Clearly back then the other party was so passive yet now he’s almost being overridden…

So what is ShangFan’s purpose this time?

If it’s purely for a  business collaboration then why would Ye CanSheng be mentioned? Could it be that they know each other? If ShangFan is standing on Ye CanSheng’s side and coming to provoke him then he’s really going to lose…

“Give me the phone number.”

“Yes.”

The weather today isn’t very good, the haze won’t disperse and there’s a high chance of rain. When overlooking the city from a skyscraper, it particularly feels as if the city is like an enormous grey vessel that contains all dissatisfaction, hatred and disguise. One can see that not many people are truly happy living in this city.

Remembering back when I said this sentence to both Fang FuSheng and Fang YunSheng, how did those people answer me back then…

Ah…

Back then XiaoFu stuffed my letter of apology into my hand, the expression in his eyes reveal hints of a smile behind a pair of black framed glasses, “Refusing to correct one’s ways despite repeated criticisms. Take out your eloquent literary talent you just displayed and go back and write it again.”

At the time YunSheng pulled out my tobacco and said with ink-black eyes filled with slight banter, “Smoking is harmful to your health. What’s the point in being so frivolous and unreasonable?”

They’re actually very alike in some aspects. It’s just that FuSheng is more gentle, but they’re both disobedient…

ShangFan swirls the wine glass in his hand yet his line of sight isn’t focused on it. His pair of long and narrow eyes look sideways at the window, his nails scantily lift up a declinate tassel next to the window revealing the lively world outside.

Slightly bringing the tulip shaped wine glass to his nose, a redolent fragrance instantly gladdens the heart and refreshes the mind.

He’s not some nouveau riche who believes the older the wine, the more mellow and sweet it is. To him, this ‘95 pick is the one that has been fermented to its sweetest.

As soon as the peak years of the wine has passed, any more storage will only degrade the wine, just like how even a beauty can pass one’s prime and gradually become a worn out yellow pearl, entering a degenerative phase. That’s why wine has to be consumed within an appropriate time frame in order to taste the highest peak of its flavour.

And “tasting” a person’s flavour is the same. If one waits too long, then it will be boring. If one’s waits is too short, it will lack interest. Plus, waiting is an intolerable thing itself, so it’s naturally best if there’s a drama on show for one to watch.

ShangFan lifts his head up and looks at the the youth standing in front of him before lightly laughing.

When Ye Yun sees ShangFan sitting at the window for the first time, his instincts tell him that this person can’t be offended and isn’t easy to offend either.

To one side a waiter comes forward and is signalled to leave by a wave of ShangFan’s hand as soon as they finish pouring Ye Yun’s wine.

ShangFan picks up the wine glass and takes a sip, the glass leaves his lips and slightly tilts towards Ye Yun, “I don’t know if Italian wine is suited to your taste.”

Ye Yun lifts the wine glass, the wine fragrance instantly overflows from the opening of the glass. Ye Yun looks at the bright red liquid in the wine glass and takes a sip. When he places the wine glass down he glimpses at the long pink seal on the foil shrinkable film of the opening of the bottle and instantly knows that this is a DOCG Italian wine. It’s the highest level in winery, how could it not suit his own taste.

Ye Yun looks at the person who’s lazily leaning against the sofa and gazing outside the window and gives himself a warning. A person who likes to taste wine is definitely one who has extreme patience and perspicacity. This person must be carefully handled with.

Ye Yun puts the wine glass onto the table and says, “The aftertaste doesn’t disperse inside the mouth for a long time. At the same time the fragrance is balanced, harmonized and elegant. Very enjoyable.”

With his line of sight raised upwards, ShangFan’s handsome face makes people unable to look him directly in the eye under the dim light here.

The two people make an unrestrained discussion over the red wine, but really it’s just a roundabout way of inquiring about the other party. Seeing that the weather is becoming more gloomy, ShangFan breaks the impasse. Sometimes wasting precious time is what makes one’s heart ache the most.

“Italian red wine is quite high in terms of its tartaric acid, it’s flavour is strong and easily makes people drunk. It’s rare for Young Master Ye to not dislike and avoid it.”

The mention of the title Young Master Ye makes Ye Yun’s hands tighten.

It’s obvious that this sentence shows that the other person already knows of his identity in the underworld so Ye Yun stops being enigmatic as well, “So for what reason have you come to find me? Has my younger brother offended you in any way?”

“No, I’m just here to discuss matters for that son of my mine who’s failing to live up to my expectations.”

“Son?” The wine glass in Ye Yun’s hand trembles, according to his knowledge ShangFan shouldn’t have been married yet…

“Yes, son.” ShangFan repeats himself again with a detectable smile, “I more or less know the things that go on between Young Master Ye and your younger brother. I have come today merely wishing to give you a helping hand as well as to get my imprisoned son back.”

“Imprisoned?”

“Hahaha, it seems like Young Master Ye doesn’t know your younger brother very well…”

ShangFan doesn’t look at Ye Yun’s current surprised expression. Instead, he pays attention to the wine glass in his hands. From the liquid inside the glass, to its bewitching colours and mysterious sentiment. The mellow, pure and aromatic red wine is full of the fresh juices of life. This is the most enchanting factor of wine.

“So how is Hong Kong’s biggest tycoon willing to help me?” Ye Yun particularly emphasises the word ‘tycoon’, if one carefully samples the taste they would be able to sense his doubts.

ShangFan doesn’t add a hint of oppression to his feelings due to this, at least it proves that this person isn’t too stupid.

“If a businessman develops and expands to where I am now, smuggling a few items is okay. As to what the item is I’m sure we’re both very clear on that.”

ShangFan extends the wine glass in his hand and clearly gives his regards to the other party. Ye Yun reaches his hand out and the glasses clink together and as they exchange quick glances, a crisp sound is heard. It could be said that it’s the celebrational sound for a smooth cordial cooperation.[/hide]