Godly Fisherman

Seeing Xiao Peng and the two staring at him, Wen Jie rubbed his ass: "My old man believes in the kind of'filial son under a stick'. I was beaten up when I was a child."

Xiao Peng smiled and said: "If this is all right, it will definitely not work. It belongs to domestic violence, but it won't work if parents have the right to educate their children like the Star Striped Nation. If everything is left to school teachers for education, the family still has Does it exist?"

Wen Jie smiled and said, "I'm pretty good. My brother suffered more when he was a child. But at that time he vowed that he would never beat children when he had a child. As a result, he didn't know if the child wanted a child after he became a father. beat......"

Xiao Peng laughed loudly and said, "Okay, don't talk about it, Old Pan, did I ask you to investigate it clearly?"

Pan Peiyu looked a little ugly when he heard Xiao Peng's questioning, but he nodded.

"One person can't do this, how many people do it?" Xiao Peng asked Pan Peiyu.

"Boss, it was made by three people, and there are still a few people outside..." Pan Peiyu's expression became even more ugly.

Xiao Peng smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with you. Why is your face so ugly?"

Pan Peiyu shook his head: "Why doesn't it have anything to do with me? After all, Qianliyan has always been in charge of me. The occurrence of such a thing under my nose can only show that I am negligent."

Xiao Peng patted Pan Peiyu on the shoulder: "Okay, stop thinking about it, don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes, right, do you have evidence after the investigation?"

Pan Peiyu nodded: "Boss, Rainbow Five is really a good thing. The evidence is solid."

"That's fine, go, go back to Qianliyan, remember, the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest, we are not afraid of problems, we are afraid that there will be problems without the first correction! It is not terrible to encounter such things, we just need to do One thing will do." Xiao Peng said.

Wen Jie asked curiously: "Boss, what do you do?"

Xiao Peng lowered his face and said viciously: "Let them regret it for a lifetime! Let's go, let's go to the hotel first, sneak into the village, don't shoot!"

"Roger that!"

Xiao Peng and others sneaked to Qianliyan Hotel in the middle of the night. It is still closed here, but there are staff on duty to prevent theft.

Xiao Peng said to Pan Peiyu: "Old Pan, you should also go to bed first, I will call you then."

Pan Peiyu shook his head and said, "Boss, you just got off the plane, go to sleep. I'm fine."

Xiao Peng smiled: "I have slept all the way. By the way, did you bring my mobile phone?"

Pan Peiyu handed Xiao Peng's phone to Xiao Peng, and Xiao Peng waved his hand to him: "Go to sleep. I'll go to Okamoto Okamoto for something." Okamoto Okamoto's design studio has been at the Senriyan Hotel.

Okamoto was already asleep. When she opened the door and saw Xiao Peng standing outside, she was surprised, and even a little nervous on her face: "Didn't you go to the Stars and Stripes? When will you return? ?"

Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Just come back, don't you invite me to sit in?"

"Oh, come in quickly!" Okamoto Okamoto invited Xiao Peng in. A huge presidential suite has been transformed into a design room by her. Looking at the number of computer desks on the table, it seems that the scale is getting bigger and bigger. Big. Xiao Peng followed Okamoto to the room inside, which was Okamoto's bedroom.

Okamoto poured a glass of red wine for Xiao Peng and handed it to Xiao Peng. He hesitated for a while and asked, "Xiao, did they find Huang Xisu? I'm really sorry about her."

After Okamoto knew what Huang Xisu was doing, she had been very nervous. After all, she had recruited Xiao Peng in Star-Tangled Country at that time, but she was in such a big trouble. Okamoto was also very afraid that Xiao Peng would send his anger on him.

After experiencing a failed marriage, she cherishes the life in front of her very much: doing what she likes, without disturbing herself with the annoying things, she now focuses on her fashion studio, and she also understands that if people are too much Greedy wants to get things that do not belong to oneself, it often falls into the abyss. If you let her lose all this now, it would be better to kill her.

Xiao Peng tasted a sip of red wine after hearing this: "The wine is good. I don't need to worry about her affairs. Someone is doing it. I have a business meeting with you today. There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

When Xiao Peng said this, his expression was relaxed, but Okamoto's face changed: "Xiao, I know that Huang Xisu's doing such a thing makes you very chilling, but it really doesn't mean that I will be like this too. You must believe me! Please! Please, let me do whatever I want, don't ruin my efforts, okay?"

Xiao Peng couldn't laugh: "What nonsense are you talking about? When will I ruin your efforts? She is her and you are you. Who do you think I am? A tyrant?"

After hearing this, Okamoto became suspicious: "It really has nothing to do with you coming to me in the middle of the night? Then what good news and bad news do you say?"

Xiao Peng smiled and asked, "Do you want to hear the good news first or the bad news first?"

Okamoto hesitated: "Bad news."

Xiao Peng said: "Your brand and the economic benefits of the design office may have to be divided."

After hearing Xiao Peng's words, Okamoto sighed, "Xiao, are you going to take a share? Of course you can. You should have your shares here."

Xiao Peng shook his head: "Someone wants to divide your shares, but not me. Of course, if you don't want to, you can refuse."

"Can you refuse?" Okamoto was stunned. "Who wants to fund my brand?"

Xiao Peng nodded: "Yes, you guessed it. Someone wants to fund your brand. Of course, you can just refuse."

"Then the good news you said should be related to who wants to inject capital, right? Who really liked my brand?" Okamoto responded quickly.

"Hearst Group. After calculation by their accountant team, they decided to provide you with 23 million U.S. dollars to purchase 49% of the shares of your brand, but there are several conditions: first, no dilution of the shares in the future, second They are responsible for the publicity work. Third, the chief model of the brand image must use their designated models." Xiao Peng said. "Finally, your cooperation this time must be kept confidential. The proceeds from the cooperation each year are remitted to the designated account provided by them."

Okamoto was dumbfounded, Xiao Peng shook his hand before her eyes, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Xiao, are you sure it's not April Fool's Day? You are not kidding me? Is the Hearst Group you mentioned the Hearst Group in my imagination?" Okamoto Okamoto waited with big eyes.

Xiao Peng nodded: "There is only one Hearst Group on earth. If you are not satisfied, you can refuse this financing."

"God! Am I crazy, am I going to refuse this financing? Hearst Group? They are in charge of the promotion? Fack, even if it’s shit, they can make it a popular brand that everyone knows. And their The financing conditions are simply giving me money! Xiao, can you tell me why?" Okamoto was excited.

It’s no wonder that Hearst Group is so well-known in the fashion circle. Its several mainstream fashion magazines are all from its own family. They want to promote a brand, it is simply easy. If several magazines advertise together, then It is the rhythm of the fire.

Xiao Peng said lightly: "You can understand it as a rich mother leaving some private money for her daughter."

When Okamoto heard this, he suddenly seemed to think of something: "Their designated models are not Amanda Hirst and Delia Hirst?"

Xiao Peng said: "There should be only Delia Hirst. There is an agreement in my e-mail. You can read the content of the agreement. If you agree, someone will come to you to sign the contract in a few days." Peng took out his mobile phone, pressed the power button, and prepared to show Okamoto Okamoto the contents of the agreement.

However, Okamoto grabbed Xiao Peng's phone and threw it directly on the sofa. Xiao Peng was taken aback. I don't know what Okamoto wants to do.

Her next actions let Xiao Peng know the answer, and Okamoto Okamoto hugged Xiao Peng tightly and directly gave Xiao Peng a long French tongue kiss.

After a while, the two separated, and Xiao Peng smiled bitterly: "Duxu, I didn't do this for this. I have a girlfriend now! And I am selfish enough to give you a future... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Okamoto kissed Xiao Peng again. When the two people separated their lips this time, Okamoto touched Xiao Peng's mouth with her index finger and motioned him not to speak. She said softly: "I didn't want to thank you, I just wanted it... "

Everyone has said that, and it is no longer a man to refuse, no matter what he is. Let's talk when the action is over!

The two of them did not know how long they were busy with firewood, and finally stopped the fighting with Okamoto Okamoto surrendering. Looking at Okamoto Okamoto who fell asleep deeply, Xiao Peng couldn’t help laughing. The man really didn’t care. Live your crotch. This is so silly that something happened as soon as she left Emilia. . . . . .

Alas, this is the man. . . . . . Want to face temptation? Do not come out hiding in Qianliyan from now on!

Xiao Peng just wanted to take a shower and sleep for a while, but the phone rang suddenly, and Xiao Peng was frightened. He hurriedly found the phone, connected the phone, and tilted his head to see that Okamoto was not awakened, and he was relieved. .

Xiao Peng ran to the bathroom: "Who is that?" Xiao Peng was too anxious to answer the phone just now, and Xiao Peng did not look at the display.

Pan Peiyu’s awkward voice came from the phone: "Um, boss, it's half past four. We should go now."

"Uh...you wait for me, get dressed and go find you." Xiao Peng hung up the phone, Mad, and let people sleep a little longer, and I forgot about Okamoto's madness. It was time, but Pan Peiyu called himself in the end.

Never greedy women! What a delay. This will definitely not be the case next time. . . . . . Uh, maybe. . . . . .