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The car restarted and headed for downtown Yangon, leaving only moaning locals.

"It's your fare. ”

Twenty minutes later, Song Yan threw a hundred yuan to the driver and walked into the Yangon Hotel with Xiangshan.

Looking at the two backs that walked into the hotel, the driver exhaled heavily, that man was so terrifying, in less than a minute, he put down more than twenty people.

The hotel room was booked online by Song Yan for ten days.

Today is the 16th, and we have to wait for the 18th for the official opening of the Heidian market.

After reading the books of Eastern medicine in the room for two hours, Song Yan threw them into the storage spirit ring, came to the next door, and called Shangxiangshan to go to the hotel's restaurant for dinner.

Because the opening of the Heidian public market is imminent, Yangon has welcomed a large number of jewelry and jade merchants from the Yan and Huang countries, as well as wealthy people who want to try their luck.

Therefore, more than eighty percent of the people in the restaurant are Yan Huang people.

While waiting for the meal, Song Yan was a little bored and glanced around the restaurant.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he found that the seat next to him was actually a beautiful woman.

Dark cyan professional OL clothes, long legs, black stockings, high heels, and with that flawless beauty, she is absolutely white and beautiful, and this Bai Fumei is not very old, she should only be in her early 20s.

At this moment, she was talking with the middle-aged woman sitting opposite her with a serious expression about the No. 18 Heidian Gongpan.

Although their voices were low, Song Yan's hearing was so keen.

Through the information revealed in the conversation between the two, these two should be from a domestic jewelry company, and this time they came to participate in the Heidian public market to buy rough stones.

Moreover, a "Chachai" name was mentioned several times during the conversation.

Before coming to Yangon, Song Yan asked Nangong Yuntian to help him collect some information about the Heidian warlord and the organizer of this public market.

If he remembers correctly, this Chachai is one of the five warlords of Heidian, and at the same time, one of the organizers of this public market.

After talking about things at work, Jiang Wan'er asked with some concern: "Sister Zhu, when exactly will Doctor Ning arrive?"

Sister Zhu said in a deep voice: "Mr. Jiang, don't worry, Doctor Ning has already replied, and he will be able to arrive before noon tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Wan'er was much more relieved: "If Doctor Ning can cure Chachai's hidden disease, then this time we will have a much greater grasp of the share of the original stone." ”

Sister Zhu nodded thoughtfully: "The southern end of the Mubei Holy Hand, Ning Divine Doctor is one of our two great divine doctors in Yanhuang, with him on the horse, he will definitely be able to cure Chachai's hidden disease." ”

"I hope so!" Jiang Wan'er nodded, faintly feeling that this matter might not be so smooth.

At that moment, a young man, presumably twenty-five or sixteen years old, walked into the restaurant surrounded by two bodyguards, with a black-brown birthmark on the left side of his face that covered almost half of his left cheek.

It stands to reason that such a person should have low self-esteem.

But the young man didn't see the slightest inferiority complex on his face, but the corners of his mouth hung a little arrogant smile, his eyes swept around the restaurant, and finally locked on Jiang Wan'er, and strode over.

Jiang Wan'er seemed to feel something, and subconsciously raised her head, and the moment she saw the young man, her beautiful face suddenly changed, and there was a hint of gloom.

"Sister Wan'er, we're meeting again!" The young man walked to the table and looked at Jiang Wan'er condescendingly, not hiding the lewd-evil aura in his eyes.

"Song Shao, please respect yourself, you can call me Mr. Jiang, you can also call me Jiang Wan'er, please don't call me Sister Wan'er. Jiang Wan'er did not hide the disgust in her heart at all, and it was completely expressed on her face.

"Song Shao, please take a seat. Sister Zhu stood up, looking a little afraid.

The young man sat down opposite Jiang Wan'er unceremoniously, his eyes even more unscrupulous: "Sister Wan'er, don't be so angry, you will marry into our Song family sooner or later, do you want me to call you Wan'er's wife in advance." ”

"Disgusting!"

Jiang Wan'er snorted coldly, got up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the young man's two bodyguards.

The young man smiled and said, "Sister Wan'er, I know that you came to Heidian this time to buy rough stones, do you need my help? Our Song family is very familiar with several generals in Heidian. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Wan'er's face changed drastically, how could she not hear the threat in Seinfeld's words.

"You are despicable. ”

Seinfeld said disapprerovingly: "Sister Wan'er is so good-looking when she scolds people." But you've misunderstood me, I really want to help you!"

"No, you don't!"

Jiang Wan'er bypassed the two bodyguards and left quickly, looking at her back, the corners of Seinfeld's mouth showed a hint of playfulness, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Wan'er, do you think you can escape from my palm?"

Song Yan, who was a bystander, couldn't help but shake his head secretly when he saw this scene.

After dinner, he and Xiangshan returned to their respective rooms.

In order to show respect for Dr. Ning, at ten o'clock in the morning of the second day, Jiang Wan'er took Sister Zhu and four company security personnel to the airport in two cars to pick up people.

Dr. Ning's flight arrived at half past eleven.

After waiting for half an hour, the time came to half past eleven, and the airport radio was also announcing that the flight taken by Dr. Ning had landed.

But after waiting for twenty minutes, he didn't see Doctor Ning walk out of the passage.

Jiang Wan'er frowned slightly, and faintly had a bad premonition: "Sister Zhu, you call the assistant of Doctor Ning and ask what's going on?"

"Okay, Mr. Jiang. ”

Sister Zhu nodded and began to make a call, and the prompt tone was turned off, so she dialed the phone number of Dr. Ning, and the same prompt was turned off.

"Mr. Jiang, the phones of Doctor Ning and his assistant have been turned off, did they forget to turn on the phone after getting off the plane?" Sister Zhu said.

"Impossible, now that the plane has landed for twenty minutes, how can it not be turned on!" Jiang Wan'er shook her head, her bad premonition became more and more premonitive, and then she said to the four security personnel: "You four, go in and find it immediately!"

In less than half an hour, the four security guards returned, but they did not find Dr. Ning.

"Mr. Jiang, what should we do now?" Sister Zhu said worriedly.

But Jiang Wan'er's mind flashed Seinfeld's disgusting cheeks, and she gritted her teeth and said, "It must be a good thing done by that despicable villain Seinfeld!"

Hearing this, Sister Zhu's expression changed suddenly, with Seinfeld's character, she was really capable of doing this kind of thing.

Doctor Ning is the key to this negotiation, and now that he has been taken away by Seinfeld, it must be to blackmail Jiang Wan'er into submission.

"Let's go, go back to the hotel!"

After being silent for a while, Jiang Wan'er walked quickly outside, and the dull sound of high heels showed that her mood was not calm.

Sure enough, on the way back to the Yangon hotel, she received a call from Seinfeld, but she wanted to hang up, but she finally picked it up.

"Sister Wan'er, I helped you take Doctor Ning back to the hotel, how can you thank me?"

"Seinfeld, what do you want?" Hearing the other party's shameless words, Jiang Wan'er couldn't help but roar into the phone.

"Don't you know what I want? By the way, tonight I booked the hotel's western restaurant and prepared a candlelight dinner, I hope you can enjoy your face!"

"You're dreaming!"

Jiang Wan'er hung up the phone angrily, because she was too angry, her chest couldn't help but rise and fall for a while.

[Author's digression]: The fifth update is complete, by the way, everyone remember to express their opinions, do you want to see Song Yan enter the world based on our earth's film and television, or created by the mosquitoes themselves