Early in the morning, Jiang Chen woke up from his sleep. Glancing at the lovely man who was sleeping like a cat next to him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.

Slightly pursed lips, long eyebrows, gently fluttering eyelashes, and slightly messy hair

The porcelain doll's smooth and fair skin was a little blush, and from Aisha's even breathing, Jiang Chen could vaguely hear a trace of exhaustion and happiness.

It was a bit crazy last night.

As soon as he thought of last night, Jiang Chen's face couldn't help but turn red. I don't know if it's his delusion, but he always feels that Aisha will be extra excited every time she is "rough" by him. Especially the hands are cut backwards, from behind

Touching his nose embarrassedly, Jiang Chen gently covered Aisha with the quilt, and then quietly touched the bed.

I made breakfast after a long absence.

Glancing at the butter fried bread and oat milk on the table with a sense of accomplishment, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.

"Master, I really have the talent of a good man. Narcissistically hummed a few words, Jiang Chen sat comfortably at the dining table and finished breakfast, he still had very important things to do today, so he got up much earlier than usual.

After packing everything up, Jiang Chen left a note on the dining table, and then walked out of the house humming a little song.

Driving the Maybach, he drove straight in the direction of the suburbs.

For his "island purchase plan", he still needs to do some preparations. And the sooner this work is done, the better, and Roberts is probably already on the move. To be honest, he himself was taken aback by his own thoughts. If one accidentally fails in his plan, he could end up on Interpol's blacklist.

But as long as it succeeds, doesn't it?-

Opening her hazy eyes, Aisha slowly sat up from the bed. Reaching out and brushing the loose strands of hair, she silently stared at the empty pillow that was still warm, and her brain was empty for a while.

She couldn't remember why she fell in love with Jiang Chen, but the feeling of liking it had always been so strong. Whenever I see him, my heart beats faster, and whenever I am held by him, my whole body heats up.

Smiling silly, she thought about last night

Suddenly, she woke up from her trance.

"Yes. Forgot to make breakfast. ”

In her mind, as a competent wife, she should put a hot breakfast on the table before her husband leaves for work. This is not strictly written into the doctrine, though. But it was the patriarchal motto of her mother's family.

She has always been so strict with herself. She knows very well that her husband is a very good man, including the woman who came back in his car last time, and he should have a lot of "wives". Although she is not jealous or anything, she still longs to be noticed a little more.

This includes a reasonable diet (she was unaware that genetic drugs improved her metabolism. There is no need to control your diet and you will not accumulate excess fat on your stomach), and exercise at the right time to make your body look toned and attractive enough. That culture is also a good thing, and the only fly in the ointment that seems to improve the quality of the skin is that somewhat embarrassing fiber catheter.

And housework, she is not ambiguous at all.

But yesterday was so tired, and even when she woke up this morning, her legs and stomach were still slightly sore, so that she slept in the morning.

Quickly crawling out of bed, Aisha simply slipped a slightly longer white shirt over her seductive jade body. Then he trotted to the first floor with half of his bare thighs.

However, she was disappointed, Jiang Chen had already left.

Annoyed by her "mistake", after a simple wash, Aisha came to the restaurant sullenly, ready to get herself something to eat.

But when she saw the breakfast that had been placed on the table, she was suddenly stunned.

For some reason, she always felt warm in her heart.

There was a note on the table, the handwriting on it was very neat, and she was able to read it with her current Chinese level.

[I won't come to eat at noon, so don't wait for me.] Pay attention to take care of yourself - Jiang Chen. 】

Moving the small hand holding the note to her chest, Aisha's cheeks flushed warmly.

She suddenly remembered, and it seemed that it was because of this tenderness that she fell in love with him inexorably.

Although it's always a bad feeling. But he has always taken good care of her, and did not discriminate against her because of his refugee status, and treated her rudely

His hands were unconsciously pressed against his chest, and his index finger gently pinched the button of the neckline.

"Dad, Mom, I am very happy living in a foreign country. Please rest assured."

The note was clenched tightly in the palm of her hand, and the girl prayed.

Xinglong Food Processing Plant.

The cement gray walls look fairly clean, and the surrounding environment is not bad. Although the sparrows are small and have all the organs, from the outside, Jiang Chen is quite satisfied with this factory.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Chen looked around and quickly found the person he was looking for.

When a middle-aged man who was squatting at the door and smoking a cigarette saw him, he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it, and then reluctantly squeezed out a smile and walked quickly to meet him.

It's just that this smile is not much better than crying.

Obviously the information says that he is 31 years old, and this man of eight meters hooks his waist, just like an old man who is nearly half a hundred years old, from the faintly white temples and ravines on his face, he can't see the vicissitudes of time, but can only see the helplessness of life.

"Jiang Chen, the information is on the intermediary information, I believe you have already read it. Jiang Chen didn't say much about this man in his heart, he just smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Zheng Hongjie, the owner of Xinglong Food Processing Factory. Zheng Hongjie held Jiang Chen's hand and shook it, smiled a little reluctantly, and then made a gesture to Jiang Chen, "Boss Jiang, come with me to see the factory." ”

"Hmm. Jiang Chen nodded.

The two walked into the factory side by side, and Jiang Chen noticed the dust on the production line, which seemed to have not started for a long time.

"There are two canning lines, and there is also an instant noodle production line and a biscuit and pastry production line. In the past, our main business was OEM, but now no one comes to work with us. ”

Zheng Hongjie smiled a little bitterly, and then took Jiang Chen to the back of the factory.

"This is the warehouse, including the four acres of vacant land behind our factory, I was originally going to expand the factory, but now it seems that it is not needed. The price of production equipment is discounted by 70%, so count you 300,000. This land and factory are slightly more expensive, a total of 2.4 million, and it can't be lower. ”

After that, Zheng Hongjie stopped talking, but looked at Jiang Chen's reaction.

After roughly calculating it in his heart, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.

This price is indeed fair, even lower than the market price. Before he came, he had consulted an agent, and the valuation of this factory was about 3 million. Thinking about it, Zheng should have encountered some trouble in urgent need of money, or he would not be in such a hurry to get rid of the factory at a low price.

Although he had already decided to buy it, Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he was not in a hurry to loosen his mouth, but gave Zheng Hongjie a cigarette with a smile, and then pulled him aside.

"Boss Zheng, I'm quite satisfied with the price. But there is one place that I am curious about, judging from the construction of this factory, you should not be the kind of person who is not good at management, why would you be so depressed that you need to sell your property?"

After taking the cigarette handed by Jiang Chen, Zheng Hongjie was not polite, and lit the cigarette very skillfully.

Spit out the smoke ring, and the man, who was only in his thirties, squeezed together with the furrow-like wrinkles on his face, and once again showed a bitter smile.

"The stock market. ”

Although it was only two words, Jiang Chen understood his sadness in seconds. (To be continued.) )