"It's not like you that a Betancourt family would make you pay such a big price."

In the car, Su Qingwu said to Yan Murong while driving.

"Are you making fun of me for being stingy?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically.

Su Qingwu didn't speak, but she could be regarded as acknowledging Yan Murong's words.

"Hehe, I'm really stingy." Yan Murong said with a smile. "But there is also a time for stinginess - although there is no nobility in France, you have to admit that the Betancourt family is very powerful in France."

"So what?" Su Qingwu asked.

"How?" Yan Murong smiled and said. "Sooner or later, I will take Chinese medicine out of the country - let's put it this way, whether it is Morgana who comes to me for cooperation, or the United States, the United Kingdom, or people and companies from any country come to me to cooperate, as long as their power is big enough, I will do it."

"There's only one Morgana now." Su Qingwu reminded him. She is telling Yan Murong that even if you have already planned in advance, there is only one Mojana, and the power of the Betancourt family is limited to France.

"I know." Yan Murong nodded. "That's why I'm going to hand over all the global agency rights to Mojana, except for Huaxia."

"You're too cunning." Su Qingwu laughed.

Yes, she only understood Yan Murong's true thoughts now.

I have to say that even she, a person who has been in business for so many years, has not been able to discover Yan Murong's true thoughts, which is enough to prove that Yan Murong is cunning enough.

To put it bluntly, Yan Murong is using the price that seems to be a loss in exchange for Mo Jiana's friendship.

As a world-renowned brand, L'Oréal can be said to be well-known in Europe. And what is the selling point of Yan Murong's products? Naturally, it is a Chinese herbal formula.

In order to make money, Mo Jiana will naturally spare no effort to promote Yan Murong's products, so that when people experience the harmless effect of this pure Chinese medicine formula cosmetics, they will naturally become interested in Chinese medicine, at that time, these foreigners will not have resistance to Chinese medicine, of course, this is only for people who have used his products.

But in any case, Yan Murong's move can be described as very exquisite.

Not only did he bring money to himself, but he also asked Mojana to advertise Chinese medicine for free in all over Europe and beyond.

Su Qingwu suddenly found that the more she came into contact with Yan Murong, the more she couldn't see through him.

Originally, she thought that Yan Murong was a person who had no great ambitions and was afraid to do things. But after touching it, she was surprised to find that this man who had already obtained a certificate with her was so cunning, and he seemed to have a lot of secrets.

"Thanks for the compliment." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I've never done business, but I've heard the saying that no one does business—and now it seems that I'm doing pretty well."

Looking at Yan Murong's complacent expression, Su Qingwu also pursed her lips and laughed.

As he spoke, Yan Murong's phone rang. Seeing the number displayed on the phone, Yan Murong immediately grinned happily.

"Hey, old man, did you miss me?" Yan Murong picked up the phone and said with a laugh.

"Little bastard, it seems that I haven't cleaned you up for a long time, and your ass is itching again, isn't it?" A slightly hoarse voice came from the phone, although it was scolding, but it could be heard from the tone that the other party was in a good mood.

"Haha, old man, it's not that I look down on you." Yan Murong laughed arrogantly. "Unless you put your red panties on the outside and turn into Superman and fly over, you want to clean me up, dream about you."

"Little bastard, I don't believe you won't come back to see me."

"I don't know when it happened." Yan Murong said. "At least you can't do anything about me now."

Yan Murong was very happy to receive the call from the old man, at least Su Qingwu had never seen him so happy. pricked up her ears and wanted to listen secretly, but helplessly, the volume of Yan Murong's mobile phone microphone was too small, and she couldn't hear the voice on the other side at all.

"Hmph, let's make you beautiful for a few days." The old man snorted.

The old man is a person who doesn't talk much and always likes to pretend to be silent, and only when he talks to Yan Murong will he say a few more words. This made Yan Murong very puzzled, could it be that he had a desire to let the old man speak?

"Old man, why don't you go to a nap after a few drinks at night, what are you doing by calling me?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"It's not because of you little bastard." The old man said in a deep voice. "You've been having too much fun lately, haven't you?"

"You know everything?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

"Nonsense." The old man said angrily. "What kind of personality you are, I still don't know? I've been a restless lord since I was a kid -- I'm in the mountains, but it's not hard for me to know what will happen after you come down the mountain. ”

"Hehe, old man, haven't I inherited your temperament?" Yan Murong laughed facelessly. "What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice."

"Alright, don't talk to me about these useless things." The old man interrupted Yan Murong's words and said. "I just want to tell you, be careful, there will always be people who want to attack you."

"Huh?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and his tone became serious. "Do you know something, old man?"

"I don't know." The old man said. "I've only heard a little bit about it."

"Then you won't be so careful, it's not like you." Yan Murong said in surprise.

In his impression, the old man was the kind of person who didn't care about anything, even if he was tortured by him and was covered with scars, the old man didn't care a few words. Therefore, Yan Murong wondered why this old man suddenly called to tell him this today.

"Little bastard, if you die, who will support me?" The old man said angrily.

"Isn't there a little snake?" Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Little snake? The little snake is gone. ”

"The little snake is gone?" Yan Murong suddenly trembled all over his body and asked nervously. "What do you mean, old man? What's wrong with Little Snake? ”

"Little snake doesn't do much." The old man said. "It's just that I told her to go down the mountain and do something."

"What to do?" Yan Murong asked urgently.

"Don't you know what to do?" The old man sold the guanzi, which made Yan Murong really want to punch his old face twice over the phone.

"Old man, hurry up, otherwise I won't give you a pension in the future." Yan Murong said threateningly.

"Actually, it's not a big deal." The old man was silent for a moment and said. "The little snake has come down the mountain to find you."

"What? She's coming for me? Yan Murong exclaimed in surprise, startling Su Qingwu, who was driving on the side, shook his hand, and almost drove the car onto the sidewalk.