After speaking, Lou Chengge glanced at Nangong Yu's face and continued, "And the wife doesn't have any documents and valuable things on her, the woman who has just given birth has no milk, the wife doesn't understand the language of E, and there are very few people in the empire in country E, so ......"

"Send someone down again, look for it overnight, whether the child is dead or alive, find the wife and bring the person back directly."

As Chen Shanshan said, he has no heart now, his heart was all lost on that woman, for that woman, he has no home, no relatives, he must get her, get her wholeheartedly.

……

Winter goes to spring, and it is a new year, when the bell of New Year's Day rings, the hacker bar is thunderous.

Under the deafening music and dazzling lights, young men and women struggled to twist their waists, acquaintances and unknowns, bumping wine glasses with each other and saying words of blessing.

The hacker bar is still called by its original name, and even the layout inside has not changed much, but it has already changed hands.

A humble little bar, but it is the only entertainment industry under the austerity of Muhammad.

In the semi-enclosed room on the second floor, the man sat on the large and comfortable sofa, gently shaking the wine glass with one hand, supporting his forehead with the other, and his cold gaze fell on the dance floor outside.

If it weren't for the fact that there were several empty wine bottles on the table in front of him, probably no one would have been able to tell that men had come here just to get drunk.

A year has passed in a blink of an eye, when Mu Xingfeng came to Nan'an to take over the Wenshan Group, which was facing bankruptcy, and now Wenshan has become the most influential enterprise in the entire C province, and it only took a year for the man.

In just one year, the M Moser Group he took over has spread its business all over Southeast Asia, and is also spreading to European and American countries.

Muhammad has become a myth of a business empire.

And the man who created this myth can only use this way to prove that he is still alive in the world.

"BOSS, the mission of country M has arrived in the imperial capital, the signing ceremony is scheduled for nine o'clock tomorrow morning, the afternoon is the signing ceremony between Muhammad and Jiawen Entertainment, tomorrow is the fifth anniversary celebration of Jiawen Entertainment, Jiawen Entertainment over there, Sun Shaohui will attend in person, after the signing ceremony is Jiawen Entertainment's New Year's party, and BOSS is invited to participate."

Jiao Lei held a document and routinely introduced tomorrow's itinerary.

In the past year, he has gone from Mu Xingfeng's most effective escort captain to his real right-hand man.

"Jiawen Entertainment? Is it Luo Jing's contract renewal? Mu Xingfeng asked, it has been a year since Luo Jing was appointed as the sole spokesperson of Muhammad's advertisement.

"Yes, there is also Yin Qianxue's contract, and this contract was also agreed by the boss."

Jiao Lei added.

Mu Xingfeng raised his hand to indicate that he knew.

Jiao Lei glanced at the wine bottle in front of him, and finally couldn't help but remind, "The special plane is tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, I'll send the boss home to rest, right?" ”

Mu Xingfeng did not refuse, walked out of the box, and went directly to the VIP channel.

As soon as he sat in the car, the call came in, and Mu Xingfeng glanced at the mobile phone screen and picked it up.

“Happynewyear！” Sun Wangbei's voice of resistance came from inside.

Mu Xingfeng directly turned on the mobile phone hands-free, "Something?" ”

seems to have been accustomed to Mu Xingfeng's indifferent tone, and Sun Wangbei in it is not less interested, but even more exaggerated.

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