Lan Yifan sat straight on the sofa next to him and faced Mo Yan.

"Lan Shao, please drink tea." Mo Yan poured him three-quarters of the tea and smiled.

"I won't drink the tea, let's get down to business first, I've been quite busy lately." Lan Yifan glanced at the tea, picked it up and put it down.

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point." Mo Yan smiled, pushed the tea set aside, and soon a servant came over and took it out.

After no one else went out, Mo Yan began to speak: "We can cooperate." ”

Lan Yifan paused and looked up at her.

The girl pursed her lips and smiled: "Grandpa is seriously ill, my brother is not awake, I am in charge of family affairs, and the older generation often cares about things." ”

"Oh?" Lan Yifan raised his eyebrows, "Miss Mo wants to talk to me about business?" ”

"Yes, we can talk about the Linghai base."

Lan Yifan's face froze, and then he lowered his eyes and hid the emotions in his eyes: "...... you mean?"

"Arms supply." Mo Yan took out a drawing and pushed it in front of the man opposite.

Lan Yifan hesitated, picked up the drawing and looked at it, he didn't understand weapons, but he could see that it was a multi-dimensional structure diagram of a pistol.

Mo Yan observed the man's expression and continued to speak: "How is it?" Linghai base, there should be a share of mine. ”

Lan Yifan pretended to look at it for more than ten seconds, and then slowly put the drawings on the table, with a sad expression: "Miss Mo, the Linghai base is managed from above, and I am also an ordinary businessman, where can I do this." ”

"Lan Shao, that's too modest to say." Mo Yan teased his eyes lightly, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"How is this humble?" Lan Yifan laughed dryly, "I'm in charge of business, who is in charge of the Linghai base, it really has nothing to do with me, if Miss Mo really wants to do this business, it's better to come to the Lan family another day, visit our old man, and let him introduce you." ”

Mo Yan lowered his eyes and bowed his head silently. Qingfeng Literature

"Miss Mo, if it's okay......" Lan Yifan got up.

Mo Yan hurriedly stood up: "It's nothing, if Lan Shao has something, let's go and get busy first." ”

"Okay."

"It's just a pity, I originally wanted to take you to the warehouse to see my goods......" Mo Yan saw Lan Yifan coming over, and immediately stopped.

"What?" Lan Yifan was really aroused by curiosity and stopped at the door.

"It's nothing, Lan Shao should go get busy first." Mo Yan walked out of the room and beckoned to the servant who was waiting outside.

"Young Master Lan, please come here." The maid's voice was sweet.

Lan Yifan nodded at Mo Yan and went out behind the maid.

Mo Yan retracted his gaze, turned around and entered the room, took out the mirror to make up his makeup, then picked up his mobile phone and sent a voice message: "Stare." ”

"Miss, we're going out." Another servant came to tell the time.

"Hmm." Mo Yan put the phone in her hand, walked in front, and said casually, "Recently, how is grandpa's health?" ”

"Miss Hui, it's still the same."

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes, the moment he stepped down the stairs, he was backed by the light, his delicate little face was shrouded in shadows, the corners of the girl's mouth were hooked to the side, and with the click of high heels, the smile disappeared into the light.

In the villa building, representatives of the four major families in the capital came, and Shen Qing sat between the two representatives, bowing her head and playing games, as if the noisy world around her had nothing to do with her.

"Oh, Lan Yifan is here." Dongfang Cheng saw Lan Yifan, and Lan Yifan also saw Dongfang Cheng......

Shen Qing beside him.