Jiang Yang tossed and turned this night and couldn't sleep for a long time.

The shadow of dual-purpose armored vehicles, rockets, mortars, gatlings, and all kinds of military weapons in the super-area area of destruction lingers in the mind.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see the picture of the heavy trucks passing by in the New Special Administrative Region.

Closing your eyes is the sight of Bogang's super-warlords who have terrified most of Southeast Asia and fled.

Spectacular sight.

Although he did not go to the scene of the conflict in today's war, he could clearly see everything on the banks of the Mekong River from the picture transmitted by Zu Shengdong.

Especially when Zu Shengdong drove the Apache after Bogang.

It was a feeling of indescribability, of incomprehension.

It's amazing.

Except for the Apache and some light machine gun weapons, those modern super military weapons were all borrowed by him from Ye Wenjing.

Frankly speaking, Ye Wenjing took the initiative to lend it to him.

And the deterrent power of military weapons, which directly hits people's hearts and is extremely barbaric, gave Jiang Yang a clear understanding in his heart for the first time.

It's like magic.

Immense, unparalleled magic.

After the dispute, when those weapons were loaded back with heavy trucks as soon as possible, they were returned intact.

Sent to the customs office, not to the new special zone, when he Jiang Yang here.

A sense of loss suddenly appeared in my heart.

There is a great sense of loss.

Or rather, reluctance.

He knew that it was someone else's property, something that someone had lent him, and that he had to return it.

But I still can't help it.

Those things that were full of metallic colors and were extremely barbaric turned out to be the second thing that Jiang Yang longed for from the bottom of his heart after wealth.

Desperate desire.

It was late at night, and the only sound was the sound of the wind beating against the window.

Jiang Yang picked up the pillow and covered his face, and spread out his body, becoming a "big" character.

From this moment on, what he wants to pursue is quietly changing.

The battle with Bo Gang was like a seed planted in his heart.

Gradual......

Take root.

Sprout.

The next day, the sun was shining.

Jiang Yang got up early in the morning and took a cold shower in the simple wooden house built outside the tin house.

The water is cold and the heart is cold.

But for the weather in Southeast Asia, it's an unparalleled thrill.

Refreshed, I changed into clean clothes.

As the lord of a place and the seat of a district, you still have to pay attention to some images.

Yesterday night, Ye Wenjing called to ask about how the new special zone and the triangle alliance would negotiate, and also informed Jiang Yang of something.

That is, today she is going to the new special zone to inspect.

And it's to bring someone to investigate.

According to Ye Wenjing, this is the young master of a certain capitalist in Britain who wants to invest in Southeast Asia.

So Ye Wenjing planned to introduce him here to contribute to the construction of the new special zone.

Jiang Yang naturally readily agreed, and planned to take it very seriously.

It's just that this young master doesn't seem to be the same as Jiang Yang imagined.

When Ye Wenjing's silver-white Rolls-Royce appeared at the headquarters, the blonde young master seemed to be very dissatisfied with the environment here.

To be exact, disgust.

An aristocrat is an aristocracy.

It was dusty, and there was construction everywhere, as if in the middle of the wilderness, with potholes, half of the farmland dug up, half of the ravines filled, and undulating hills as far as the eye could see.

After Ye Wenjing's brief introduction, Jiang Yang learned that this young master was from the York family, and after the duke, his name was Ranken.

Its family is in the treatment of oil and sea pollution

and the field of nuclear power research occupies a certain position in the world.

In a word, a rich man.

Rankine was tall, but very thin.

In Jiang Yang's words, it looks like a matchstick from a distance, and it is afraid that it can be blown down when the wind is strong.

The cheekbones are high and there are some freckles on the face.

Maybe it's because of the noble bloodline, or for other reasons, that he respects Ye Wenjing very much and behaves like a gentleman.

But when he treats Jiang Yang, he is not so friendly.

But it's no wonder.

The son of a top British aristocracy, when he arrived in poor and backward Southeast Asia, there were indeed few people who could see it.

When he stopped from Rolls-Royce, this British young master named Ranken was constantly courteous to Ye Wenjing.

He will take the role of the driver, trot out of the car at the first time, and open the door for Ye Wenjing.

Then step forward and hold up the parasol.

Holding an umbrella in his left hand to protect the outside of the car, and lifting his right hand to the roof of the car to prevent Ye Wenjing from accidentally touching the top of his head.

Careful, well cared for, praiseworthy.

For Ranken's courtesy, Ye Wenjing did not choose to refuse, but nodded politely to express his gratitude.

And then, the distance from the vehicle to the headquarters was only more than ten meters, which directly made Jiang Yang, Duan Yusheng, Hua Youdao, Zu Shengdong, Bancun, Yu Xin and other Chinese men look at the jaw about to dislocate.

Ranken saw Ye Wenjing wearing a skirt, bent over all the way, and pinched the skirt with two fingers for her.

The scale is just right, and it will never touch a little bit of Ye Wenjing's skin, and the line of sight of his eyes has always been in front.

That's what a gentleman is.

Every time Ye Wenjing took a step, Rankine would gently move forward, for fear that Ye Wenjing would fall by himself.

A servant tried to take the parasol from him, but Rankine immediately refused.

Rankine would tell the servant in standard and fluent English, "I hope that the abominable sun I have covered Miss Yip."

American romance, horror.

I don't know how Ye Wenjing felt when she heard it.

But Jiang Yang and the others, who watched all this behind them, felt as if it was not so hot today, and the sun was not so poisonous.

It's goosebumps, from the squeaky nest all the way to the soles of the feet, grabbing a large piece.

Cold.

Led by Jiang Yang, he took the lead in shivering and trembling.

Then, the tremor seemed to be contagious, and the group of men trembled one by one as if they had been electrocuted.

The cheeks of the board flew up, and the mouth gurgled and bubbled.

"Gentleman."

"Romantic."

Jiang Yang sighed: "We have to study hard and look at people, that little mouth, *** will say."

Until the two of them reached the vicinity of the headquarters.

Hua Youdao took the lead, greeted him with a smile on his face, looked at Ye Wenjing and said, "Little grandmother, come over so early and don't say hello, I can let people clean up the environment here." Look at the white dress you're wearing, it's all stained."

Ye Wenjing shook her head slightly: "It's out of the way."

Seeing Ye Wenjing stop, Lancoln let go of his fingers and straightened up.

First straightened the bow tie on the neckline, then put his hands on his abdomen and stopped straight, like a robot.

He was serious and his expression was serious.

His eyes glanced around the line of Chinese men, and then he said a sentence in English.

Everyone looked at each other.

Ban Cun was stunned, leaned towards Jiang Yang's side, and said softly with a puzzled face, "Brother, what is he talking about?"

Jiang Yang was afraid that this "big customer" would hear it, so he covered his mouth and whispered to Bancun: "He said that it is our honor for Miss Ye to come to us for inspection, the ancestors are smoking, and they have accumulated eight lifetimes of virtue, so we have to kneel down and kowtow to them to express our welcome to Miss Ye......

Bancun's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of wisdom: "So long?"

"S: The pie was drawn too early, and I've been tossing and running around all this time, and it's a bit hard to change the five chapters a day, old watches.

I'll probably have to run for a while, and when I'm done, I'll make up the bread for you.

Mom-da-ah."