Mr. Huo, Ma'am, she's acting like a demon again

Chen Jiarong didn't hide his secrets, and gave Nanchu a detailed account of the Jiangcheng market.

"Jiangcheng extends in all directions. Many people come here to do business, but not many people can stay and take root."

"Except for my Sheng Rong, the only ones who can occupy a place in Jiangcheng are several big families."

Nan Chu had really heard about this.

The first group of people who came to Jiangcheng to work hard all had rich family backgrounds.

The old people passed away one after another, and now, only a bunch of profligate youngsters are left.

"If you want to deal with those people, you will inevitably go to some unbearable places. You are a woman, not suitable."

Chen Jiarong pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

He wasn't sexist, it was purely well-meaning.

"Inappropriate?"

Nan Chu propped his chin and smiled meaningfully, "You'll have to go to find out."

In the end, Chen Jiarong still couldn't hold back Nan Chu.

Big deal, he watched from the sidelines, if the situation is not right, just take Nanchu away immediately.

In terms of influence alone, Chen Jiarong didn't feel that he was much inferior to Huo Xici.

But in case something happens to Nanchu on his territory, he can't afford to provoke a crazy man.

I asked the assistant, and tonight a group of sons and sisters in Jiangcheng are gathering at a bar called Night.

On the way, Nan Chu suddenly made a sound.

"Mr. Chen thinks, are these people really just playboys?"

Chen Jiarong was startled, just about to open his mouth to refute, but fell into deep thought again.

It has been five years since those old guys passed away.

In the past five years, the power of those company groups has not shrunk too much.

Is it just because of the help of seniors in the company?

Seeing this, Nan Chu smiled without saying a word.

Some time ago, Ji's family had some accidents.

The uncle of the Ji family suddenly fell ill, the elder brother joined the army, and the third younger brother was still studying abroad.

The burden of the company suddenly fell on Ji Muzhou.

Ji Muzhou's knowledge and methods are already good among his peers.

But just dealing with those who have different intentions is exhausting and exhausting.

It is enough to see that the people in Jiangcheng are by no means mediocre.

She was very interested in seeing it.

Standing outside the box door, Chen Jiarong stopped her, stepped forward first, and knocked on the door.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, you are such a rare visitor!"

A guy in a pink shirt with a microphone in his hand flashed his eyes and wobbled towards Chen Jiarong.

Drunk.

Chen Jiarong kicked the man in the pink shirt gently.

"He Shao, I brought guests here, so don't let them see jokes."

Home Mo restrained his smile, rubbed his eyes, and smirked, his eyes fell on Nan Chu who was behind Chen Jiarong.

"Hey, beauty, come on, have a drink with Ben!"

Nan Chu walked forward with a smile, "There are so many beautiful sisters, isn't it enough for He Shao to see?"

Homer squinted his eyes and continued to play drunk, "Not enough!"

"If it's not enough, I'll find all the beautiful girls in the whole club. If He Shao is cash-strapped, I, Nanchu, are willing to pay the money."

A silence.

Homer stared straight at Nan Chu.

He suddenly laughed, stretched lazily, and sat back on the sofa.

Homer kicked away a guy of similar age beside him.

"Go away, make room for Miss Nan—"

Nan Chu didn't see him either, opened a bottle of champagne and filled an empty glass.

"Your respect."

Then, down the drain.

He Mo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pinched the chin of a wine hostess hard, and looked at it carefully.

He turned his head and said to Nan Chu.

"This is the only woman in my eyes."

"Today, Miss Nan showed me one more thing."

Nan Chu didn't bother to delve into the hidden meaning of this sentence, and picked up the wine glass again.

"I am very honored."

Chen Jiarong has always prided himself on himself, and never hang out with Homer's group of people.

It was only today that I discovered that all of these guys were playing tricks on every occasion.

After drinking for three rounds, Homer casually pointed to a woman.

"You, sing a song for Master Ben."

The woman took the microphone nervously, a little reluctantly.

Dallying, seems to be procrastinating for time.

This gesture angered Homer.

He grabbed a wad of money and threw it on the table.

"Sing!"

Unexpectedly, the woman sobbed, and her hand holding the microphone trembled.

"Boom-"

The microphone fell to the ground and made a dull sound.

Homer's servant was eager to claim credit, so he slapped the woman on the face.

"You don't even listen to He Shao's words, it seems that you are..."

"Tsk."

Nan Chu got up unhurriedly, "Little brother, are you in a bad temper?"

Homer stared at Nan Chu, waiting to see her next move.

Nan Chu walked to the karaoke stand and randomly ordered a few songs.

She bent down, picked up the microphone, and put it in the woman's hand.

Keep your voice extremely low.

"Being aware of current affairs."

She got up, and suddenly found that the woman was holding her sleeve tightly.

Something is wrong!
It was dark in the box, and she couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

But this familiar feeling can never go wrong.

She pulled out her sleeves calmly, and sat back beside Homer again.

The women have started singing.

There was a hint of crying in the voice.

Nan Chu's heart clenched into a ball.

Homer snapped his fingers in front of Nan Chu.

"Miss Nan must have something to talk about when she came to see me. Why haven't I heard you mention it until now?"

Nan Chu stretched out his index finger and waved it in front of Homer.

"He Shao, don't be so disappointing."

"Work is a daytime thing, and at night, I'm just here to make friends."

In the early hours of the morning, the group finally dispersed.

Nan Chu stayed at the end.

Chen Jiarong was on the side, wanting to send Nan Chu back.

"Mr. Chen, you go first, the location of the hotel will be sent to my assistant, and I will go back by myself later."

Nan Chu, who seemed drunk at first, stood up slowly, his eyes were clear, and he didn't look drunk at all.

This bit of champagne wants to drink her down, what a foolish dream.

Chen Jiarong looked at Nan Chu worriedly, and finally heaved a long sigh and left.

As soon as the door of the box was closed, among the group of women just now, there was only one left.

Nan Chu hurried up and grabbed the woman's cold hand.

Seeing this, Qiao Rui turned the lights to the brightest.

"Xiaomeng, is that really you?"

The overhead light turned on, revealing Zhou Xiaomeng's pale and lifeless face.

Nan Chu hugged her distressedly.

No matter what, she didn't want to believe it.

But the facts were before her eyes, washing away her psychological defense over and over again.

Zhou Xiaomeng is a top student at Imperial Medical College!
How could she come all the way to Jiangcheng and appear in such a place?
Zhou Xiaomeng choked up a few times, and hugged Nan Chu tightly, "Chu Chu, don't ask, please."

Nan Chu's nose soured, "Okay."

She turned her head and said to Qiao Rui.

"Early tomorrow morning, you immediately go to Night to resolve this matter. No matter how much it costs, they must give Xiaomeng a free life."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving them this face!"

She took Zhou Xiaomeng's hand, "Let's go, follow me back to the hotel today."