A ray of morning light shone into the room through the curtains, Cheng Ziyi stood up lightly from the sofa, and this night she received a soft hand when she answered the phone, and almost all the founders and family members of major luxury brands in Europe invited her, most of which were sky-high invitations, which made her both excited and flattered.

Although I was a little tired, my mood was always in a state of excitement, and it turned out that the feeling of becoming famous overnight was like this.

That bald gangster Mr. Hua, is he really just a gangster boss? What is his name? Why do you treat yourself like this? After withdrawing from a series of surprises, Cheng Ziyi stood in front of the window and thought for a long time, and fell into another unpeaceful state of mind.

Looking down at the parking lot below the hotel, several waves of bodyguards are cleaning up the grounds, and it looks like something big is going to happen.

After a while, Cheng Ziyi saw four or five figures that she remembered deeply, the Colombian drug lord Weber, the Mexican boss Sabadis, the godfather of the American mafia, Fernandez, and the bald man Mr. Hua.

They were joined by an Indian man, accompanied by an Indian master who looked like an ascetic.

After the gangsters exchanged pleasantries, another red-haired beauty with a special temperament led two tribal women out of the hotel.

This long-haired beauty with a strong Latin flavor deliberately walked up to Mr. Hua, holding his hand as if talking intimately, and from time to time put on a coquettish posture, which caused several bigwigs next to her to laugh loudly, making Cheng Ziyi feel disgusted the more she looked.

Soon, these people, escorted by their entourage, boarded black luxury cars and drove out of the hotel area.

The gorgeous red-haired beauty took Mr. Hua by her arms, left everyone behind, and got into a magnificent Maserati president car, leading the entire imposing convoy to disappear into the early morning of Rio.

This woman has been paying attention to Cheng Ziyi for a long time, who is she? Is it because of this woman, that villain that he didn't touch himself? He disappeared for a few hours, is he with her?

Cheng Ziyi stood silently for a while, and then remembered that she had to negotiate cooperation endorsements and catwalks with many brands today, hurriedly cleaned up the mess, and began to prepare......

In the president's car, Paris looked at Ye Fan with a sad expression, "I heard that girl has made headlines on all major pages, did you do it?"

"There is a part, as for saying that I like it, it hasn't reached that level yet, it's just a show!" Ye Fan smiled and stroked her hand, "A little model, where can I compare to my little fairy?"

"Giggles, count your mouth sweet, when we come back from the planting area, have another drink, I promise not to get drunk again." Paris immediately turned her anger into joy, and looked at him with a veinful look in her eyes, drinking was just a pretense, and what a lonely man and a widow should do was what she wanted most at the moment.

"No problem!" Ye Fan changed the topic and smiled: "By the way, Paris, why didn't you see those Asian friends you said this morning?"

Unexpectedly, the woman deliberately sold a pass: "You will see them when you get to the airport." ”

"Hey, play mysterious......" Ye Fan smiled, he had been waiting all night, and he didn't care about waiting for a little longer.

The convoy headed for Rio de Janeiro Airport, and an hour later, the gang of gangsters arrived and got into a small private jet that had been prepared.

When Ye Fan entered the special plane, he found that someone had already taken the lead.

A short old man in a suit, at a glance, knew what kind of goods he was, and beside him, there were four dead family soldiers with *** waists.

"Mr. Fujiwara, I've been waiting for a long time!" Paris walked into the cabin with a smile, with a charming spring smile, when this woman was in a good mood, she saw everyone with a spring breeze expression, but she didn't know how many sins were hidden behind her smile and beauty.

Hearing the surname Fujiwara, Ye Fan's vigilance spontaneously grew! The Fujiwara family?! They are not dead yet? What a narrow road to the enemy! Although Fujiwara is the number one surname in Japan, if he can extend his tentacles to South America and hook up with drug lords, it must be the Fujiwara family, and there will be no one else!

In Vladivostok that day, the traitor Fujiwara Takumi left an indelible memory for Ye Fan in his life, but he didn't expect to meet the remnants of the Fujiwara family in Brazil two months later. The hatred that was dormant in his heart was reborn wildly at this moment, if it weren't for the fact that he had taken care of Wanzhang Hongchen, Ye Fan would have the mind to kill them in seconds!

"Please take care of us when we meet for the first time!" the old man squinted and smiled, and bowed deeply to everyone.

"Haha, are you all here?" Fernandes laughed as he sipped his cigar, "If the Asian agent is undertaken by the Japanese, the goods will be connected to the whole of America, and then the sea passage will go directly to Tokyo, with Tokyo as the center and radiate all of Asia, this is simply a perfect plan." ”

When Fujiwara Hideki heard this, he hurriedly bowed and thanked him: "Thank you, you are right, our Fujiwara family has the confidence to take over this business!"

"Hmph, just have the confidence to be able to eat? Mumbai also has a natural geographical advantage, radiating Southeast Asia is not a problem!" Some people are happy, some people are unhappy, Indian tycoon Antonio is not happy, he is a strong contender in this Asian proxy competition, although he arrived in Brazil early, but he failed to win the heart of Paris, and is still struggling to accumulate experience points.

Fujiwara Hideki smiled and didn't answer, how could he not see that the Indians were here to compete with him for a job?

"Gentlemen, let's not argue about who is more suitable. Paris twisted her waist to the most comfortable seat in the middle of the cabin, "When you get to the Amazon jungle, you'll have one of your competitors joining." ”

Antonio and Fujiwara Hideki were secretly surprised, this woman is really yin enough, choose one of the three, and the last contender has actually arrived at the destination?

The bigwigs found seats to sit down, Ye Fan walked towards Fujiwara Hideki with a harmless smile on his face, and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Fujiwara, dare to ask Your Excellency if you have ever met Mr. Yamaguchi Shouchu in Japan?"

Yamaguchi Shouchu is the leader of the Yamaguchi group, how could Fujiwara Hideki not know him?

"Hey, I know, we are very familiar with the Fujiwara family and the Yamaguchi-gumi!" Fujiwara Hideki's eyes flickered, and he had to stretch out his hand to show the good cultivation of Japanese etiquette, although he had already had great doubts about this person in his heart, and had secretly made all kinds of careful arrangements.

"I'm also a friend of Mr. Yamaguchi, I support you!" Ye Fan held Fujiwara Hideki's hand with a sincere expression.

"Thank you, thank you!" the old guy was a little confused, but he still expressed his gratitude.

Antonio had a gloomy face and was silent, there were already two bigwigs interested in the Japanese, which would more or less affect the choice of the Poppy Queen, and the situation was very unfavorable to him!

If he can't get the agency of the new drug source this time, Antonio's support rate in the family will inevitably drop a lot, not only will this trip be a waste of time and energy, but his identity as an heir will also be seriously questioned!

When the plane taxied off the runway, Antonio secretly glanced at the yoga master, it really can't be done, let the Japanese die in the Amazon jungle, even if it is a big killing, he will seize the agency!

Antonio was determined to win, but Fujiwara Hideki was not so, he put aside his doubts about this Mr. Hua for the time being, and was bent on planning to give a more attractive price than Antonio after arriving at the planting area to please the poppy queen.

People with ghosts and ghosts ignore the most uncontrollable factor, the man who lurks inside them, intending to get involved in the dust......