The conversation with Singer didn't last long. Yan Fenghuo could see that the other party consciously wanted to get some useful information from him. But this was impossible. Yan Fenghuo was now the leader of the Chinese think tank. Although he was young, he could
Different identities will inevitably lead to different tone of conversation and so on.
"I'm here for Pala." Yan Fenghuo has always expressed his attitude.
Coming for Pala, everything seems to make sense. Since ancient times, heroes love beautiful women, which is an eternal truth. There is no reason for the newly appointed leader of the Chinese think tank to go to India as the first stop, but if it is for a woman,
There is nothing wrong with this.
"Miss Pala?" Singh glanced at Nia, nodded and smiled: "Miss Pala is a rising star in our Indian political circles, but..."
"I'm very disappointed, but I was lucky enough to meet Nia." Yan Fenghuo hugged Nia, whose face changed slightly, without hesitation, and said with a generous smile: "Nia's frankness touched me, and I think that next time in India
It must be a wonderful day."
Nia smiled and leaned her whole body towards Yan Fenghuo. Of course she had asked Yan Fenghuo. If Yan Fenghuo didn't give this explanation, it would make her uncomfortable.
And Singer heard two meanings: first, Yan Fenghuo was related to Mrs. Hongyan; second, Yan Fenghuo was now related to Nia.
Singer naturally knew something about Yan Fenghuo and Parra, but he didn't know the details. His first reaction was that Yan Fenghuo came to seek revenge, but when he thought about it, it didn't look like he was seeking revenge. Since he couldn't do it
If you know, then pretend you don’t know.
To him, Yan Fenghuo is very young, but he does not dare to underestimate this young man who is about the same age as himself. The other person is the leader of the Chinese think tank. This position alone is enough to prove that it is not simple. In other words, even if the Chinese think tank
The leader is a fool, and a casual word can affect many, many things.
Whether a person is simple or not does not refer to his ability, but to where he is, what he does, and how his words will change a local area.
"Mr. Yan, Nia is the most precious daughter of our high priest and is not easy to take care of, hahaha." Singer joked with Yan Fenghuo with a smile.
Under normal circumstances, when facing a heavyweight like Yan Fenghuo, he would be extremely cautious and would not dare to joke at all. Now he was joking, firstly because of Nia's relationship, and secondly because he wanted to test Yan Fenghuo.
Without Nia's relationship, he would have dared to test the leader of the Chinese think tank even to death. And his test had a deeper meaning, that is, he wanted to communicate with Yan Fenghuo in another way, not to mention how bad the relationship between them would become.
Intimacy, at least harmony.
"Yes." Yan Fenghuo frowned and said melancholy: "Niya's father is the high priest of the Brahmin class, and I..."
"No, no, no, Mr. Yan, people in the world are indeed divided into classes and levels. For example, Niya is from the Brahmin class and I am from the Kshatriya class. This cannot be changed in our country. But there is one more thing you have to do.
It’s clear, maybe it can be expressed more clearly in Chinese, that is, if you have different ideas, you will not work together.” Singer smiled and said: “Of course, if we share the same ideas, we are people of the same class. I don’t know if this is the right explanation for me? Haha. Still.
One thing is, I don’t think anyone’s status is as noble as yours.”
This was a subtle pat on the back, extremely tactful, which shows that Singer has indeed experienced a lot, and at least he is much better than those guys outside.
"Haha, to be honest, my ancestors were also nobles." Yan Fenghuo laughed and said, "If you know about Chinese history, you might know Yan Zhenqing, hahaha."
Yan Zhenqing is a master of calligraphy and has original facial expressions. As for whether he is a nobleman or not... Ah San knows nothing, so just talk nonsense to him.
Hearing Yan Fenghuo's words, Singer immediately stood in awe. Nobles and non-nobles are absolutely different, which means whether the blood is pure. Real aristocrats always pay attention to blood. In order to keep the blood pure, they even marry and have children.
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"My dear, who are you?" Nia, who was clinging to Yan Fenghuo, blinked her beautiful eyes and asked him.
"Me? I'm Yan Fenghuo." Yan Fenghuo smiled and pinched Nia's cheek.
But Nia was not satisfied and asked Singer instead: "Singer, tell me, what does Yan Fenghuo do?"
Singer looked at Yan Fenghuo, then at Nia, and said mysteriously: "Want to know? You can go back and ask your father. I promise, your father will never reject you, my dear, hehehe."
This is what Nia couldn't figure out the most. She thought Yan Fenghuo was just an ordinary rich businessman, and a wild beast. But Singer treated him like this, which proved that his identity was not simple. In this circle, Singer
It's amazing, even a congressman has to lower his head three points in front of Singer.
But now it was Singer who lowered his head, and lowered his head by more than three points.
"Forget it, I'm not interested anyway." Nia pouted.
Seeing Nia's appearance, Yan Fenghuo and Singer laughed heartily.
Regarding Yan Fenghuo's identity, Yan Fenghuo would not say anything casually, and Singer would not say anything casually. He had to let his father meet the leader of the Chinese think tank, and he must not let others take the lead.
"Okay, it's getting late, I think I should go back." Yan Fenghuo drank up the red wine in the glass in one gulp, pursed his lips and thought about it for a long time, sighed deeply and said: "Good wine! This trip has been very good.
value!"
This one sentence made Singh excited. He knew that Yan Fenghuo was not talking about wine, but something else!
"Haha," Yan Fenghuo put down his glass and said to Singer: "Mr. Singer, can I ask you a favor?"
"Mr. Yan, please speak." Singer said quickly.
"Help me take Nia home. She should go home, right?" Yan Fenghuo said with a smile.
"Yes, she should go home!" Singer nodded vigorously.
"Why, I..." Nia grabbed Yan Fenghuo's arm tightly.
They had already agreed to see what wild beasts look like tonight. But now they were driving her home. Of course she was not happy.
"Be good, be obedient." Yan Fenghuo touched Nia's long, silky hair and smiled: "I have to be more formal about your matter, so you have to go home. You can tell your father about me, and maybe we can make it official tomorrow.
We have met, including your father, haha."
"Really?" Nia asked.
"Really, be obedient." Yan Fenghuo pinched Nia's cheek affectionately and said to Singer: "Mr. Singer, make sure to send Nia home safely."
"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, I will personally send Nia home safely." Singer promised.
Yan Fenghuo nodded, and under Nia's sad and nostalgic eyes, turned and walked out.
After Yan Fenghuo left, Nia couldn't help but ask: "Singh, what do you mean?"
Faced with Nia's question, Singh smiled and said: "What else can I do? I can only do what he said. Nia, you have been playing crazy for so long, and you finally did something right. We have been brothers and sisters since childhood.
So I don’t shy away from anything. Yan Fenghuo is Chinese, and he is the leader of the Chinese think tank!"
"Chinese think tank? What is a Chinese think tank?" Nia said with confusion on her face: "I only know that he is my beast."
Singer's smile suddenly turned into a bitter smile, but he did not hide his excitement at all. He did want to thank Nia for bringing the leader of the Chinese think tank.
Yan Fenghuo, who left at this time, faced a problem: he was surrounded by people.
A group of people surrounded him with machetes in their hands.
I have long heard that the security situation in India is not very good, and I have seen it today.
"Yan Fenghuo!" A strong man in the lead made a hateful voice.
Yan Fenghuo was stunned for a moment when he heard the other party call his name accurately.
"I am Pala's cousin, and today I want to avenge my sister!" The strong man came over with a machete.
Yan Fenghuo slapped his forehead fiercely: Damn it! My luck is so damn good! Haha!