"He is the most outstanding young commander in the history of the Confederate Army!"
"He is my most respected young commander, Li Nanjun!"
"He is the founder of 5701!"
Li Nanjun recounted Jiang Xiaofan's past honors word for word, his rich voice was hoarse, tears were flashing in his cloudy eyes, and the excitement in his heart was hard to suppress.
In the past three years, Li Nanjun has been suffering every day.
"so what?"
A flash of fanaticism flashed in Jiang Xiaofan's eyes, but soon calmed down, and a hint of self-mockery appeared in the corner of his mouth, "Now, I am just a felon in treason."
"Three years have passed, but it still hasn't softened your willfulness?"
Li Nanjun frowned and scolded in a deep voice: "Are you going to carry this damn crime for the rest of your life? Are you going to let your comrades and brothers live forever and never return home?"
"Shouldn't you give them an explanation?"
Jiang Xiaofan felt a sudden pain in his chest, as if someone had punched him hard, and he was breathing heavily.
He thought of He Jianjun, He Cuicui's brother, and Tang Xiuqin's son. They were still eagerly looking forward to the return of their relatives to their hometown.
"..."
Jiang Xiaofan's face was livid, his fists were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.
"Before you don't have five million in savings, all your hobbies are making money; before you don't have absolute strength, you should put away all your anger and unwillingness, and focus all your energy on practice."
Li Nanjun's tone became softer, "Practice means not only improving one's own strength, but also one's character and mind. You are not the one you are now. Apart from getting angry, you only have cynicism. You put on this look just for me to see.
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"..."
Jiang Xiaofan frowned at the scolding and timidly avoided Li Nanjun's sharp eyes.
The authorities were obsessed with the onlookers, but now that Li Nanjun exposed it, Jiang Xiaofan realized that he was really naive. Faced with Li Nanjun's aggressive questioning, Jiang Xiaofan was speechless. He had been holding in his heart for three years, but he didn't know how to speak.
In fact, Jiang Xiaofan did not believe that Li Nanjun would betray him.
You must know that Jiang Xiaofan was promoted by Li Nanjun and groomed as his successor. If it hadn't been for the accident three years ago, Jiang Xiaofan would have most likely taken over the Nanjun Army before he was thirty-five years old. By then, Jiang Xiaofan would have been an important figure in the history of China.
The youngest marshal!
How could Li Nanjun be so stupid as to torture his successor to death?
Jiang Xiaofan's dissatisfaction with Li Nanjun now seems more like a child venting anger on his parents, throwing tantrums and asking why his parents don't buy him toys.
Childish and outrageous.
"It doesn't take a heavy hammer to sound a drum, but what you have done in recent times really disappoints me."
Li Nanjun turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, looking out at the dark night sky, his slightly narrowed eyes flashed with a sharp look.
"A murder case is brewing in Yunhai Villa, and there is a riot at Beihai Century Hotel. Do you think everyone else is blind? Are you afraid that others won't know you are back?"
"It's just a good time to know that I'm back, so that I don't have to take the initiative to settle the score with them."
Jiang Xiaofan curled his lips and didn't take it seriously.
"Hmph, arrogant."
Li Nanjun snorted coldly, glared and scolded: "You were so confident three years ago, but what happened? You were tricked into being so embarrassed that your entire army was almost annihilated."
"..."
Jiang Xiaofan's face turned pale and he immediately stopped talking.
"Your opponent is very powerful, so take care of yourself."
Li Nanjun's lips moved slightly, and he swallowed some of the words that came to his lips. After speaking, Li Nanjun left Youranju, leaving Jiang Xiaofan standing there blankly.
"Snapped!"
In the quiet private room, Jiang Xiaofan was smoking one cigarette after another with a solemn expression. He was thinking about the meaning of Li Nanjun's words. Although he was snarling at himself, Jiang Xiaofan could no longer hate Li Nanjun in his heart.
However, he also didn't know why Li Nanjun didn't tell him the truth. Was he that weak?
The old man thought he was incompetent, Li Nanjun thought he was still weak, and by the way, there was also the man in black who appeared outside the Champs Elysees on the Waterfront that night.
For the first time, Jiang Xiaofan had doubts about himself.
After returning home in a daze, Luo Jingyuan had already fallen asleep. As for Chen Weidong, after the live broadcast, he stayed directly in the company. In the huge villa, Jiang Xiaofan and Luo Jingyuan were the only two people. They had something on their minds. Jiang Xiaofan had no intention of worrying about the important task of giving birth to a monkey.
That night, Jiang Xiaofan couldn't sleep, his mind was filled with everything about three years ago.
Early the next morning, Jiang Xiaofan arrived at the company with panda eyes. After being promoted to the positions of marketing director and factory director, Jiang Xiaofan was promoted to the top of the company, and morning meetings became an indispensable subject.
In today's morning meeting, in addition to Jiang Xiaofan's official appointment, the positions of Chen Weidong and Yang Xue also changed. Chen Weidong, the pretty boy, became the direct leader of the live broadcast department. Although Yang Xue was born as a secretary, he majored in accounting in college and was appointed as the company's director.
financial director.
The R&D department is headed by both Jiang Xiaofan and Luo Jingyuan, with Luo Jingyuan focusing on business and Jiang Xiaofan responsible for security.
After the morning meeting, Jiang Xiaofan went to the factory again.
It has to be said that Sun Shiyuan, the Tibetan Mastiff, is very capable. In less than one day, ten new production lines were clearly arranged. Due to the construction period, more than 200 workers from Qingcheng International were transferred to the factory to drive screws. The originally delayed sales volume was instantly increased.
make up.
Liquidated damages? Non-existent.
"Didi...didi..."
After finishing the factory affairs, Jiang Xiaofan received a call from Wang Yang when he saw the lunch break.
"Brother Fan."
Because of the incident between He Cuicui and his daughter in Chengzhong Village, Jiang Xiaofan had a grudge against Wang Yang and even had the intention to kill him. Therefore, Wang Yang was very cautious and did not dare to breathe heavily even on the phone.
"Talking about things."
"Old director Liao Zhiyuan insists on being discharged from the hospital. I can't help but why don't you come over?" Wang Yang was very embarrassed.
Liao Zhiyuan was injured for a hundred days and had less than half a month's rest after the operation. As a person gets older, all kinds of problems appear in his body. If he was discharged from the hospital early, something would definitely happen.
Wang Yang cannot bear this responsibility.
"Still in the hospital?"
"Here, I'm stopping you. Come quickly."
"twenty minutes."
Jiang Xiaofan didn't say any nonsense and drove straight to the hospital.
Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the door of the ward, he saw Liao Zhiyuan chatting with Wang Yang.
"Xiao Wang, I know you mean well, but I have to be discharged from the hospital. I'm almost healed and the children can't live without me." Liao Zhiyuan stayed in the hospital for ten days.
The past ten days have been like years, and I have never been so leisurely in my life. It is really comfortable to lie down, but Liao Zhiyuan feels uncertain, especially since he can't see the children, and he feels as uncomfortable as a cat scratching his head.
"Old Dean, don't you make it difficult for me?"
Wang Yang was so anxious that he almost knelt down. Who would dare to fight with him as an ordinary person?
He is the King of Fighters in Yanhai!
"Old dean, are you anxious to get out of the hospital to find a wife? Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the old lady dancing in the square for you. She will never run away." Jiang Xiaofan forced a smile and made a silly joke.
"You brat, you're here."
Seeing Jiang Xiaofan, Liao Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with joy, and soon he changed into a fierce expression, "Go, go through the discharge procedures for me immediately, I can't stay in this place."
"Yes, I can't stay. After all, the hospital doesn't have a square dancer, and the little girl doesn't like you, a bad old man."
"You brat, are you asking for a beating?"
Liao Zhiyuan was so angry that his nose was no longer a nose and his face was no longer a face.