"Bah! No wonder you, a country bumpkin, dare to curse me with bad luck!" Zhao Yuan said angrily.
Meng Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him, took out the tissue and put it into his ears as earplugs, then lay down on the chair comfortably.
Seeing Meng Yan's appearance, although Zhao Yuan was angry, he did not continue to lose his temper after all.
The plane traveled for about half an hour and finally landed smoothly at Yangon Airport in Myanmar.
"Boy, remember, don't let me meet you in Kyoto when you get back, otherwise I will pull your hair and slap you in the face!" Zhao Yuan did not forget to say such harsh words to Meng Yan when he got off the plane.
, pulled the suitcase and walked out of the cabin door.
Meng Yan didn't know what this guy was mumbling about. After he walked out of the cabin door, he slowly took off the two tissues stuffed in his ears.
I had a really good sleep this time and felt refreshed.
Feeling refreshed, Meng Yan stretched, picked up his luggage, and walked out of the plane door.
After walking out of the airport with his suitcase, Meng Yan looked left and right. Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone to call Wu Tianyong in China to confirm where his friend was, a red Porsche 911 suddenly emerged from the airport.
A roar came from not far away and stopped next to Meng Yan.
The car window rolled down, and a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses and a backless sweater, a miniskirt and black stockings poked her head out.
Meng Yuan took a cursory glance and had to say that this beauty ranked high among the women Meng Yan had seen over the years.
Slender calves, a white back as smooth as jade, a perfectly graceful figure, and a delicate face with oval seeds.
I just don’t know what my eyes look like under sunglasses.
Meng Yan looked away when he saw this. It seemed at first glance that this person was not here to see him. He was probably coming to pick up his boyfriend at the airport.
"Hey, what about you!"
As soon as Meng Yan turned his eyes away, a clear female voice came to his ears.
Meng Yan had no choice but to turn her head back, looking at the beauty in the Porsche with some disbelief.
At this time, the beauty has taken off the sunglasses on her face, revealing a pair of piercing peach blossom eyes, coupled with a curved willow eyebrow on the eyes. This kind of temperament can not be said to be a beauty of the country, but at least it is a beauty of the city.
After being stunned for a moment, Meng Yan raised his finger, pointed at himself, and asked.
"Are you calling me?"
"Look around you, is there anyone else besides you?" the beauty said angrily.
"You are Meng Yan, right? When you were on the plane, I heard Wu Tianyong tell me to pick you up at the airport."
After the seal of the magic pupil was lifted, Meng Yan's vision was extremely clear. After hearing this, he briefly glanced at the neck of the beautiful woman in front of him, where there was a small sign.
This backless upper body sweater alone is probably worth 50,000 Xia Guo coins.
Meng Yan withdrew his gaze and looked back and forth at the Porsche 911 driven by this man.
Obviously it is not a second-hand product. According to the current market price, it is probably worth more than 5 million Xia national currency.
Meng Yan was a little confused. Is this different from the person Wu Tian described?
Wu Tian said that this friend of his took 50 million from his family and flew to Myanmar to gamble on stones.
Then he gambled and was treated as a fat sheep and slaughtered. In the end, he owed a loan shark of 500 million, and was forced to work for a stone betting shop here to pay off the debt.
I'm afraid she won't be able to repay this 500 million debt in her lifetime. How could that guy drive such a car?
Meng Yan was already prepared when he came. When he saw this guy, he should be in a small, dark room.
She should be dressed in a flashy dress, but her face looks haggard. There might be a Burmese man next to her, holding her waist and looking at her with a playful expression.
In another situation, she might be sitting in the office. When he saw her, she had a pair of thick dark circles under her eyes, working overtime on some project, and being used like an animal.
The two situations conceived above are completely different from the person in front of me who is driving a Porsche 911 and is obviously the daughter of a wealthy family in Myanmar.
"Is it possible that Wu Tianyong's information was not updated in time? What method did the person he mentioned use to pay off the arrears of 500 million?" Meng Yan couldn't help but think this way.
It seems like this is the only reasonable way to explain it.
As early as when she rolled down the car window, Zhou Yaoyao had already looked up and down through the car window at Meng Yan, who was standing on the side of the road with a confused look on her face.
Seeing his expression as he looked around, and his attire of selling goods on the street, a flash of disappointment flashed across Zhou Yaoyao's face, and she had already quietly scored his first impression in her heart.
His looks are not bad, and his thin appearance can't be said to be handsome, but he still looks pleasing to the eye, but his street stall clothes are too shabby.
And the most important thing is that this guy has a blank look on his face, and he doesn't have the temperament of a genius who appreciates treasures that Wu Tianyong said in his mouth.
Zhou Yaoyao repeatedly checked the photos sent by Wu Tianyong on her mobile phone, and finally saw that they were exactly the same. She had no choice but to finally roll down the car window and say hello to him.
"Yes, yes, I am Meng Yan. Are you the friend from Myanmar that Wu Tianyong told me?"
Meng Yan nodded, acknowledged his identity, and asked rhetorically at the same time.
The last trace of luck in Zhou Yaoyao's heart was ruthlessly shattered.
She curled her lips in disdain, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and spoke in a polite and distant tone.
"My name is Zhou Qiqi, and I am the friend Wu Tianyong mentioned. Hurry up and get in the car."
"Before getting in the car..." Meng Yan looked at the red Porsche 911 again, and finally his eyes rested on a small bag on the passenger seat.
Chanel's 2009 Paris limited edition fashion bag, the price is about 300,000.
Meng Yan felt a little overwhelmed.
"Do you have any questions? If you have any questions, just ask directly. Don't be so secretive." Seeing Meng Yan's appearance, Zhou Qiqi said impatiently, and her evaluation of Meng Yan dropped by two points in her heart.
Is such a man who is timid in every word really a genius in identifying treasures?
Damn Wu Tianyong, is he trying to trick himself again?
After hearing Zhou Yaoyao's words, Meng Yan stopped thinking about how to be tactful and asked directly.
"I heard from Wu Tianyong that you brought 50 million from Kyoto and ended up owing 500 million for gambling on stones. You were detained by others to work in a stone gambling shop."
"How can you afford to drive this car under such circumstances?"
