The investigation lasted for more than an hour. In the end, the experienced Jack Barry did not find any clues. Moreover, even Wu Xiannian himself repeatedly checked the two playing cards. There was indeed no problem. It is absolutely impossible to make them stick together so closely during the shuffling process.
In the end, there was no explanation for this weird thing, and the result was naturally unchangeable. Yang Can won the charity fund of more than 200 million US dollars.
In the middle of the night, Cai Yanming and Zhang Weimin had a special celebration party with Yang Can. In the words of this Taiwanese tycoon, Yang Can won the honor for their Chinese and defeated the old beauties at the poker table. He feels very refreshing for the Chinese.
Cai Yanming also found an excuse during the conversation, saying that he had agreed to the cooperation request of the top media. Regardless of whether Yang Can can get the donation quota from the wireless side, Yang Can also knows that he is just going to the donkey, not to say it is broken. After just briefly communicating the outline of the cooperation, we agreed on the meeting time tomorrow morning and revealed the amount of Sir Run Run Shaw’s donation this time. Cai Yanming was very excited and her face was full of red light, as if she had taken a stimulant.
Originally, according to Cai Yanming’s intention, he also asked Reza to find more than a dozen hot-bodied "bee" girls, so that Yang Can can have a good time, but Yang Can’s consciousness energy has already been exhausted by this time, and what he needs is rest to cope with tomorrow’s Yacht races, we left in advance, let Cai Yanming enjoy Yan Fu alone.
Back in the room, it was already early in the morning, but the huge Susanna was still brightly lit every night, closing the door to get away from the hustle and bustle, Yang Can relaxed all over, recalling what happened today, and lamenting that his luck was really considerable. Well, if it wasn't for the little wit of the last pass and Wu Xiannian's carelessness, he would lose.
Fortunately, after passing this level, I got Cai Yanming’s nod. ATV has already been connected. If tomorrow’s yacht race goes smoothly, then there will be a bright sea and the sky in front of the top. If the movie is filmed as expected, it will reach the ideal. You should be able to go to the market in the United States to try the water. Yang Can believes that "I have a date with a zombie" film should have great potential to be tapped in the West.
The last time "The Good Wife" was a remake. Although it opened up the market in Asia, it was reflected in the United States because of the original version of the American TV series. In the eyes of Western critics, it was nothing more than an imitation. So this time, I had enough funds. Let them see the charm of Chinese originals.
Thinking about the ideal path in the future, Yang Can's mood became lighter, humming, and after washing up, he just lay in sex, called Yan Shangxi and asked her to come over, and he heard someone knock on the door with a little bit Distressed to open the door.
But I saw a beautiful girl with a petite figure standing in front of her. Wearing a big coat, she had the profound facial features of a Westerner, as well as a delicate silhouette of a Chinese. Although she looked a little green, she had a vaguely noble temperament. From the eyes of her beautiful figure and handsome facial features, she obviously has the characteristics of a mixed race.
"Mr. Yang..." The girl nodded and rushed into Yang Can's room. Yang Can was also caught off guard. Someone came in recklessly and hurriedly pulled her with one hand, trying to stop her, frowning and shouting. A sentence: "What are you doing?"
Unexpectedly, the half-blood girl in her early twenties was wearing only underwear under her coat. As soon as she fell off, the girl in underwear had already rushed into the bedroom and sat down.
This inexplicable situation made Yang Can originally want to yell at him, but he didn't expect this mixed-race girl's words to embarrass him.
"My name is Han Ting, and Reza asked me to serve you, Mr. Yang."
Seeing the girl staring at her nervously with her eyes widened, Yang Can suddenly felt a headache. Cai Yanming really regarded herself as his fellow man. Seeing that she didn’t want to play with him, she actually called a meeting. The girl who speaks Chinese "bee" comes to serve herself in her room, and she really doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"I'm really not interested in this, let's go." Yang Can waved her hand helplessly and motioned for Han Ting to leave. He didn't want to have anything to do with this inexplicable woman. He wasn't the kind after going on the high seas. I forgot what player he was called.
The mixed-race Han Ting obviously felt the contemptuous "color" in Yang Can's eyes, and seemed a little angry, but bit her lower lip desperately to endure something.
"Mr. Yang, don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those senior bees.. I am a college student, this is my first time to do this..." Han Ting said with a blushing face, picked up the coat from the ground and took out a copy from the inside. Graduation certificate, opened and pointed at the photo above:
"Look... I am a graduate of the School of Radio, Film and Television of Chengdu University of Technology last year..." handed it to Yang Can.
Yang Can did not reach out to pick it up. He just glanced at the photo above with curiosity. He was also surprised. The people under Reza are so professional, with all the props, and pretending to be college students close to the target person. Professionalism can really match Binan Weekly. Of reporters.
"College students are not college students, *** or ***, I am not interested." Yang Can didn't have the time to gossip with her, and directly grabbed her by the arm and took her out if she really was. Yang Can, a graduate of the Academy of Radio, Film and Television, will never touch her anymore.
"Bees" are women who want to have relationships with celebrities, such as celebrities, writers, and players. They are called "bones and skins" in the United States, but the "bones and skins" in the United States are generally pursuing sex and spirit. We Chinese women are not the same as Chinese women. Due to conceptual problems, they usually regard "sex" as a sacrifice, and they want to be rewarded at the same time they pay.
Simply put, these Chinese women have too strong "sex" goals, and they are also the type that Yang Can hates most.
"You hurt me~!" Han Ting screamed and felt Yang Can was a little unreasonable. She only wore underwear. How could he throw it out of the room by himself? She came here with great courage this time, and tears couldn't help but to shed.
Yang Can was a little bored and threw her out, and said to her disdainfully: "Little sister, don't treat yourself as a treasure. There are so many beautiful women in this world. You are not the only one who wants to fuck with a man. Don't I think everyone is qualified to be under the unspoken rules."
Han Ting's pretty face turned white when she brushed it, and Yang Can's words were beating her heart like a dull drum.
When Yang Can threw her out of the door, he was embarrassed to see Yan Shangxi wearing a white coat, softly floating like a little Qian in the ghost of a Chinese girl.
In the sea breeze, Yan Shangxi's long hair fluttered and looked very poetic. He came over to look at Yang Can, then calmly looked at Han Ting, who was wearing only underwear and his face was white, and then quietly took off. Putting her coat on Han Ting, she gently persuaded, "Don't catch a cold."
After finishing talking, he entered Yang Can’s room under Han Ting’s dull gaze. Yang Can "touched" his head and closed the door, chasing after him to explain: "Things are not like you imagined~! I am definitely not that kind. Dirty person." He tried his best to prove his innocence.
Yan Shangxi did not show any reproach or condemnation, instead he calmly looked at Yang Can and asked, "What kind of person?"
Yang Can almost blurted out the phrase "Prostitutes don't give money", but fortunately he held back, sitting next to Yan Shangxi, looking at her strangely:
"Don't you doubt that I have done anything bad?" Without mind reading, I suddenly seemed to be unable to deal with any woman. This long-lost feeling came back. At this time, facing Yan Shangxi, I had no idea what she was doing. As far as I can think, the unpredictable taste really makes Yang Can feel very peculiar.
It turns out that in the eyes of ordinary people, Yan Shangxi is such a mysterious and cool woman? I thought she was just a gentle and persistent classical female "sex".
"You won't." Yan Shangxi blurted out almost before thinking about it, and turned to ask Yang Can, "What?" In order to speak fluently, Yan Shangxi omitted everything. Yang Can is used to it. She is actually asking. "What the hell did I come here so late?"
"Go to the room first." Yang Can felt a little weird by her calm and gentle temperament. Isn't she afraid of herself at all? I deliberately wanted to tease her.
Sure enough, Yan Shangxi stood up without even thinking about it, walked into the bedroom, and sat gracefully on Yang Can's single bed brocade.
Yang Can only smelled the scent of if there was nothing like nothing, "touching" his head and followed it uncomfortably. When he lay down, he looked at Yan Shangxi with a smirk and suddenly pulled her over. , Turned around to make a *** big hair want to press her to the ** action.
Yan Shangxi not only did not struggle, but calmly looked at "Lu" with a helpless expression, and looked at him somewhat amused. He only said three words: "Is it fun?" It was like asking someone who had nothing to do with her. The things are so-so.
The faces of the two are very close now, almost touching each other. Yang Can puts his arm around Yan Shangxi’s soft waist, and the other hand is on her shoulder, feeling the warmth from each other’s skin. It was a bit half-joking and half-serious. After all, a woman in underwear was spinning in front of her eyes just now, and now she was alone in the room with this gentle woman, she was already eagerly moved.
It's a pity that Yan Shangxi's calm face made Yang Can very disappointed, and he lay down directly, resting his head on her thigh.
"It's boring~" Yang Can looked at Yan Shangxi's beautiful neck and chin from the bottom up and asked her: "By the way, did you always want to ask me why I wanted to sign you to the top?"
"Well, why?" Yan Shangxi finally reacted, looking down at Yang Can with curiosity in his eyes like the lake.
"Because you sing nicely, and I like to hear you sing." Yang Can reached out and took a book from the bedside and stuffed it into Yan Shangxi's hand: "Now, please start working for the first time. According to the above, I paid a lot of money. The songs of the circle are sung to me in order."
The request was quite nonsensical, but Yan Shangxi did not hesitate. He opened the "Encyclopedia of Chinese Pop Songs Six-Line Sheets" published by Jilin Publishing House and found out the songs that Yang Can drew in the red circle. This was a fun study for Yang Can when he was in the military area. An old sheet of music used when playing the guitar, circled all his favorite songs.
"The first time I looked at Tokyo Tower~
Watch the lights imitate the falling stars
I finally arrived but it was even sadder..."
Although it is a cappella, the gentle and affectionate singing is still like a poem, filling the space with a taste of tranquility and ease. Yang Can closed his eyes and felt Yan Shangxi’s warm consciousness energy coming from her body. People are very comfortable and can even feel that the exhausted energy in their body is recovering rapidly...
Suddenly a strong sense of sleepiness struck, resting on Yan Shangxi’s soft legs, listening to the gentle singing, Yang Can, who had always been alert, fell asleep unconsciously...
***
In the morning, the sun was shining on the coast and the blue waves were shining, and the reflected light came through the window. Yang Can stretched out comfortably. There was no dream last night. He hasn't fallen asleep for a long time. He opened it. But his eyes realized that he was still resting on Yan Shangxi's legs.
Sitting up in surprise, I saw Yan Shangxi leaning against the bed, not waking up in a sweet sleep, and his shirt was lifted up, revealing a small waist, his skin was tender and white, as if he could pinch out water, looking at it from this angle , As if she could still see the half of the snow-white breast, her long hair fell smoothly, and the tightly closed eyelashes on her side trembled slightly. She actually maintained this posture all night
Yang Can couldn't help but opened his mouth slightly, slowly lifted his "fur" quilt, got up carefully, and took down the "Encyclopedia of Chinese Pop Songs Six-line Notation" which Yan Shangxi was still holding tightly in his sleep in his sleep. , But found that it has turned to the last few pages.
No, there are more than five hundred scores in this book, and there are less than five or sixty songs that she ticked out.. Did she really sing from beginning to end when she fell asleep last night? Once again... This is even sharper than Jacky Cheung's three and a half hours concert.
This girl listened too much to her own words. Fortunately, she likes all lyrical songs. It would be strange if her voice didn't break when she tossed her last night, Yang Can sighed in her heart.
Gently lifted Yan Shangxi to her sex, watching her shrunk into a ball coldly, covered with a "hair" quilt, and she was a little touched. I didn't expect this gentle little mute to trust herself so blindly. She will do whatever she says, can she know what kind of person she is
Suddenly, there was a quick knock on the door.
Only then did Yang Can remember that he had made an appointment in the morning about Yang Xiuya and Lu Zibo to discuss the new script. Seeing that it was time for them to come, he said "wait" to the outside and quickly tidied up his appearance and put on his coat.
"Why are you so slow? Obviously you made an appointment at eight o'clock. What time is it now?" Yang Xiuya opened the door and asked a little anxiously and excitedly at the door.
"Let's go, say while walking." Yang Can smiled, suddenly Yang Xiuya's expression changed, her clear face was a little suspicious, she squinted her eyes and sniffed.
"Hey, how can there be fragrance on you?"
Yang Can has a numb scalp. For the past two days, Yang Xiuya has been able to deal with high-level people according to his instructions. If she misunderstands herself, according to her "sex" personality, she really doesn't know what will happen.
"Is there?" Yang Can pretended to smell his sleeves, and was about to take Yang Xiuya away.
"What's this?" Yang Xiuya suddenly brightened her eyes and saw a gadget on the ground at the door. She picked it up and took a look, and shook the packaged ring in front of her eyes-Durex's new supreme ultra-thin orange fruity! !
Yesterday was a mess, this must have fallen out of Han Ting's coat pocket~! Yang Can opened his mouth wide, trying to keep calm and explained:
"I don't know where this thing came from. Yesterday I played a game and drank with someone from ATV. Then I came back directly. A woman knocked on my door, but I was kicked out. She must have fallen on her. Yes, I did nothing..."
Yang Xiuya looked at him quietly, laughed, turned her head and stared at Yang Can with a quarter of her peripheral light, and said, "Do you know? I only read a magazine yesterday. It says that men usually tell when they lie. All the details are compiled incisively and vividly. One sentence "I don't know" is enough, but it can be a three-hundred-word essay."
Yang Can is rarely speechless, what the hell is this world! I didn't believe the facts anymore, and I could not help but cursed bitterly: "The tattered magazine of that publishing house has no professional standards at all. Who would lie like this~"
Suddenly Yang Xiuya stood up, turned her head with a smile, and suddenly opened her eyes and smiled: "It's a new issue of Nanzhou Weekly."
"..."
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In the morning, the weather is clear and the sea is particularly calm. It is very suitable for watching rowing competitions. The Susanna is also moored next to a small island in the Pacific Ocean. This small Aisha Island is Buffett’s private island. Ten independent luxury villas, service personnel stationed on the island all the year round to maintain various facilities.
Today, Susanna’s guests are all Buffett’s VIP guests. They set foot on this small island like a paradise on earth. Many passengers put on swimming suits and basked on the beach to enjoy the pleasant tropical island style.
On the other hand, the people participating in the charity yacht race are extremely busy. On the other side of the island, more than a dozen yachts of different sizes are trying out the race route. This race is around the island and the giant reef in the distance. The route is divided by dense circular reef groups, and everyone can freely choose their own route.
Yacht racing is like this, flexibility is very large, although fast yachts are dominant, but having an experienced captain is the most important factor.
Among all the yachts, Yang Can, the fifty-meter-long mega-luxury yacht "September 10", is particularly abrupt. After all, this is a speed race, and large yachts do not have the advantage. Apart from showing off, no one can think of it. For other reasons, someone would drive this kind of yacht to participate in the competition.
There were also a few insiders who looked at the mega yacht, all joking on the shore: "This guy must be crazy, he will definitely hit the rocks with this type of yacht." "I think he came to pick up girls." Well, this gimmick is not bad."
Yang Can boarded the boat under the strange gaze of everyone, and there were many foreign hot girls in the middle who chatted up with Yang Can. They wanted to let them see and see, but Yang Can refused.
However, just when Yang Xiuya and Yang Yan, these top female "sex", were psychologically admired that he was not seduced and "confused" and had a standpoint, they saw Yang Can beckoning to a hot white beauty from a distance.
"Risa~Here~" Yang Can greeted loudly, and saw that Risa brought nearly a hundred young males to ***, making the top everyone a little dumbfounded, and countless bullets were in front of them. Surging, Zhou Hongliang and a few male reporters from Nanchu all saw their blood swelling. Oh my god, this is not a dream, how can Manager Yang recognize so many foreign hot girls...
The top female "sex" can't help feeling sullen and complaining, whether this is going to be a match or a party~! ? Don’t you weigh down so many young people wearing bikini beach shorts? ? How to participate in the speed race!
Even Lu Zibo, who always drools when he sees the handsome Niangpao guy, is a bit stunned. He pulls Yang Can to remind him: "Boss.. Isn't this too much? Are you afraid of getting on the rocks? How come so many people come up?"
Yang Can "touched" her chin while greeted Reza to come up, and frowned, "I was afraid of hitting the rocks so that so many people are needed." He went up to the stairs to meet Reza and Markberg, holding her hand and looking at the back The male and female queuing up on the boat asked curiously:
"Don't your bees need work?"
Reza hadn't answered yet. Markberg, who was full of freckles, came up and bumped Yang Can's chest with his chest, and made an American clap with him, and smiled triumphantly:
"Yang, this is not only the bees under Resa, but also many members of the Phoenix Society. I let them participate through the order of the'senator'."
Yang Can couldn't help but laughed and nodded, thinking that Markberg was really quick to enter the state. He just provided him with a way to control these members. He started to have such prestige so soon. Look. The position of a member of the Order of the Phoenix is indeed very influential.
"Did you explain to them in advance? When they wait for the game, they must act strictly according to my instructions." Yang Can confirmed again, and both Reza and Markberg said affirmatively "yes'
After Yang Can made sure that everything went according to his plan, he arranged for Reza and Markberg to organize the members of the Order of the Phoenix to have fun in the lobby, so that Zhou Hongliang and himself took Yang Xiuya and Lu Zibo, and Yang Yan and the others came. Captain's room.
The British Captain Hart, who has just turned forty, is driving a course that is familiar with the oval shape according to his own experience around the sailing chart of the race.
But Yang Can set up several cameras in different locations, turned on a sophisticated satellite receiver and connected his iPhone to input the signal to the big screen in the captain's room.
After adjusting some data, Lu Zibo recorded an ok gesture to Yang Can, and waited for about a few minutes. After the appointed time, he connected to the other party's signal.
The flickering and fuzzy patterns on the big screen gradually became clear after minor adjustments. A large conference hall appeared in front of everyone. About a dozen people were sitting at a round table, all in their 20s and 50s. In between, both men and women, some Cantonese dialogue came from the speakers. As soon as the signal turned on, this person looked at this side with complex expressions.
The headed person is a thin, dry man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, wearing a sports suit.
Yang Can looked at his time-sharing watch, took the microphone, and read: "It is 5:30 in the morning Hong Kong time. The first cooperation meeting between ATV and top media has officially begun." (To be continued. If you Like this work, you are welcome to ***(***.***) to vote for recommendation, ***, your support is my biggest motivation.)