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0Supporting her trembling waist, Ye Nianmo continued with his previous words, "Jason's surname is Dong, and his dad is currently sitting at the customs station, called Dong Chunsheng. "He has quite a lot of power and a good reputation. Every month, when government affairs are made public, he would be clean and clean. No one would have thought that he had a son living in New Zealand, and that his name was his entire fortune."    

    

"And then?" Ding Yiyi bit her lower lip and forced out a sentence.    

    

Siwen Bing once said that there is a force in the country that wants to sell medicinal materials and turn them into potions, which can be used to seize the resources of the Endless World and threaten other countries that want to compete.    

    

Ding Yiyi understood that not only was there someone in the Customs Department, but that person was also entitled to the authority. The safety factor had greatly increased, and she recalled every detail from before.    

    

Ye Nianmo pressed his soft waist tightly, making both of their vision go dark and they didn't move for a long time.    

    

Looking at the time again, an hour and a half had passed.    

    

With a soothing sweet orange oil in the water, Ding Yiyi opened her eyes wide, "So it's all fake if you don't help Jason?" You knew of his background from the beginning, and have already prepared a countermeasure? "    

    

Ye Nianmo tested the temperature of the water while answering her question, "It was not known for a long time that Dong Chunsheng didn't reveal the fact that he had a son. Miao helped and happened to see 8 million yuan in remittance accounts in his computer and found Dong Chunsheng along the way.    

    

As for Jason, he was too impulsive. Not only was he unable to tell him these things, he even wanted him to be impulsive.    

    

"Don't let Miao do anything dangerous. He's still sick!" Ding Yiyi could not resist her sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't even know when she would be carried back to her bed.    

    

A few days later, Jason came looking for him, but his face was green and purple. It was obvious that he was beaten quite badly, the Rose Garden staff thought that he was here to cause trouble.    

    

"Where's your car?" Ding Yiyi was surprised to see him in a taxi.    

    

Jason accidentally touched the corner of his mouth and grimaced, "I'm being escorted to a friend. Since I took some money, I can't touch the money in my dad's account. If I do, he'll know immediately. Then I won't be able to save Yuri."    

    

"You want to go back?"    

    

"Yeah, my dad won't allow me to return to New Zealand. This time, I'll sneak back, and I won't let him find out. Everything will be fine after I bring Yuri back to New Zealand."    

    

"Then what happened to your wound?"    

    

"Drinking too much in the bar. Fighting someone else."    

    

Jason gave the key to Ding Yiyi's house, saying if she doesn't come back by the end of the week, he should ask her to come and have a look.    

    

Jason did not return to New Zealand a week later.    

    

Ding Yiyi could not sit still any longer as she felt that something had happened. Although it was said that tigers did not eat their sons, she was not so sure about a man who had been cruel to his own sons for more than ten years.    

    

Ye Nianmo looked calm, and only said that the time had yet to come.    

    

Ye Miao was able to remove the plaster and was able to slowly walk around. However, at this moment, an unexpected person came to his door.    

    

The Grand Preceptor was leaning on his walking stick and looked completely refreshed. "How could the successor I've taken a fancy to be so easily in trouble? Isn't it better to walk on two legs!?"    

    

Ye Miao did not stand on ceremony with him, he sat back on his wheelchair and said, "Not now."    

    

"If you have nothing to do, hurry up and return to the Uruk. As the future successor to Shengde Ya, I will definitely not help you with your other jobs."    

    

Hearing that Ye Miao had also decided to leave New Zealand and return to the Uruk, Ding Yiyi's heart started to feel reluctant.    

    

While the two of them were talking, Ye Nianmo had someone move out a room that was absolutely quiet.    

    

"The Sendya organization seems to be very interested in the Elysian world."    

    

A light flashed in the Grand Master's eyes, "After all, I am not as lucky as Boss Ye to be able to see such a wonderful sight."    

    

Ye Nianmo didn't seem to mind, "You can take him away without a problem. Use him to threaten me when necessary. You are a mantis and he is also a mantis. Do you think you should eat him or he should eat you?"    

    

"Who knows? I have lived long enough. The future of Zendya can go a different way. " The Grand Preceptor stood up and walked towards his car with his cane.    

    

Ye Nianmo lightly tapped the table and said meaningfully, "Have a safe trip."    

    

A few days after Ye Miao returned home, Ye Nianmo and Ding Yiyi boarded a flight back home.    

    

Early in the morning, the host of the morning news began to talk confidently, "In this cultural exchange between China and South Korea, Korea brought with it a set of letters written by an anonymous calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty. Many famous calligraphers and experts in the country discussed the calligrapher's real name, but what is certain is that it was an extremely precious piece of writing."    

    

In the capital, the reporters had already surrounded the entrance of the Calligraphy Exchange Association, all for the purpose of obtaining first-hand information. Usually, this kind of organization wouldn't attract too much attention if it were used normally, but this time, Korea had treasures that had been stolen from the country. This was called a cultural exchange, but it also had another purpose, which was to discuss the possibility of returning the materials to their owners.    

    

The reporter waited for a long time and was a little tired. However, in order to occupy the best position, he did not dare to move. When he was hungry, he asked the assistant to buy him something to eat.    

    

Seeing the security guards escorting a few people out of the lobby, the reporter became more excited. He immediately had the cameraman carry the camcorder to grab the best angle and some of the cameramen started to do the live broadcast.    

    

"In this Sino-Korean cultural exchange, we also have a special person attending, which is the current deputy director of customs, Dong Chunsheng. He has been president of the Calligraphy Exchange Association for almost five years, and he is also attending. We'll be waiting to see what kind of spark he will bring to the calligraphy cultural exchange between China and Korea."    

    

The camera turned to a middle-aged man in his fifties with a square face and thick hair. "The man was talking to a man in a grey suit, and a man and a woman were standing beside him, helping to translate.    

    

After the few of them got into the car, the car sped away, seemingly unaffected by the scene.    

    

After an hour, the cars stopped one by one in front of a restaurant that was not particularly luxurious. The restaurant was located in a group of villas, and it was used as a private restaurant.    

    

The group entered the private restaurant. It was very clean inside. No one was inside other than the waiters. The owner of the private restaurant invited these people into the private restaurant. The rest of them sat outside.    

    

In the private box, four people from the Korean delegation came over. The translator introduced the cold dishes that came first.    

    

The man in the grey suit laughed and said in broken Chinese, "I know, we don't like Chinese leeches. I like them a lot."    

    

Dong Chunsheng actually didn't like these Koreans. Coincidentally, the boss came in and whispered to him, "What kind of chopsticks will you give me?"    

    

"Of course it's Chinese, bamboo chopsticks."    

    

The other party clearly didn't understand what he was saying. He stared at the translator, who lied, "President Dong said to have the shop manager serve the food with lighter taste. I heard that your taste is lighter."    

    

"You're being considerate." The other person nodded towards Dong Chunsheng.    

    

Everyone should eat and drink, Dong Chunsheng introduced, "This is Mr. Dong Qing, although he looks young, he has a lot of seats. Everyone should eat and drink," Dong Chunsheng introduced, "This is Mr. Dong Qing, although he looks young, he has a lot of seats.    

    

The translator nodded at the youngest man in the seat, then gave him a thumbs-up.    

    

The door of the room was pulled open, and the person who came in walked over to Dong Qing's side, whispering in his ear for a while.    

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At this moment, everyone was already talking about the letter exhibition. Dong Qing walked out from her seat.    

    

"Are you sure?"    

    

"I'm quite sure that he would greet me smilingly. The last time I met him in New Zealand, I wasn't wrong."    

    

"For the time being, we don't need to do anything. But if we are obstructing this project, we don't need to be lenient."    

    

"Mr. Dongqing."    

    

He turned around, "Liu Qiang."    

    

"The boss is treating you to a drink tonight." After Liu Qiang said this, he left. It was unknown how long he had been there.    

    

In the bar at night, Ye Bo was waiting for Dong Qing. Ye Bo explained Dong Chunsheng's background to him.    

    

"You guys might be mistaken. I have dealt with Dong Chunsheng before. If he is like you said, he is a money-grubbing guy, then that paper won't hold the fire. Our cooperation is based on the premise that both of us have the same goal. "I don't believe that Dong Chunsheng would collude with that group of people to sell the herbs. The matter of the Endless World definitely has nothing to do with him. I will continue to pay attention to the movements of the Koreans and find out who sold the herbs."    

    

Ye Bo stood up, "I am only responsible for passing on the information that Young Master needs me to pass on. I also respect your opinion."    

    

Returning to the hotel, Ye Bo went straight to the young master's room. He stood at the door and checked his watch to make sure that he didn't disturb the people inside.    

    

"Young Master, Madam."    

    

"The other party isn't willing to believe it?"    

    

Ye Bo nodded, "Everything is as young master thinks. Dong Qing also thinks that the Koreans are an important part of the reselling force, but he doesn't think that Dong Chunsheng is related to them."    

    

"Any news about Yuri and Jason?" Ding Yiyi was more concerned about the two of them.    

    

"If his son hadn't sent him 8 million dollars, it would have been as easy as eight dollars. I wouldn't have believed he had the money, his wife, to go to the market today to buy groceries, because they gave her less than three dollars, and it would have taken her half an hour to get the money back."    

    

Ye Bo coughed lightly and said, "Is there any news about Jason and Uri?"