It was only about 400 square meters, with a garden and a swimming pool. The best part was that Qin Guan was their neighbor.
Cong Nianwei needed an independent design studio, so this was the kind of house they had in America.
Their previous apartment had been too narrow.
The two of them were quite decisive. After seeing the condition of the new house, they immediately decided to move their family over.
Everything was going well, but Qin Guan was worried about one thing.
Because the focus of his work had shifted to China, he couldn't give up his two trump cards, the modeling and acting jobs, which were his other jobs.
In China, qualifications were very important. Qin Guan had won awards abroad, so he had to pack his luggage first.
Everything else was fine, but what about the three windsurfers?
He had to check them in as large luggage. The airport workers had been so ruthless that he couldn't even find an insurance policy for them.
It was not a problem that could be solved with money. Qin Guan had only one way to solve it. He had to find a chartered plane to China or a large international logistics company to check the windsurfers.
Actually, Qin Guan thought that he could just call UPS and pay for it.
However, every manager and assistant around him criticized his behavior of not holding the trophy like a bean bun.
In the end, Sister Xue asked He Ming to find a private plane to Asia.
The owner of the plane was a tycoon who could check Qin Guan's luggage for free. He even claimed to know Qin Guan.
After hearing He Ming's request, he agreed immediately. It was nothing more than a short stop at China's capital airport, which was supposed to fly directly to the United Arab Emirates.
He had also said that they would take care of the flight schedule. The rich man had only one request. He wanted to meet Qin Guan and discuss some business with him.
Qin Guan was confused. Qu Xuemei, who was afraid that Qin Guan would suffer a loss, called Han Zhujiu from the Black Star Security Company over at the appointed time.
On the one hand, he could save face in front of the real tycoon. On the other hand, he could leave Han Zhujiu behind if things went south. He could at least stall for 10 minutes.
Thus, the group of confused people met in the tycoon's mansion in New York.
Coincidentally, the Arab sheikh's home was also in Long Island. But his mansion was a separate private property near a mountain and a river. It didn't cover a large area, only 3.2 hectares.
It was 32000 square meters, which was less than 100 times the size of Qin Guan's villa.
Qin Guan and the others left the car at the gate and got into the gardener's cart. As they walked along the marble-paved path, Qin Guan felt that his mansion, which had cost him hundreds of thousands of dollars, was just a shabby shack by the roadside.
After driving around for more than ten minutes, they finally saw the gate of the villa.
It was a European-style castle with a West Asian dome and a tall steeple, which made it look more dignified.
There were white stone statues of beautiful girls holding water bottles on both sides of the gate. They looked like ancient Chinese stone lions guarding a mansion.
This made the pure gold gilt door look less like a nouveau riche for no reason. It also made it look more elegant.
The butler was kind and professional. Qu Xuemei recognized him right away. He had graduated from a professional butler college in England.
As soon as the group of people walked into the hall of the mansion, they discovered that the interior of the mansion was a completely different world.
Chinese embroidery patterns were used as the central pattern of the entire white floor, carved in the center of the main hall.
Following the butler's lead, the further they went in, the more they found that there were traces of Chinese art everywhere.
Qin Guan also saw many beautiful ornaments on the side of the corridor. It seemed that the mysterious Arab was a collector of Chinese art.
Qin Guan was led to the last room, but Qu and Han Zhujiu were stopped by two bodyguards in checkered headscarves. Standing alone in the large room, Qin Guan finally saw the face of the rich man.
There were two black rings on top of the white headscarf. He was a young child, but he still insisted on growing a beard for himself.
If it weren't for the fact that he was dressed in white, he would look as clean as a member of a Chinese family who did the White Rite. If his clothes were dirty, he would look a little cowardly.
Calmly, he pulled back the white scarf on his arm and reached out to Qin Guan's chair.
"I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Qin. Please take a seat."
It was obviously a baby's voice, but it was said in the most serious tone in the world. No matter how one listened to it, it was so funny.
It was like reading a revolutionary poem by Lin Zhiling.
As an award-winning actor, Qin Guan controlled his facial muscles and forced his brain to suppress the smile on his face. His expression was calm.
The mysterious man from the UAE smiled when he saw Qin Guan sit down on the leather chair elegantly.
He was obviously happy about Qin Guan's arrival.
Thus, this unfathomable brother started his self-bragging, ah, no, self-introduction.
"Maybe Mr. Qin is very strange. You don't know me, but I'm willing to help you with this neither big nor small favor."
"That's because we had a very pleasant encounter in Las Vegas. Of course, at that time, I was backstage at the casino, and you were a guest in my casino."
Suddenly, Qin Guan recalled an interesting incident.
It can't be. I just won a little money from you. Do you have to find an opportunity to ask for it? It's just tens of thousands of yuan! Give it to you, give it to you, okay?
You're stingier than me!
Qin Guan's eyes seemed to be able to speak. The rich man immediately understood what he meant.
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