Of course, things couldn't turn out the way Chen Rou imagined, with Boss Nie and his bodyguards squeezing into a taxi.

Secretary An has been developing the market in the mainland for some time now. The company he registered has business development projects including the full agency of several Western car brands in the mainland, as well as real estate, mining and other aspects. In order to show his loyalty to Nie Zhao, he must perform well and will not allow his boss to get into trouble.

So, while Uncle Ming was just informing the boss about the departure, Secretary An had already led a large group of people on their way.

Back to Chen Rou, Sam was driving, and it was the first time Kuang Zai had gone out with his boss. Since they were going to the mainland, he carried a huge medicine box as instructed by Nie Rong. He was still worried that he hadn't brought all the medicines, so he was looking through the prescription in the passenger seat.

Just as they were passing by the highway leading to Kai Tak Airport, Sam, with his sharp eyes, said, "Boss, something's up!"

Kwong turned around and exclaimed, "Oh!" There are so many people upstairs.

Not far from the airport, there is an overpass, next to which are the densely packed small watchtowers under the jurisdiction of Lord Er.

It's true that Kowloon residents have a really tough time. Whether it's the airport runway or the overpass, they seem to be built right next to residential buildings. The government also doesn't have any protective measures regarding noise control, so people live in constant, loud noise every day.

Both Master Er and Master Dong had people staking out the vicinity of the Nie family's residence, and as soon as Chen Rou stepped out, someone would report to them.

Master Er must have heard that she was coming to Kowloon, because he was standing on the roof of a building next to the elevated highway.

Chen Rou's car happened to pass by. He himself didn't move, but his gangsters were all waving.

Feeling a pang of guilt, and since Chen Rou happened to be sitting by the car window, she rolled down the window and glanced outside. But she only saw that Grandpa Er, leaning on his cane, was walking along the rooftop with the car.

Although the old man in his seventies with a full head of white hair had killed many people, he was able to prioritize the greater good of the country over personal grudges after the tragic deaths of his wife and daughter. Deep down, Chen Rou preferred him.

But things in life are never that perfect.

So her biological grandfather was that Mr. Dong, whose eyebrows and beard flew everywhere.

Seeing Er Ye stumbling and running on the rooftop, just to catch another glimpse of her, Chen Rou couldn't bear it and quickly turned back.

Boss Nie was full of schemes and had plenty of ways to use them. He patted his wife's hand and said, "If you really have a hard time, I can find a way to deal with the DNA issue."

Chen Rou did not refute her husband, because many things are subject to change rather than plan.

She wanted to facilitate a historic reconciliation between the two elderly people, and she didn't want either of them to die. She wanted them to live longer, to live until the country returned to China and until China held an important place in the international arena.

But what if something goes wrong along the way? Just like in Li Xia's case, Boss Nie's money, his connections, and his social standing would be a great help to her, so she shook his hand back and said, "Okay."

Mrs. Nie has always preferred to wear comfortable sportswear, and when she wears dresses, she mainly wears loose-fitting clothes that are not very popular. But today she dressed completely differently from usual. She wore a white long dress with a khaki trench coat over it, and her long hair was neatly tied back. At first glance, she looked like a well-behaved girl, and she also seemed a little nervous.

Although Nie Zhao found it unbelievable, he secretly guessed that the woman named Li Xia must be his mother-in-law.

Therefore, his wife had the same deep respect and love for Li Xia as he did for Han Yuzhu.

As the car sped along, Nie Zhao had never seen his wife so well-behaved and quiet as she was today.

Okay, if he can handle everything with Li Xia, he should be able to win over all of his wife's hearts.

Thinking of this, Boss Nie revealed a sly, barely concealed, smile of smugness.

Upon crossing the border at Luohu, Chen Rou realized the moment she saw Secretary An that she couldn't stand seeing Nie Zhao make a fool of himself.

Although the car Secretary An drove wasn't as luxurious as the one Nie Zhao rode in in Hong Kong, it was still more impressive.

In the late 1980s and early 1990s, when Chen Rou was very young, she didn't know what Rolls-Royce or Bentley were, but she had a vivid memory of a car that was very famous and had a resounding name: the Tiger Head Benz.

In the early days of China's reform and opening up, some people who got rich first gritted their teeth and could only afford a Crown car. That was the most glorious moment of their lives. But they had an unattainable dream in their hearts: a Mercedes-Benz W140.

It was a true luxury car that only a handful of the wealthiest people in mainland China could afford in this era.

Secretary An arrived in three cars at once.

Moreover, he had already learned to drive on the left side of the steering wheel. When he got into the car as the driver, he smiled warmly and said, "Third Master, as you instructed, I have completed all the meetings in the province. For those I had to meet, I tried my best to keep the time under 10 minutes. Our policy is clear. The draft is at the back. Take a look and you'll have a better understanding."

He had prepared some documents, which he had tucked into the file folder at the back of his head. Nie Zhao pulled them out with a simple pull.

He had actually visited the mainland a few years ago, so in Kwong's eyes, this city with its wide roads but almost no cars and a constant stream of bicycles was quite novel, but Nie Zhao was used to it.

After flipping through the documents, he had only one worry: "Was the hotel booked? Was it the best one here?"

“That’s a must, don’t worry. Everything in the room was purchased by me right away.” Secretary An said, then added, “But it wasn’t purchased from Hong Kong. It’s smuggled goods dumped by human traffickers. Right now, tariffs are a big problem.”

Nie Zhao nodded, his primary concern naturally being Li Xia's situation.

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