Hong Kong's commerce has flourished like flowers after rain in recent years.

Especially for various European big brands, seeing the strong purchasing power in Hong Kong and the endorsement of celebrities, their patent stores have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Today, Nie Zhao took Chen Rou to one of the new British-style boutiques that opened in the second half of the year.

Of course, we had already spoken by phone, and it was still a private event.

Although there is no absolute certainty, it is certain that no one in Kowloon will dare to reach out to Boss Nip again. Ghost Head Chang is being suppressed by the international police and has no time to attend to Hong Kong for the time being. His security team is also very capable.

So after we finished shopping at one store, Nie Zhao suddenly said, "Arou, let's not drive, let's walk."

Chen Rou had just tried on three evening gowns. In her opinion, they were all made of the same fabric and all had the same skirt. When she put them on, Nie Zhao would only say one thing: "They look good. You've got all the ones in the same color family."

Chen Rou could tolerate these things, and of course, she was certain that she looked good in her clothes.

It wasn't because she was particularly beautiful, but because, through a period of relentless effort, she had sculpted her figure into the standard physique of a female soldier of the Republic—the kind of figure that makes you look like a clothes hanger, even if you were to hang a burlap sack on it.

But she had a bodyguard's mindset, and what she didn't understand was: "Boss, this is Lan Kwai Fong. There are a lot of people on this street, and it's not very safe."

You can't just pay money and then treat the bodyguards like dirt. It's already evening, and the streets around Lan Kwai Fong are full of people, mostly foreigners, and they all reek of alcohol. Let's not even talk about old grudges. What if a stranger sees him acting all weird and like he's got too much money to burn and gives him a couple of punches or a pebble?

In Chen Rou's view, Nie Zhao's expression was genuine.

But obviously, bystanders see things more clearly. Song Yuanchao glanced at Sam, and although they couldn't understand each other's languages, he understood that the boss was probably going to play the "mother card" again. Sure enough, Nie Zhao took Chen Rou's hand and went out. Before the salesperson moved the VIP roadblock, he said, "When I was little, I once accompanied my mother to the hospital. On the way back, on this street, I saw Nie Rong holding Nie Yao and holding that woman's hand."

When Han Yuzhu became seriously ill, she had no choice but to go to the hospital.

Her husband, however, was seen holding his concubine's hand while shopping and even eating out.

As we all know, no matter how delicious the food at home is, children will always yearn for and be curious about what food outside will taste like.

Song Yuanchao was on the other side of the boss, half of his body blocking the boss and the other half blocking people for him. Sure enough, Chen Rou's tone became incredibly gentle, and she took the boss's hand: "And you, what did you do when you saw it?"

If a child saw their father, concubine, and brother shopping, they would definitely call their mother to come and watch.

But Nie Zhao was different. He said, "I stood up and blocked the window for my mother. I saw it. Although she never said anything, she must have been unhappy. Her eyes must have been sad."

Song Yuanchao was observant and attentive to his surroundings. At the same time, he felt a mix of sympathy and disdain for his boss, because a tough guy like him would never resort to playing the victim to gain a girl's sympathy like Boss Nie.

But girls really fall for that. Chen Rou, just like any other girl on the street, hooked her arm around the boss's and said loudly, "You did the right thing."

But even after all that, Boss Nie wasn't done yet. As he passed a row of bars, the noise was deafening, and he shouted, "I thought to myself, Nie Yao has the woman he loves and the child he cherishes most. He is the happiest person in the world."

Song Yuanchao has discovered that the boss has been subconsciously instilling the idea of ​​having a child in Miss Chen.

Of course, he was just a bodyguard, and he knew this, but he had to keep quiet.

"Wow, look who I've run into!" A foreigner blocked Nie Zhao's way and shouted, "It's him, it's him!"

Hank stepped forward and spoke to the man in English, gesturing for him to move aside, but the man replied in Cantonese: "This is Nie Zhao!"

There is only one possibility for this person: a child born to British soldiers stationed in Hong Kong and abandoned in Hong Kong.

Don't let his foreign-looking face fool you; he might not know how to spell the alphabet and only speaks Cantonese.

Song Yuanchao tried to communicate with him: "Sir, please move aside."

Not only did the man not do that, he also shouted to his friends, "John, Ah-Qiang, come and see! Take a picture of me!"

He had barely finished speaking when he vanished, along with Song Yuanchao.

They hadn't gone far; Song Yuanchao pinned the man against the wall.

However, many onlookers recognized Nie Zhao. After all, his father was no longer active in the entertainment industry, and he was the richest man in the world. Who wouldn't want to take a second look? Those with cameras naturally snapped a few photos.

This is what happened because Boss Nie refused to listen and insisted on walking.

He doesn't know many people in Hong Kong, but many people in Hong Kong know him.

This is troublesome; people have recognized me and I've been surrounded by onlookers.

Ram stepped in to help push the person, and after a few steps, they arrived at a restaurant, where things suddenly quieted down.

This is a Western restaurant, and even if Chen Rou doesn't know much about Western cuisine, she can tell that the decor is very tasteful and stylish.

On one side was a chef in white, on the other side were waiters in black, and in the middle was the manager: "Welcome, Mr. Nie, please come upstairs."

He booked a private Western restaurant in this bustling downtown area.

The restaurant's second floor is a rooftop terrace. It's winter now, so it shouldn't be comfortable to be outdoors. But Chen Rou forgot one thing: in any era, as long as you have money, you can do anything you want.

In a place like Lan Kwai Fong, there are still people using logs to burn in fireplaces, and they're even burning them outdoors.

It was a cold winter, but sitting by the fireplace, Chen Rou felt warm all over. She even took off her wool coat. Below her feet was the bustling Hong Kong city, even more prosperous than when Chen Rou would come in the future.

Without thinking, Ms. Chen glanced at her old comrade-in-arms who had just come upstairs.

Song Yuanchao blinked, but both of them thought to themselves at the same time: This small capitalist really knows how to enjoy life.

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At the same time, on the vast high seas, in a small corner of a huge transport ship, a Taiwanese man was pleading: "Please, I really can't take it anymore, please, I'm really about to explode!"

The person monitoring him spoke coldly, but with a hint of coquetry: "Ah Hao, I advise you not to play any tricks. Others can swallow seven pills at once, but you only swallowed one."