Director Zhao said, "Because it was a customer's problem, we only gave the restaurant a verbal summons and did not detain them."

Nie Rong nodded and picked up his teacup: "Thank you for your hard work, Director Zhao. Please have some tea."

As the saying goes, "Serving tea to see guests off," Director Zhao understood perfectly: "I'm busy, so I won't bother you any longer. I'll take my leave now."

Nie Rong gestured to Secretary An: "Xiao An, go see Director Zhao off."

My flight is at 3 PM, and there was supposed to be a farewell ceremony at the airport. It's already 2 PM, so it's time for me to leave.

But Nie Rong paused for a moment, then suddenly looked at Song Yuanchao and said, "Song Zai, give that female boss's business card to A Kuan. A Kuan, you stay here and write a check for 50,000 yuan to apologize to that female boss."

Liang Lisheng cried out in a strained voice, "Big Brother!"

He added, "50,000 Hong Kong dollars is enough to buy a building in mainland China. Are you alright?"

They only met the young woman once.

"Give me 50,000 yuan?" Liang Lisheng thought to himself, "Is my brother going crazy?"

But right now, Ah Kuan is the most loyal person by Nie Rong's side, so he immediately stepped forward and said, "Brother Song, here's your business card."

The business card was actually in Song Yuanchao's pocket, but he touched his chest, stood at attention, and said, "Sir, I'm sorry!"

Seeing Nie Rong frown, he lowered his head and said, "I was in a hurry just now and I accidentally lost my business card."

To be honest, Liang Lisheng felt particularly embarrassed by his elder brother's appearance and didn't want him to embarrass himself further, so he picked up Nie Rong's hat and said, "It's no big deal. I'll go to apologize to that girl myself another day. Let's go."

Chen Rou couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Dad, there are leaders waiting for you outside. You should leave as soon as possible."

She finally witnessed how an old man's pension and welfare benefits could be swindled away.

This old man was so fooled by that female boss that he almost lost his mind.

Fortunately, he was in his seventies or eighties and had difficulty walking; otherwise, he probably would have had to go back to the ancient ruins.

Poor Nie Rong had a brief, beautiful dream. He couldn't forget the woman who looked like Han Yuzhu and had a personality like Mei Lu. He regretted not being able to ask her name. Then he thought that she might have been persecuted by the government, which made him even sadder.

But what can he do? He can't very well go there himself, can he?

Of course, he successfully developed a negative opinion of Song Yuanchao, so he didn't want Song Yuanchao to escort him on the return trip.

His chief secretary, A-Kuan, regained favor and became the old man's number one bodyguard.

Feeling depressed, Liang Lisheng sat in a car with Chen Rou. Since the driver was from mainland China, he didn't want to make a scene, so he whispered, "My older brother is really strange. He's not particularly lecherous, and he never promotes female stars or actresses, but once he takes a liking to someone, it's a whole different story."

Nie Rong never promoted any female celebrities, nor did he keep any woman as a mistress; he was a devoted man.

But the more likely someone is to have epilepsy, the harder it is to treat them.

Because other people can just hire a woman to sleep with and pay her some money, but he doesn't. He wants to marry whoever he fancys.

Fortunately, Song Yuanchao snatched the business card and then lost it. Otherwise, Liang Lisheng would have been really worried that the old man, at the age of eighty, would have a third marriage and find a stepmother for Nie Zhao and Nie Yao, making them lose all face in Hong Kong.

Although he was in a depressed mood the whole way, once he arrived at the airport, something happened that excited Nie Rong and made him forget about that beauty.

He was in mainland China for a total of three days. Yesterday, all the news reports in the newspapers only had text and no photos. But today, all the reports have published photos of Nie Rong.

Upon seeing the photo, Nie Rong, waiting in the lounge for her flight, immediately pouted.

Especially the photo on the front page of the daily newspaper, the old man smiled as soon as he saw it: "The photographer from this newspaper is really good, the photo is really well taken."

The secretary who came to see him off smiled and said, "Our newspaper is full of veteran photographers. Although they don't follow the latest trends, their photos are still quite good. I will convey your praise to you, Mr. Nie."

Song Yuanchao, standing behind Chen Rou, glanced at the film and whispered, "The negatives have been edited!"

Chen Rou is a member of the new generation and doesn't understand how people used beauty filters in the era when film was the dominant medium.

But she was also surprised when she saw it, because the reporter from the newspaper not only removed Nie Rong's wrinkles, but also made his hair grow longer. He originally looked 80 years old, but was directly edited to look 60 years old, comparable to a future beauty filter.

She had to say: "Old ginger is spicier, and the old master's skills are just better!"

Nie Rong was the same. The octogenarian was blind and couldn't see how old he looked in the mirror. He thought he was as young as in the photo. When it was time to board the plane for the return trip, he insisted on boarding by himself without help. As a result, he almost fell again.

Fortunately, Song Yuanchao reacted quickly and caught the injured person in time.

...

On the other side, Nie Zhao was on his way to Kai Tak Airport to pick up his wife when he paused for a moment as he passed Dong Ye's gang.

Because the main gate of Yiyong Hall, which is usually closed, was open today, both gates were wide open, and a steady stream of people carrying rice and flour were happily walking out.

Sam didn't understand, so he drove off.

Nie Zhao said, "Stop the car."

After looking at him for a moment, he said, "Go and see if something has happened to Master Dong."

Master Dong is his wife's biological grandfather and the main force behind his demolition of Kowloon. But judging from the state of the place, could it be that something happened to the old man and his house was ransacked?

Otherwise, who could carry rice and flour out of his hall?