Inside the dining room.

Chen Dong sat in the head seat, and soon a servant ran over to ask, "Boss, would you like to have the soup first, or have the kitchen serve the dishes?"

The dietary habits in Hong Kong are similar to those in Guangdong.

They drink a bowl of soup before meals, which, according to them, is good for the stomach.

Chen Dong: "Let's serve the food first!"

The maid nodded and turned to go into the kitchen.

In no time, the table was filled with a whole table of dishes.

Spicy chicken, fish head with chopped chili, dry-fried pork intestines, braised prawns, and stir-fried pork, which Chen Dong particularly likes.

In addition to meat dishes, seasonal vegetables are also essential.

Moreover, just by smelling the aroma, you know it must taste good.

Chen Dong's appetite was also whetted, and he said to the servant, "Bring up a few bowls of rice first."

The maid nodded in response, "Yes, sir."

"It smells so good!"

Just then, Ma Guoliang's voice came from outside the door.

"If you haven't eaten, come and join us."

Chen Dong called out to the hall.

Ma Guoliang grinned and walked straight to the restaurant.

"Chen Sheng!"

"Just find a seat, we're all family here, so I won't bother you."

"Okay, okay," Ma Guoliang readily agreed, though he was actually terrified inside.

He had also heard about Chen Dong's achievements.

In two months, they made considerable gains in both the Nikkei 255 stock index futures and the international crude oil market.

At the time, this information caused a huge sensation within HSBC.

There is no harm without comparison.

Mark's huge losses also propelled Chen Dong to stardom.

He became a legendary stock market guru in HSBC's investment department.

Because of this, a gag order was issued by higher-ups, prohibiting anyone from discussing the matter.

However!

If these investment elites knew that Chen Dong was so approachable, they'd probably be astonished.

Chen Dong: "Manager Ma, these dishes are all Sichuan and Chongqing style. I'll have the kitchen prepare a few more for you separately."

Ma Guoliang hurriedly waved his hand, "Mr. Chen, there's no need to go to so much trouble. Actually, I sometimes eat Sichuan and Chongqing cuisine too."

Chen Dong: "......"

To prove he could really do it, under the watchful eyes of Chen Dong and the others, Ma Guoliang picked up a piece of spicy chicken and put it in his mouth.

I chewed a few times.

Ma Guoliang was so moved that he shed tears!

(〃＞＿＜;〃)......So spicy! It's both spicy and numbing!

Ma Guoliang felt like his tongue no longer belonged to him.

There has long been a debate about how much spicy food people here can't handle.

Chen Dong smiled and shook his head, ignoring him, and continued eating by himself.

The spicy chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, perfectly embodying the four characteristics of numbing, spicy, fresh, and fragrant.

As expected of a descendant of imperial chefs, with this level of cooking skill, winning a God of Cookery award would be a piece of cake.

Chen Dong ate his meal with great relish, finishing three bowls of white rice in a row, something he had never imagined before.

Paying attention to health and nutrition is also a choice made by many wealthy people.

Don't think it's bad. It's such a sad thing to die before you've spent all your money.

Ma Guoliang was sweating profusely; the meal felt like an eternity to him.

He vowed never to be a "king of empty talk" again.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

While Chen Dong walked into the hall, Ma Guoliang gulped down several mouthfuls of water before the burning sensation in his mouth disappeared.

Wolong, suppressing a laugh, said with a slight upturn of his lips, "Manager Ma, the boss is very approachable."

Ma Guoliang: "o(╯□╰)o......"

Oh no! Even Wolong noticed his predicament; Chen Dong, being so clever, should have figured it out too...

The clown was himself!

Wolong: "Manager Ma, the boss is already waiting in the living room. If there's anything you need to report, go and report it right away. Don't keep the boss waiting."

Ma Guoliang was speechless for a moment.

"??"

"???"

"??????"

What's wrong with me today?

They keep making such basic mistakes.

In the living room.

Chen Dong sat on the sofa, legs crossed, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

A cigarette after a meal is better than being a god!

Non-smokers can hardly understand the mentality of heavy smokers.

At this moment, Ma Guoliang arrived late and looked slightly awkward when he saw Chen Dong.

Chen Dong: "Manager Ma, would you like one?"

As he spoke, he opened the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and handed it over.

Ma Guoliang took it with both hands, then carefully glanced at Chen Dong's expression before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

There's probably no one else who can embarrass themselves even while eating.

Ma Guoliang calmed himself down and said, "Mr. Chen, I'm here on behalf of the new CEO of HSBC. This is the invitation."

An invitation was handed to Chen Dong.

Dear Mr. Chen Dong, our bank cordially invites you to attend a small charity auction gala to be held at the Shangri-La Hotel on October 3rd. All proceeds will be donated to an international charity to support children's welfare work...

Chen Dong was too lazy to look at the rest.

He tossed the invitation aside and asked, "You just mentioned the new CEO of HSBC, so what about the previous CEO, Mark?"

"President Mark has been dismissed from his post by headquarters for causing huge losses to HSBC due to irregularities, and may face imprisonment later."

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