Regardless of whether that second daughter was after him or not, he didn't care for now.

Anyway, we've already called Master Zhou back.

After watching Master Zhou practice singing and choreographing for a while, Xing Baohua went downstairs to take care of her own business.

Then I went to the IBM team to see how they set up servers and networks.

Huahong Telecom converted its entire underground parking lot into a server room.

The servers were neatly arranged on the iron rack.

On the other side were rows of metal cabinets. Xing Baohua went up to look and found that they contained hard drives.

The entire server room only has one bulky CRT monitor. They spend so much money, yet they can't even provide a decent monitor; that's incredibly stingy.

Looking at the monitor's ports, Xing Baohua thought that next time he came, he would bring a larger LCD screen with him.

IBM keyboards are indeed much better made and of higher quality than those produced by Xing Baohua.

The key clicks have a distinctive crisp sound. Needless to say, it's a blue switch.

After chatting with the on-site engineer for a few minutes, Xing Baohua left first, since it would take a long time for the data center to go from construction to operation.

It's not as simple as just adding equipment to get online; there are also various network cables to run. Furthermore, it requires training the personnel to maintain the server.

To connect to the world, we still need to work hard to apply for root servers.

Fortunately, it's still early. If we had applied in mid-1988, we probably wouldn't have had a chance. The last root server would have landed in Japan.

After finishing get off work in the evening, Xing Baohua packed her things and went home.

I had just left the company when I saw the bus stop for Manager Zhou on the street.

The driver was asked to pull over, and under the watchful eyes of the surrounding crowd, the security guards in Xing Baohua's carriage got off first.

When Master Zhou saw the face inside the car, he immediately blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

"Get on the bus!" The tone left no room for doubt.

Amidst the envy of many at the bus stop, the girl boarded a brand-new Rolls-Royce.

"Where to?" Xing Baohua asked after Master Zhou got into the car.

"Go home. But it's far, we have to cross the sea," Sect Leader Zhou said softly, bowing his head.

"I thought it was far? Let's go eat first, and I'll take you home after we finish." After saying that, she told the driver to find a restaurant first.

"No need, just take me home. Thank you, Mr. Xing, for your kindness."

“I’m hungry too. If I take you home and then come back, I’ll be hungry again.” Xing Baohua said, then changed the subject and asked, “Are you still working at that bar?”

Seeing that Master Zhou nodded slightly, Xing Baohua said, "Resign from all your jobs."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sect Leader Zhou looked at him in surprise.

"I hope the artists under my management can focus on improving their skills. The songs I give you are enough to make you count money until your head cramps."

Master Zhou listened and then said softly, "Only a fool would count like that. Don't you know how to use a money counting machine?"

"Uh..." Okay, that reply...brainy.

We randomly picked a high-end Western restaurant; I don't know what the driver was thinking, probably because it was easy to park there.

After parking, a doorman is supposed to open the door for you. However, the doorman didn't get a chance.

When the arm was halfway out, the front door was already open, and the person got out quickly. They simply blocked the doorman's arm with their hand and opened the rear door.

The first person to get out didn't seem to be a big shot. After a while, Xing Baohua got out of the car and waited a moment before letting Master Zhou get out.

Seeing such a luxurious Western restaurant, Master Zhou looked at Xing Baohua with some surprise, as if to say that there was no need to come to such a high-class place!

As Xing Baohua and Master Zhou were about to enter, they were slightly stopped by someone.

There's a small bar counter near the entrance, with a waiter standing there, and a list or something similar.

Ask Xing Baohua: "Sir, have you made an appointment?"

"No, why can't I come in without an appointment?" Xing Baohua asked.

"No, you can come in, but you can't get a good seat without a reservation. How many of you are there?"

“Five of you, two of us at one table. The other three at one table,” Xing Baohua said, pointing to the guards beside him.

This was the first time that Master Zhou had come to such a high-end place. He had grown up in a very chaotic place and his family situation was not good.

I've always been frugal, and now that my boss is taking me out to eat, I'm really not used to it.

As for Xing Baohua asking her to order food, she was at a loss for words.

I felt quite embarrassed and left it to Xing Baohua to handle.

Just grab a little something, a sip of red wine, a slice of steak, and start eating.

Master Zhou didn't feel that the steak at the high-end restaurant was any better. Apart from the nice ambiance, it was no different from the steak at a tea restaurant in terms of taste.

Xing Baohua ate three steaks before she felt full.

"The more Western the food, the less full I feel. Looking at the fancy menu, the only thing that makes me feel full is this steak," Xing Baohua said while wiping her mouth.

Sect Leader Zhou didn't speak, but smiled slightly, as if he shared the same feeling.

"Then I'll treat you to a street food stall next time," Master Zhou said in his usual soft tone.

"good!"

When they were almost at Master Zhou's residence, Xing Baohua finally learned where she lived.

Those messy high-rise buildings are unforgettable.

This place is not far from the airport; sometimes when planes take off or land, you can see the belly of the plane just by looking up.

Coupled with the noise of the jets, it was indeed a tough time.

Kowloon Walled City

It's a mixed bag, a lawless zone in Hong Kong.

Doing anything here is legal. Because sex, pornography, and other illegal activities are already legitimate industries.

There is almost no daytime here.

Instead, more stories are passed down.

Master Zhou didn't dare let Xing Baohua escort her too far in, but got off the car about five or six hundred meters away.

Xing Baohua gave one of the guards a wink, signaling him to follow and provide protection for a while.

Xing Baohua waited for the guards in the car, his legs crossed, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his lap, lost in thought.

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