The air in Hong Kong Island in the evening is always a bit salty, damp and restless.
In the study of the Huo family mansion, the crystal chandelier makes the mahogany furniture inside look particularly solemn.
Peter Ho stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door, looking down at the Victoria Harbour at the foot of the mountain where the lights were gradually lighting up.
He gently held a wrinkled business card in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
The business card simply read "Richard, Senior Reporter" and a string of numbers.
It was this person who passed a message to his company's assistant through an extremely secret channel that morning, claiming that he had "absolute inside information" about Liu Rumeng that was enough to shock the whole city, and asked for a price of one million Hong Kong dollars.
Liu Rumeng!
This name was like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, stirring up thousands of waves in Ho Chun-ting's heart.
Her every smile and frown, her aloofness and tenacity, had already made him fall deeply in love with her.
Whether it was a smokescreen released by someone with ulterior motives or it really happened, Ho Chun-ting would never allow anyone to hurt her in any way.
After hesitating for a while, Huo Zhenting decided to call the number on the business card.
The call was connected, and a slightly hoarse and low male voice came from the other end: "Young Master Huo?"
"It's me. What's that thing?"
Huo Zhenting's voice was as cold as ice, without any hint of greeting.
Richard seemed to take a deep breath on the other end of the phone, as if weighing his words:
“Young Master Huo is straightforward.
This thing... is definitely powerful enough, and it concerns Miss Liu...
Health and privacy, and also, it concerns the future of your Huo family...
Five hundred thousand, I guarantee it's worth it, I'll give you the money and the goods."
"Oh."
Huo Zhenting uttered a short, cold laugh, turned around, a sharp glint in his eyes, "Health privacy? The future of our family? Mr. Li, you're speaking with such a high tone.
Fifty thousand dollars, give me the things, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.
Otherwise, do you think you can get something for nothing with just these few words?
Do you think I'm a lunatic, or do you think I'm a sucker for running a charity?"
The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became heavier, and it was obvious that Huo Zhenting was choking on the direct bargaining:
"Young Master Huo!
This... this is something I risked my job and even my life to dig up! Fifty thousand? Are you giving it to a beggar?
Do you know how much this news is worth in terms of press coverage?
At least...at least 500,000 Hong Kong dollars!"
"One hundred thousand."
Huo Zhenting's voice was firm and unquestionable, "I want to see it now. Tonight at 8 o'clock, under the second lamppost in the back alley of the Typhoon Shelter.
See the goods, verify their authenticity, and then discuss the rest.
Remember, don't play tricks and don't let anyone else know.
otherwise……"
He deliberately didn't finish his words, but the cold ending tone was like a real threat, which made Richard on the other end of the phone shudder.
Perhaps, in front of his father, Ho Ying-tung, Ho Chun-ting is a "good boy", but he has returned to Hong Kong for so many years and is in charge of most of the Ho family's businesses and storefronts.
To deal with the bad guys in Hong Kong, we naturally have our own set of rules.
"This Mr. Huo is indeed worthy of his reputation. He is worthy of being the son of Huo Yingdong. He is so ruthless! I'm selling explosive information, and he even made personal threats. The Huo family can't afford to offend him!"
Richard thought to himself.
He was silent for a few seconds, but he couldn't resist the huge temptation of 100,000 yuan in cash. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! 100,000 is 100,000!"
At eight o'clock, in the back alley of the Typhoon Shelter, I am waiting for Mr. Huo to arrive!
But I only want cash, not checks!"
"Can."
Huo Zhenting hung up the phone with a deep look in his eyes.
One hundred thousand yuan is just a drop in the bucket for him, but he must not open the door and let others ask for too much.
More importantly, he wanted to know what this so-called explosive news was!
…
The back alleys of the typhoon shelter were dimly lit and filled with the unique fishy and salty smell of seafood processing workshops.
The equally salty and fishy sea breeze blew dust into people's faces.
Huo Zhenting was wearing an inconspicuous gray casual suit and a baseball cap with the brim pulled down low. He appeared under the second shaking street light as promised, his figure almost blending into the shadow of the corner.
A thin figure hurriedly flashed out from the deeper darkness, with a brown paper document bag tucked under his arm. It was Richard, the reporter who had been negotiating for benefits with Huo Zhenting.
He glanced around nervously, making sure no one was following him before approaching Huo Zhenting and speaking in a hurried voice, "Mr. Huo, nice to meet you! I'm Richard."
However, Ho Chun-ting said nothing, but stretched out his right hand with his palm facing up.
Richard swallowed hard, quickly pulled out a few photos and a small sealed envelope from his file bag, and stuffed them into Huo Zhenting's hand. At the same time, he held out his other hand: "Where's the money? I want to see the money before I give you the remaining key part!"
Huo Zhenting quickly glanced at the photo out of the corner of his eye.
In the blurry distance, a slim figure is walking quickly into the side corridor of the main entrance of Mary Hospital.
Although the other clearer side profile photo covered most of the face, Huo Zhenting recognized the outline at a glance. It was undoubtedly Liu Rumeng!
His heart suddenly sank.
Without hesitation, he pulled out a thick stack of thousand-dollar bills tied with a rubber band from his inner pocket and slapped it on Richard's outstretched hand. "One hundred thousand, not a penny less. As for the rest, I hope you can satisfy me."
Richard took the money, counted a few quickly, confirmed that it was correct, and instantly an ecstatic and flattering smile appeared on his face.
He hurriedly handed over the entire brown paper bag, his tone filled with the excitement of seeking credit: "Mr. Huo, please be frank! It's all here, it's the real scoop! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
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