The two once again had an in-depth discussion and exchanged feelings about the success of Asia Daily and Kobayashi Tenmo's amazing talent.
Liang Weilin didn't know that the "Little Lin Tianwang" in front of him was actually Haizi, a great poet and writer in China who wrote "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom", "A Generation", "Scars" and "Drawing Sword", and he didn't know that he was Lin Huowang, the son-in-law of Guo Linxian in the translation room downstairs.
He simply thought that this was a very important young united front target that Mr. Liao had painstakingly won over with his superb skills and extraordinary courage, and that this was "one of his own."
During the discussion, Liang Weilin couldn't help but glance at the conspicuous gossip news on the social page of the newspaper - the love rivals Huo Zhenting and Xiaolin Tianwang were competing against each other for Liu Rumeng.
He tapped the text below the photo with his finger, and with some hesitation, asked Mr. Liao for instructions: "Mr. Liao, look at this matter... Xiao Lin Tianwang and Mr. Huo are both key targets of our united front work, and the importance of the Huo family goes without saying.
This Liu Rumeng is the daughter of Comrade Guo Linxian.
Should we... have Comrade Guo Linxian give her daughter a brief heads-up in private?
When it comes to personal feelings, try to be more harmonious?
To avoid embarrassment later, or... affecting the overall situation? Should we give her some hints about our tendencies?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Liao almost immediately waved his hand to stop him, his tone gentle but unquestionable: "Old Liang, young people's emotional affairs are the most delicate.
We should not intervene if we can avoid it.
The more you interfere in matters like this, the more likely complications will arise, which is actually not good.
Just let it be.
Don't worry, everything will be properly arranged."
Seeing that Mr. Liao's attitude was clear, Liang Weilin had nothing more to say and could only nod in agreement.
But he sat back in his seat, clutching the steaming newspaper in his hand, looking at the gossip and the photos of the two dazzling young people, his inner worries still lingering: "The future helmsman of the Huo family, a budding media prodigy who will surely shake up Hong Kong... these are both the ones we strive to win over and rely on.
No matter who Liu Rumeng chooses in the end, it seems like she'll hurt the other person, and even affect the other person's emotions and stance... This is really a dilemma!"
He looked at Mr. Liao, who had already calmly picked up the newspaper again and continued to enjoy "A Step into the Past".
Liang Weilin sighed helplessly, "But since Mr. Liao is so confident, I guess he has considered everything. My worries are probably a bit groundless."
He forced himself to concentrate, suppress his worries, and read the newspaper like Mr. Liao.
…
At the same time, on Victoria Peak, on the French terrace extending from the study of the Governor's House.
The last rays of sunset completely disappeared, and the myriad lights of Victoria Harbour spread out like a dazzling galaxy.
Sir Murray MacLehose was not sitting behind his desk, a symbol of power, but was reclining comfortably in a comfortable sofa chair with his wife, Liping Delaney.
Unlike the smoke-filled newspaper battles down the mountain, the air here is fresh, filled with the tranquil aroma of English black tea and a hint of fragrance after dinner.
The servant carefully removed the bone china plate containing the remains of the dessert and served two cups of steaming hot coffee.
On the long French-style table, the first issue of Asia Daily, still covered in fresh ink, lay quietly.
During their free time before dinner, this couple, who have a deep understanding of Chinese culture, unexpectedly immersed themselves in this brand new Chinese newspaper.
At this moment, although dinner is over, the impact and thoughts brought by the words between the lines are still echoing in the air.
MacLehose picked up the exquisite bone china cup and took a sip gracefully, his deep gaze turning from the lights of Victoria Harbour back to his wife's face.
Her eyes seemed to be unfocused in the distance, and it was obvious that her thoughts were still drawn to the content she had just read.
"My dear Delaney,"
MacLehose's voice carries a soothing rhythm, as if recalling a sublime piece of music. "That Xiang Shaolong from the future... Zhao Mu's sinister schemes, Zhu Ji, the helplessness and ambition hidden behind her allure... This world of time and space, constructed by Huang Yi, is truly captivating."
His worldly-wise eyes gleam with undisguised admiration and wonder. "He seamlessly integrates modern thinking and sharp values into the bloody struggle between Qin and Zhao over two thousand years ago. The characters' motivations are etched into the fabric of history, yet burst forth with dramatic tension that transcends time..."
What a wonderful idea! But what is even more rare is that,
He emphasized his tone and tapped his finger lightly on the newspaper, "Its research on the etiquette, clothing, weapons, and even the court system and political rules of that era is so detailed and credible, it is definitely not just imaginary.
This ability to ground wild imagination in solid historical and geographical knowledge rivals that of the finest historical novelists.”
Deng Liping finally came back to her senses, her azure eyes turned to her husband, and her graceful face showed strong admiration: "Yes, Murray.
That feeling... is breathtaking.
The tension of the story gripped my mind so tightly that I couldn't let it go even for a moment.
Unfortunately... the series is only the first chapter."
Her brows furrowed slightly, a hint of lingering regret, which soon turned into a deeper sigh. "This novelist 'Huang Yi' seems to possess magical powers, injecting a tremendous vitality into those withered bones sleeping in the classics, making them breathe, struggle, and fight vividly before your eyes!
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