This is a very thorny issue and a major challenge.
For a moment, Song Yuanchao was also in a dilemma. After a long silence, he asked, "Miss Chen, whose child are you? What is the truth?"
They were now in Er Ye's territory, and the two of them were strolling down the street. Chen Rou was also quite troubled, and looked at Song Yuanchao: "What do you think? Who should we choose to be my grandfather?"
Can you choose your grandfather?
How do you choose? Is it based on who gives more money, or who gives more affection?
Since arriving in Hong Kong, Song Yuanchao has been opening the door to a new world every day, but today's door is particularly novel.
He was at a loss for words: "This might be hard to choose from. How about we observe the two old men first?"
“Yes, starting today you will stay in Kowloon and spend a few days in Master Dong’s territory. The key is to find out about his social relationships between 1940 and 1945, and whether he had any dealings with the Japanese at that time,” Chen Rou said.
Grandfathers also need to undergo political vetting. If, as Han Yuzhu said, Master Dong is really not a traitor, Chen Rou has her own plan on how the two grandfathers should be recognized. But if he is a traitor, then sorry, she will only be Master Er's granddaughter and will not recognize Master Dong.
"Alright!" Song Yuanchao said with a smile, "I told you long ago that Miss Chen is no ordinary person, and I was right."
The original owner of this body was no ordinary person; she was the eldest daughter of a wealthy landowner family who owned most of the land in Kowloon Walled City!
Although Chen Rou had never met Master Er and Master Dong in person, she had seen their photos in the newspaper.
However, she didn't know what the two big shots who ranked first in Kowloon were like or what their temperaments were. So, after arranging things for Song Yuanchao, although he firmly refused, she stuffed a few thousand Hong Kong dollars into his pocket money, then took a taxi and prepared to go home.
It was already very late at night. She had just gotten into a taxi when she heard a child on the street calling out, "Grandpa Er!"
Another child was shouting, "Grandpa, look! I'm peeling shrimp for Grandma, and I've peeled a whole bowlful!"
She could only vaguely hear a loud laugh before the taxi drove off, and Chen Rou left.
Her first impression was that Mr. Er must be a very refined person.
He's refined and kind to children, yet he's also a gang leader. Well, she's very interested in him.
Having been turned away at the hospital, Chen Rou naturally decided not to go back and went straight home.
Another day passed in the blink of an eye. Since the Nie family had a private shooting range, Chen Rou would get up in the morning to climb the mountain to train her physical fitness, come back for breakfast, and then spend the afternoon practicing shooting at the range.
Just then, Nie Rong returned, and his bodyguards, Ahui, Afa, and Akuan, also needed to practice shooting. So they all practiced together and exchanged techniques, especially Chen Rou's moving shooting. The bodyguards surrounded her, asking her to tell them the tricks and secrets. After being busy for most of the day, Chen Rou simply ate her working lunch with the bodyguards at the shooting range before going home.
When she got home, she had just stepped off the elevator on the third floor when she saw Nie Zhao standing at the elevator entrance, one hand on the wall.
He must have just returned from the company. He was dressed in a sharp, well-fitting gray-blue suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and the watch on his wrist was still the kind of expensive watch that would make Song Yuanchao's wallet ache.
"How did the surgery go? You can get out of bed now?" Chen Rou asked.
Nie Zhao was still leaning against the wall with one hand, a posture that inexplicably reminded Chen Rou of those domineering CEOs in movies and TV dramas who liked to do "wall slams" or "wall-kissing." To be honest, she didn't find him handsome or attractive just because he was leaning against the wall; instead, she found it inexplicably funny.
Nie Zhao said solemnly with a serious expression, "It's just a minor surgery, it won't affect anything."
"That's good. I'm all sweaty and need to take a shower. I've already had dinner with the bodyguards, so you don't need to wait for me or call me for dinner." Chen Rou said, then added, "Please tell Dad not to think I'm being deliberately rude."
Actually, the Nie family usually eats separately, and it doesn't matter who is present or not.
Nie Zhao didn't pay attention to this either.
He licked his lips, his face serious: "Should I go to your room tonight, or should you come to mine?"
Seeing Chen Rou frown, he said calmly, "You know, there's still a lot I haven't told you about the two big shots in Kowloon. It's top secret, so I think we should talk about it privately behind closed doors!"
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