Minister Xue sensed something was wrong, raised his hand and clenched his fist, saying, "You used to be one of my soldiers, kid. Listen to my old leader's advice: rich people's rare gadgets are just for looking at, don't be envious. If you're envious, you'll be greedy, and if you are greedy, you'll definitely get caught."
Secretary Wang trembled at his old boss's words. He had thought that what Song Yuanchao had shown was all that the richest family in Hong Kong had to offer, but little did he know that it was just a small part, a drop in the ocean.
After thanking everyone profusely, Song Yuanchao was about to return to his post when suddenly a hand slipped up from behind and slipped a small envelope into his pocket. The owner of that hand then smoothly moved in front of him.
The newcomer shook hands with a smile: "Song Yuanchao, right? I heard you used to be a soldier on the mainland?"
He then patted his chest and said, "I am Guo Xiaoliang from the Taiwan Affairs Office. I am just a name; I am only a minor director."
Song Yuanchao reached for the envelope, but Director Guo pressed his hand down: "No, let's be friends."
Song Yuanchao knew his eldest nephew, Guo Fuzheng. He squeezed the envelope and immediately sensed that it contained money.
He initially wanted to refuse outright, but after thinking it over, he suppressed his thoughts and said, "Please feel free to ask me anything."
Director Guo Xiaoliang smiled so broadly his mouth almost split open: "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just making friends."
The mainland is still so poor, yet this director is shoving money into the bodyguard of the richest man. No one would believe he didn't have something to ask for, but of course, Song Yuanchao chose to remain silent.
Let Miss Chen investigate and see what's really going on.
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Taking a plane when the distance is so short is not only more prestigious, but also safer.
After all, whether it's a train, a ship, or a border crossing, the people are too diverse, and the possibility of accidents is too high.
But the two airports are not far apart, and they haven't even taken off yet, so are they going to land already?
Of course not! Air traffic control guides the pilots to let the richest man overlook the vast and magnificent coastline from the air at nine o'clock in the morning, to see the mountains, lakes, and the blue sea, and to see the spring scenery of May.
There are always some great people at the top; this itinerary is exceptionally well-organized.
The weather was pleasant today, and the plane circled the coastline before flying directly inland.
Looking back at Hong Kong, it appears tiny, but when you look at the vast mainland, there are endless green fields and fertile lands.
Not to mention Nie Rong, who was staring intently out the window, the bodyguard, Liang Lisheng, and Uncle Ming were all looking out the window, holding their breath. Finally, Nie Rong let out a deep breath, and Liang Lisheng hurriedly asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Nie Rong gripped his cane tightly: "The grandeur of a great nation is indeed extraordinary."
Then an announcement came over the loudspeaker that the plane was about to begin its descent and was preparing to land.
Liang Lisheng said with a smile, "Anyway, you've retired. I'm planning to go to the capital this summer. Why don't you come with me?"
Nie Rong looked at his legs, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a pity my legs are useless now."
As he spoke, he looked down out the window and suddenly said, "That red area looks like an airport."
Liang Lisheng leaned closer to take a look and laughed: "I told you, your worries were unnecessary. This place is not like Hong Kong, where we are second-class citizens. Here, people can be autonomous and self-governing."
Of course, it was because of the efficient scheduling that no other planes were taking off or landing at that moment, unlike Kai Tak Airport, where planes had to fly over the rooftops of residential buildings when they took off. The airport was so large, with surrounding roads stretching out in all directions like dark jade ribbons, and the airport terminal was so modern and avant-garde.
It was only at this moment that Nie Rong realized that Shenzhen was no longer the barren wasteland he had imagined, but had become an international metropolis, and all of this seemed to have happened in just a few short years.
Because when the Queen visited, its airport was far less developed than it is now.
His thinking was somewhat ridiculous. He had come to visit his poor relatives, but when he stepped into their house, he found that they were not only not poor, but much richer than he had imagined. And just like now, the sun was rising at ten o'clock.
Looking back on the past few months of making things difficult and challenging him time and time again, he finally felt a little guilty.
The feeling of unease reached its peak when the plane landed, the cabin door opened, and he saw the people who had come to greet him.
This also caused him to be in poor condition, and he almost fell while going down the stairs.
When the old man returned to the mainland, he was very conscious of his image. He panicked after falling and even became unsteady on his feet.
Secretary An was on the other side, anxious but helpless. The old man was being held back by Chen Rou, but she couldn't keep dragging him down the stairs forever, could she?
Chen Rou's eyes darted around, and she leaned close to the old man's ear and said, "You have to think about Margaret Thatcher. If you don't want tomorrow's pages to be full of jokes, you have to cheer yourself up and give yourself a pep talk."
Back when Margaret Thatcher arrived in the capital, she stumbled every three steps, shocking the world.
If Nie Rong really falls, who knows what the Hong Kong newspapers will say about him tomorrow.
After all, he was the richest man in China. The old man gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and with one hand tightly around Chen Rou's elbow, he walked down the steps one by one.
Once that's over, things will be much easier. When shaking hands and taking photos, Secretary An will be right behind him and will give him pointers on what to do.
Of course, Chen Rou's task was thus initially completed.
When it came time to get in the car, she was just the old man's daughter-in-law and didn't attend the meeting with him, so of course she sat in the back car.
The old man's schedule is calculated down to the minute, and Chen Rou also has her own schedule.
Originally, Nie Rong requested that Song Yuanchao be responsible for escorting the vehicle throughout the entire trip on the mainland.
Around 11 o'clock, Chen Rou was having tea and listening to a discussion with several female comrades from the Women's Federation when she saw Song Yuanchao walk in by himself and keep staring at her.
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