He didn't dare to chat at the dinner table; he made a phone call while heading to the restroom.
Speaking of relocation, Chen Rou thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Which company tendered for the relocation project?"
Liang Lisheng knew this, of course. His voice deepened as he said, "Guo Xiaoliang's younger brother, Guo Xiaobai."
At this point, the whole matter came to light. Minister Guo's brother was nominally doing business in Hong Kong, but in reality, he was making his money on the mainland. Moreover, the relocation project in Shenzhen is a massive undertaking worth tens of billions of yuan. If he can forcibly evict even welfare homes, what about ordinary people, or the land owned by various factories? Will they be able to receive relocation compensation?
If they can't get it, what should ordinary people do in the current wave of layoffs?
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the restaurant. It turned out that Nie Rong was leaving, and almost everyone stood up.
Chen Rou was thinking about the relocation, so she also left the table and went back to the hotel to rest.
With Song Yuanchao on one side and Secretary An on the other, the old man was being led by the elbows of the other bodyguards. There was also a group of leaders, so Chen Rou was not needed. She then walked back with the director of the Women's Federation.
The Women's Federation director felt quite apologetic towards the impetuous Secretary Qi. As they entered the hotel and took the elevator, she smiled and said, "Ms. Chen, our young Comrade Qi is still young and a bit impetuous. If she has offended you..."
Chen Rou interrupted her and handed her a business card, saying, "I have a very good impression of her. There should be more donations of money and goods in the future. My mobile phone number is on this. You must... make sure she keeps in touch with me."
The elevator dinged, indicating it had arrived at the floor. The Women's Federation director was stunned: "Should we have her contact you?"
Secretary Qi's impulsive personality meant that if she hadn't met a benefactor, she would have been destined to spend her life running errands in the office. But, thanks to Girl Help Hilr, she inadvertently revealed some big news today, and Chen Rou was happy to lend her a hand: "Yes."
The director of the Women's Federation suddenly became more lively: "She is a graduate student, and her child is capable, but a bit reckless. I hope you won't blame her. I'll leave you here. You should get some rest."
Chen Rou smiled and said, "Goodbye."
She noticed that the director of the Women's Federation walked away with a lighter step.
Back in the room, Mr. Er made one phone call, but she didn't answer, so he stopped calling. However, Mr. Dong called seven times, so of course she had to answer them one by one. She first called Mr. Er: "Sorry, I was eating just now."
Grandpa Er laughed and said, "I guessed it."
He added, "I saw on TV that the mainland seems to attach great importance to Mr. Nie's visit."
The scale of the event was only slightly less impressive than a Queen's visit, which was indeed quite significant. However, Chen Rou said, "As far as I know, just as the Queen used to award medals to meritorious officials, the country also awards medals to patriots like Mr. Nie. I'm not afraid to tell you something funny, but my father-in-law came specifically for that medal."
Er Ye's throat trembled: "Wow?"
Currently, most prominent figures in Hong Kong are awarded knighthoods or knighthoods by the Queen, and Nie Rong is no exception. However, the Grand Bauhinia Medal is different; it is awarded by the motherland and carries even greater significance.
You could hear the envy in Uncle Er's tone, but he said, "The key to Elder Nie's success is that he has a good son."
He knew Nie Rong best. He knew that Nie Rong was a crooked man, but he had a smart and good son like Nie Zhao, who was highly valued by both governments. When Nie Rong returned to China, he was able to receive great honors.
Thinking about it this way, Master Er would hate Master Dong again. If it weren't for that impulsive and easily angered tyrant, he would still have a son now. But because of Master Dong, his son is gone. How could he not hate him?
But then Chen Rou said, "In my opinion, people like you and Master Dong have protected Kowloon for many years in an anarchic and unorganized state, which has enabled all industries to prosper and the people to live in peace and contentment. You deserve a medal."
Master Er remained silent for a long time, probably feeling ashamed, since he wasn't as good as Chen Rou described.
Of course, Chen Rou only touched on the topic briefly before hanging up the phone.
As soon as she hung up the phone, Mr. Dong called immediately, also asking about Nie Rong.
Hong Kong media followed up closely, curious about what Nie Rong would encounter after his arrival. As a result, all the wealthy people in Hong Kong are now collectively envious, including Mr. Dong. He asked the exact same question as Mr. Er.
Of course, when he heard Chen Rou say that he was a meritorious official who had protected the Nine Dragons, even the thick-skinned Master Dong was a little embarrassed. He was also a straightforward person and said frankly, "Stop bragging. Your grandpa is not a good person."
Chen Rou retorted, "So what? You know you're rotten, yet you refuse to repent and choose to continue being rotten?"
Mr. Dong sighed, "But this is what I do. What else can we do?"
Chen Rou said, "You can avoid stealing, robbing for protection money, and beating people in the street, right? Do you only feel happy when your henchmen fight with the Zhongyi Hall people every day? Can't you do some good deeds and charity so that it gets published in the newspaper?"
In fact, the biggest problem in Kowloon is the endless fighting between two triads.
Theft and extortion of protection money are now rare because Kowloon has no taxes, and the public has generally accepted that paying protection money is a custom. People pay money to triads, and the triads help resolve disputes; it's a win-win situation.
But because Chen Rou reminded him, Master Dong started to think outside the box: "Doing good deeds and publishing in the newspaper is a good idea."
Then he thought about it again, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked: "Is helping an old lady cross the street a good deed?"
Chen Rou was speechless: "You can't even cross the road yourself, yet you want to help an old lady? Aren't you afraid of scaring the passing drivers to death?"
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