As for his money, he kept it all in a Swiss bank and deposited it with his son.
In comparison, even if Nie Zhao is rich but heartless, he is still much more moral than him.
Cheung Tze-keung kept moving forward, looking as if he wished he could turn into a dog and bite Chan Yau.
Chen Rou turned the gun around, held the butt of the gun over, and mashed it twice like a dog's teeth, asking first, "And you, have you ever paid taxes to the Hong Kong government?"
He then asked, "Have you ever been to school? Have you studied history? Do you know who Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were? They were peasant rebels, brother. They represented the peasants, and the grain they seized was distributed to the peasants. But where is your money?"
Speaking of peasants, Cheung Tze-keung became furious: "Why don't you ask the mainland government? My family were landlords before Liberation, big landlords! Our ancestors enjoyed all the good fortune. As for me, just because my parents had bad class backgrounds, my father was criticized every day, and I couldn't go to school or become a cadre. To make me a peasant? Dream on!"
Chen Rou understood: "So in your mind, before liberation you had to be a landlord, after liberation you had to be a cadre, and in Hong Kong you had to be a rich man. If you can't be, it's all someone else's fault."
Cheung Tze-keung was about to utter that line again: "Kings, nobles, generals, and ministers..."
Just like he had knocked Nie Jiajun's throat before, Chen Rou struck him with the butt of her gun, silencing him completely.
Then she said, "If you ask me, we were too lenient when we played Dou Dizhu back then. People like you should be skinned alive and trampled under the feet of workers, peasants and soldiers, so that you can never rise again."
She struck Cheung Tze-keung with the butt of her gun, causing his gums to bleed, but he didn't feel any pain, nor did he flinch.
But he finally stopped shouting and said seriously, "You really are a mainland Chinese, a mainland woman."
Chen Rou smiled and gently corrected, "Calling them 'children of China' would be more appropriate."
Pointing to the cockpit, he said, "Do you know who's in charge of the ship? He's also from the mainland, and his family has been farmers for three generations. But he fought in the Vietnam War and captured Gui Touchang. Compared to him, what right do you have to call yourself a Chinese man?"
It was only then that Cheung Tze-keung truly became afraid.
The weather was already cold in December, but it was only now that he was so frightened by Chen Rou that he shivered.
The espionage talk he just mentioned was just his guess, wild speculation, and conjecture. But the Hong Kong people don't understand terms like "ten million feet from workers, peasants, and soldiers" and "never to rise again," which are characteristic of that era.
So the woman in front of him, wearing a jacket, black T-shirt, and tight jeans, was indeed a mainland Chinese woman.
Cheung Tze-keung was someone even the Queen and Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher had their eye on, but ironically, he was teased half to death by a mainland woman who played with him like a cat and a dog, and then he was arrested.
Just then, Cheung Tze-keung suddenly looked terrified and huddled together, saying, "That's..."
Chen Rou turned around and smiled: "That's our hometown, but Brother Qiang, you don't even recognize your hometown anymore, do you?"
Yes, that was his hometown, the place Zhang Ziqiang least wanted to return to. But no, he didn't even want to escape back there. But now, this woman was going to take him back.
Does she want to personally escort him back to the mainland?
...
Leaving aside Zhang Ziqiang's surprise, the yacht suddenly idled, the engine went silent, and it came to a stop.
This is still in the waters off Hong Kong, and the marine police are likely to arrive soon.
Was the yacht damaged, Yue Zhongqi injured, or was there an accident, or was the coast guard stopping the boat?
Chen Rou pulled out another handcuff and secured it to the yacht railing again, not daring to stray far. While holding him at gunpoint, she looked up and called out loudly, "Captain Yue, what happened?" The cockpit was on the second floor.
Yue Zhongqi did not answer, but a whistle sounded from not far away.
Chen Rou turned around in response and discovered that there was another yacht at sea, not far away.
That was the new yacht that Nie Zhao had just bought not long ago. It was still approaching, and Nie Zhao was standing on the deck. But shouldn't he be in the office, taking care of the children? What was he doing here? Also, being at sea at this time of day meant that he should have set off much earlier. Where was his son?
Although Chen Rou doesn't take care of the child herself, she still has high standards for the person who does. But Nie Zhao was wandering on the sea early in the morning. Who was looking after her son? The city was in such a mess, and Yu Guangxu was nowhere to be found. Yet he entrusted his son to someone else. Who was he entrusting him to? Nie Jiayu, that unreliable guy.
But that was just a fleeting thought for Chen Rou, and her anger only lasted for a moment.
As the yacht drew closer, she noticed that Nie Zhao's suit jacket was bulging, as if there was something inside.
After watching for a moment, Chen Rou couldn't help but laugh.
Because a little one was pushing and shoving, pushing his father's suit jacket out in the cold morning wind, revealing a round little face that was red from the cold.
So, is Mr. Nie transforming into a kangaroo mom, stuffing his son directly into his suit?
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