The mysterious soldiers who have reportedly been secretly trained on the mainland for two years will be represented at the Governor's House tonight. What will they be like, and how will they communicate with the British generals?
Ordinary people can watch it on television, but celebrities and businessmen can watch it live.
For money, Nie Zhao, whose waist is more flexible than a ballet dancer's, is the only celebrity in Hong Kong to have ever had a "mainland spy," yet he didn't attend the event today, which many people found strange.
It's unclear whether the South China Sea authorities will have any thoughts on this, but Nie Zhao has made a particularly thoughtful arrangement: he will take his son to the hospital in a grand and ostentatious manner to visit his sick father.
That makes perfect sense.
Chen Rou had, of course, told Nie Zhao about her search for that top agent. She also said that she wanted to choose an outfit that would attract everyone's attention the moment she appeared, making everyone feel honored to talk to her and eager to stand with her and capture her image.
Nie Zhao estimated it would be a rather revealing evening gown, because he has always been quite daring when choosing dresses for her. A good figure needs to be shown off, and she always accepts it gladly. Her aesthetic sense is also very good.
Perfect timing, today he can also see how good her own clothing selection skills really are.
He was playing with his little tricycle in the foyer with his son, who was wearing the same color and style of suit as him.
It was the one that Ah Yuan brought back from the mainland. Ah Yuan would row it over the dining room and living room, then suddenly brake and drift in the foyer, stopping in front of him for a moment before taking a stroll around.
Even Chen Rou is not immune to this; when she needs to dress up, it takes quite a long time.
Listening to the muffled motorcycle noises coming from A Yuan's mouth, Nie Zhao, bored, opened the proposal in his hand.
Hearing the clatter of high heels, well, he looked up, and regardless of whether she looked beautiful or not, he was bound to compliment her.
But when he looked up, his smile turned into suspicion, because it was Nie Jiajun who came down, wearing a big black T-shirt that he didn't know where he had found, a baseball cap, and a small mustache, looking dirty and slovenly.
Nie Zhao was disgusted, A Yuan was drifting, Nie Jiajun clicked his tongue, and as the hem of his cheongsam swayed down, the heels of his shoes tapped lightly on the marble floor. Nie Zhao also stopped breathing instantly.
He hadn't expected it to be a cheongsam, nor had he imagined that his wife's entire demeanor would change when she wore one. Her temperament, clothing, and behavior had always been like that of a young man, and he thought her temperament didn't suit a cheongsam.
But no, when that youthful spirit was covered by the cheongsam, all that remained of her was her deep-rooted femininity, and the sharpness in her eyes was perfectly suppressed by the dark green, turning into a slightly charming and dignified look. The whole set of emeralds, from her hair ornaments to her necklace, earrings, bracelets, and brooches, made her seem as if she had traveled through history and come from the Republic of China era.
But the matching brown Chanel handbag she carried, a new style that matched her shoes, was the perfect finishing touch, making her look much more fashionable.
If such a lady were to stand before him, Nie Zhao would say that if she were willing to accompany him to a dinner party, he would do his utmost to show his gentlemanly side.
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