Nie Yao was not only not stupid, but he was also a military journalist who analyzed the international situation, and he could see everything clearly.
He said, "You've invested 30% of your business in mainland China, especially Nie's Electronics. Its computers and mobile phones have already captured the end-user market, and its prospects are comparable to the whole of Europe. Can you really give it up?"
Nie Zhao said, "But in ocean shipping, we need to invest 40%, and it is global. If we choose one side, it means war. And if we side with the mainland, it means giving up the global market."
Nie Yao sneered again, then let out a soft sigh: "So you mean the survival of the Nie family depends entirely on me?"
He then said in a low voice, "But the Nie family is yours. What does it have to do with me? Why should I help you?"
Nie Zhao said, “You are not helping me, but promoting peace between the two places and the smooth return of the two places. That is what you must do because you are a gentleman, you are open and honest, you regard money as dirt, and you hope for world peace.”
These words sounded very nice, almost like excessive praise, but Nie Yao was extremely angry: "You're mocking me."
They had arrived at the doorstep. The security personnel saw the boss return on the surveillance camera in the distance. Just then, they opened the gate, and the Bentley and the old Mercedes following closely behind silently entered the underground parking garage.
Nie Zhao said, "If you are sincere, you won't feel that I am being sarcastic. If you feel that I am being sarcastic, then leave Huo Qi quietly without saying goodbye. You are not worthy of his five years of searching."
Nie Yao was on the beach at that moment, the beach that was reserved for the special police team's exclusive training.
Huo Qi wasn't beside him; he was far away, arm wrestling with the Russian guy who had been stolen from the hospital by Yue Zhongqi.
It's a tradition of the SWAT team that if outsiders come, they're invited to have some beer, some edamame and peanuts, and then have an arm wrestling match.
It has to be said, Huo Qi won every single one of his arguments, but it's also possible that everyone was letting him win.
Because Mao Zige's right hand had undergone debridement surgery and was bandaged, Huo Qi tried to bend it three times with his left hand. Moreover, Mao Zige was sitting still, while Huo Qi tried to bend it while standing, bending over, and using both hands, but he just couldn't bend it.
Amidst a sudden burst of laughter, Maozi was lifted up by a group of young people and ran wildly on the beach.
Huo Qi, whose hair was almost completely white, stood still with his hands on his hips. He was smiling, but suddenly turned around to look at Nie Yao.
Nie Yao raised his beer, took a sip, sniffed, and then called his editor to ask for leave.
He could deceive everyone, but he couldn't fool Nie Zhao's shrewd and ruthless eyes; he would eventually be seen through.
Yes, he wasn't that sincere at first. He only started reading like crazy and learning about the origins of the ICPOs after he discovered that Chen Rou had special feelings for the mainland and those ICPOs.
He was also skeptical and questioning at the time, and he wanted to find loopholes to attack them.
But no, he watched "The Long March," "The Hundred Regiments Offensive," and "The Liberation of Beiping." What he saw was the history of the indomitable struggle of the people at the bottom of a suffering nation.
So he started writing articles and later joined the military newspaper. To say he was pure is not true. He actually had neither ambition nor backbone. Although he pretended to be indifferent to everything, he knew that Chen Rou was no longer the same person she used to be.
But he still wanted to see approval and appreciation in her eyes, and he still liked the special enthusiasm she showed him.
Secretly, he knew that it would make Nie Zhao very unhappy, but the more unhappy Nie Zhao was, the happier he would be.
During his first few months in the Philippines, Nie Yao was filled with resentment over one thing: in the vast country of Hong Kong, among tens of millions of people, not a single person cared about his life or death, or even his existence. Everyone was spineless and a slave to money; human rights, civic dignity, and self-respect were all meaningless to him.
The sky over Hong Kong is a giant hand made of gold, and it is also Nie Zhao's hand.
He seized power, and he controlled everything.
But at that very moment, the man standing in the distance, smiling at Nie Yao, was a man with graying temples at only thirty-five or thirty-six. Nie Yao had no relation to him, and they had never even met before. Yet, he was the only person in all of Hong Kong who dared to go against Nie Zhao and persistently pursue Nie Yao, searching for him for five whole years without ever giving up.
If we don't stand up and save him, in Nie Zhao's words, Nie Yao's public image will collapse.
But perhaps there was an element of pretense involved; more than anything, it was to attract Chen Rou's attention in order to annoy Nie Zhao.
But things are different now. Hong Kong is so big, how can it only have one tough nut to crack? Nie Yao wants to be the second one.
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