In fact, Battalion Commander Zhao, through a glimpse while on official duty, was also surprised by the Nie family's wealth and the fact that his goddess's well-known, richest husband was different from what he had imagined.
He was a completely different kind of man from any of the men Battalion Commander Zhao had ever seen. How should I put it? He was pampered and needed help even to put on his shoes. Moreover, his hands were so delicate and soft, and at first glance, he seemed to have a gentle personality as well.
He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After all, in his opinion, a woman who could take down three James Bonds in the basement of the Tamar without firing a single shot, using only a knife, should be matched with a man who was even more outstanding than her.
But of course, today is a big day, and he's very busy. He still has several guests to invite, so he has to get back to work.
Colonel Rango's little scheme was tacitly approved by the Governor's Office and the Prime Minister.
How should I put it? In essence, it is a direct manifestation of the power struggle between the British government and the royal family.
The royal family has not yet given up its ambition for expansion, wanting to continue the glory of the British Empire. However, the government, especially the currently ruling Labour Party, representing ordinary people, wants to cut the expensive military spending and has pushed for the apology from the royal family.
Of course, they didn't want the apology to have too much of an impact. It was just an internal power struggle; they just wanted to make the royal family suffer a setback, which wouldn't affect the government's reputation. That's why it was delayed for almost a hundred days, and Colonel Rango is only now going to appear on television.
Chen Rou was dressed in a formal suit. Although she knew that guests would not be allowed to enter until nine o'clock, she arrived at the TV station building at eight o'clock.
A-Yuan only needs her to hold him; he doesn't need to take up a chair. He's dressed formally and follows his mother around.
Today, Ah Hui accompanied Chen Rou and her son. Seeing that Chen Rou was about to get out of the car, he said, "Madam, why don't you wait in the car?"
At eight o'clock, the TV station staff had just started their shift and were gradually walking in.
Before the recording begins, staff members will set up signs and guide the guests who come to participate.
Chen Rou is a person of status, after all. It wouldn't be appropriate for her to go in too early and just sit in the lobby.
But after looking out the window for a while, she said, "You go park the car, I'll go in first."
Just then, a Bentley quietly drove up, and a large group of people got out—some in wheelchairs, some with umbrellas, some opening car doors. Several passing employees stopped and bowed.
Chen Rou got out of the car carrying her son, hurried a few steps, and called out loudly, "Lord?"
It was Sir Li, who was also the largest shareholder of the television station. His eyesight was failing, and he only smiled and reached out his hand when his assistant said it was Mrs. Nie: "Mrs. Zhao, it's still early, isn't it? You've arrived so early?"
As they were talking, several more British command vehicles arrived in a flash, and a group of British lieutenant colonels in crisp uniforms entered the building.
Since Chen Rou had arrived, she naturally went into the elevator with Sir Li and asked, "Are you also participating in the recording today?"
His assistant answered the question: "The Lord is not feeling well, he will only take one turn and will not participate in the recording."
Once they met, Lord Li, as usual, inquired about Nie Rong's illness and asked how things were going.
For the wealthy elderly men in Hong Kong, Nie Rong was a thorn in their side, something that made them feel choked up.
Because Hong Kong has been experiencing a series of major events in the past two years, constantly making headlines in global media, and the handover was an even more historic event of the century, it is normal for Nie Rong, as the first Hong Kong businessman to be asked about the mainland, to be ranked first.
But if he had passed away last year, then the Nie family would have to be ranked lower, since Nie Zhao and his wife were too young.
But he said whether he hiccups or not, he's taking up a spot. What if he hiccups before the return? Would Chen Rou have to sit in the middle? The middle position?
Chen Rou said with a smile, "The hospital said my father was in very good condition yesterday and should be able to recover by returning home."
Lord Li said with a smile, "It's good that it can be restored. It's a historic event, and he should have been there."
Of course, the old man had an office. When Chen Rou arrived, the staff offered her tea and snacks, but the old man also had a small meeting to attend to. After arranging for someone to take good care of Chen Rou, he was ushered away by the staff.
Chen Rou took the opportunity of drinking tea to inquire about the situation and learned that today's special live broadcast was on the 7th floor, in Recording Hall No. 6. She made an excuse to go to the toilet but went straight up to the 7th floor and found Recording Hall No. 6.
The TV station's recording studios are only opened at certain times. Right now, only the No. 3 recording studio for the "Morning News" is occupied, and the door is tightly closed. The other studios are all dark, and their doors are open.
Chen Rou went for a walk around the recording studio.
Ah Yuan asked in a small voice, "Mom, what's this, jue or something?"
Chen Rou's voice was also low: "We'll be here in a little while to watch an old soldier give a speech."
As Ah Yuan gave a soft "oh," Chen Rou opened the side door and went straight into the broadcast room.
The lights in the recording studio were off. She fumbled to turn them on, glanced around, and Ah Yuan said, "Xu, there's silver!"
He didn't know why, but when he heard footsteps, he would alert his mother.
Chen Rou quickly turned off the lights and closed the small door. Before she could say anything, A Yuan said, "xu~"
It was already 8:35. With a series of footsteps, several people escorted Lieutenant Colonel Wali into the broadcast room through another door. Chen Rou listened with her eyes closed. It was the staff explaining the principles of various broadcasts to Lieutenant Colonel Wali.
As the group was talking, they heard another burst of hurried footsteps in the corridor.
The studio was pitch black, with only a faint light coming in from outside. Ah Yuan exclaimed, "Oh? Is someone else here?"
He then put his arms around his mother's neck, because with a bang, the broadcast room door was pushed open.
Another group of people arrived, and the director switched to Mandarin: "Hello, sir."
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