Chen Rou sighed and went back to her bedroom first. She saw the nanny squinting at A Yuan and patted her shoulder, indicating that she should go back to her room to rest. Only then did she turn back, ready to tell Chen Ke about that long-buried past.
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At the same time, Song Yuanchao had just finished eating—or rather, had just finished a massive hemorrhage—and returned.
I can't believe it. The capital city is quite developed, yet he spent over 800 yuan on a single meal.
After all, he had followed Nie Zhao for so many years and had discussed many business matters in private. Song Yuanchao always stood behind Nie Zhao, so he had some experience in doing business.
Yue Zhongqi brought him back, and in the elevator, he wanted to ask about Master Er.
He said, "Do you think we should send some gifts to the key leaders?"
He added, "Don't be so polite. Your master is a wealthy old man, a big landlord, and he's not short of money."
Regarding this matter, Chen Rou had also considered Yue Zhongqi's opinion: "The problems in Hong Kong cannot be solved with money."
But he had a truly unique idea. He laughed and said, "Our boss hasn't seen the 'Young and Dangerous' movie yet, but that movie is really popular in video arcades in mainland China, you know. It's illegal audio-visual material. We can only crack down on it, we can't give it to the leaders. But you can, sir. Let him send a few videotapes."
Song Yuanchao was surprised: "It's that simple, just sending a few videotapes that cost a few dollars?"
Yue Zhongqi said, "Are you stupid? Can you send pirated copies? No, you have to send genuine copies, and deluxe editions at that."
His point was to let the higher-ups understand the culture and core of the Young and Dangerous franchise.
They fight and kill each other, but they value brotherhood, loyalty, and the spirit of punishing evil and promoting good.
After thinking it over carefully, Song Yuanchao thought, "Well, as expected of Captain Yue, at least in my opinion, this idea is indeed quite good."
However, Yue Zhongqi still didn't understand: "What was the point of you treating those drivers to dinner today? There were too many people, so I was too embarrassed to order lobster. I could only order a sturgeon instead. Damn it, it cost 280 yuan! For such a small seafood restaurant, they really dare to charge so much."
Actually, 800 yuan is nothing to Song Yuanchao; Boss Nie would give out five-figure red envelopes.
He invited several drivers to dinner to test their character and discipline, and to investigate their living conditions and income. If there were any good candidates, Chen Rou could use them when she opened her bodyguard company.
That was Nie Tai's business, and it was also Song Zai's business. Moreover, it could help his comrades generate income, so he had to take it seriously.
However, Yue Zhongqi was already a high-ranking leader and would continue working until retirement, so he wouldn't be interested in that. He didn't say anything more and had already stepped out of the elevator. He shook hands with Yue Zhongqi and said, "I won't say any more. See you tomorrow."
Yue Zhongqi had a lot to talk about with him, after all, they had been thoroughly humiliated in the past two months.
I was worried about talking in public, so I wanted to find a private place to chat.
He squeezed Song Yuanchao's hand in return: "You live alone, don't you?"
Song Yuanchao said, "Of course, in these upstairs rooms, even the ambassador's suite has a separate bodyguard room."
Yue Zhongqi, who knew a little about the situation, said, "Our Miss Chen won't call you at night, so I need to chat with you for a while."
Song Yuanchao looked at his phone; it had roaming functionality and could also answer calls.
He also wanted to talk to Yue Zhongqi, but felt a little apologetic: "Miss Yue has asked me for something and has already urged me twice."
Yue Zhongqi raised his hands abruptly, looking as if he had just realized something: "I'm so sorry, I forgot about that."
He added, "You work so hard, providing services day and night. Go on, and remember to eat a hygiene candy. Be careful not to offend people with your strong garlic and onion smell."
In Hong Kong, who eats chewing gum? If you've ever eaten something with a strong smell, you eat chewing gum.
Song Yuanchao was well aware of the need to provide services to the picky Boss Nie, and he always carried chewing gum with him.
But after peeling a piece of chewing gum and watching Yue Zhongqi walk to the end of the corridor, then turn around and peek out again, grinning mischievously, Song Yuanchao felt something was off as he rang the doorbell.
Today, A-Yuan played in the snow and had a snowball fight with his mother. He's still fine.
But as soon as Nie Han opened the door, her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she fell straight towards Song Yuanchao.
Song Yuanchao pulled her into his arms and touched her head, asking, "Miss, do you have a fever?"
He added, "Wait here, I'll have the staff bring up some fever reducers right away."
Nie Han wrapped her arms around Song Yuanchao's neck and said, "I'm so cold. Touch my hands, they're almost frozen off."
Song Yuanchao touched her hand, and it was indeed ice-cold.
But when he touched her forehead again, it was burning hot. He said, "Miss, you have a fever from the cold. Lie down quickly."
She had never experienced such cold weather before, and after being in a drafty car the whole way, she caught a cold.
These hotels usually provide basic cold medicine; just mix one dose, drink it, and sweat it out, and you'll be fine.
However, people who have a fever due to frostbite cannot feel heat. Nie Han felt something was wrong: "But I'm cold, I'm so cold."
Song Yuanchao thought for a moment, then unbuttoned his shirt and warmed her icy, stone-like hands to his chest: "Are you still cold?"
Nie Han's hands were warm, but her feet were freezing. She had been shivering on the bed, and now her feet were curled up: "My feet are cold, they hurt so much."
It's no wonder Nie Zhao was worried; people like them who live in constant-temperature environments really can't stand the cold wind.
While looking at the phone, Song Yuanchao was anxiously wondering why the service staff hadn't delivered the medicine yet.
His two large hands were warm as he covered Nie Han's feet: "Now, do you feel a little better?"
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