On weekend evenings, the Li family’s ancestral home in Mid-Levels is brightly lit, with even colorful lights hanging outside the walls.
There was a sentry every ten steps and a guard every five steps along the way. Xie Wan sighed as he sat in the car: "This is the first time I've discovered that the police force in Hong Kong is so abundant."
Chen Ziqiang sat in the passenger seat, took out his pipe, rubbed it but didn't light it, smacked his lips and said, "They all received red envelopes from the Li family, so of course they are motivated to do things. The people who came tonight are either rich or noble, and the inspector is also afraid of something going wrong."
Chen Baoluo was sitting next to Xie Wan, nodding his head. He looked very pitiful. Xie Wan pointed at him and asked Chen Ziqiang, "Will he make a fool of himself later?"
Chen Ziqiang looked back at Chen Baoluo with mixed feelings, and said with some sympathy: "Since the first day you stepped into the office, I haven't seen him leave work. Young man, you can hold on!"
Xie Wan placed his finger on Chen Baoluo's pulse and felt relieved when he determined that there was nothing serious wrong with his body.
Before getting off the car, Xie Wan stuffed a homemade "heart pill" into Chen Baoluo's mouth to wake him up.
As soon as he got off the car, Chen Baoluo immediately became energetic. He leaned his back slightly, half bent his arms and asked Xie Wan to hold his arm.
Xie Wan smiled and put her hand on him. When she stood up, she happened to look into Chen Baoluo's deep blue eyes. She quickly avoided his gaze and asked, "Paul, are you really going to declare war on Lihe tonight?"
Chen Baoluo winked slyly: "The sword of justice will always be wielded for justice. This is a duel between Zhenhua and Li. God's judgment should be fair and just. A duel between knights should submit a letter of challenge in advance."
Xie Wan couldn't quite understand Chen Baoluo's train of thought, but Xie Wan respected the culture of chivalry and felt that it was closer to our chivalrous spirit. As long as the goal could be achieved, Xie Wan didn't care what method Chen Baoluo used.
Both Chen Ziqiang and Chen Baoluo showed their invitations, and Xie Wan was allowed in as their female companion.
Tonight, Xie Wan's identity is Chen Ziqiang's niece, Xie Chunhua, a young woman who came from the countryside in the mainland and has not seen much of the world.
The reason why such a vulgar name was used started from the first time Xie Wan came to Hong Kong City three years ago.
At that time, Chu Jiangnan, for some unknown reason, gave her several alternate identities, including one called Xie Chunhua.
Xie Wan also used this name when he bought those plots of land.
When Chu Jiangnan was transferred from the Sichuan Special Service Team, Xie Wan specifically asked Chu Jiangnan to erase all information about this fake identity.
Xie Wan touched his face.
Normally, it is best for pregnant women not to wear makeup, but in order to conceal her identity as much as possible, Xie Wan put on heavy makeup tonight. She wore a custom-made dress by Eddie, the most popular designer in Hong Kong recently. With her bloated figure, she indeed had a bit of the temperament of the northern rich man when she was shooting the land.
The servants of the Li family led the way for them. Li He's son Li Bin was welcoming the guests. When he saw Chen Ziqiang, he nodded politely and made a gesture of invitation.
The two had met in the business world, but were not too familiar with each other.
In Libin's eyes, although Chen Ziqiang is the boss of Zhenhua, his importance is not enough for him to personally deal with.
Chen Baoluo whispered in Xie Wan's ear: "Boss, he actually despises you.
Even though your assets are comparable to those of the Li family, in the eyes of these Hong Kong tycoons, your Zhenhua is just an ant. "
Xie Wan was not provoked by him and replied in the same low voice: "Hello, ant. I like the story of the ant swallowing the elephant."
A buffet was set up on the wide lawn, and many guests were already standing by the musical fountain, socializing in groups of three or five, holding cocktails.
There were many guests coming tonight, most of them brought their female companions, so Xie Wan was not conspicuous standing in the crowd.
Chen Ziqiang saw an acquaintance and asked Xie Wan for his opinion: "Boss, Mr. Shao is over there. I want to go over and say hello. Do you want me to introduce you to each other?"
There was a Shaw Building in the university where Xie Wan studied in her previous life. She couldn't help but look up at this philanthropist who donated up to 4.75 billion Hong Kong dollars to the domestic education industry. She felt respect and shook her head slightly: "You go, I won't go."
After Chen Ziqiang left, Chen Baoluo said to Xie Wan: "Shaw Brothers also has shares in TVB. If we acquire TVB, I'm afraid we will eventually have a battle with Shaw Brothers."
Xie Wan shook his head, “If it was Shaw, there would be no need to fight, we could just work together.
Let Lao Chen talk to Mr. Shao. We are willing to hand over the management rights of TVB to Mr. Shao. We believe that he can lead TVB on the right track. We, Zhenhua, will only cooperate and will not interfere with the operation of TVB. "
Paul Chen was surprised: "Boss, then what's the point of you taking over TVB?"
Xie Wan smiled faintly and said, “The era of paper media will eventually pass, and for a long time in the future, television will become the main carrier of public opinion.
Not only TVB, when I have the ability, you can help me to invest in mainstream media around the world, so that we can have more say, this is my goal."
Chen Baoluo looked thoughtful, "Boss, you are indeed more than just a businessman."
When Xie Wan first bought Hong Kong's mainstream print media, it was only out of the simple idea of protecting a good man.
Later, she gradually realized that she could do more by using the media.
At least she can ensure that the media under her control will not output the traitor culture and Western cancer that would corrupt the next generation every day.
Xie Wan also saw an acquaintance.
The old but strong Guo Desheng was walking towards Chen Ziqiang, and the two of them started to exchange pleasantries.
"Mr. Chen, you Zhenhua can't always eat alone. In Shatin, we, Xinhongji, also want to invest in a hotel. How about we cooperate?"
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