Chapter 472 You made the colonel ride in a truck?
As soon as the family stepped out of the gate, a young man wearing a plaid suit and with slicked-back hair came to greet them.
He was followed by two bodyguards wearing sunglasses and a black Mercedes-Benz sedan.
The man had a cigar dangling from his mouth, sunglasses perched on his nose, and his chin held high as he looked at people, as if he wanted to see the road through his nostrils.
"Is this Dr. Su from the mainland?"
The young man took off his sunglasses, looked Su Yue up and down, his gaze lingering on her simple white shirt and black trousers for a couple of seconds before letting out a cryptic sneer. "I am Lin Yaozu, and Lin Zhihong is my uncle. My uncle is unwell and specifically asked me to pick you all up."
Lin Yaozu.
The eldest grandson of a collateral branch of the Lin family, a typical second-generation rich kid.
This kid is the most energetic one among the collateral branches of the Lin family, always dreaming of inheriting the family business.
“Mr. Lin.” Su Yue nodded slightly, her expression calm.
"Where's your luggage?" Lin Yaozu glanced at the military green canvas bag in Gu Beichen's hand, his disdain deepening. "Is that all you have? Well, the mainland is still in the midst of a political movement, so you probably don't have anything decent to wear."
He waved his hand, as if shooing away flies: "Get in the car. But this Mercedes is brand new, it can't fit so many people. Um..." He pointed to Gu Beichen and the child, "You guys go sit in that minibus in the back, it's for hauling goods, it's spacious."
This is a blatant show of force.
They wanted to separate Su Yue's family and make a dignified senior colonel ride in a cargo truck.
Gu Beichen didn't move.
He stood there, his tall frame blocking the sea breeze, his deep eyes coldly locking onto Lin Yaozu, like two sharp blades being drawn from their sheaths.
The temperature around us seemed to drop several degrees instantly.
Lin Yaozu felt uneasy under their gaze, and the cigar in his hand trembled, dropping ash: "What...what are you looking at? This is the custom in Hong Kong! I only came to pick you up because of my uncle, don't be ungrateful..."
"Your reputation is something you earn yourself, not something given to you by others."
Su Yue pulled Gu Beichen back from his outburst and squeezed his hand reassuringly.
She turned her head and looked at Lin Yaozu, her face bearing that signature harmless smile.
"Young Master Lin, since there's not enough room in the car, then we won't trouble you."
"Isn't that troublesome?" Lin Yaozu seemed to have heard a joke. "Dr. Su, this is Tsim Sha Tsui, twenty kilometers away from the Lin family mansion. How do you plan to get there? Walk? Or swim?"
He burst into exaggerated laughter, and the bodyguards behind him joined in with their own laughter.
"drop--!"
A deep and authoritative car horn suddenly shattered the noise of the dock.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
The special passageway at the dock exit slowly opened.
One, two, three... a total of six black Rolls-Royce Phantoms lined up in a long queue, driving in silently and domineeringly.
The golden Spirit of Ecstasy emblem on the hood of the car dazzled the eyes in the sunlight.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
In Hong Kong, only the Governor of Hong Kong and the Fok family, who control half of the city's shipping, can afford to put on such a show.
The convoy came to a steady stop in front of Su Yue.
The door of the first car opened, and an elderly man in a tuxedo, with gray hair but a sprightly spirit, stepped out.
He wore white gloves, held a walking stick, and walked steadily to Su Yue.
Then, to Lin Yaozu's astonishment, the Huo family's head butler bowed deeply at a perfect 90-degree angle.
"Miss, son-in-law."
The old butler straightened up, a respectful and kind smile on his face. "The old master is waiting at home. He specially asked me to bring the convoy over. He said the Lin family's cars are too small and inadequate, and he was afraid they would be a disservice to the young master and young lady."
Lin Yaozu's sunglasses fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered.
Young Miss?
How did this country bumpkin doctor from mainland China become Fok Chun-wah's granddaughter?
"Uncle Fu, thank you for your trouble." Su Yue smiled and helped the old butler up. "How is Grandpa's health?"
"They're doing great, but they keep saying they want to hold their great-grandchildren." Uncle Fu glanced at Gu Ping'an and Gu Ningjing, his face crinkling with laughter. "Oh my, these must be the young master and young lady, right? So handsome! They look like figures from a magazine."
With a wave of his hand, Uncle Fu immediately stepped forward, respectfully took the canvas bag from Gu Beichen's hand, and carefully placed it into the velvet-lined trunk.
The movement made it seem as if what was inside wasn't old clothes, but a fragile antique.
"Young Master Lin."
Su Yue turned around, looked at Lin Yaozu, who was still in a daze with a pale face, and pointed to the lonely Mercedes. "It seems that this car is indeed not suitable for carrying passengers. You should keep it for yourself."
After saying that, she took Gu Ningjing's hand and gracefully got into the extended Rolls-Royce.
Gu Beichen followed behind, carrying his son.
Before getting into the car, he paused slightly and glanced at Lin Yaozu.
There were no words spoken.
There was only a cold, oppressive back view.
Lin Yaozu felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
The convoy sped away, leaving behind only exhaust fumes and mocking glances from passersby.
The interior of the Rolls-Royce is as spacious as a small living room, with soft and comfortable leather seats, and a small refrigerator in the middle stocked with Ramune soda.
Gu Ping'an leaned against the car window, watching the street scene rushing by outside, her little mouth pouting: "Mom, that person was so annoying, like a toad."
"A toad trying to eat swan meat, but it's a shame it broke its teeth." Su Yue helped her son unscrew the cap of his soda bottle. "That kind of person deserves to be taught a lesson. Ignore him, he's beneath you."
“But I want to shoot him.” Gu Pingan made a shooting gesture.
“Violence can’t solve all problems.” Gu Beichen pressed his son’s hand down. “But it can deal with the people who create the problems. However, here, that’s the last resort.”
He turned to look at Su Yue: "It seems this trip to Hong Kong will not be peaceful."
“Some people don’t want us to have peace, but that’s because they haven’t figured out the situation yet.” Su Yue leaned back in her chair and took out a delicate little glass bottle from her bag.
The bottle had no label and contained a pale blue cream that refracted a dreamy sheen in the sunlight.
Eternal Light.
"Lin Zhihong invited me here this time not only to thank me for saving his life, but more importantly for this." Su Yue shook the bottle. "Lin Group's financial report last year was terrible, and they urgently need a new blockbuster product to revive the market."
And now, the most coveted "hot item" in the entire Hong Kong socialite circle is in her hands.
The convoy did not go directly to the Huo family's Mid-Levels mansion, but instead detoured to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Central.
Lin Zhihong booked an entire floor there as a temporary place for Su Yue's family, and also the venue for tonight's welcome banquet.
As soon as you enter the lobby, a luxurious perfume scent hits you.
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