While I'm in Hong Kong, I'll inform Wang Weibao.
If Andy Lau and Zou Wenjuan don't have any concerts in the next few months, they will return to Hong Kong.
We need to prepare songs for the Spring Festival Gala and the Super Bowl, and also prepare for their participation in the Grammys.
Look, they all happened in February of 1987.
Wang Weibao received a call from Xing Baohua some time ago and started preparing to return to China. He hasn't finished making arrangements there yet, so he'll be back a few days later.
Then I got another call from Xing Baohua. Oh well, I'll go back with Hua Zai and Zou Wenjuan.
Andy Lau has no performances scheduled for the time being, and Zou Wenjuan has a concert to attend, so they can only issue an announcement to apologize and postpone it.
When they returned, Xing Baohua took time out of her schedule to spend time with Prince Alwaleed.
The two chatted happily, like old friends.
They even went fishing at sea; Xing Baohua didn't have a luxury yacht, so he had to borrow one.
The group of second-generation shareholders may not have much else, but they have plenty of luxury cars and yachts.
A chef, bodyguards, and beautiful women—they're all provided.
Upon arriving at the dock, Xing Baohua saw a group of bikinis, wondering who had arranged it.
Desert Lords are a conservative group of people.
Would bikinis and alcohol be considered heretical?
If it weren't for the presence of this conservative prince, Xing Baohua would have really enjoyed looking at those long legs.
It's not appropriate to let these bikini-clad women leave now. What are a bunch of grown men doing on a luxury yacht? Fishing?
Tell someone to find more bed sheets and wrap them all up.
Should I wrap my head?
Never mind, I'll get some more pillowcases, just in case.
The girls were initially very happy.
Seeing the bed sheets and pillowcases, I thought they would have sex right there after we went out to sea!
The sun was so hot, and the deck was scorching. At least something could insulate it from the heat.
Xing Baohua didn't know who had invited this group of girls.
The women in bikinis, draped in bedsheets, happily boarded the boat.
Xing Baohua and Prince Alwaleed attracted the attention of many girls after getting out of the car.
In their minds, princes are out of the question; they can't catch them.
But Xing Baohua! Why bother fishing?
After the ship set sail, Xing Baohua stayed with Alwaleed.
The prince also had a little red wine and champagne.
She didn't let the girls come over to keep her company either; Xing Baohua was playing mobile payment for the prince.
He hopes that a similar system can be implemented in the desert.
Both Citibank and Huahong Bank can operate in concert.
The desert prince was very interested in these matters.
He said he would push for this if the Hong Kong model could be successfully implemented, and that the surrounding desert countries would also be included.
Then he asked Xing Baohua what he thought of the real estate market in the United States.
Xing Baohua had no idea, but still cautiously said, "Be careful when speculating on real estate."
“There will always be risks. I’ve already prepared the funds to buy the Empire and the Twin Towers.” The Desert Prince said, taking a cigar offered by his attendant, taking a puff, and then turning to Xing Baohua, he said, “Would you like to invest?”
"Forget it, I'm planning to short the Japanese real estate market soon. Are you sure you want to buy property in the US? You'd better buy several insurance policies. Don't buy anything that doesn't cover force majeure events," Xing Baohua kindly advised.
"Okay, thank you for your suggestion."
Xing Baohua tilted her head and thought for a moment, wondering if she had advised him too early.
Forget it, this guy's got plenty of money. Buying it for a few more years won't hurt him, and who knows, he might even make a fortune when he gets a claim later?
Logically speaking, going out to sea, enjoying the breeze, and seeing beautiful women—shouldn't one be having a good time?
Just wandering around in solitude.
Xing Baohua talked with the desert prince for more than two hours as soon as he boarded the ship.
Several investment projects were finalized.
The girls who boarded the ship didn't flaunt their fancy clothes. They then returned to the dock, draped in bedsheets the entire time.
I wonder how many times they cursed that old hag in their hearts!
After disembarking and dropping the Desert Prince off at his hotel, Xing Baohua returned to the company. Upon going upstairs, she unexpectedly encountered Liang Zai.
It's said to be incredibly popular right now.
A sad and melancholic album sold so well that the factories that produced the CDs were practically smoking.
They have assistants, and even a nanny car when they go out.
When Liangzai saw Xing Baohua, he ran over excitedly to greet her.
"Hello, Mr. Xing!"
"Liangzi, I heard you're doing quite well lately!" Xing Baohua joked.
"Thank you for the promotion, Mr. Xing. Do you have time? I'd like to treat you to a meal as a token of my gratitude." Liang Zai took the opportunity to get closer to Xing Baohua, perhaps hoping that more meals together would improve their relationship.
"I haven't had time lately! I'll treat you when I have a chance! Oh, by the way, my brother said there's a gathering for people from your circle, who organized it?"
After hearing Xing Baohua's words, Liang Zai's eyes widened as if he didn't know anything.
I was really stumped by the question.
He's not qualified for that kind of high-profile circle. At best, he's a minor celebrity. If Xing Baohua hadn't given him a song for an album, he'd still be doing odd jobs and barely making ends meet.
"Should I ask someone?"
Xing Baohua waved his hand and said, "Never mind. The person who copied the score last time was good; he didn't come with you this time!"
Liangzai, whose face lit up slightly, thought that Xing Baohua was going to compose another song for him. He quickly told his assistant, "Call Mingzai over. Mr. Xing has something to do here."
Upon receiving the order, the assistant quickly grabbed his phone and began making contact.
The elevator arrived, and Xing Baohua went in first. Liang Zai and his group followed.
I also helped Xing Baohua press the floor number.
Xing Baohua looked around at everyone and asked Liang Zai, "Where's your manager?"
“He’s helping me with some things, he’ll come over later!” Liang replied.
The assistant was still dialing her phone at that moment.
With a hint of anxiety on his face, he pressed the keys repeatedly.
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