"What's wrong, Yunyun?"
"Nothing." Su Qingyun withdrew his gaze imperceptibly, frowned, and leaned to the side imperceptibly, "Dad, let's eat faster."
"What's the hurry?" Su Aimin asked curiously.
"It's my first time in Pengcheng, so I want to go shopping early."
"Okay, okay, let's leave after eating." Su Aimin didn't think much about it.
The young man didn't notice the father and daughter at the next table. He looked at the middle-aged man and whispered, "Third Master, this time for this project, the Zheng family..."
"Eat first, and we'll talk after you finish eating." The Third Master interrupted him, "Order whatever you want."
"Yes." The young man stopped talking and took a pair of chopsticks himself.
"How does this boiled chicken taste?" asked the Third Master.
The young man tasted it and said, "It's not bad, but there are better restaurants in Hong Kong."
"Yes, there are better ones." San Ye sighed, "But in my memory, the taste of this store is the best. It hasn't changed after all these years."
The young man was silent. He knew that the Third Master was from the mainland and had unusual feelings for this place.
"Is it true that as we get older, we all like to reminisce about the past?" The Third Master twirled the sandalwood bracelet in his hand, his eyes drifting away. "I still remember that over 30 years ago, when I was traveling from Pengcheng to Gangcheng, I had white-cut chicken at this very restaurant. I've remembered the taste for years."
"When I arrived in Hong Kong, I followed others around to make a living, but I kept thinking about the taste of this white-cut chicken. Later, I tried all the restaurants in Hong Kong, big and small, but I couldn't find the white-cut chicken tasted like this restaurant. I always felt that the taste of this restaurant was the best."
"But when I finally ate it today, I realized that it wasn't that this restaurant tasted the best, but that this white-cut chicken had long been ingrained in my memory. This wasn't the dish I was thinking of."
The young man lowered his eyes. The Third Master was not thinking about this dish, but about the mainland.
In the past two years, Hong Kong has been suppressing them, and their "Sun Yee On" has lost a lot of power. In addition, with the current policies of the mainland and reform and opening up, the mainland now has the most cheap labor, vast land and rich resources. That's why San Ye suggested to the society at this time to shift the focus of the society, whitewash the companies under its name, and do business in the mainland.
Only in this way can we preserve the society to the greatest extent and allow it to go further.
"Yunyun, have you finished eating? Let's go after you finish eating." Su Aimin said.
"good."
After the father and daughter paid the bill, they stood up. The sound of the stool jerking finally made the young man turn his head to take a look. With just this one glance, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Qingyun's back with interest in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" The Third Master looked at him with a smile, "Are you attracted to that girl?"
"No, Third Master." The young man said quickly, "The girl just now is the little girl I mentioned to you two years ago."
"What little girl?" It had been so long that the Third Master couldn't remember for a moment.
"It's the group of people from the Chinese Academy of Sciences who came to Hong Kong City last time. Didn't I tell you that there was a little girl among them who immediately saw through our origins and identities? That little girl is the one we just saw."
The Third Master thought about the little girl who had just handed him the chopsticks and smiled, "That's a coincidence."
"Indeed." The young man also felt it was a coincidence.
The young man was none other than Chen Musheng, the member of the "Sun Yee On" whom Su Qingyun met in Hong Kong last time.
Su Qingyun didn't expect to meet this person again. She recognized him at first sight. This place was full of good and bad people. In order to avoid trouble, she had to leave as soon as possible.
"We're here, Yunyun." Su Aimin stopped and pointed ahead, saying, "Look, right ahead is the largest market in Pengcheng."
Su Qingyun looked up and saw that the huge market seemed to have no end in sight. There were dense crowds of people and a variety of colorful stalls. If he looked at it for a few more seconds, his eyes would be tired.
"Let's go." Su Aimin said excitedly, because the world ahead was his.
"good."
Over there, the Third Master finally finished the plate of boiled chicken, and Chen Musheng paid the bill.
"Let's go and meet our opponent this time."
The corners of the Third Master's mouth curved up, but there was no smile in his eyes.
The mainland is where he comes from, and he will not allow anyone to compete with him on this land.
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