Two days later, on the eve of Wen Mo and the others' departure from Hong Kong.
Luo Qingming came to find Lin Xiaoxiao carrying a small suitcase. After entering the house, he casually put the suitcase on the table, sat down, took a sip of water, and then spoke.
“If I hadn’t stopped her, Mom would have made me bring all her jewelry to you.”
Lin Xiaoxiao opened the box and fell silent.
"Is this the result after you stopped them?" She pointed to a small box full of precious jewelry.
Even if you wear a different one every day, it would still take a month to wear it.
She remembered telling Luo Qingming that she only needed one or two pieces, just enough to show off.
Luo Qingming glanced down, a smile in her eyes, "You know, Mom has always felt guilty towards us."
Because I feel guilty, I want to make amends.
Forget about these few pieces of jewelry, if Lin Xiaoxiao just asked, she could buy the entire Hong Kong City Centre building for her.
Lin Xiaoxiao's brows relaxed slightly. "Okay, please say thank you for me."
They were going to the border to complete the procedures for entering the mainland early tomorrow morning. Luo Qingming chatted with her for a while before leaving.
Before leaving, he reminded Lin Xiaoxiao to be careful.
Lin Xiaoxiao waved her hand, "I know, I know."
Ever since this kid found out he was the older brother, he's been like a salted fish that's turned over, often lecturing her in the tone of an older brother.
Lin Xiaoxiao prefers being the older sister to being the younger sister.
How wonderful it would be if I could boss my younger brother around without any guilt.
Unfortunately, she wasn't destined to be an older sister.
After sighing inwardly, Lin Xiaoxiao completely gave up.
It's okay if she's my sister. It's alright.
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
The following day, three Mercedes-Benz cars with Hong Kong license plates sped along the road and arrived at the Luohu Port three hours later.
Upon seeing this, the inspectors strode over. "Please show your identification, pass, etc..."
Wen Mo got out of the car. His height of nearly 1.9 meters was imposing. Compared to before, his appearance had changed a lot.
His face has strong, deep features, thick, slightly upturned eyebrows, and deep-set eyes, making it a very aggressive face.
This is his true appearance. The face he wore before was a mask made of special materials. This method of disguise wasn't particularly sophisticated, but he had used it for twenty years, and over time, no one suspected anything.
He took a black-sealed ID card out of his jacket pocket and handed it to the inspector.
The inspectors were unaware that the person standing in front of them was the former Chief Superintendent of Police of Hong Kong. They took the identification and opened it directly.
Three seconds later, the inspector's voice suddenly became respectful, and he handed the documents back to Wen Mo with both hands, "Sir, that's fine."
The procedures for identity verification and baggage inspection are completely eliminated.
Even the three Mercedes-Benz vehicles that were not allowed to enter the mainland were only glanced at by the inspectors without any comment.
Wen Mo hummed in agreement, put his identification back in his pocket, and patted the prosecutor on the shoulder, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."
The inspector saluted excitedly, "Serving the people."
Only after the car drove away did the other inspectors gather around and ask curiously, "Who was that? Such special privileges, letting them go without any checks."
The inspector glanced at them and warned in a low voice, "Don't ask questions, just do your job."
There are some people and some things that you can't just ask anyone.
The others knew that the group that had just crossed the border was no ordinary person, so they dared not be curious.
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Thousand Illusions Ballroom.
Unlike other dance halls and nightclubs with their glitz and glamour and the smell of smoke and alcohol, this place feels more like a classy dance party.
The overall layout is similar, but a lot of thought has been put into the lighting and decorations.
The dancers on stage no longer wore revealing clothing, but instead wore exquisite and elegant dance costumes, their skirts swaying gracefully with their dance steps, like blooming flowers.
The lighting was no longer the glaring neon colors, but soft, warm tones, like the afterglow of the setting sun falling on the stage, with retro-style chandeliers hanging low in the air, refracting a hazy and warm light.
Here, guests can order dances from the drinks menu, and the dancers don't have to drink or smile; they can simply enjoy the stage to their heart's content.
In addition to their basic salary, they receive a cut from customers' requests for dances or tips, making their income quite considerable.
Within a week of its opening, the dance hall attracted a large number of office workers from the surrounding office buildings due to its unique operating model.
The prices aren't exorbitant, so ordinary people can come here occasionally for leisure, to meet up with family, friends, or partners, drink, chat, and enjoy talent shows.
"Get all the projects here arranged for my brothers." Six slovenly men walked into the dance hall, and the slightly shorter one in the lead shouted.
The abrupt sound did not disrupt the rhythm on stage, but it did attract the attention of the guests who were talking quietly.
Most of the guests were dressed appropriately and were very well-groomed.
The gang leader left, glanced at the name, and wondered what kind of dance hall it was.
Why did he feel like he was in a coffee shop on the first floor of a financial building?
"Please have a seat, guests." The trained waiter smiled and led them to a booth.
Pointing to the drinks menu on the table, he said, "The first page is the drinks menu and food, and the second page is all the items available in our dance hall. You can take your time to look through them."
The gang leader and his men seemed a little reserved in their movements.
Upon hearing that there were services available at the dance hall, he instantly gained confidence. Without even looking, he slammed his hand on the table, making a rather loud noise, "No need to look, give each of my brothers a good-looking one, don't try to fool me with those inferior ones."
The guests frowned.
The waiter paused for a moment, then quickly said, "We only offer legitimate services here, including dance, singing, violin, and other talents. Why don't you... take a closer look before you decide?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the drinks menu on the table.
"What the hell?" The gang leader's expression suddenly turned fierce. "You've opened a dance hall, what are you talking about serious matters with me? I don't care about talent. Call over all your star performers, serve my brothers well, and you'll get plenty of tips."
After saying that, he took out a stack of banknotes and slapped them on the table.
It made a loud sound.
The others he brought chimed in, "Yeah, we're here to find women, what's the point of listening to songs?"
"Do you still want to keep your dance hall open? If you do, then you'd better be sensible. I think the one in the middle of the stage has a great figure and moves really well. I want that one."
"I want the one on the far left. She looks a lot like that star performer from Nightfall, but I wonder if she's as sassy as her, haha..."
A wave of offensive comments followed.
The other guests looked at them with disdain, but none of them dared to speak up.
The gang leader and his associates acted like gangsters; their ruthless methods were notorious in Hong Kong.
Although I disdain associating with them, it's best to avoid provoking them if possible.
The dancers on stage remained completely unaffected, their expressions unchanged and their movements still on point.
Seeing that the waiter hadn't moved, the gang leader slammed his hand on the table and said aggressively, "Do you know who we are? Go and bring those guys from the stage over here."
The waiter straightened his back and said with great authority, "No one, no matter who they are, can cause trouble here."
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