Chapter 143 Tears of homesickness flowed from the corners of the mouth
Gu Youming believed from the bottom of his heart that evacuating Hong Kong was the best decision he had ever made in his life.
How can he compare with the heir of the Conant family?
There is no comparison.
The lifeline of retail is now in Jian Ruochen's hands, and the logistics network is about to be opened. In the future, there will be several shopping centers built on the basis of these two industries in the mainland.
In just one meal's time, Jian Ruochen, who seemed to have not made much move, actually made the most profit.
Although he did not ask for any financial position and did not seem to have any interest in the Standing Committee, these industries will provide real capital flows in the future.
If he is interested in the future, there will always be someone to help him up.
The 1 billion US dollars that Jian Ruochen gave away for free today will be returned to him many times over in the near future.
This unconditional gift was extremely precious to the mainland government at that time.
Everyone understands that such "money" is hard to come by.
Because no one else can do the same thing.
Liquid cash is as precious as gold to all businessmen.
Only Jian Ruochen would spend money like this.
Only he has the confidence to spend like this.
Finally, the fruit was served.
Ten kinds of fruits are arranged on a plate, symbolizing perfection.
Jian Ruochen thought for a long time and picked the smallest hawthorn.
As long as he had some food left in his stomach, he would eat a few more Western tangerines.
After discussing all the matters, the leaders from the mainland called the reporters waiting next door, took a few group photos with them, and then took photos of them shaking hands one by one for future publicity.
Jian Ruochen looked at the light-proof box where the reporter stored the film and felt a little envious.
If only he had a cell phone that could take photos directly, he could have kept these photos.
After the important people have left.
Hong Kong businessmen got together to file a lawsuit.
Are you full? Another round?
Too salty, not full, can refill.
Walk!
Jian Ruochen looked at them with his eyes exchanging affection.
During the meal just now, these people changed the leftover plates very frequently, and many dishes were only eaten in small bites and then left untouched.
In addition, Mr. Gu had become a native of Sichuan Province, and should have left with the mainland leaders, but he stayed alone. It was obvious that he had business to discuss with one of the other people.
He interrupted: "I won't go."
Gu Youming: “… Yeah.”
He was a little surprised, but then he thought about Jian Ruochen's reputation and felt that it was even more strange that he couldn't see the trick.
Gu Youming pondered and said, "Are you really not interested in the position of president of the Hong Kong General Chamber of Commerce?"
Jian Ruochen said five words full of simplicity and sincerity: "I really can't."
Gu Youming: ...
The idea that Jian Ruochen just proposed is very feasible and visionary, and it's almost as if he has "I'm good at making money" written on his face.
What's wrong?
He sighed, as if regretting, "Okay."
Jian Ruochen looked at his expression and said with a smile, "Just do it if you want."
Gu Youming did not deny it. He watched Jian Ruochen pack up the items he had handed over, and followed Luo Binwen back to the silver-black Alpha.
As soon as Jian Ruochen got in the car, he let out a long sigh, relaxed his back and lay down on the seat, and belatedly felt a little excitement.
The scene was so huge, it was a bit scary.
The food was so delicious, I felt a bit full.
The combination of the two made me feel very dazed.
It's like a dream.
He took out his cell phone. The meal lasted nearly three hours and there were many missed calls on his phone.
All of them belong to Guan Yingjun.
Jian Ruochen glanced at Luo Binwen in the passenger seat and saw that he was busy working, so he leaned back and called back, leaning his mouth against the receiver hole and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Is there something urgent?"
The breath sounds gathered into an electric current, which was transmitted densely from the receiver to the other end.
Guan Yingjun felt as if his earlobe was gently bitten by the sound.
He exhaled lightly, "No, your phone has been unreachable... I thought something happened to you."
Lost contact for three full hours!
"I have some personal matters to attend to. I need to meet some people." Jian Ruochen looked at the roof of the car, feeling a little sleepy.
Guan Yingjun suddenly remembered that today was the October 7th that Jian Ruochen mentioned.
He was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions: "I'm glad you're okay."
Jian Ruochen: "You don't ask me who I'm going to see?"
"Even if you don't tell me, I know it's the leader from the mainland." Guan Yingjun said with a smile, "He handed over his phone and didn't say a word. He must be an important person."
Jian Ruochen laughed, "Okay, that's a good guess."
The two of them whispered a few words, and Jian Ruochen heard the sound of Luo Binwen putting the cap on the pen. He immediately said goodbye quietly and hung up the phone.
Luo Binwen looked through the rearview mirror at the person lying in the back seat, "Young Master, you often have dinner with your colleagues at the police station. Is it because the food at home is not to your liking?"
Jian Ruochen's eyes drifted away, avoiding the main point: "Actually, the creamy French toast you made is delicious. I would like to eat it every day. The braised oxtail you made is also delicious."
Luo Binwen is a very good cook, but he is busy managing numerous companies and does not have much time to cook, so he still has to rely on the cook at home.
The food the chef cooked was actually pretty good, but British food is so scarce. It was OK for a week or two, but after half a year, it was really...
It's hard to accept.
"You mean the French toast made by Chef Colleen is not to your liking? He said you quite like English apple pie." Luo Binwen probed.
"Want to eat tonight?"
"No." Jian Ruochen sat up and swallowed all the polite words, "I had a full lunch, so I don't need to eat anything tonight."
Luo Binwen: …
It seems that we really need to change the cook.
"Were you talking to Sir Guan on the phone just now? What happened in the police station?" Luo Binwen said, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.
"Nothing." Jian Ruochen felt a little guilty. He really didn't know how to tell Uncle Luo about himself and Guan Yingjun. "...We, we are on vacation."
Luo Binwen said "hmm" and looked back.
The young master seemed to be hesitant to talk, and I'm afraid this is not what he wanted to say.
The car was sprayed with lemon-scented perfume and the driver drove very steadily.
Jian Ruochen supported his chin with one hand and turned his head to look out the window.
The afternoon sun was exceptionally golden, making the earth appear white and making people's eyes sore.
There was an old man riding a bicycle on the sidewalk next to me. The bell on the handlebars jingled as he rode it. In the basket tied to the back seat were two or three cans of cocoa powder and some soft, fluffy new towels.
There was a little girl sitting horizontally on the crossbar of the bicycle, her laughter floating in the wind.
Jian Ruochen looked at it and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
Alpha drove through the city and stopped at the door of the villa on the top of the mountain.
Jian Ruochen got off the car, went home to wash up, read a book for a while, then lay comfortably on the bed and fell asleep.
at the same time.
Lu's house.
Lu Rong sneered: "Say what you just said again."
The supervisor stood in the same place where he had stood last time, and said in a trembling voice: "Those who bid against us before never bid again."
He swallowed his saliva and said, "It's useless for us to deliberately make a bad bid. It takes 50 million yuan to invest in the jade industry."
Lu Rong took a long breath, his nostrils slightly widened, and despite his rage, his expression was extremely calm: "What use are you?"
It was said to be a fake bid, but the Lu family had never been involved in the jadeite project.
Others have mining resources and stone gambling masters, what do they have?
The Lu family will never invest a penny in the jade business!
"Throwing jadeite?" Lu Rong laughed angrily, "Are you afraid that Jian Ruochen doesn't know we're trying to trick him?"
He paused, closed his eyes, out of sight, out of mind: "Go get your salary, you don't have to come back tomorrow."
The supervisor's face suddenly turned pale.
The bidding manager who was fired by Lu Rong will never be able to find any job here again!
He's finished!
He knelt down, crawled on his knees, and almost used his hands and feet to crawl over, "No, Mr. Lu, please give me another chance! You wuwuwu——!"
The Lu family’s housekeeper came in with security guards, covered his mouth, and dragged him away.
Lu Rong threw the bid document that wasted 50 million yuan into the shredder.
He didn't have much free money to begin with, and he didn't want this plan to go to waste all his efforts over the past five days.
Jian Ruochen has already established connections with the mainland, and the 5.9 billion yuan in funds is definitely not given for free, but he has not even found the way.
Maybe we shouldn't look that far ahead...
It is said that the president of the Hong Kong General Chamber of Commerce will be replaced.
Perhaps I should strive for the position of president first, and then use this position to connect with the mainland.
Lu Rong planned for the future overnight.
Jian Ruochen was still not satisfied with today's meal and was eating the army's banquet in his sleep.
In the compound, the most delicious thing is white flour steamed buns.
In the Guangdong province’s courtyard rice, a little sugar is put into the steamed buns, making them sweet and fragrant. Even eating the steamed buns with white porridge has a special flavor.
Stir-fried dishes have a fragrant aroma.
The broth from the braised chicken is so delicious when poured over rice.
It smells so good that people wake up hungry and tears of homesickness flow from their lips.
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The Crime Unit of Kowloon West Regional Police Station will take a seven-day break starting from October 4.
October 10, 4 p.m.
Jian Ruochen finished his last class. As soon as the get out of class was over, the lecturer ran faster than the students and the classroom immediately became noisy.
"There's a new bakery in Mong Kok. My brother said the shrimp cakes there are delicious, and they also sell sweet soup. Do you want to go?"
Jian Ruochen turned his head slightly.
"Mong Kok... it must be very crowded at this time." Another person pursed his lips, reluctantly, "I still have to go home and watch TV series. There's 'Justice Bao' today!"
"I guarantee you! I'll buy the disc and watch it when the time comes." The boy pulled his companion's wrist with his backhand, "Waiting for updates week after week is so slow and annoying."
He caught a glimpse of Jian Ruochen's silver hair that stood out from the crowd. "Bao Qingtian's detective cases were a thing of the past. Now, we should watch West Kowloon Detective Cases! Just read the newspapers published by STN!"
The man said, acting like a spoiled child: "Go ahead, go ahead. At worst I can give you a high-definition disc of Justice Bao later!"
The man spoke in a hoarse voice, sounding like Donald Duck.
The person next to him couldn't stand it anymore. "Okay, okay, let's go. Where in Mong Kok?"
"It's right next to the old gold shop. Let's go!"
Jian Ruochen noted the location and planned to buy some tomorrow and eat with everyone in the serious crime team.
The serious crime squad will be on holiday for seven days starting October 4th.
Today happens to be the last day.
The police station resumed work on October 11.
Then we can celebrate our birthday together at the police station.
I'll go buy some tomorrow morning. There will be fewer people, the pastries are fresh, and I definitely won't have to queue.
Jian Ruochen thought about it, and after leaving the school gate, he got into Guan Yingjun's car and told him his plan, "...Do you want to go with me?"
Guan Yingjun responded casually, resting his fingers on the steering wheel: "Is there an imported daily necessities trading store next to the gold shop?"
"Hmm." Jian Ruo pondered for a moment, "What's missing at home? Do you need to change your toothbrush?"
Guan Yingjun didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and brushed the soft cheek of the person beside him with his fingers. "20 years old, grown up."
Jian Ruochen's eyes slowly widened, and heat rose on his cheeks.
If he can't understand such hints, what's the point of studying criminal psychology?
"You want to buy... buy..." He held it in for a while. It was really hard to speak under that burning gaze, so he had to whisper and change the wording, "Are you going to commit a crime?"
"Hmm." Guan Yingjun reached out and grabbed the back of Jian Ruochen's neck, stroking it gently with his thumb twice. He stared at Jian Ruochen's amber-clear eyes, slowly lowered his head, rested his forehead on Jian Ruochen's shoulder and neck, and sniffed it gently.
It's a familiar smell, with a hint of grapefruit, but it doesn't look quite like it when you smell it carefully.
Smells so good.
His heart was pounding so hard that it almost broke through the skin and jumped to Jian Ruochen's side.
He really liked this person, so much so that he wanted to take a bite of him and put him in his pocket and keep him with him forever.
He slowed down, restrained himself and raised his head, nose to nose with Jian Ruochen, "I like you so much."
Guan Yingjun kissed Jian Ruochen on the forehead: "Do you want to be a policeman for the rest of your life?"
Jian Ruochen said "hmm" vaguely.
"It's not convenient for police officers to wear wedding rings." When Guan Yingjun leaned close to his ear and spoke, he felt that the cold and introverted emotions he had held for many years were no longer suppressed, and swept towards the person in front of him like a raging fire, "We can't wear plain rings either, so what are we going to wear in the future?"
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