Although Hong Kong won the battle against international hot money led by S, the financial crisis had a huge impact on Hong Kong's economy.
The stock market fell from over 10,000 points to finally hold above 7,000. The real estate market collapsed, housing prices plummeted, and thousands of investors saw their property values shrank, plunging them into negative equity. Numerous companies laid off employees or even went bankrupt, and many middle-class families were bankrupt and returned to poverty overnight.
Although the profits Lin Xiaohe and his men gained in this defensive battle were far less than those in the battle in Siam, their excitement for the victory of their motherland was greater than ever before.
"This car has good performance and the color is flashy, I like it. This one! This one is also good! Baby, I will take you to test drive it in the afternoon, and then we will buy it back." Fang Henian was happily pointing at the poster in the luxury car magazine and talking to Xiaomei, with excitement shining in his eyes.
The phone suddenly rang, and he answered it with a smile, "Mommy."
The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to bring bad news. Fang Henian's smile gradually stiffened and his expression became solemn.
"How much did you lose? Didn't I call you earlier to persuade Daddy to withdraw? Okay, I get it. I'll be back as soon as possible."
"What's wrong?" Xiaomei rarely saw her boyfriend with such an expression. From what he said, it seemed that the Fang family had lost a lot of money.
"BB, I... have to go home. Can you give me all the money... first..." Fang Henian said a little helplessly, with a hint of panic in his voice.
Since the two started dating, Fang Henian had given all his pocket money to Xiaomei to help invest and manage. Now these funds have multiplied several times. Hearing him say this, it is estimated that the situation must be quite bad.
Xiaomei responded immediately: "Okay, you book the plane ticket first. I'll give you all the money I have. Your uncle and aunt's health is more important, so don't rush things. I'm willing to support you even if you run out of money."
These words made Fang Henian's eyes turn red. He hugged the person tightly in his arms, his voice choked with sobs:
"Thank you, BB."
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After Fang Henian left, Xu Mengyao also prepared to return to China because Huang Wenbin's daughter was born, the first grandchild of the Huang family.
Zhao Ping and Huang's mother have successfully graduated from night college. Huang's mother's real estate company has developed its first commercial residential project in Huanshi. Sales are booming and the company is getting busier and busier.
Zhao Ping carefully managed the family snack bar and other matters, big and small. Even during her pregnancy, she ran around with her big belly.
Seeing that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law's careers were flourishing and they were too busy to go home, Grandma Huang could no longer stay at the mine and moved to the city to take care of her grandson's daily life.
Every day in the family compound, you can see a pregnant woman with a big belly, followed by an old lady with a staggering gait. The old lady keeps shouting, "Xiao Ping, walk slowly and watch your way."
The pregnant woman smiled and persuaded him: "Grandma, I can handle it myself, so you don't have to send me off. Just rest at home."
Thanks to Zhao Ping's extensive daily activity during her pregnancy, the baby in her belly didn't bother her for too long, and was pushed out within three hours from the onset of labor to birth.
Huang's mother carefully took her granddaughter from the nurse and swung her slowly.
"This little guy looks just like Wenbin when he was little, but his personality is like Xiaoping's. He's sensible and knows how to care for his mother. It didn't take long for him to come out and meet us."
Huang's father looked at his granddaughter with satisfaction and smiled. Huang's grandmother came forward to take a look at his great-granddaughter and said, "You can keep them all. I'm going home first. There's chicken soup cooking on the stove."
"What are you still doing lying there? Come over and see your own daughter." Huang's father kicked Huang Wenbin, who had been lying on the hospital bed guarding his wife, and urged him.
Huang Wenbin finally came to his senses and looked at the baby in the cradle with a smile. Then he asked with a look of disgust, "Hey, Mom, didn't you say she looks like me? Why does she look like an old man?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang's father slapped him on the back of the head and yelled, "You know shit, all newborn babies look like this. You weren't as pretty as her when you were a child."
Huang Wenbin didn't dare to refute anymore, thinking that his father was lying with his eyes open.
Alas, I thought that if I had a daughter, she would look good no matter whether she looked like him or his wife. It would be even better if she looked like his three aunts.
Looking at the red, wrinkled little face, he felt very upset.
However, this mood only lasted for two or three days. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, or if it was really like what my parents said, that children will grow up if you raise them, changing day by day, and becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.
He likes his daughter now no matter how much he looks at her. No matter how late he comes home every day, he has to spend half an hour looking at his daughter's small wooden bed before he can hug his wife to sleep with satisfaction.
"Brother Wenbin, do you think grandma is angry with me?" Zhao Ping asked softly while nestling in her husband's arms, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice.
"No, why would grandma be angry? Doesn't she cook different kinds of food for you every day?"
Zhao Ping hesitated for a moment before saying, "Grandma, are you disgusted that I gave birth to a girl? You haven't even held An An since she was born."
Huang Wenbin knew that his grandmother used to favor sons over daughters. Although she had gotten much better over the years, she must still feel uncomfortable, but he didn't want to make his wife feel sad.
"No, don't think too much about it. We always say in my hometown that the elderly are not very clean and should avoid contact with newborns. They are easily frightened."
After hearing her husband's explanation, Zhao Ping slowly calmed down.
Watching his wife's breathing gradually slow, Huang Wenbin began to think of a solution. While this explanation might temporarily appease his wife, if the grandmother continued to behave this way after the baby was a month old, he would no longer be able to conceal the truth.
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