Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 555 Hong Kong Turmoil
Huang Cancan thought so too.

She often jokes that she should bring some gifts to visit her uncles and aunts during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chen simply skips over such nonsensical requests.

There's already a lot going on in Hong Kong, I don't have time to joke around with you!

It was another morning when Chen got up from the Shangri-La Hotel and went straight to the Peninsula Hotel where Psion's legal department was staying.

Although Hong Kong had been returned to China for 10 years at this time, many compatriots did not have a high sense of identity with the mainland, which made Hong Kong one of the safe havens for Western countries in Asia.

This situation did not improve for many years, but by then, Western countries again used Singapore as a foothold against the mainland.

Take Chen Zhe as an example. They have faced discrimination when taking taxis and dining in Hong Kong.

Fortunately, Chen Zhe understands Cantonese; otherwise, speaking fluent Mandarin, he might have been scolded behind his back without even knowing it.

Upon arriving at the Peninsula Hotel, Chen, as if familiar with the place, went to the door of a small conference room.

This was his fourth day in Hong Kong and his third day in contact with Psion's legal department. Although there had been no progress in "negotiations," at least he had gotten to know everyone.

The opposing team consists of five people: two professional lawyers (Sweden) and one middle manager from Psion (British, in charge of this lawsuit).

There was also a translator (a Chinese person).

An officer (American) at a "human rights organization foundation".

Although Chen Zhe knew that the lawsuit was not entirely innocent, seeing the notorious "human rights organization foundation" made him suddenly realize that they really respected Su Hui and himself.

Chen's team consisted of himself, Ma Haijun (his driver and bodyguard), Wan Xulin (who specialized in underhanded tactics), and Jiang Jinyu (the vice president in charge of finance).

Jiang Jinyu and Shi Lin were both "all-rounders" painstakingly trained by Jiang Fu, but Shi Lin was thrown to Shanghai by Chen, and this time Jiang Jinyu was also taken to Hong Kong.

It's more convenient to settle transactions in Hong Kong dollars here, so only finance personnel can accurately calculate exchange rates.

Chen Zhe understood this, of course, but he couldn't afford to waste his energy on such trivial matters.

Jiang Jinyu is 27 years old this year. She graduated with a master's degree in accounting from National Chi Nan University. She is a Hakka and can also speak Cantonese, so bringing her to Hong Kong is quite suitable.

Besides these people, there is also Fang Qingfeng, the director of the Office of External Relations at Sun Yat-sen University.

This lawsuit is a matter of mutual benefit and loss for both Sun Yat-sen University and Chen Zhe, but with the start of the new semester, several university leaders are unable to leave.

Dean Shu will also be stationed at the Computer Research Institute to urge the rapid integration of the Android system and mobile assistant.

After discussion, the school leaders sent Director Fang over.

Fang Qingfeng's position reveals his strengths; he is responsible for external liaison and has a wide network of contacts.

For example, when Chen learned that the other team had an officer from a "human rights organization foundation," he immediately asked Director Fang to report to the Liaison Office in Hong Kong.

There's no need to bother your boss with minor issues;
However, for sensitive issues, no matter how small, you should always consult with your supervisor first.

The liaison office responded quickly, asking Chen if he needed a translator from their office.

This was a sign of concern, but Chen didn't want to be monitored 24 hours a day, so he declined, saying he "didn't need it for the time being."

However, he also stated that he would proactively report his daily schedule to ensure that the whole matter remained transparent and controllable.

That's very eye-catching.

The Hong Kong Liaison Office also had no objections.

……

"Dong dong dong."

Chen knocked on the wooden door of the small conference room at the Peninsula Hotel.

To be honest, Psion might not have initially planned to rent a conference room in a hotel of this caliber, as the price is extremely high.

However, thanks to the support of the Human Rights Foundation, a troublemaker, things suddenly became much easier.

The person who opened the door was a girl with yellow skin. She was Yang Lili, a Chinese student studying in the UK, and she was acting as the Chinese translator for Psion in this lawsuit.

However, based on previous interactions, Yang Lili has clearly been brainwashed.

They showed no compassion for their compatriots and were even more rude than the people from Psion, as if they couldn't wait to show off in front of their British masters.

Just like that, as soon as Yang Lili opened the door and saw Chen Zhe, her smiling face immediately darkened: "What are you doing here again?"

Chen hated this kind of traitor with no parents or ancestors to the core, but on the surface he still smiled and said, "I'm looking for Mr. John."

John is the middle manager in charge of this lawsuit.

"We have other things to do!"

Yang Lili took it upon herself to refuse.

“I made an appointment with Mr. John yesterday.”

Chen said casually, "You can go and ask if you don't believe me."

Yang Lili's lips twitched, clearly indicating that she knew Chen Zhe wasn't lying, and she could only reply stiffly, "Wait!"

Then, he slammed the door shut, blocking Chen and his group in the corridor.

Chen rubbed his nose. Since he invested 2000 million yuan to establish the "China Computer Research Institute," he had rarely been met with such a direct and closed-door approach.

Listening to the noise in the small conference room, and Yang Lili's shouts.

Chen smiled and said to Fang Qingfeng and Jiang Jinyu, "My English isn't very good. Listen to what Miss Yang is saying inside."

As the head of the Office of External Liaison, Fang Qingfeng's English was naturally excellent; he was specifically responsible for handling international student affairs at the university.

Jiang Jinyu passed the CPA exam, so her English proficiency is also quite good.

The two leaned closer to listen, and then Jiang Jinyu's expression turned strange; she seemed hesitant to speak.

Old Fang was fine; after spending the last two days with Chen, he found him to be a very broad-minded and interesting student.

"She said, 'Those nasty guys are here again.'"

Fang Qingfeng sighed: "Tell everyone to hide the documents well, so that those despicable Chinese entrepreneurs don't get a peek."

"Stupid!"

Jiang Jinyu spat without hesitation.

Chen and the others deeply agreed.

After a while, Chen suddenly remembered something and turned to Ma Haijun, saying, "Did you bring all the tea leaves?"

Ma Haijun held up the package in his hand.

The tea was bought casually on the streets of Hong Kong for HK$15, but the outer gift box was torn off, and then it was wrapped in a yellow silk cloth embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, making it look like a precious imperial item.

There was no way around it; Chen felt bad about spending even a penny more on these bastards.

When the door reopened and Chen walked into the conference room, his expression and tone suddenly became exceptionally sincere.

"Hello, Mr. John, hello everyone."

After shaking hands with everyone, Chen said sincerely, "I was in such a rush the other day that I didn't bring any local specialties for everyone. This time, I specially brought some very delicious tea from the mainland..."

Therefore, tea cannot be used as a primary means of gift-giving.

Because the prices of tea are too inflated. Unlike tobacco and alcohol, which have a market-based pricing system where even Moutai and Zhonghua tea are pegged to common currencies, the price of tea depends mainly on how good the "story" you tell it is.

[Story] Okay, now it's valuable.

When Fang Qingfeng was translating later, a string of words, "biubiubiu," popped out of his mouth.

Although Chen could only understand a little, he could vaguely make out the syllables "Wuyishan Mother Tree Dahongpao".

"Old Fang is quite a character."

Chen thought to himself, "I've really managed to put on a show that's incredibly impressive."

The mother tree of Da Hong Pao only produces a few kilograms a year, so it's not something an ordinary person could possibly get a taste of.

But the British believed it, especially since the outer fabric was made of yellow silk embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, which was a symbol of royalty in ancient times.

Even a traitor like Yang Lili couldn't tell the difference, and could only watch helplessly as Chen brewed the tea. Her British masters praised it with thumbs up and said it was delicious, even though it was too hot to drink.

Mr. John asked, "Why aren't you drinking?"

Yang Lili received instructions from the British and then asked Chen.

Chen smiled slightly: "It's too rare. We use it to entertain distinguished guests; we wouldn't dare drink it ourselves."

When Yang Lili returned after translating, John stood up and shook hands with Chen to express his gratitude.

Taking this opportunity, Chen began his usual refrain.

He said that the company's growth was hard-won, and if Psion sues them now, it could affect the reputation of the entire company.

Therefore, we are willing to take the "Trace Back Mobile Assistant" software offline and offer a certain amount of compensation, but Psion will drop the lawsuit.

The more Chen expressed the meaning of "tolerance," the more arrogant Yang Lili became in her translation.

I really don't understand the logic in these traitors' brains.

It's like a simp; the more frantically he licks her boots, the more the goddess despises him.

As for Smith from the "human rights organization foundation," he looked at Chen, who was "very afraid of being prosecuted," with his arms crossed and his eyes shining brighter and brighter.

"Mr. Chen."

John, through Yang Lili's translation: "It's not that we're unwilling to negotiate, because we're willing to make friends, it's just that the cost is quite high. Can you afford it?"

"What's the price?"

Chen asked.

"Ten million dollars."

John glanced at Smith, then turned to Chen and said a number that must have been agreed upon beforehand.

$1000?

Chen thought to himself, "They still think this is the Qing Dynasty? Empress Dowager Cixi has been dead for so many years, and they're still trying to extort money from us?"
However, he then appropriately revealed a look of disorientation, panic, and bewilderment on his face, as if he were frightened by the number.

John, Smith, and Yang Lili exchanged a smug look.

After a long pause, Su Hui Chen, with difficulty, said, "This amount of money is too much. Can you reduce it a little?"

John slowly shook his head.

"Then... could you give me a little more time?"

Chen thought for a moment and then said.

"At most one week, and we will file a lawsuit in the Hong Kong court on time one week later."

This time it was Smith from the "human rights organization foundation" who replied.

"Our Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival for family reunion, is in a week."

Chen glanced at Yang Lili: "Miss Yang should be going home too, right?"

"Sorry, I don't celebrate Chinese holidays anymore."

Yang Lili, whose face wasn't particularly pretty, said with pride, "Now I only celebrate Christmas and Easter!"

Have you come to believe in Jesus?

Chen nodded: "My grandmother also believes it. If you are willing to give me some more time, I have some valuable gifts to give you in the next two days."

Director Fang Qingfeng translated truthfully.

John pondered for a moment: "Let's talk about it in a couple of days."

The implication was that they intended to first assess the value of Chen's gift.

After Chen and the others left, Yang Lili quickly asked, "Well, so if we really raise $1000 million, we won't prosecute?"

"NONONO."

Smith waved his hand: "We'll just say the plan has changed and we need $2000 million now. He'll just have to watch us sue him with the $1000 million he managed to scrape together."

"Good job!"

Yang Lili couldn't help but praise her.

She didn't know why she enjoyed seeing Chinese people suffer, as if that was the only way to make up for her own pride in being subservient to foreigners.

"correct."

John pointed to the remaining tea leaves and said, "Don't drink this anymore. I'm taking it back to my mother and telling her that this is the best tea in China."

……

On the way out of the Peninsula Hotel, Jiang Jinyu asked curiously, "Boss, does your grandmother really believe in Jesus?"

"I believe you, but I won't believe you if you don't send eggs."

Chen smiled and then asked Fang Qingfeng, "Teacher Fang, how's the person you asked me to contact?"

"We've already made contact."

Old Fang leaned closer and said, "But it was a bit complicated. I first contacted the Provincial Public Security Bureau and got the contact information for the head of Xinji. Then, through Xinji, I finally found this master."

"So complicated?"

Chen paused for a moment: "Besides... isn't Xinji a club?"

What happened to the club?

Old Fang shrugged: "You can be patriotic in a community too."

"Ok."

Chen Zhe didn't ask about the details of the process, but instead inquired, "How good is that craftsman's skill?"

"It is said to be an absolute masterpiece."

Fang Qingfeng said with a smile, "Many antique dealers from the mainland have come here to buy the handicrafts he makes."

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