Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1045 Yue Miao bids farewell, "Won't you invite me up for a seat?" (Bonus chapter for 3 monthly votes)

"Grandpa, it's like this, isn't it the same as taking on an apprentice?" Aji asked his grandfather, Li Chunfang.

Li Chunfang waved her hand and said:

"Whether he is an apprentice or not is not important. As long as he can learn the medical skills, I will be satisfied."

"What's the logic behind this?" Aji asked curiously.

Li Chunfang said:
"You're too young to understand this."

Ah Ji raised his head and stiffened his neck, saying:

"I'm not little anymore!"

The old man smiled, then suddenly said:
"Then you will start learning traditional Chinese medicine with me tomorrow, and strive to surpass Lin Xiaoyou under my personal guidance."

Upon hearing this, Ah Ji patted his chest and said:
"Sure! I'll definitely blow his mind next time we meet!"

……

On the other side, Fang Yan went downstairs and returned to her room.

Just as I closed the door, Secretary Zhou came to knock.

"We'll depart from here at 4:30 tomorrow morning, join the convoy to the border between Hong Kong and the New Territories at Ta Kwu Ling, and then return to Luohu District in Shenzhen. We'll have breakfast at the border defense canteen," Secretary Zhou said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan nodded, and then Secretary Zhou said to Deng Cai and Li Chong:
"Prepare your belongings and take everything you need."

"Understood." The two nodded.

Then Secretary Zhou said to Fang Yan:

"By the way, I got a message from Director Xue saying that the matter with the British pharmaceutical company that was tracking you has been settled. They thought you had already left."

"So, does that mean I can move around freely now?" Fang Yan asked.

Secretary Zhou nodded and said, glancing at his watch:
"It's still early, you can go out and see the friends you want to see tonight."

"But you still need to keep your makeup on."

"No need." Fang Yan shook her head; she had already met everyone she needed to see.

He suddenly thought of something and said to Secretary Zhou:
"However, there's still one of Mr. Tang's cars parked here..."

Secretary Zhou shook his head and said:
"Don't worry about that, he'll find someone to drive it back."

Fang Yan nodded, "Then there's nothing to worry about."

Secretary Zhou said to Fang Yan:

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

He pointed outside and said the sun hadn't set yet.

"No, it's still early."

Secretary Zhou said with a smile:

"Take advantage of this time to experience Hong Kong's restaurants, I mean the kind of down-to-earth restaurants, not these fancy restaurants."

“That’s possible…” Fang Yan thought for a moment and nodded.

Secretary Zhou said:
"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Just remember to get up at 4:30 tomorrow."

"Okay," Fang Yan nodded in agreement.

Next, Fang Yan told Li Chong and Deng Cai to pack their luggage first, and then they prepared to drive to a nearby restaurant for dinner. Although Secretary Zhou had told them to experience the local atmosphere, Fang Yan still planned to find a place with a relatively nice environment.

After all, some places are really too chaotic, and they might cause some trouble if they go there.

After packing their things, Fang Yan, Li Chong, and Deng Cai changed into relatively inconspicuous clothes, then went downstairs and left the Peninsula Hotel.

They got into the Volvo that Tang had lent him, and the three of them set off.

It's already 7 PM, just dinnertime, and the streets of Hong Kong are still very lively.
Fang Yan drove his Volvo into the traffic. In Fang Yan's eyes, the streets of Hong Kong in 1978 were like a flowing scene from a Wong Kar-wai film.

Neon signs lit up one after another in the twilight. Snake King Fen's neon tube was missing a corner, but Yung Kee Restaurant's traditional Chinese signboard was polished to a shine. Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the newsstand under the arcade was still hawking the day's "Oriental Daily News." A peddler selling ding ding candy walked through the streets and alleys, striking a gong, the candy making a crisp sound as it scraped against the tin plate.

As the bus window swept past Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, the hurried faces of pedestrians were reflected in the windows of the double-decker bus. The glass of the roadside tea restaurants was condensed with water vapor, and you could see diners inside holding pineapple buns and drinking milk tea in large gulps.

The herbal tea shop on the street corner has a wooden sign that reads "Twenty-Four Flavors". The owner, wearing a white vest, is stirring the dark medicinal juice in the earthenware jar with a long-handled bamboo ladle. Next to it, a roast meat stall has shiny suckling pigs hanging on the iron plate, and the dripping oil sizzles as it hits the hot plate.

During this time of year, the entire city of Hong Kong is filled with the aroma of various foods.

I crawled into the car, accompanied by the sea breeze.

Fang Yan handed the map of Hong Kong to Li Chong, who was standing next to him. In the past, Fang Yan would choose his own things, but tonight he was treating everyone to dinner and let them choose any place they wanted.

Of course, the money was still Hong Kong dollars given by Mr. Fok's family.

In the dialect, Mr. Huo treated everyone to a meal and paid the bill.

"Let's go to Lin Heung Tea House in Central."

After looking at it for a while, Li Chong finally pointed to the map.

Fang Yan glanced at the map, nodded, and then immediately turned the steering wheel to avoid a taxi that suddenly changed lanes. He saw a note on the rear window of the car that was honking its horn that said it was unavailable.

Guagua almost got into a car accident...

Then, Fang Yan quickly focused her attention; this place was different from Beijing, and there were a lot of cars around.
Deng Cai, who was in the back seat, leaned out the window and looked at the dazzling array of shops. Suddenly, he pointed to the street corner and shouted, "Hey, look over there! The stall selling feather dusters still has a kerosene lamp lit!"

Fang Yan glanced at it but didn't know what it was. When they got to the vicinity of Central, the restaurants here became noticeably more upscale. He saw a neon sign on the roadside with the words "fresh seafood" in big letters and a picture of a lobster with its claws outstretched.

We arrived at our destination quickly.

The Volvo stopped in front of Lianxianglou, and the valet immediately came up. Fang Yan gave them the keys and money, and then he, Li Chong, and Deng Cai walked towards the stairwell. When the waiter saw them arrive, he lifted the blue cloth curtain and called out, "Please come upstairs." The three of them went inside.

The second-floor hall was bustling with noise. Waiters in white shirts carried copper trays between the tables, and tea drinkers used tea lids to scrape the rims of their bowls to urge for more water. In the steam rising from the bamboo steamers, the shrimp dumpling skins gleamed translucently. The three of them chose a table by the window, and a waiter immediately handed them a menu with gold lettering. The words "honeycomb taro dumplings" and "barbecued pork buns" were still stained with oil. The copper fan in the corner creaked and turned. On the wall directly opposite them was an old plaque that read "Lianxianglou was founded in 1889," which looked quite old.

"Two baskets of siu mai, and a boat congee, please."

Fang Yan handed the menu to Li Chong. It was his turn to order today. He ordered a few dishes first, and then it was the others' turn to order.

Li Chong and Deng Cai didn't stand on ceremony with Fang Yan. Today was their last meal in Hong Kong before heading back to the mainland, so they had to try something they hadn't eaten before.

They headed straight for places they'd never seen before.

Honeycomb taro dumplings, sweet and sour pork with pineapple, congee with raw fish slices...

After ordering, the food arrived shortly afterward.

Everyone immediately began to enjoy the meal.

Fang Yan looked out the window.

The tram tracks gleamed silver under the streetlights, and occasionally a young man in bell-bottoms would whiz by on a motorcycle. The radio in the restaurant was playing Sam Hui's "Half a Catty, Eight Taels," and the song mingled with the sounds of woks sizzling at the food stalls downstairs, weaving a vibrant symphony of everyday life into the night. This scene would soon appear in Guangzhou after the reform and opening up.

If you think about it, it hasn't been long since the reform and opening up.

At that time, major cities will be the first to accelerate.

A dramatic transformation began.

As they went out to get their car after dinner, they witnessed a brawl breaking out on the street. One group was chasing another, and they stormed into a cheap restaurant on the side of the road, leaving it in a mess. Dishes were broken, tables and chairs were overturned, and customers who were eating were also caught in the crossfire.

Seeing this, Fang Yan quickly started the car. The atmosphere here was bustling with local life, but also chaotic. Luckily, he hadn't chosen a place like this to eat, otherwise it would have really ruined his mood.

When Fang Yan and his group returned to the hotel, they were surprised to see a familiar figure in the lobby.

"Hey!" Fang Yan called out to the figure.

The man turned around.

"Huh!" She was taken aback at first, then recognized Fang Yan.

The person who came was none other than Le Miao.

She looked at Fang Yan's appearance and said to him:
"Knowing you're leaving tomorrow, I said I'd come to report on my work!"

"What kind of job?" Fang Yan asked curiously.

Le Miao said:

"You told me to buy a car, and I invested the rest in the stock market."

He then took out his car keys and a paper stock certificate.

The document includes the name of the purchasing company, the number of shares held, Le Miao's name, certificate number, and a large red seal.

Fang Yan took a look and found that the stock he bought was actually Sun Hung Kai Properties stock.

The amount of money given was significantly more than what was given in the dialect.

"You even paid for it with your own money?" Fang Yan asked in surprise.

Le Miao smiled and said:

Guo Zhen said, "We shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders."

Fang Yan then remembered her best friend, the daughter of the Guo family.

This could be considered insider trading...

Guo Zhen's information came from his family business or related parties and involved undisclosed material information about Sun Hung Kai Properties, which constitutes insider information. Le Miao's use of his own funds to make additional investments is essentially a trading decision based on insider information, which violates the principle of market fairness.

However, at this time, the Hong Kong stock market was in a period of rapid development. The Securities Regulatory Commission was only established in 1974, and the regulatory system was not yet perfect. The legal definition and enforcement details of insider trading were relatively vague, and the market's understanding of compliance was not as strict as it would be in the future.

It wasn't until after 1980, with the revision of the Securities Ordinance and subsequent regulatory reforms, that Hong Kong gradually established a relatively complete regulatory framework for insider trading, explicitly prohibiting trading using inside information, and with the Securities and Futures Commission strictly enforcing the law.

So now that the music and dance music is legal, Fang Yan never expected that he would actually benefit from the era's dividends...

"Then I wish you great success in the stock market!" Fang Yan said to Le Miao with a smile.

Le Miao said with a smile:

Have a safe journey!

Fang Yan nodded and cupped his hands in greeting to Le Miao.

Le Miao smiled and asked Fang Yan:

"You're not planning to kick me out, are you? You're leaving tomorrow, won't you invite me upstairs for a chat?"

PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 55000 words.

That's all for today, please come early tomorrow.

Lao Feng is working hard to write tomorrow's code.

(End of this chapter)