1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 427 Chill War
"Sorry everyone, I'm late."

I went to the newspaper office in the afternoon and to the shipyard in the evening.
It was around one o'clock in the morning when Zhai Yuan slowly arrived at the Rich Man nightclub in the East Tsim Sha Tsui.

Luo Zhuo, the boss of the wealthy man, personally welcomed Zhai Yuan into the reserved big room.

In the box,
Musicians including James Wong and Anita Mui, as well as the leading actors from the TV series "A Chinese Ghost Story" have gathered together, all of them drinking until their faces are red.

"Mr. Zhai, welcome your friends to come and support us."

Luo Zhuo said this with a smile on his face.

Upon learning that the boss of Jiuyi Entertainment would come in person tonight and bring a group of celebrities to his own venue for a wrap-up party, he did not dare to neglect it. He waited from ten o'clock in the evening until now, and finally waited for Zhai Yuan to come in person.

Today, there are four major nightclubs in Hong Kong.

There is fierce competition among Dahua, Universe City, Cadbury and Dafuhao.

Dahua is the place owned by retired police officer Shao Guozhu. It is a well-known royal place. It is quiet and no one dares to cause trouble. It is very popular among wealthy older people.

There are many young ladies in Universe City, and the place is packed with people every night. Every month, ten beauties are voted and hung on the outer wall of Chongqin Building, attracting a lot of attention.

Cadbury is a place owned by foreigners, offering both tea and dancing, and taking a high-end approach.

The selling point of Dafuhao is that it has many celebrities. Each of its managers has the contact information of one or two celebrities and often invites them to show their support, which has attracted a group of fans to open blind boxes.

There was a rumor in later generations that in order to pursue a mama-san, Huang Zhan and his friends often brought celebrities to the Rich Man to show their support, and later they even produced a show called "Defenseless Tonight".

In fact, we are talking about the Rich Man Nightclub, and the mama-san is the top boss of the Rich Man Nightclub, 'Sister Lihua'.

It would be hard to succeed if you run an entertainment venue like this without any unique features.

Therefore, the employees of Dafuhao have always been polite to these stars, but the only one who can make the big boss Luo Chao wait for several hours to greet him personally is Zhai Yuan.

More than half of the celebrity contracts in Hong Kong are in the hands of Boss Zhai. His more visits will be more effective than any publicity.

Luo Zhuo said enthusiastically, "Mr. Zhai, I'm sorry for not welcoming you well. I will pay for all the tonight's bill. Have fun everyone."

"Boss Luo is too polite~"

Zhai Yuan put his arm around Ye Yijian and said with a smile, "I heard that Boss Luo is a well-known member of the Jockey Club. If there is a chance, he can help me choose a good horse."

"No problem!" Luo Zhuo patted his chest and smiled at the celebrities in the box: "Then I won't disturb you all to enjoy yourselves. Feel free to tell me if you need anything."

As soon as Luo Zhuo left, they were the only ones left in the box.

Complaints arose instantly.

"No way, Mr. Zhai, you said you would come on time, but you only arrived after we had our second round of drinks?"

"A Yuan stood everyone up, so he has to drink three cups first!"

"Yes, you must punish me! If you don't come, we will be ready to leave..."

Zhai Yuan ignored everyone and walked to the sofa, squeezing in between Wang Zuxian and Li Zhi, the two heroines of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

"Okay, I have some business to deal with~"

With a cheerful smile, he poured three glasses of wine, lined them up in a row, and drank them one by one amid the cheers of the stars around him.

There was a burst of praise in the box.

"It's your turn, Brother Jian."

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Zhai Yuan shook the half-empty bottle of foreign wine and said, "Relax, there is always work to be done, don't be too stressed."

Ye Yiqian forced a smile and imitated Zhai Yuan, drinking three more cups in a row, even faster and harder.

It seemed as if he wanted to swallow the secret just now with wine.

He was the only one present who knew what had happened half an hour ago.

Two gunshots were heard in quick succession at the Tsing Yi Shipyard. Not long after, Boss Zhai came out with his men. He stuck his butt out and washed his hands at the faucet in an indecent posture. Then he got back into the car as if nothing had happened and headed straight back to the nightclub.

He looked as if nothing had happened. If Ye Yiqian hadn't smelled blood on him in the car, he would have suspected that he had heard or seen it wrong.

I drank three glasses of wine.

Ye Yiqian's emotions had just stabilized.

Li Zhi, who was standing by, curiously picked at Zhai Yuan's coat and asked, "Hey? Boss, why is there blood on your clothes?"

Everyone around him looked at him, and Ye Yiqian almost spit out the remaining wine.

"is it?"

Zhai Yuan turned his head and glanced calmly. There were a few red spots on his shoulders. He guessed that it was caused by the steel pipe hitting his head and accidentally splashed on his clothes.

He said nonchalantly, "Maybe I accidentally rubbed it with red paint. Well, I'll leave it to you. Take it home and help me clean it~"

As Zhai Yuan spoke, he took off his coat and stuffed it into Li Zhi's broad chest.

After a brief interlude.

Everyone in the box started a new round of guessing numbers and drinking wine.

Tonight is the wrap-up party for the filming of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

Zhai Yuan just took advantage of the dinner time to go out and take care of some personal matters.

Watching Huang Zhan and the others laughing and having fun, Zhang Guorong talked about her romantic history with a cigarette in her mouth, and Wang Zuxian, like a foodie, ate the fruit plate and snacks on the table...

Zhai Yuan smiled and looked away. He drank too quickly and rested his head on Li Zhi's soft shoulder, slightly absent-minded.

After tonight, the last shortcoming of the 997 stock, the "September st Daily", was finally filled, and the right to speak was completely in his own hands.

As for offending the Political Department, American devils and the like.

Today is different from the past~
Zhai Yuan yawned, feeling a little regretful. It was a pity that Situ Mingzhu was locked up in the police station by the police, otherwise he should have traveled with Mark Simon tonight.

"Ayuan, you can't bear it after three glasses of wine, right?"

Huang Zhan's hoarse voice rang in my ears. Uncle Zhan bit a cigarette and puffed out smoke: "We just discussed it. You have already written a theme song of the same name for Rong Shao for "A Chinese Ghost Story", but at least two more songs are needed to be complete."

Uncle Zhan said, exchanging glances with Mei Yanfang and Zhang Guorong beside him, and said with a cunning smile: "Everyone is drinking too little, pretending to be refined, why not just finish the remaining two songs tonight, hey, I just wrote one, which is the interlude of Yan Chixia's appearance, and now I will leave a ending song for you, you musical prodigy will not be afraid to take it, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zuxian tugged at Zhai Yuan's arm.

The Taiwanese girl leaned over to Zhai Yuan's ear and whispered, "Mr. Zhai, don't be fooled. Uncle Zhan, Zhang Guorong, Mei Yanfang and the others had been thinking hard for a long time before you came, just to see you make a fool of yourself..."

The sweet whispering made Zhai Yuan's ears itch slightly.

Huang Zhan frowned when he saw this and interrupted, "Hey, Taiwanese girl! Don't whisper when the adults are talking. Did you seduce your boss first?"

Wang Zuxian's cheeks turned red because she didn't drink, and she frowned and made a face at Huang Zhan.

Zhai Yuan smiled and glanced at Zhang Guorong and Mei Yanfang. Rong had a provocative expression on his face, while Mei Yanfang smiled and shook her head slightly at Zhai Yuan, confirming what Wang Zuxian said.

"Okay, what's the bet?"

Copy...write songs? Boss Zhai has never been surprised!

Huang Zhan was stunned when he heard this. He was just making a joke to embarrass his boss, but he didn't expect Zhai Yuan to actually take the challenge.

Seeing this, Zhang Guorong pulled out two Hong Kong dollars from his wallet and slammed them on the table: "Two hundred dollars! If you can write it out before dawn, you win!"

With that kind of momentum, if you didn't know, you would think Young Master Rong was handing out a check for two million.

Huang Zhan immediately nodded in agreement and added: "But you are not allowed to use nursery rhymes to fish in troubled waters!"

Zhai Yuan curled his lips, took out his wallet and threw it on the table: "Twenty thousand~"

Wang Zuxian, who was standing beside him, opened her beautiful eyes wide, showing a little anxiety, and tugged at Zhai Yuan's sleeve hard.

Huang Zhan and Zhang Guorong looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I'll give you 5,000 yuan~"

Before I could react, Lizhi smiled and spoke again, then took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars and placed it on the table: "Of course I bet on my boss to win."

"Eye-catching!" Zhai Yuan smiled and hugged the secretary, then turned his head and asked Ye Yijian: "Brother Jian, do you want to follow?"

Ye Yiqian was completely convinced by Boss Zhai's mentality. Is it really just about killing people and then dancing?
After a moment of silence, he also took out his wallet and threw five thousand yuan on the table: "Of course I'll follow, bet on Mr. Zhai to win!"

Zhai Yuan then asked Wang Zuxian: "Taiwanese girl, what about you?"

Wang Zuxian immediately covered her pockets with both hands and shook her head repeatedly: "My money is useful!"

Others also placed bets sporadically, and Zhai Yuan quickly increased the bet to more than 30,000 yuan.

In the box, Yan Chixia, Wu Ma, the tree demon grandma Liu Zhaoming, director Chen Xiaodong and Wang Jin, who played the county magistrate, and their group, were instigated by Huang Zhan and Zhang Guorong to take out money to follow suit.

They quickly collected more than 30,000 yuan and divided into two camps to fight against Zhai Yuan.

Huang Zhan rubbed his hands together, clearly confident in his new interlude. Seeing that Mei Yanfang hadn't made any move, he said excitedly, "Ah Mei, place a big bet! I don't believe he can write an ending song so quickly. I'm going to make him bleed a lot of money tonight!"

Mei Yanfang nodded with a smile, then took out two thick stacks of Hong Kong dollars from her handbag and threw them on the table: "Here are nearly 70,000 yuan. I was going to use it to pay the bill, but now that Mr. Zhai is here, it's not my turn, so I'll make up the 100,000 yuan bet!"

In the box, there was a chorus of praises, "Sister Mei is great!"

Mei Yanfang stood up and moved to Lizhi's side.

Mei Yanfang smiled at Li Zhi first, then turned her head and looked at Huang Zhan and Zhang Guorong, revealing a familiar smile: "But sorry, Uncle Zhan, I'll support Mr. Zhai in this one~"

The excitement on Huang Zhan and the others' faces had not yet faded. They all widened their eyes in shock, having never expected that Mei Yanfang would suddenly turn against them.

Several people were silent for a moment: "Pick!"

Zhai Yuan laughed, gave Mei Yanfang a thumbs up, and raised his chin towards Zhang Guorong: "Mr. Rong, it's 100,000 yuan, do you want to come with me? If not, I'm going to go home and sleep."

"Sister Mei, you really forget your principles for the sake of beauty!"

Zhang Guorong gave Mei Yanfang an unhappy look and asked the people around him to join in the action. The stakes on the table quickly soared to two hundred thousand.

Two hundred thousand...

Wang Zuxian’s eyes were almost sunken into the pile of Hong Kong dollars, which was enough for her to shoot three movies or buy a house outside.

"OK~Buy it and leave it!"

Zhai Yuan snapped his fingers and said to Huang Zhan, "Uncle Zhan, sing your song first."

Huang Zhan winked at Zhang Guorong, proudly picked up the microphone, and said to Zhai Yuan: "Handsome boy, don't underestimate uncle, this song is very powerful~"

"Yeah, let's get started."

Zhai Yuan leaned back on the sofa and yawned, his attitude very perfunctory.

Why are you being so mysterious? This is an interlude song written specifically for Yan Chixia, how could I not know which one it is?
Immediately afterwards, Huang Zhan stood up.

Holding the microphone, Uncle Zhan considered for a moment, then shouted in his signature hoarse voice: "Human! Tao! Tao! Tao! Tao! Tao! Tao! Tao..."

Without any accompaniment, Huang Zhan sang directly, while Zhang Guorong next to him picked up two chopsticks and beat drums on the table.

"The Tao that can be spoken is not the real Tao! The Tao of Heaven and Earth! The Tao of Man and the Tao of the Sword! The black Tao, the white Tao, the ecliptic Tao, the equator Tao, everything Tao, the Tao of things, all Taos are Tao, but my Tao is not the real Tao! Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah! Nonsense..."

As Huang Zhan became more emotional, the atmosphere in the box quieted down, and even Zhai Yuan, who had heard the original song, looked at him with awe.

The divine song of wine culture is even more of a divine lyric!
As expected of Huang Zhan, he can accomplish something in one go even if he comes up with an idea at the last minute.

I seem to remember there was a rumor that the song "Huangpu Beach" was created by Huang Zhan when he was sitting on the toilet...

Even if Lu Xun were still alive, he would have to say this: this might be what genius is all about!

"... Each one seeks his own way, each one seeks his own way!"

The brief interlude ended quickly and bursts of applause rang out in the box. Even those who had bet on Zhai Yuan were full of admiration for Uncle Zhan.

Chen Xiaodong has already imagined Yan Chixia dancing with a sword, matching the heroic atmosphere of this song.

Wang Jin hugged Wu Ma tightly, smiled foolishly and said, "Brother Wu Ma, when A Chinese Ghost Story is released, your acting career will be expanded. In the future, there will be as many people who will ask you to play the swordsman as Lin Zhengying!"

Before this, Wu Ma mostly played the role of a country gentry elder or a mercenary boss.

Huang Zhan was breathing heavily, listening to the compliments around him, with an excited and proud look on his face. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with this new song that he had created on the spur of the moment.

He sat back down, moistened his throat with wine, raised his head and gave Zhai Yuan a challenging look: "It's your turn, Ayuan. You're not really going to make us wait until dawn, are you?"

"Come on, Sister Mei, let's go~"

Zhai Yuan ignored the people on the other side who were happily opening champagne at halftime.
He picked up his glass and clinked it with Mei Yanfang's. He said jokingly, "You gave me 70,000 yuan to support me. Are you hoping that I will lose so that you can force me to marry you?"

Mei Yanfang was slightly distracted by the smile on Zhai Yuan's face, and then she exclaimed in a very bossy way, saying in a heroic tone: "You figured this out! Mr. Zhai, it's hard to find a soulmate. Let's drink!"

A glass of wine down the stomach.

Zhai Yuan looked at Mei Yanfang again and said like a straight man: "Humph! Then you made a wrong calculation!"

Mei Yanfang: “…”

"Zhizhi, wait for the money~" Zhai Yuan put down his wine glass and said to Lizhi, then turned his head to look at Wang Zuxian: "Taiwanese girl, wait for regret~"

As he spoke, he picked up the microphone on the table and blew twice.

Seeing this, Zhang Guorong was shocked and said, "Damn! You can't be that fast, right?"

"Tsk! This is your first day knowing me? I'm famous for being fast!"

Zhai Yuan rolled his eyes at him, held the microphone and hummed a few times to find the tune, then began to hum: "Please don't come at dawn, let the dream exist forever tonight... Let the infatuation break through the obstacles silently, and don't allow the red sun to teach us to separate..."

In fact, in a parallel universe, this song "Don't Come at Dawn" was originally written by Huang Zhan for another drama "What's Your Name, Sir?" However, the budget of that drama was insufficient so the theme song was cut off, and now it was copied by Zhai Yuan right in front of him.

The original film is about a prostitute who falls in love with a client and hopes that dawn will not come and the red sun will not rise.

Now when dawn comes, Nie Xiaoqian's soul will disappear into thin air, and Ning Caichen will not be able to continue his love with her.

Although there is a huge difference between a prostitute and a beauty, the meanings of the words are extremely consistent.

The slow tempo is lyrical, fantastic and hazy.

Huang Zhan, Zhang Guorong, Chen Xiaodong and Wang Jin gradually had an ominous premonition in their hearts. It seemed that the 100,000 yuan they had pooled together for the bet was about to be lost!

Mei Yanfang watched Zhai Yuan humming with the microphone, her eyes following his figure, her chin supported by her fingers, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

After singing a song,
Lizhi glanced at Uncle Zhan and others in the opposite camp.

Although I didn't understand much music, I could tell who the winner was from the other party's silly reaction.

Five thousand becomes ten thousand!
"How about one more time?"

Wang Zuxian watched helplessly as Li Zhi began to collect money and distribute dividends.
Zhai Yuan 40,000, Li Zhi 10,000, Mei Yanfang 140,000...

The Taiwanese girl slapped her thigh in regret and said, "Mr. Zhai, let's bet with them again. This time I'll bet 80,000 yuan of film pay to support you!"

Ye Yijian, who was standing next to him, took the doubled gambling money from Li Zhi and smiled absentmindedly. Yes, Li Ming must not come.

Otherwise, Mark Simon's body might be found tomorrow, and then the police would come to the door again...

If what happened tonight happens and I need to assist in the investigation, what should I say?

Ye Yiqian glanced at Zhai Yuan, who was chatting and laughing calmly, and felt a chill on his back.

Damn it! This harmless boss is obviously worse than the police. I won’t tell you even if you kill me!

…………

Ye Yiqian's worries were somewhat unnecessary.

Because at the same time.

Wei Xing sent Zhai Yuan to the Rich Man Nightclub, and took the other three to a semi-abandoned house in Kowloon Walled City.

The whirring sound of the blowtorch to remove the hair and roast the meat, the clanging sound of chopping the meat, and the aroma of the meat cooked in the pressure cooker...

Portions of fresh broth were quickly served and poured over boxes of freshly steamed rice.

At around four in the morning, the aroma could be smelled along half of the streets in the walled city.

Satellite squatted at the door, finished smoking most of a pack of cigarettes, looked at the pale sky rising in the horizon, stood up and brushed off the ashes on his body.

When I turned around and walked into the house, I saw Wang Tuqiang packing a lunch box into a plastic bag.

"What? Are you hungry?"

Wang Tuqiang smiled and handed a fast food box to Wei Xing.

"I can't afford it!"

Wei Xing rubbed his face and said, "It's getting late. I'll go back to the nightclub to pick up Boss Zhai. You guys pack the food before dawn and distribute it to the drug addicts in the Walled City. If you can't use it all, send it to the dog farm and say that the Welfare Department is donating today."

Wang Tuqiang waved his hand: "Okay, I've been in the city longer than you."

Wei Xing stopped talking. When he went out, he saw the two brothers Zhang Yaowen and Zhang Yaowu throwing pieces of bones into a large gasoline barrel, putting several layers of coal on top and bottom, and waiting for the coal fire to go out. He estimated that the bones in the middle would be so brittle that they could be crushed into powder with one foot...

Two agents from the Political Department and a CIA agent,
Disappeared without a trace at the fastest speed, evaporated from the face of the earth.

…………

When Zhai Yuan woke up, it was already past one in the afternoon and the sky was bright.

I drank two extra glasses last night and I have a slight headache.

My butt hurts a bit too!

Zhai Yuan rubbed his buttocks curiously and thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't remember how he was injured.

However, it is certain that the injury is on the left hip, not the middle area.

Then it wasn’t Zhang Guorong who did it…

Zhai Yuan lay in bed for more than ten minutes before he slowly put on his clothes and walked downstairs while rubbing his buttocks.

Zhai Yao and two other little girls went to school.

In the living room, only Zhao Meizhen was chatting with the Filipino maid. When she saw her son coming downstairs, she quickly got up and walked into the kitchen, bringing out a large bowl of sobering soup.

"Don't come back if you get drunk again next time!"

Before she finished playing the role of a loving mother, Zhao Meizhen scolded Zhai Yuan fiercely.

Then he put the bowl of soup on the table and said unhappily, "Why don't you come over and drink the soup? Let me treat you."

Zhai Yuan scratched his head. It was just that she was drunk. Was Sister Zhen angry today?

I was drunk last night and I really don’t remember how I got home. Did I offend her in some way?
Thinking of this, Zhai Yuan whispered to the Filipino maid at home: "Hey Maria, what's going on?"

Maria smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Zhai was drunk last night and mistook Miss Yu for Miss Zhou..."

"I choose!"

Zhai Yuan's eyes widened when he heard this.

Frightened!

Yu Feihong was only 17 years old. This crime was much more serious than killing a foreign agent!
Zhai Yuan immediately asked: "Then what? I shouldn't have..."

"No no!"

Maria waved her hands repeatedly and then briefly described what she had seen today.

It was already early in the morning when Weixing sent Zhai Yuan back. Boss Zhai was drunk. Maria rang the doorbell and wanted to open the door, but Yu Feihong, who was packing his schoolbag, got there first.

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, the dazed Boss Zhai asked for a hug from "Cousin Haimei" and held Yu Feihong tightly and refused to let go.

crucial moment!

Zhai Yao rushed out and scored a goal with a flying kick!
"No wonder..."

Zhai Yuan rubbed his aching buttocks again, thinking that Yaoyao's kick was really cruel.

"So it was just a hug, huh?"

"Maybe... uh, I just expressed my feelings with my lips. Mr. Zhai, do you understand me?"

Zhai Yuan slapped his forehead hard.

Quit drinking!

On the table was a bowl of hangover-relief soup made from ginseng, tangerine peel, kudzu flowers and longan fruit.

The taste is sour and bitter and not easy to eat.

But Zhai Yuan didn't dare to complain at all. He picked up the bowl and gulped down the drink, avoiding Sister Zhen's unfriendly look.

Just before Zhao Meizhen took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Zhai Yuan stood up, wiped his mouth and said, "The company has some urgent matters to deal with. I won't be going home this week. Let's go first!"

Run!
…………

Escape from home and return to the company.

Along the way, Zhai Yuan was recalling what he had done to Xiao Yu this morning.

Too bad I can't remember a thing.

It was delivered to my desk, with the front page headline of today's "September 1st Daily" eye-catching.

'The new recording reappears, Situ XX and the man surnamed Li continue to play the leading roles, the second episode of the Hong Kong version of the Watergate scandal is on the stage'

The content of the second episode has little to do with Hong Kong, but it is still exciting.

Li XX: Situ, next month a sum of money will come in from the American foundation...

Situ XX: …Myanmar needs to order 100,000 sets of T-shirts from Jordan, print slogans on them, and we won’t pay you…

Li XX: This happened in Arabia just last month, and here it comes again...

Situ XX: ...In short, all this is done for world peace and stability. If you work hard, you may even win the Nobel Peace Prize in the future...

In a few words,

It set off a triangular scandal between the United States, Myanmar and Hong Kong.

Zhai Yuan didn't know what Aung San Suu Kyi and other Burmese bigwigs would think.

In short, today, the "September 40st Daily" achieved a second success, printing out copies of newspapers again, and its sales volume continues to rise.

It broke the record for the highest single-day sales of a paper media in Hong Kong's history.

A blockbuster!
…………

at the same time.

The Democratic Alliance faction issued an urgent statement, removing the scandal-ridden Szeto Ming-chu from the faction.

The Huidian faction followed closely and announced that it would distance itself from the Democratic Alliance for the Betterment and Progress of Hong Kong, and made no mention of its previous ambition to unite the seven factions to form the largest Democratic faction in Hong Kong.

The twelve-day voting ended in a farce.

The votes of the 466 electoral college members were supposed to be counted over twelve hours, but the results were announced half a day in advance to calm public opinion.

Kwun Tong North City Councillor Szeto Ming-chu was stripped of his candidate status.

Kwun Tong South Urban Council member Tu Yip Sik-yan was automatically elected to one of the 12 seats in this Legislative Council without the need for vote counting.

“It’s almost a failure!”

Admiralty Victoria Harbour Garden Villa.

Yang Sen read the latest results in the living room, sighed depressedly, looked up at his father-in-law Li Bingxiong who was sitting opposite him, and said with a wry smile: "Father, your favorite student was arrested, what do you think?"

"I, as a student, acted too hastily and had too close contact with America. This day will come sooner or later."

Lee Bing-hung, then a member of the Legislative Council and president of the Hong Kong Bar Association, shook his head and said, "You should not have left any evidence in the hands of outsiders, right?"

Yang Sen recalled for a moment and shook his head: "No, there is no intersection between Li Zhiying and me."

"Then stay calm for a while. Don't be too prominent recently."

Li Bingxiong took off his glasses, smoothed his silver hair, and sighed, "What a pity for Situ."

"It doesn't matter. I'm forty-one and I can wait."

Yang Sen didn't want to mention Situ Mingzhu, this stupid teammate, so he asked, "What's the situation in the UK now?"

"The current governor of Hong Kong is obsessed with balance and just wants to get through his term safely, but the bigwigs are very dissatisfied with this attitude."

Lee Bingxiong said: "I heard from the Secretary for Justice that a hardliner will come to power before 97, but it doesn't matter, we just need to do our job well. In addition, the Secretary told me that if the new Governor comes to power, he will establish an independent judicial system, appoint a group of outstanding judges, and set up a final court in Hong Kong to replace the Privy Council. Currently, there are 5 chief justices, 3 from overseas and 2 from Hong Kong, so my focus will be on this matter in the future."

Yang Sen's heart moved. The Chief Justice of the Court of Final Appeal?

If this matter is successfully promoted, Li Bingxiong will definitely occupy one of the two seats in Hong Kong.

If my father-in-law were 20 years younger, he would have had the opportunity to run for the first Chinese Secretary for Justice after the return.

"It's a pity that I'm too old." Li Bingxiong glanced at Yang Sen, as if he knew what he was thinking, and smiled helplessly: "Asen, go to the UK in the near future. I have discussed with the Secretary for Justice. I originally wanted to wait for Situ Mingzhu to be elected as a legislator and send him there. Now I have to change it to you. Go there to study for a year or two, make more friends, and have more opportunities to come back."

Yang Sen raised his eyebrows, knowing the meaning of these words very clearly.

Politician Anson Chan was sent to the Royal Defence Establishment in the UK for further studies last year. After returning, she was put in charge of economic development, just one step away from the position of the third secretary.

Li Junxia from the police force received training in MI6 for half a year and was immediately promoted to Deputy Commissioner of Police upon his return. He will undoubtedly be the first Chinese chief of the next police force.

Going to the UK to study further means a quick rise to heaven.

Combined with what Lee Byung-heung just said, it seems that he wants to train himself in the direction of the Department of Justice?
Yang Sen suppressed his excitement and said in a deep voice: "Father, Situ Mingzhu's incident has a huge impact. I am afraid that in the future..."

Li Bingxiong scratched his gray hair, feeling sorry for his former favorite student. He waved his hand and sighed, "He will go to court for the first trial tomorrow. I'm a little tired, so let's leave it at that for now."

……

That night,

TVB released the second tape of Szeto Ming-chu and Lai Chi-ying, which reflected the daytime text reports of the "91 Daily News".

The next day,

Szeto Ming-chu was escorted to the South Kowloon Magistrates' Courts.

The escort vehicle stopped at Gascoigne Road, Yau Ma Tei. Two bailiffs escorted Szeto Ming-chu out of the vehicle. The entrance of the court was already crowded with onlookers and reporters.

The microphone for interviews was passed to Situ Mingzhu one after another, and reporters fired questions at him in rapid succession.

The parliamentary candidate who was so high-spirited just two days ago, now faced with the flash lights, kept covering his face with his hands to avoid questions.

Looking at the familiar court building in front of him, Situ Mingzhu had a complicated look in his eyes. In the past, he always attended court as a barrister, but he never expected that he would be a prisoner this time.

"As long as the teacher is willing to help me fight the case and get a light sentence, and Mark Simon can do some work afterwards, the sentence won't be too severe as there won't be any solid evidence based on the tape alone."

Situ Mingzhu avoided the interview with the reporters, took a deep breath and thought: "Wait for me to come out, there will still be a chance!"

"Situ Mingzhu!"

Suddenly, an angry voice was heard from the crowded crowd.

Situ Mingzhu turned back subconsciously.
A young man in his thirties with a gloomy face walked out quickly from the crowd of reporters and rushed in front of him.

Then, my heart felt cold.

Situ Mingzhu met the sinister eyes of the strange young man and lowered his head in disbelief. A sharp knife had already stabbed into his chest, all the way to the handle.

"My father was crippled in the bombing and died of his injuries."

The young man succeeded in his attack and pushed Situ Mingzhu away. When he was pinned to the ground by the policemen who realized what was happening, he still tried to raise his head, and shouted hoarsely with veins popping out on his forehead: "This time I am avenging my father, and I am also speaking for the other victims of the bombing. Situ Mingzhu deserves to die!"

All the flashbulbs were aimed at the young man who committed the crime.

Amid the chaos, no one cared about Situ Mingzhu anymore as he fell backwards, holding his heart.

His life gradually dimmed, just like the spotlight that was quickly lit and then quickly extinguished on the political stage...

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"Killing someone outside the court is even more cruel than me?"

Zhai Yuan had just walked out of Twilight Academy when he heard the news that Situ Mingzhu had passed away.

He invited Elsie Tu to join his Chun Qiu Academy of Performing Arts and gave her the title of school director. Together with Ho Sai-chu and himself, the school had not yet opened, but there were already two legislators and himself, a district councillor, in charge.

Immediately afterwards, he received a call from Xia Meng, informing him that Situ Mingzhu had died in front of the South Kowloon Magistrates' Courts.

Wei Xing was steering the car with his hands on it. When he heard Boss Zhai's exclamation, he glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

Who can be more cruel than you? Giving rice with toppings to drug addicts to fill their stomachs is a lack of virtue!
"The situation has been a bit chaotic recently, so the Governor of Hong Kong, Wei Yixin, will return to Hong Kong from Yanjing City tomorrow to take charge of the situation."

Xia Meng's voice came from the phone: "The leader of the Hong Kong-Malaysia Exchange Office asked me to inform you that Wei Yixin discussed some future issues with Yanjing City this time. I don't know the details, but I only know that he wants to do something big before the end of his term, and he has obtained the approval of Yanjing. It's a pity that the Governor of Hong Kong is now undermined, so this matter still needs the help of Chinese businessmen, one of whom is you, so you should be able to meet the Governor of Hong Kong soon, and he will personally invite you to his house for a chat..."

event?

Zhai Yuan hung up Xia Meng's call and frowned in confusion.

Could it be that Wei Yixin is planning to promote me to succeed him as the first Chinese Governor of Hong Kong?
(To make up for yesterday's, there is also
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