Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

When Viscount 843 landed at Hong Kong International Airport, it was already noon. Chen Dong and his group took a shuttle bus to the exit gate and did not encounter any immigration personnel or any ridiculous scenes of deliberately discriminating against or making things difficult for people from the mainland.

Mainland passengers who can fly to Hong Kong are not the kind of people who can be discriminated against and harassed at will by these petty immigration inspectors. Chen Dong and his group were dressed in suits and leather shoes, looking very stylish, while the women were dressed in office lady outfits with their hair neatly styled in a bun.

Only Zhang Yi and Chen Lianxiang, dressed in beautiful dresses and carrying small handbags, arrived at the registration desk chatting and laughing. Zhang Yi spoke to the Hong Kong immigration officer in American English and handed over her passport.

The female immigration officer politely nodded to Zhang Yi, and without asking any questions, quickly stamped her passport. Little Chen Hui, held by Chen Dong, handed over both of their passports, which were also quickly stamped and they were allowed to pass.

Chen Zaisheng could only use the mainland passenger channel. He handed over his passport, and hearing the male clerk at the registration counter deliberately speaking English, he replied in a perfect London accent, "I'm transiting through Hong Kong on my way to America, New York, for business!"

As soon as Chen Zaisheng spoke, the male staff member immediately smiled and nodded at Chen Zaisheng, stamped the document with a snap, handed it over with both hands, and said "Goodbye!"

When it was Zhang Tiejun, Wang Xuewen, and Ma Xiuyun's turn, they simply handed their passports to the registration desk and said coldly to the male staff member who was speaking English, "Speak Chinese, I don't understand!"

Zhang Tiejun and his team showed no signs of nervousness typical of newcomers to a capitalist society. The staff member who was about to continue showing off his broken English was taken aback by Zhang Tiejun's attitude and asked, "What are you here for?"

"Business trip, transiting to America, New York!"

After saying that, he stared intently at the staff member. The supervisor next to him came over, glanced at Zhang Tiejun's passport, and signaled that he could go through. After the passport was stamped, Zhang Tiejun didn't even say thank you, took the passport and left.

After Wang Xuewen and the other twelve people were all allowed to pass, the male staff member finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked the supervisor next to him, "Who are these people? They look so fierce!"

"They're soldiers, they've all seen blood on their hands. Next time we encounter something like this, we'll just let them go!"

Chen Dong led a group of people, holding his son Xiao Chenhui's hand, while Xiao Chenhui held Xiao Rongguo's hand, walking towards the airport exit. Behind them followed Chen Zaixing, who, although wearing a suit, nervously slung his old-fashioned hip bag over his shoulder, looking exactly like a farmer entering the city.

Wow!

"Is this Hong Kong? My goodness, this is amazing!" Chen Zaixing exclaimed as he looked at the shops in the airport and the various men and women in different clothes walking around him.

It was just an airport, yet it was enough to shock Chen Zaixing, a villager who had never traveled far from home in his life. Chen Zaixing couldn't even imagine how magnificent America, which Chen Dong described as being even more prosperous than Hong Kong, must be.

"Tony!"

As soon as Chen Dong and his group walked out of the waiting hall, a silver Mercedes-Benz was parked at the entrance. A man in a black suit was waving at Chen Dong and shouting in English.

"Uncle Bill, you look younger!" Little Chen Hui, who was being led by Chen Dong, shouted back at the person waving.

Bill chuckled, crouched down, picked up little Chen Hui who had run towards him, and asked, "Jimmy, is it fun in China?"

"Mmm! That was so much fun!" Little Chen Hui excitedly recounted how he had a blast in Tuocheng. Chen Dong chuckled and patted his little bottom, "Back in New York, you'll have to settle down!"

"Tony, how's the search for your family going?"

"Everything's going well. Let me introduce you. This is my second brother from China, Zaisheng," Chen Dong said, introducing Bill to his cousin, Lianxiang.

"Hello," Chen Zaisheng said with a smile, extending his hand to Bill.

Chen Lianxiang greeted Bill with a smile in Chinese. Chen Dong then introduced Zhang Tiejun and the others behind him, "These are the bodyguards I hired in China. They are all retired soldiers, and they are very skilled. Bill, you'll have some good opponents for your martial arts training in the future!"

"Hahaha," Bill laughed as he shook hands with Zhang Tiejun, Wang Xuewen, and the others, "I am Tony's personal bodyguard. You can call me Bill. I am America's second-generation bodyguard."

"My team has six people in total," Bill pointed to the other five people who were still standing by the Mercedes-Benz, wearing sunglasses and on guard, and introduced them to Zhang Tiejun and the others.

The other five men were all Chinese bodyguards carefully selected for Chen Dong by the late Mr. Chen Shengyu. They were ruthless and vicious, having come from the Hongmen gang in Chinatown.

The reason why Mr. Chen Shengyu was able to make his fortune in America so quickly was because of the support from the Hongmen in Chinatown. Most of the shareholders of Huadong Sheng Company were also members of the Hongmen.

Don't assume that Chinese people in America are discriminated against and oppressed by people of both white and black skin colors. The Chinese people who are oppressed by white and black people are all people without connections or influence.

In America, there are truly influential Chinese people who, if you dare to bully members of the Hung Mun gang, believe me, a minor bro could physically kill you with a bullet in no time.

Even if they beat you up, they're protected by laws and won't be held legally accountable. If they die, it's all for nothing. At most, they'll have to do community service for two or three months, and when they come out, they'll still be a kind-hearted bro.

Even when dealing with these connected Chinese communities, the COPs don't dare to treat them like they would with Black bros, because Chinese people generally don't cause trouble, but once they do, even one or two patrolling COPs can't withstand their firepower.

Chen Dong and his group got into the silver Mercedes-Benz and drove to the Xiangjiang International Hotel where they were staying. Chen Dong didn't even need to exchange for Hong Kong dollars, as US dollars were still accepted there.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Bill had already booked a room. Chen Dong led his men into the room, while Bill and his six men guarded the corridor outside the room. After Zhang Tiejun and the others put down their luggage, they also came out, with the three men and three women taking their positions.

"After dinner, take a rest, and I'll take you out for a stroll tonight to see the night view of Hong Kong," Chen Dong said to Chen Zaisheng, Chen Zaixing, and the others.

Standing at the window, Chen Zaixing looked down from the 30th floor. The houses below seemed like tiny blocks of tofu. He kept exclaiming, "Damn, Hong Kong is so prosperous!"

"Stop looking," Chen Zaisheng said to Chen Zaixing. "After we finish eating, I'll let you stand here by yourself and let you look all you want!"

"No way! Dongzi said he'd take us to see the night view, but I want to ride in the car and see the streets of Hong Kong!"

"Then hurry up and pack your things. We'll come downstairs after we finish eating!"

"Yay!"