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

At the Central Shopping Centre in Hong Kong, four Saab S200 luxury cars were parked casually on the side of the road. Not far from the four cars, two Saab V50 minivans were also parked. Six men with buzz cuts, wearing black suits and headsets with bulging waistbands, were constantly scanning the passers-by with wary eyes.

Two Hong Kong police officers walked along Queen's Road toward Jubilee Street. When they turned the corner, their eyes lit up when they saw the four cars and two vans parked so blatantly on the side of the road.

"Senior," one of the young, tall, thin patrol officers raised an eyebrow, indicating whether he should go up and issue the tickets. The shorter patrol officer nodded and quickly walked towards the four Saab S200s, taking out his traffic violation certificate from his breast pocket as he went.

Once they got closer, they saw the license plate of the first car. The short patrolman put the traffic violation certificate he had taken out back into his pocket. The tall, thin patrolman didn't notice his senior's unusual behavior and kept his hand on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, trying to check with the headquarters to verify the authenticity of the license plates of the four cars.

"Front desk, please check the license plate HK-71-1000..."

The short patrolman hurriedly came over and covered the walkie-talkie with his hand, whispering, "Stop investigating, it's Huasheng Company's, don't cause trouble for yourself."

"Officer 9632, please continue," the female voice on the radio continued to inquire about the follow-up. The tall, thin patrolman immediately replied, "Testing, 123321."

"clear!"

Six men in suits beside the two Saab V50s coldly watched the two patrol officers who were whispering among themselves. One of them, a man in a suit with the back of his hand smelling a green snake, shouted at the two officers in American English, "Fuck you! Get out of here!"

The two patrol officers, insulted in public, didn't dare to retaliate. They just glanced at the luxury cars and left without looking back. Other passersby, seeing this scene, knew that these six men in suits were not to be trifled with, and they kept their distance.

At the Gucci clothing store, two menacing-looking men in suits stood at the entrance, their hands behind their backs as if they were standing at attention. Their fierce eyes startled two young female office ladies who were about to enter the store, causing them to stumble and hesitate to step inside.

The sales assistant at the counter noticed the situation and gestured to the manager, who simply shook his head, telling her to mind her own business.

Inside the shop, Zhang Yi was helping Huang Lanzhi choose the latest clothes with her sisters-in-law, Zeng Xia, Gu Ying, and Ma Jiao. Rong Hui and Xiao Rongguo were each holding a can of Coke, sitting on the leather sofa, swinging their legs and enjoying their drinks. Chen Xiangui sat there somewhat awkwardly, glancing at his wife who had already come out of the fitting room, and almost froze.

Huang Lanzhi was wearing a V-neck, lotus-root-colored long dress. As she turned around, a large expanse of white flesh was revealed on her back. Looking at herself in the mirror, she asked her daughters-in-law, "Is this really appropriate for me? Isn't it too revealing?"

"No, ma'am, this is just right for your age. It's elegant and sophisticated. I'll pick out a pearl necklace and earrings for you later," Zhang Yi said with a smile as she looked around. "Pearls are the most versatile. Wearing this with this outfit will make you look incredibly elegant."

"Didn't you design an outfit for me? I can wear that to Lianxiang's wedding," Huang Lanzhi said, still feeling a chill down her spine. When she turned around, she saw her old man staring at her in shock, which almost made her blush.

"Our angels' costumes are all high-end. You can wear this Gucci style for everyday wear. It won't hurt if it gets dirty," Zhang Yi helped Huang Lanzhi adjust her skirt. Huang Lanzhi glanced at the price tag. 500 Hong Kong dollars for everyday wear was a bit too extravagant for her.

"Wow! Auntie, you're dressed like the Queen from Snow White in Disneyland!" Ronghui suddenly ran over and laughed as he looked up at Huang Lanzhi.

Zhang Yi rolled her eyes at her son, "Go away, if you don't know how to praise someone, don't force it."

Ronghui was still unconvinced, "It just looks like it!"

"Brother, but the Empress doesn't dress like this. I've never seen her dressed like this on TV," Xiao Rongguo said, standing to the side with a can of cola in his arms. "She always wears zombie clothes, with a triangular headband and tassels hanging down like those on mosquito net hooks, like this and that."

Xiao Rongguo tilted his head and explained to his brother Ronghui, who exclaimed, "No, that's how the fairytale queen of America dresses. You're talking about the queen of China."

"But if the Empress were dressed like that, my mother said she would be slapped across the face if she went out," Xiao Rongguo said, bringing up his mother, Wu Fangru, when his brother didn't believe him.

"Giggle giggle!"

Zhang Yi and Zeng Xia, who were picking out clothes nearby, were amused by the two clowns' words and kept laughing. Chen Zaiguang couldn't stand it anymore and waved to the two clowns, "Jimmy Rongguo, come and sit down, stop talking nonsense."

"Uncle, I'm not making this up. My mom told me when we were watching TV," Xiao Rongguo said, pulling himself up onto the sofa by Bill's knees.

Bill couldn't understand the two kids' cross-server communication, so he picked up Ronghui and put him on the sofa before getting up and saying, "Brother Guang, I'm going out for a smoke."

"I'll go with you," Chen Xiangui said, having been sitting there for a long time. He followed Bill out of the store, where Bill took out a Marlboro, offered one to Chen Xiangui, and lit it for him. Chen Xiangui patted Bill's hand lightly to indicate that it was ready, and then exhaled a puff of smoke. "This smoke is strong enough. America's stuff is so pungent."

"It might not be your first time smoking, sir. But once you smoke it a few times, you'll find Chinese cigarettes too thin. I, for one, just can't get used to the Chinese cigarettes Tony brought me," Bill said, exhaling a puff. The old man and the young man stood at the entrance of the Gucci store, freely exhaling smoke at the passersby.

No one dared to show the slightest disgust on their face, because behind the old man and the young man stood two bodyguards with fierce eyes, who were obviously involved in organized crime and not to be trifled with.

"Dad, why are you standing at the door?" Chen Lianxiang and Lin Qingsheng, carrying bags, saw Chen Xiangui standing at the door smoking and chatting with Bill from afar and asked curiously.

"Your mother and your sisters-in-law are picking out clothes. I was bored, so I came out for some fresh air. You guys come in," Chen Xiangui said, opening the door for him. Chen Lianxiang didn't go in, but instead took out a box from the gift bag and handed it to Chen Xiangui. "Dad, this is a watch that Qingsheng and I picked out for you. Please take a look and see if it suits you."

"I'm already wearing a watch, why are you buying me another one? Honestly, what a waste of money," Chen Xiangui complained, but still opened the box. Inside was a gold Rolex. Chen Xiangui immediately tried to hand the box back to Chen Lianxiang, saying, "This watch is too expensive, I don't want it."

"Dad, it's only 50,000, it's not expensive," Lin Qingsheng said, opening the box, taking out the gold Rolex, and about to put it on Chen Xiangui's hand.

"Fifty thousand isn't expensive? You guys are really something, what can I say about you?" Lin Qingsheng took off Chen Xiangui's Shanghai-brand watch and put on a gold Rolex, making his wrist feel much heavier.

"Dad, the moment you put on this watch, your demeanor changes completely."

"Really?!"