I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Chapter 114 Heshenghe Dragon Head

"What's wrong, Li Chang'an?"

Li Chang'an withdrew his gaze from Su Chichuan's retreating figure and shook his head.

"fine."

Just then, Secretary Song came to Mr. Fu's side and whispered, "Boss, the Governor's car is about to arrive, and the banquet hall on the second floor is now open."

Mr. Fu glanced at his watch and said, "Xiao Lan, Anzai, I need to talk to a few old guys about some things, so I won't keep you company any longer. I'll be going now."

"Take care, Uncle Fu."

Mr. Fu nodded and gave Li Chang'an one last piece of advice.

"Anzai, I have high hopes for you in tomorrow's Hong Kong Motorcycle Race. Don't embarrass us Chinese riders."

If you can make us Chinese people look good, then as the host country, we'll have more leverage in negotiations and collaborations with European capital.

"I can only say I'll do my best. There are many unexpected things in competitions. As for negotiations, Mr. Fu, you'd better put in more effort yourself and don't count on me."

"You little brat, you really don't take any pressure at all—"

Mr. Fu was taken aback and left in displeasure.

Hu Xian said, "Let's go up too."

Wen Zhilan nodded and walked up the escalator with Li Chang'an to the second floor.

During this time, she subtly reached out and took Li Chang'an's arm.

Noticing Li Chang'an's gaze, Wen Zhilan whispered, "Li Chang'an, because there will be a dance party after the banquet, many guests will be looking for male and female companions to team up at that time."

When we walk hand in hand, people will know we're a couple, and no one will be so tactless as to ask me out.

As Wen Zhilan spoke, she smiled and leaned closer to Li Chang'an's arm.

"Hehe, relax your arm. You're a grown man, are you afraid I, a little woman, will eat your arm?"

"I'm afraid you have too big an appetite, class monitor. My one arm is far from enough to satisfy you."

"What do you mean? Are you saying you think I can eat a lot?!"

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Hu Xian, a single woman in her late thirties who has devoted herself to her career for many years, couldn't stand the cloying atmosphere behind her and walked a little faster.

The three of them soon arrived at the banquet hall on the second floor of the Peninsula Hotel.

Wen Zhilan whispered to Li Chang'an, "The full name of this banquet hall is Salisbury Room. It is the main banquet hall of the Peninsula Hotel, with an area of ​​350 square meters. It can easily accommodate several hundred people."

Several years ago, when Queen Elizabeth II, US President Nixon, and others visited Hong Kong, the Governor hosted a welcome banquet for them at Lee House.

As Wen Zhilan introduced him, Li Chang'an entered the banquet hall, which was decorated in a rich European neoclassical style.

Looking around, one can only feel that the entire spacious hall is filled with white and gold.

Gilded murals, pure white colonnades, crystal chandeliers—every detail exudes the aristocratic elegance of old European style.

Li Chang'an, however, was not fond of this high-profile style, so his expression did not change.

If we could bring Xiaotang back, seeing the glittering gold everywhere in the Lishi Hall, she'd probably hop and skip around like Wuzai.

Thinking of Xiao Tang, Li Chang'an decided to see if he could pack up some food from tonight's banquet to take back for her to try.

What kind of food does a person like Du eat?

Although Xiao Tang is still giving him the cold shoulder, the tolerant and magnanimous Chang'an will not be as petty as the foolish Xiao Tang.

The three of them found a table near the center and sat down.

During this time, Hu Xian met a business partner and went over to greet him.

Only Li Chang'an and Wen Zhilan remained at the table.

Wen Zhilan raised her hand to call the waiter for two glasses of champagne, but before her hand could fall, four young men in formal suits saw her first.

One of them waved to Wen Zhilan and walked over with a smile.

Wen Zhilan frowned slightly, then whispered a complaint in Li Chang'an's ear: "See? I told you to sit down and not get any closer to me. Now look at this clueless person!"

Before they could say anything more to Li Chang'an, the four young men came up to them.

The young man at the head of the group smiled confidently. He was wearing an iron-gray suit and a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. He said, "I didn't expect Miss Wen, who usually doesn't like attending parties, to come today."

"I haven't found a dance partner yet. After the banquet, would you have the honor of asking Miss Wen to be my dance partner?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhilan readily took Li Chang'an's arm and said, "I have a male companion today."

Upon hearing this, the young man extended his hand to Li Chang'an as if to shake hands.

"Hello, my name is Lin Qiming. My family is in the shipping business, and I am currently in charge of the operation and management of several shipping routes in Southeast Asia for my family."

"My name is Li Chang'an, and I am unemployed."

Li Chang'an shook hands with the other party.

"Unemployed? Mr. Li, you're quite humorous. Does being unemployed mean you're preparing to inherit the family business?"

Lin Qiming smiled, but his eyes narrowed.

He originally intended to politely inquire about the identity of this man he had never met in the industry before, and who was he that could be valued by Miss Wen, who was known for her arrogance.

However, Li Chang'an's answer made Lin Qiming very unhappy, as he felt that he was being looked down upon.

I've made my identity clear, yet you try to fool me. Are you really that arrogant?

How could someone who can't even find a job get into this banquet? And how could someone as refined as Wen Zhilan willingly stay by his side?

But in fact, Li Chang'an really didn't mean to look down on Lin Qiming; he was being quite honest.

Now that Director Yuan's filming is finished and the celebration banquet has been held, Li Chang'an has nothing to do, so of course he's unemployed.

Lin Qiming, however, was unaware of all this. He narrowed his eyes, pondering how to gather information about Li Chang'an.

A slightly chubby companion beside him suddenly said, "Li Chang'an? Could it be—you're that Kowloon Racing God from lately?"

Kowloon Speed ​​King?

Lin Qiming looked at the other person and asked, "What is the Kowloon Racing God?"

"Young Master Lin, you don't usually pay attention to motorcycles. Kowloon Motorcycle God is a rising star in the Kowloon motorcycle circle recently."

He won six championships in Kowloon in one go, sweeping all the motorcycle clubs in Hong Kong!

This chubby young man appears to be a fan of Li Chang'an.

He excitedly recounted many of the legendary deeds of the Kowloon Racing God, informing Lin Qiming about Li Chang'an's situation.

This guy—was he a grassroots racer?

So you're all powerless here, just a nobody!

But—how could Miss Wen let this kind of motorcycle thug live off her?

Does she like rebellious teenagers?

Lin Qiming's initial sense of superiority vanished inexplicably.

Because Wen Zhilan is attracted to motorcycle enthusiasts who are uneducated, poor, and without connections, but looks down on rich young men like him.

Doesn't that mean he's not even as good as a country bumpkin like a motorcycle thug?

Seeing that his companion was about to ask Li Chang'an for an autograph, Lin Qiming didn't want him to steal the spotlight and become the center of attention, so he changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, tomorrow's Hong Kong Motorcycle Race is quite a big event; many well-known motorcyclists from Europe and America will be there."

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Another companion understood Lin Qiming's meaning and, to give him face, chimed in, "Young Master Lin, it seems your father specially hired a genius driver from Japan for the racing team he sponsors. His name is—Nakajima Hayato, isn't it?"

"Before he was even twenty, he won the Japanese Road Racing Championship, and his mountain road record in Japan remains unbroken."

This newspaper calls him a driver who comes along only once every five hundred years!

"With a talented motorcyclist joining the team, Lin Shao's team is definitely a favorite to win the championship."

"But—there were no motorcycles five hundred years ago."

"My chubby companion said instinctively."

Lin Shao took a deep breath, ignored him, and looked at Li Chang'an and said, "Mr. Li, although our team has hired foreign aid, they are not Chinese drivers after all."

"We're counting on you to bring honor to the Chinese community at the Hong Kong Motorcycle Race in a couple of days."

Seeing that Lin Qiming was like a cat offering New Year's greetings to a mouse, Li Chang'an knew he had no good intentions, so he stopped being polite and said indifferently, "Want a Chinese driver to win? Simple."

"Young Master Lin might as well poach all the foreign drivers signed by other groups at high prices, and then disband the teams on the spot."

"If Lin Shao can achieve this, then when it comes to the most outstanding Chinese figures in the motorcycle industry, I think no one would dare to put Lin Shao at the top of the list."

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These words left Lin Qiming speechless, his face turning pale and then red.

Seeing this, Wen Zhilan didn't give him any face and burst out laughing.

Hmph, I can never get the better of Li Chang'an when we bicker. With your little tricks, you think you can put him on the fire and control him?

Dream on!

Just as Lin Qiming narrowed his eyes, as if he was about to say something,

A group of men in matching black suits suddenly walked into the banquet hall.

The leader was an elderly man in a Tang suit who was leaning on a dragon-headed cane. Someone whispered a few words to the old man, and then the old man walked straight toward Li Chang'an's table.

After Lin Qiming and the others saw the square knot symbol on the old man's chest, their expressions changed drastically. Unsure of why he had come, they had no choice but to leave quickly.

Wen Zhilan's smile faded, and her expression turned serious.

This old man was neither a gentleman nor an aristocrat.

In terms of business scale and personal wealth, this old man was not even ranked among the top figures in the entire banquet hall.

They might not even be qualified to enter this banquet hall.

But no one would underestimate him.

Because any project that invests in, establishes a business in Hong Kong, and ultimately involves grassroots workers cannot bypass him and the forces behind him.

This old man was the longest-serving leader in the history of Wo Shing Wo, one of the three major triads in Hong Kong.

Chen Jinxiong.

"How did the Kowloon Racing God get involved with this wicked star?!"

"What? Feeling sorry for your idol? Why don't you go up and help him out?"

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Lin Qiming watched with a smile as Chen Jinxiong led a group of men in suits to Li Chang'an's side, ready to watch the show.

He could tell from Wen Zhilan's somewhat nervous expression that Li Chang'an probably had no relationship with Chen Jinxiong, otherwise why would she be so wary?

People who have no connection with the underworld are being cornered by them — hehe.

Just as Lin Qiming was preparing to see what kind of good show was about to unfold.

The old man with the dragon-headed cane actually led the group behind him to bow down to Li Chang'an!