Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

Countless people have proven through their own experiences that alcohol cannot be tamed.

In fact, the same is true.

Especially when in a very bad mood, it is even less likely to tame alcohol.

Zhao Yazhi drank cup after cup, her face turning from white to red, and then from red to even redder.

The tears in her eyes never fell, but her eyes seemed to be veiled in mist.

"You're drunk," Chen Fei said.

"Mind your own business." Zhao Yazhi glared at him and brought the cup to her lips again.

Chen Fei reached out and pressed his hand against the rim of the cup.

Zhao Yazhi looked up at him, unsure whether it was the effects of the alcohol or her emotions reaching a breaking point.

Her voice trembled with tears: "What right do you have to tell me what to do? You took my car, talked nonsense in front of my husband, made me get slapped, and even called me 'sister-in-law' without my consent. What right do you have to tell me whether I drink or not?"

Chen Fei didn't say anything and removed his hand.

Zhao Yazhi picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Then she poured another glass, her gaze fixed on it, as if talking to the wine: "I married him when I was nineteen. At that time, I thought that once you get married, it's for life. Life is very long, long enough to endure all unhappiness."

Chen Fei drank a glass of wine and listened quietly.

Zhao Yazhi continued, "Later I realized that a lifetime is too long, so long that you don't want to endure it anymore."

She looked at Chen Fei and said, "Tell me, am I stupid? I thought that as long as I took good care of the family, he would believe me, but in the end... he would rather believe the gossip in the newspapers and other people's idle talk than believe a word I said."

Chen Fei didn't reply, but picked up his glass and drank silently.

Zhao Yazhi drank another glass, looked at the empty glass, and said, "You can go now. I want to be alone for a while."

"How can I leave when you're this drunk?"

"Then I'll go." Zhao Yazhi stood up and staggered out the door.

Chen Fei paid the bill, followed him out, and asked, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."

Zhao Yazhi remained silent for a while, then the image of Huang Hanwei taking a girl into a nightclub flashed through her mind. Suddenly, she turned to look at him and asked, "Is it convenient for me to come to your place?"

At this moment, she felt like Dao Baifeng, wanting to take revenge on Duan Zhengchun.

Why bother about how long you've known each other?

"My home?"

Zhao Yazhi nodded: "Is it inconvenient?"

"Of course it's convenient, I live alone," Chen Fei said.

After getting into the car, Zhao Yazhi stopped talking; she was quite drunk.

When she was woken up again, she found herself at Chen Fei's house, where he was holding a glass of water.

Zhao Yazhi, slightly drunk, asked, "Why are you so good to me?"

"This isn't good," Chen Fei said. "This is basic humanitarianism."

Zhao Yazhi took the cup and said, "Thank you."

After finishing her water, she handed the cup to Chen Fei, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, and asked, "Chen Fei, I have a question for you. Answer me seriously."

"you say."

"Tell me...am I a terrible woman?"

Chen Fei asked with a smile, "Why do you ask that?"

"What good is a successful career if I'm unhappy in my life? I have no motivation to do anything. My husband doesn't believe me, and people outside say I'm promiscuous. I can't even keep an eye on my own car, and now I'm going to be with a stranger..."

She paused for a moment and looked at Chen Fei.

"And you even lend me your stockings."

Chen Fei smiled and said, "I was just joking. I didn't expect you to actually lend it to me."

Zhao Yazhi stared at him blankly. "You said you don't like drunk women, right?"

"I said that."

"Actually, I'm not drunk." Zhao Yazhi suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "Do I look drunk to you?"

"If you weren't drunk, you would definitely kiss me," Chen Fei said.

Before she could finish speaking, a pair of red lips kissed him.

……

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading across the white sheets.

Zhao Yazhi opened her eyes, her head throbbing with pain.

Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, I paused for several seconds before slowly turning my head away.

When she saw Chen Fei lying next to her, with one hand on her waist.

Zhao Yazhi's mind went completely blank for a moment.

Last night's events kept replaying in her mind: drinking at the restaurant, him drinking from her glass, her asking Chen Fei to bring her to his house, and then...

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then she felt the hand move.

Then Chen Fei asked, "Awake?"

Zhao Yazhi didn't say anything and buried her face in the pillow.

"Regret it?" Chen Fei asked again.

There was a long silence.

"...No." Zhao Yazhi's voice was muffled by the pillow, revealing no emotion.

Chen Fei immediately smiled and said, "That's good."

Zhao Yazhi lifted her head from under the pillow. "What's so good about it?"

"Good is good," Chen Fei said with a smile. "If you regret it, I'll have to coax you. If you don't regret it, I'm saved trouble."

Zhao Yazhi angrily threw a pillow at him, "Aren't you afraid I'll still be thinking about him?"

"It's okay, I don't care." Chen Fei caught the pillow. "Since I don't regret it, one more morning exercise won't hurt."

Zhao Yazhi's face turned red again. "I have to go to work."

As he spoke, he was about to get up.

"It's still early."

Chen Fei grabbed her arm.

About an hour later.

Boo!

Zhao Yazhi forced herself to leave, tidied herself up, came out of the house, went downstairs, drove her own car out of the community, merged into the traffic, and quickly disappeared around the street corner.

Chen Fei upstairs finally had time to check the system.

I was up all night last night and then did my morning exercise this morning, so I didn't get to go see anything.

To be honest, the young woman smelled quite nice.

And they really did ride the clouds.

[Daily Task: Contact a seasoned business professional before noon to unlock a mystery gift from the mall.]

After reading it, Chen Fei thought to himself, "Isn't this simple?"

The owner of the convenience store downstairs must be a seasoned businessperson.

Extremely simple.

After noting down the task, Chen Fei then went to look up the book he had bought yesterday, "Detailed Process of Cheung Kong's Acquisition of Hutchison Whampoa".

He planned to borrow money from Li Ka-shing today, so he naturally had to show some real skills.

Besides the May Fourth Movement, this information is also crucial.

By this time, Li Ka-shing had already established himself in the Hong Kong real estate industry through Cheung Kong Holdings, possessing considerable capital strength and operational capabilities. He also kept a close eye on the dynamics of British-owned trading companies in Hong Kong and keenly seized the opportunity to acquire Hutchison Whampoa.

In order to successfully acquire Hutchison Whampoa, he made multiple preparations in advance, accumulating capital and reputation, and gained the appreciation of HSBC tycoon Sir Michael Sandberg.

Furthermore, they cultivated goodwill during the battle for Wharf Holdings and conducted in-depth research on Hutchison Whampoa's business layout and development potential in advance, formulating detailed operational improvement plans.

The materials purchased by Chen Fei included Li Ka-shing's improvement plan, details of his negotiations with Sir Michael Sandberg regarding the future development of Hutchison Whampoa and the details of the equity acquisition, as well as the number and names of the people present.

To avoid repeating the mistake of information leaks during the Wharf Holdings takeover battle, Li Ka-shing attached great importance to the secrecy of the acquisition plan. All negotiations were conducted in secret without the outside world knowing, with only key personnel involved.

If Chen Fei were to throw this document onto Li Jiacheng's desk, it would surely terrify the latter so much that he would lose sleep and appetite.

After carefully studying the materials, Chen Fei felt more confident.

Now all that's left is HKD 30.

I need to borrow money today.

I'll borrow a few million to spend first.

If Li Ka-shing doesn't lend the money, the only option is to use one's own May Fourth Movement-style clothing as collateral.

With the May Fourth Movement combined with Li Ka-shing's plans, they're sure to make money while maintaining a high standard.

After thinking it over, I spent another HK$10 to buy "physical fitness enhancement".

His principle in life is to fight if he can win, and run if he can't.

A warm current flowed through my body.

[Enhancement successful: Resistance to impact +40%; Speed/Reaction +40%; Strength +50%; Stamina +45%]

Chen Fei felt that he had become stronger.

As Chen Fei was about to get out of bed, he noticed an earring that Zhao Yazhi had accidentally dropped. After thinking for a moment, Chen Fei decided to keep it.

……

Half an hour later.

The convenience store downstairs.

"Boss, how long have you been in business?" Chen Fei asked casually when buying the alarm clock.

"It's been over ten years. I used to sell beef offal in Causeway Bay," the owner replied.

This can also be considered a seasoned businessperson.

"Let's exchange contact information so I can contact you if I need to buy anything in the future."

"Okay, my phone number is on that sign."

Chen Fei took out his notebook and wrote down the phone number of the convenience store.

[Daily task completed, rewarded with the Wheel of Reincarnation Technique]

Wow, this reward is pretty awesome!

Chen Fei liked it very much.

After careful consideration, I found it to be very suitable for me.

Last night he realized that there were still many areas where he hadn't performed well.

With the blessing of the Wheel of Reincarnation Technique, that young woman surnamed Zhao will surely be utterly defeated, losing all her armor and foaming at the mouth.

I just don't know when we'll have another chance to talk.

Chen Fei hailed a taxi on the roadside. "To Cheung Kong Building."

After getting into the car, he glanced at the driver's ID and was surprised to find that the driver's name was Song Zihao.

"Song Zihao? Aren't you doing business in Taiwan?" Chen Fei said casually.

Without turning his head, Song Zihao said, "Just going to jail, what kind of business do you think I am? What are you from, brother? How do you know me?"

"I used to just mess around," Chen Fei said. "Unlike you, who used to be a big shot."

"I haven't been a big shot for a long time," Song Zihao replied calmly. "It's hard for someone who's been to jail to find work."

The two stopped talking.

Song Zihao was a very good driver; he managed to get Chen Fei to the Cheung Kong Building in just ten minutes, covering a journey that usually takes more than ten minutes.

"Brother Hao, could you give me your pager number?" Chen Fei asked. "I'm Ah Jie's friend."

Song Zihao thought for a moment and wrote down his pager number for him.

After getting off the bus, Chen Fei looked up at Cheung Kong Building and then at the surrounding buildings.

These are all properties owned by Hongkong Land.

Hongkong Land is Hong Kong's oldest real estate company. It owns a vast portfolio of high-end commercial buildings in the prime location of Central, the heart of Hong Kong's economy, and is hailed as the "crown jewel" of Hong Kong real estate.

Whoever can acquire Hongkong Land will become the top property developer in Hong Kong.

But now all of this has nothing to do with Chen Fei.

He stepped into the Cheung Kong Building and went to the front desk: "Hello, I'd like to see your company's boss, Mr. Li."

"Do you have an appointment?" the person in front asked.

Chen Fei handed over the document in his hand, "No, but this document is extremely urgent. Please deliver it to Mr. Li as soon as possible. Mr. Li has been waiting for this document."

It contains part of the negotiations between Li Ka-shing and Sir Michael Sandberg. If Li Ka-shing sees it, he will definitely meet with him.

The receptionist glanced at the cover, "Minutes of the Talks between Cheung Kong and Hutchison Whampoa," which was stamped with a red "Urgent" seal, and said with some skepticism, "Okay, sir, I'll send it as soon as possible."

After leaving Cheung Kong, Chen Fei went to the tea restaurant across the street for morning tea.

While I was looking for a seat, someone called out, "Hey friend, we meet again."

Chen Fei looked over and saw that it was Chen Jiaju.

"Inspector Chen, we meet again." Chen Fei sat opposite him and asked in a low voice, "On a mission?"

"No," Chen Jiaju shook his head. "I just came out for tea. Come and sit with me."

He was in a bad mood because Zhu Tao was dead. As a police officer, he not only failed to obtain evidence against Zhu Tao, but also caused the suspect's death during the arrest. This was a huge mess.

He was immediately sued by Zhu Tao's lawyer and suspended from his job due to a dispute with his superior.

Chen Fei said, "It's better to meet by chance than to invite someone. This meal is on me."

"No!" Chen Jiaju hurriedly refused, "I haven't thanked you for what happened yesterday. This meal is on me, don't be shy."

Since he was so generous, Chen Fei didn't refuse.

Chen Jiaju asked, "How do you address a friend?"

"Chen Fei, Chen Dong Er, Fei Fei."

"So we're from the same family after all," Chen Jiaju said with a smile, then called the waiter to order food.

As the two were eating, they saw several guys enter the tea restaurant and head straight for Chan Ka-kui.

The guy in the lead, who looked like a grotesque monster, pulled up a chair and sat down. "Officer Chen, I've been looking for you for ages."