Codename Doctor, Moved to Hong Kong

Chapter 8 Visit to Ho Tung
The car drove into Manor No. 6.

As soon as Zhang Chaoyang entered the castle, Chen Chuan came up to him.

"Sir, I have already made an appointment with Mr. He. Mr. He will be waiting for you at home tonight. He said he would treat you to a meal and welcome you."

"Okay! I understand!" Zhang Chaoyang nodded.

Although Ho Tung has always been in Hong Kong and had little contact with him, Zhang Chaoyang was very famous when he was in Shanghai. Now Zhang Chaoyang is one of the only two Chinese living on the Peak.

It was impossible for Ho Tung not to know him.

"Have you arranged everything regarding the company registration?"

"Everything has been arranged. We have found a professional company to take care of these things."

"Well! Arrange someone to investigate the housing prices and rental information in Hong Kong and Kowloon Peninsula, and come up with an analysis report." Zhang Chaoyang instructed again.

Zhang Chaoyang was about to go upstairs when he suddenly thought of something. He stopped and told Chen Chuan, "Find someone to train the servants you found. We will have to entertain guests in the future, so we must know etiquette."

"Okay, sir! I will contact the body etiquette teacher of the girls' school to teach them." Chen Chuan agreed.

"Yeah!" Zhang Chaoyang nodded and went upstairs to the study.

Lighting a cigar, Zhang Chaoyang slowly sorted out the memories left by the original owner in his mind amid the smoke.

The original owner's life was too exciting, with too many memories that needed to be slowly sorted out.

Although I had absorbed and integrated the original owner's memories during my previous confusion, they were not my own memories.

Therefore, after receiving and integrating it, it settles in the mind.

This is just like our old memories. We don’t think about them on a normal day, but only when we are reminded of certain special objects, scenes, or people.

Zhang Chaoyang came here through time travel, and the original owner's identity was a double agent. Zhang Chaoyang didn't want to wait until he encountered a special scene to trigger this memory.

It would be terrible if you missed something or overlooked some details!

Therefore, Zhang Chaoyang was anxious to sort out the memories in his mind and go over all the details of the original owner to avoid missing anything.

Sure enough, Zhang Chaoyang found another neglected memory from his memory.

He is lurking in Hong Kong and has online contacts.

Tomorrow morning is the time to meet with the contact person codenamed Scholar. This was arranged before the original owner came here.

Almost overlooked it.

If he missed the contact, it would be a big deal. The organization might misunderstand that he had defected.

After arriving in Hong Kong, he was dazzled by the glamorous world of Hong Kong and forgot the mission of the organization.

Fortunately, I finally remembered it.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Zhang Chaoyang continued to sort out the memories in his mind.

As time passed, the cigar in Zhang Chaoyang's hand went out automatically.

It was not until today that Chen Chuan informed Zhang Chaoyang that the time was almost up and it was time to visit Ho Tung's home.

Zhang Chaoyang then put down the extinguished cigar in his hand, walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and then changed his clothes.

Then he took a car with Chen Chuan to Ho Tung Gardens at 75 The Peak Road.

They were all on the top of Taiping Mountain and on the same road, and soon arrived at the gate of Hedong Garden. The guard at the gate had obviously received the notice and quickly opened the gate, letting Zhang Chaoyang and his party into the courtyard and guiding them to park the car on the parking lot.

Ho Tung Gardens, in general, is much smaller than Zhang Chaoyang's Manor No. 6, also known as Zhang Mansion, and the terrain is not as flat as Zhang Mansion, so Ho Tung Gardens is stepped.

The parking apron is on the first floor, while the main house, a large Western-style building, is on the top floor.

After Zhang Chaoyang and his group got off the car, He Dong had already come out with his family to greet them.

"Welcome, welcome!" He Dong, who is already in his eighties, almost ninety, said with full energy and a hearty smile.

"Mr. He! Please forgive me for my intrusive visit!" Zhang Chaoyang took a few quick steps and stretched out his hands to hold He Dong's hands.

"It is my honor to have Mr. Zhang as my guest in my humble home. It brings honor to my humble abode!" He Dong was very enthusiastic and said while holding Zhang Chaoyang's hand tightly.

"I have heard of Mr. He's name a long time ago, but I was in Shanghai before and I have never been able to visit Mr. He in person.

Now, after arriving in Hong Kong, I thought about visiting Mr. He and listening to his teachings. "Zhang Chaoyang also said very politely.

I consciously put myself in the position of a junior.

Zhang Chaoyang's humble attitude made He Dong even happier. He took Zhang Chaoyang's hand and let him into the living room.

After entering the living room, the host and the guest took their seats.

"Mr. He, this is a little gift from me, please don't mind it!" Zhang Chaoyang took the two wine jars from Chen Chuan and placed them on the coffee table.

"What is this?" He Dong asked curiously, looking at two inconspicuous wine jars.

“In 1915, the 1915 Panama-Pacific Exposition was held to celebrate the opening of the Panama Canal.

At that time, Fenjiu also represented China in the World Expo.

And it won the gold medal. These two jars of wine were produced in 1915 and came from the same wine cellar as the gold medal-winning Fenjiu!" Zhang Chaoyang explained to Ho Tung, patting the wine jars.

“Is this the 1915 Gold Medal Fenjiu?
Mr. Zhang, this gift is too much!" He Dong said politely in surprise.

He had heard of this wine, and it was something that money could not buy.

When Fenjiu won the gold medal that year, the Chinese people were greatly encouraged and this batch of Fenjiu was also highly sought after by the powerful and wealthy.

For a time, drinking Fen when entertaining guests or giving gifts became a popular trend.

The Fenjiu Factory at that time was just a relatively large workshop with limited annual output, which naturally could not meet the needs of so many people.

This further boosted the value of Fen, and people became more fond of Fenjiu, especially the 191-year-old Fenjiu, which was even more scarce.

Soon, the 1915 Fen was no longer available on the market, and those that were not consumed were collected by interested people.

Now, more than 1915 years have passed, and the Fen is even more scarce. Only a few people still have collections of it, and they treat them as heirlooms and are reluctant to give them away.

After some more pleasantries, they started talking about business.

He Dong would never think that Zhang Chaoyang was visiting him simply out of courtesy.

"Mr. Zhang, after coming to Hong Kong, what industry do you plan to develop in?" Ho Tung asked tentatively.

"I haven't thought about the details yet, but I am optimistic about two industries, one is the real estate industry, and the other is the film and television entertainment industry." Zhang Chaoyang said with a faint smile.

(End of this chapter)