After the poor daughter was exposed: bigwigs from all walks of life went crazy

The fountain pool in front of the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong reflects colorful mist under the bright midday sun.

As soon as the security personnel isolated and evacuated the crowd, one black Bentley after another entered in an orderly line and stopped steadily at the main entrance of the hotel.

In the middle car with the license plate number "W", a man in a dark grey suit and with a calm and noble temperament was leaning on the back seat and dozing with his eyes closed.

His facial features are deep and cold, and there is a hint of fatigue between his brows from being busy with work. His manners and clothes from head to toe reveal the sophistication and superior cultivation of a capitalist family.

"You don't have to follow the rest of today's schedule. Please reply to Mr. Guo's birthday party tomorrow night for me and tell him that you will definitely be there then."

The bodyguard opened the car door from the outside, and Yan Silin spoke a few words to the secretary sitting in the front passenger seat in a leisurely manner before entering the hotel surrounded by the bodyguards.

Some media reporters had already learned that Yan Silin would entertain VIPs at the Peninsula Hotel today, so they set up their cameras and waited in advance.

When everyone was wondering who the distinguished guest was, the car with license plate number "W" that Yan Silin was riding in suddenly caught everyone's attention as soon as it appeared.

"Isn't this the most expensive license plate in China that was sold for HK$2600 million at a license plate auction two years ago?!"

A reporter exclaimed in surprise, causing everyone present to look over excitedly.

This license plate was sold at a sky-high price, and it became a household name in Hong Kong. But after the auction, it has never appeared again, and the buyer who spent money lavishly has become a mystery.

Unexpectedly, it was photographed by the current head of the Yan family. For a while, the sound of camera flashes was endless, and everyone wanted to get this front-page headline as soon as possible.

Liang Yufeng was waiting early in the long table conference room of the Marco Polo Presidential Suite.

He wore a black and white printed silk shirt, which was loose on his body but could not hide his outstanding figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The first two buttons of his collar were open, revealing the faint lines of his chest muscles. His long legs were crossed, and he was leaning back in a casual and lazy manner, just like the playboy rumored by the outside world.

After hearing the door open and footsteps, Liang Yufeng straightened up a little, stood up and said, "Brother Yan."

"You were quite punctual today and didn't stand me up." Yan Silin sat down opposite him, his tone somewhat teasing, and his icy face rarely softened.

The circle of wealthy families in Hong Kong is so small that the two people of similar age naturally became childhood friends.

They went to study abroad in Country M together in their early years, and their relationship was so close that it was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Well, I can't let you down, Brother Heqing. You won't kill me, but he really will." Liang Yufeng said half-jokingly, then paused and continued, "But then again, why did he suddenly come to Hong Kong City? We haven't had any cooperation projects with the Liming Club recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, the buzzing sound of a helicopter's wings circling at high speed came from far away outside the window.

"No, when someone comes, ask them yourself."

Yan Silin raised his chin slightly, his tone revealing the teasing that only comes between acquaintances.

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Because they had booked a flight back to school next Monday, the schedule was tight, and they only had this afternoon of free time, so Shen Shu and Fang Yuanyuan went on a special forces tour.

The two of them applied for Octopus cards and kept traveling to various tourist attractions.

Together, they rode the AIA Ferris Wheel in Central, went to Yau Ma Tei Street, which is often seen in Hong Kong movies, and felt the atmosphere of life that is completely different from that in the mainland. They witnessed the splendor of Tsim Sha Tsui and took the Star Ferry to enjoy the sea breeze of Hong Kong Island.

I ate pineapple buns in Harbour City, had cart noodles in Causeway Bay, and found a treasure dessert shop hidden in the corner of the street.

The rare leisure time this afternoon made Shen Shu forget the pressure she was carrying. She was not a talented driver who was highly expected, nor was she a corporate boss who had to deal with various forces. She was just an ordinary high school student who came here to travel.

As the sun set, the two took the Sunset Flyer and got off at Victoria Harbour Station.

At 7pm, night fell. The bells of the clock tower rang on time, echoing in the ears of tourists from all over the world. Different languages ​​were mixed together, and the sound of airplanes flew overhead from time to time, revealing a busy corner of the bustling city.

The neon lights of the high-rise buildings along the sea light up, giving the undulating sea surface a layer of colorful coat.

Yachts of various sizes passed by slowly, creating layers of colorful ripples.

In the rest area, Shen Shu, who was wearing a black baseball cap and a low-key outfit, was talking on the phone with Fang Xin who was far away in Zhengzhou.

Fang Yuanyuan, who was standing beside him, pressed the shutter button and took a picture of the night view of Victoria Harbour. She bit her lips lightly, deleted and typed the messages on her phone, and finally sent only the picture.

Not long after, she received a reply from someone with the note "Big Boss".

"You are also in Hong Kong?"

The word "also" made Fang Yuanyuan's heart skip a beat. She quickly replied, fearing that she would neglect the other party.

"Yeah, I came here to travel and watch the car race. Are you here too?"

"Yes, what do you mean? Let's meet up."

Fang Yuanyuan was stunned when she suddenly received the news of the meeting.

This was an online friend she met in a computer forum. He was a technical expert and explained a lot of useful computer knowledge to her, which helped her a lot.

But because the other party's gender, name and age were unknown, she could only note the title "Big Brother".

She bit her lip in hesitation, but finally agreed.

The two have known each other for a while. In a sense, this big guy is the master who really led Fang Yuanyuan into the computer field. It would be nice to be able to thank him in person this time.

——At this time, Song's house was far away in the capital

"Mr. Guo has watched you grow up since you were a child. And since you are going to Hong Kong City, you must come with me to his birthday party tomorrow to show your face."

Mr. Song lowered his eyes, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

Song Yun is going to Hong Kong at this critical moment. If not for the racing league, then for what?

Because of what happened to Song Zhen back then, Mr. Song has been extremely disgusted with everything in the racing field over the years.

His son rebelled and left home, and his grandson was also uncontrollable. After the last cold war, Mr. Song now turned a blind eye to Song Yun's involvement in the racing circle.

"Oh, I see."

Song Yun pushed open the rosewood folding door, responded indifferently, and then walked out of the main hall.

"You come along too."

Old Master Song took the tea handed to him by the butler and glanced at Song Huaizhi, who had been sitting below him in silence.

"Yes."

Song Huaizhi was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he appeared in public as the heir of the Song family. He excitedly agreed immediately.

Then he subconsciously looked up at Song Yun's leaving back.

This was the second time he met Song Yun.

The term "chosen one" seems to exist just for this person.

He has an admirable family background and unparalleled talent, but he does not live according to the rules and instead grows up recklessly.

If it weren't for Song Yun's rebelliousness, how could he have the opportunity to be noticed by Mr. Song and be trained as the heir to the Institute of Mathematics.

In front of such a person, Song Huaizhi began to feel inferior.

Song Liu, who was leaning against the second entrance, slowly stood up after seeing Song Yun coming out.

"Brother, I will go to Hong Kong City with you tonight."

"Why did you change your mind again?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him in confusion.

The person who just said he had no interest in going changed his mind in just a few minutes.

Song Liu said lazily, "I made an appointment to meet an online friend in Hong Kong."