Rebirth of Hong Kong's tycoons, shorting Eagle Sauce

"Dad, were you showing off your muscles just now?"

In Wang Lei's impression, his cheap dad would never make such a simple mistake.

Wang Zhengyi's face turned red. He couldn't say that he was eager to protect his son and let it slip.

He smiled and said, "You figured it out."

"Well, this is not the last trump card in my hand."

Wang Lei felt that being labeled as an arms dealer was not a big problem. As long as his Cayman capital and industries around the world were not exposed, the trump card was still there.

Hearing this, Wang Zhengyi was slightly shocked. His son had a lot of secrets.

"Alei, you've been tired these days. After this busy period, I want to take you around."

Wang Lei did not reject his father's interest in revisiting his hometown, and suggested:

"If you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it's like walking at night in brocade clothes. Dad, why don't you take me back to Mang Village to have a look?"

When mentioning his hometown, Wang Zhengyi's face changed slightly, and he said hesitantly:

"Let's see if there is an opportunity. There are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with in the group."

Wang Lei wondered in his heart, could it be that his cheap father had any bad memories in Mang Village?

Come to think of it, if you are comfortable in your hometown, who would think of taking risks in Hong Kong City.

...

The next morning, the father and son planned to try the world-famous Kyoto roast duck.

But from the hotel window, they saw dark green pickup trucks and old Audi A4 parked below.

Wang Lei was still wondering why so many luxury cars suddenly appeared.

As a result, when he arrived at the hotel lobby, several large groups of people surrounded him.

"Mr. Wang, we are representatives of the Quartermaster Department. If you are free, we would like to talk to you right away."

Before Wang Lei could come back to his senses.

A white-haired old man in a suit handed over a business card:

"Mr. Wang, I am Professor Ni who studies artificial intelligence. We are from Longke Institute. I heard that..."

"We are representatives of the foreign trade department. We would like to invite you and your son to have a simple meal..."

Business cards were constantly stuffed into the hands of the father and son. Looking at the messy scene, both of them were a little dumbfounded.

Looking at Representative Xiao with questioning eyes.

Representative Xiao was also a little helpless. He didn't expect that his phone call would stir up a hornet's nest, so that a group of people received gossip.

And he couldn't afford to offend any of these groups of people.

Wang Lei and Wang Zhengyi were also a little overwhelmed. These groups of people had hot eyes and looked like they were going to eat people.

Agreeing to the invitation of one party would inevitably treat the other parties poorly.

"Commander Zhao, I hope you can give us and Mr. Wang some space to be alone. Do you know how important our research is?"

The quartermaster surnamed Zhao refused to give in:

"Academician Ni, I know your research is meaningful, but national defense is more important. Without powerful weapons, our airspace is always facing the threat of the United States!"

"The most important thing now is to earn foreign exchange for the country. Without money, where will your research funding come from, Academician Ni? Commander Zhao, where will your procurement costs come from?"

Just when the parties were arguing, a familiar voice sounded not far from Wang Zhengyi;

"Boss Wang?"

Wang Zhengyi was startled. This voice often appeared in his dreams. He hurriedly shouted:

"Brother Zhanzhi, is that you?"

"It's me!"

Wang Zhengyi hurriedly pushed the crowd away and instantly noticed He Zhanzhi and his son who were stopped outside the hotel by several soldiers.

"Mr. Wang, are they your old friends?"

"Yes, he is my comrade from the same village, Ni Zhanzhi!"

Hearing the word "comrade", Commander Zhao immediately had an idea, and he smiled:

"Then I will let them in, and we comrades can have a good reunion."

He emphasized the word comrades, and everyone could hear his pride.

Others knew that Wang Zhengyi had reunited with his old friends, and they certainly didn't want to discuss cooperation with them. Academician Ni and the representatives of the foreign trade department could only bid farewell reluctantly, and asked the Wang family father and son to contact them as soon as they were free.

Wang Zhengyi and Wang Lei also hurriedly agreed.

He Zhanzhi, who was released, was very excited, and the two middle-aged men hugged each other tightly.

"Boss Wang, you are still alive."

"Haha, Zhanzhi, I didn't expect to see you again one day."

"You have gained a lot of weight."

"You are too."

"But you are still so domineering and heroic."

"I like to hear that. Well, this is your son?"

"Pingnan, why don't you say hello to your uncle?"

It was the first time that Ni Zhanzhi saw so many big shots. He shouted nervously:

"Hello, Uncle Wang."

Wang Lei also shouted "Hello, Uncle Ni".

Wang Zhengyi was very concerned about his old brother's recent situation. He learned that Ni Zhanzhi had opened more than a dozen factories., and they seem particularly happy with the chain stores.

"Zhanzhi, you are doing well, I am relieved. What I am most worried about in Gangcheng is you old brothers."

He is an orphan, and except for a few comrades who have been through life and death with him, he really has nothing to worry about in the mainland.

"Boss Wang, you must go back to your hometown. Erdan is now the village chief, and he is very powerful."

When Wang Zhengyi heard about his hometown, he resisted on the surface, but listened very seriously.

"So, the villagers still planted apple trees after I left?"

"Yes, they only know how good you are, platoon leader. Many people still talk about you more than ten years after you left in anger."

When Wang Zhengyi mentioned this, he was a little emotional.

At the beginning, he took a train for five days and five nights to ask experts to survey the land in Mang Village.

The mountain road was steep, and he carried the old expert on his back and climbed the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The result was that the slope of Mang Village was suitable for planting apple trees.

Unfortunately, a group of people were stubborn and the production team interfered, accusing Wang Zhengyi of seeking personal gain.

How could the young and energetic Wang Zhengyi bear such grievances of not being understood...