Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

"Dong Dong Dong, Lord Lawrence, the guest you invited has arrived."

"Invite them in."

"Yes!"

The hotel's personal butler politely turned around and invited Lai Luo, Yan Xiong and Shi Zhijian into the presidential suite.

I thought that there was only Lord Lawrence in the room, but I didn't expect the three of them to go in and see that Chen Zhichao was also there.

In front of a very quaint tea table, Lawrence, with white hair and spirited spirit, was wearing a light-blue casual Tang shirt and brewing Kung Fu tea with a steady posture.

Seeing the three people come in, without raising their heads, they said, "The three of you are looking for a place to sit. This tea table is very big, and the tea will be ready."

Laidlaw sat down suspiciously.

Yan Xiong couldn't help but look at Chen Zhichao more.

Only Shi Zhijian sat down easily.

The Kadoorie family has been in Hong Kong for many years, and the family members have long since been localized. Not only do they speak fluent Cantonese, but many living habits are the same as those of the locals.

Especially Lord Lawrence, in addition to being a workaholic, he is also keen on qigong and health preservation, which is a match for the tycoon Shao.

Compared with Shao Daheng, Lawrence also has a hobby of drinking kung fu tea, and he doesn't like it without tea.

After a set of procedures, Lai Luo and the three all had a small cup of Kung Fu tea in front of them. The delicate tea cup was filled with a faint fragrance, which was refreshing.

"Try it, this is a good red robe." Lord Lawrence made an inviting gesture.

Laidlaw picked up the teacup.

Yan Xiong picked up the teacup.

Chen Zhichao pinched the teacup.

Shi Zhijian didn't move much.

Lawrence glanced at him, "Why don't you move?"

Shi Zhijian said: "I just drank Lao Junmei at the home of Detective Lei, and the taste of tea is still on the tip of my tongue. I am afraid that the encounter between the two will conflict and spoil the charm of this Dahongpao."

Lei Luo, Yan Xiong, and Chen Zhichao's eyelids jumped.

Lawrence laughed, "You know tea, I found a confidant."

Lai Luo three, look at me, I look at you, I don't know whether this cup of tea should be drunk or not, and whether to put it down or not, so I took a sip and put it down.

Seeing that the three teacups were about to fall, Roland suddenly looked at Yan Xiong and said, "Inspector Yan, Jiang Kun's business----"

Yan Xiong was worried about this. He heard that he was in a hurry and almost knocked over the teacup he just put down. He was about to explain that this matter had nothing to do with him, it was all Shi Zhijian's idea...

Lawrence continued: "I want to thank you!"

"Huh?" Yan Xiong wondered if he heard it wrong.

Lai Luo also widened his eyes.

Although Lai Luo is the Chief Inspector of China, in Hong Kong, black and white have one hand to cover the sky, but to put it bluntly, it is the **** of the rich tycoon.

If people are willing, they can take out the money at any time to play with a new detective.

Therefore, a level like Lawrence is simply beyond what Laylo can reach.

What's more, in terms of identity, in addition to being a famous super tycoon, he is also a famous royal lord, and his identity is no trivial matter.

Therefore, Lai Luo actually made preparations secretly, and as a last resort, he had to sell Shi Zhijian.

Brothers, they are all for sale.

Although Lei Luo has a sincere affection for Shi Zhijian, he has already seen through the loyalty and loyalty of the rivers and lakes. Only by protecting himself can he talk about loyalty and save his brother.

"Lord Lawrence, what do you say?" As soon as Yan Xiong said that, he felt that he was asking stupidly.

Lawrence disagreed, "I want to thank you and Inspector Lei for helping me catch the arson suspect and spare my oil company."

The expressions on the faces of Lai Luo and Yan Xiong became very strange.

"Inspector Chen told me that Inspector Lei received a tip, and Inspector Yan killed his relatives righteously. This makes me very grateful."

Lai Luo and Yan Xiong looked at Chen Zhichao together, and their expressions became even more strange.

Chen Zhichao touched his nose and looked at Shi Zhijian helplessly.

"This matter is very important. Inspector Chen has already found out that it turned out to be a local troll in Tsuen Wan, and there was collusion within the police station to destroy the Texaco Oil Company and force the company to relocate."

Lawrence sighed, "Hey, when we built the company in Tsuen Wan, we were stopped by the local people, saying that it was destroying the local Feng Shui. I know that the Chinese take Feng Shui very seriously, but I didn't expect that this conflict would continue to this day. …”

Lai Luo and Yan Xiong's hearts were chaotic and chaotic, how could it be different from the script they got?

Chen Zhichao looked at Shi Zhijian helplessly again.

Shi Zhijian picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened, took a sip, and praised: "Good tea."

"Anyway, because you resolved this matter properly, I would like to thank you anyway. For the time being, I will show my affection with this thin tea, and I will not give up." Rolandi raised the teacup and gestured to Laylo and the others.

Lai Luo, Yan Xiong, and Chen Zhichao were busy holding up their teacups.

Shi Zhijian also held up the teacup.

Several people took a sip.

After everyone put down the teacups, Roland said again: "Everyone has something to do. I'm grateful for taking the time to come here, and I don't dare to disturb too much."

Lai Luo and the others got up and said, "How dare we, we are also disturbing."

It was followed by a series of polite words, and then one by one, saying goodbye to Lord Rowland.

Lawrence asked the hotel's personal butler to send everyone out of the room, and then waved goodbye.

...

Leave the presidential suite and walk into the elevator.

Laidlaw was conflicted.

Yan Xiong was nervous and excited, grabbed Chen Zhichao behind him, "Say, what the **** are you doing?"

Chen Zhichao patted Yan Xiong's hand, "Let go!" Then he said, "Ask him!" Shi Zhijian, who was following up, pursed his lips.

...

Inside the Presidential Suite.

A young ghost guy of twenty-seven or eight-year-old came out of it and came to the tea table to sit down.

Lawrence was slowly pouring himself a drink.

The young man took the tea kettle and poured a cup for Rolandz, and then poured another cup for himself. Then he raised his head and asked, "Father, why are you doing this? You knew that those people just colluded to set us on fire. Company, not only do you not expose them, but also cover them up?"

Lawrence held the teacup with a slight smile, and said to his son Michael Kadoorie, "I just ask ~www.readwn.com~ Is this good or bad for us?"

Migao thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't quite understand."

Lawrence sighed, this son still needs to learn, and he is not only a little weaker than that young man.

"The Tsuen Wan Petroleum Company has suffered from rodent infestation for many years, why has it refused to relocate?"

"Relocation requires relocation fees, which are huge, and those shareholders are unwilling."

"Hehe, you only know one and don't know the other." Lawrence shook his head. "The relocation fee is just an excuse. What's more important is the equity -- what percentage of the shares does our family own in the oil company?"

"Forty percent."

"That's right."

"If the company relocates, what can we do?" Rowland stared at his son earnestly.

Mi Gao suddenly thought of something, "Father, do you mean——"