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Peninsula Hotel, 22 Subarley Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, Hong Kong.

A pot of aged Pu'er is placed on the table in a famous lobby teahouse in Hong Kong. The mellow fragrance is faintly placed next to several famous Cantonese teas.

Wu Xiaozu raised his legs and leaned casually on the sofa, holding a Chinese magazine with a colored swimsuit cover in his hand - Ming Pao Weekly.

"Fashion assistant No. 22 Li Meifeng and model No. 3 Qiu Shuzhen came on the court, and the beauties showed off their famous brands in the backstage for the Jade Stage Convoy"

The cover selected the image of Miss Hong Kong Swimsuit Competition more than a month ago. The middle was divided into two with tear marks. On the left was a blue three-point photo of Chiu Shuzhen, and on the right was a golden three-point photo of Li Meifeng's whole body, which was very eye-catching.

Wu Xiaozu looked at Qiu Shuzhen, who was strangling her camel toes with her waist and showed respect with a slight force.

1987 marks the 15th anniversary of Miss Hong Kong Island. TVB has carried out intentional reforms to show its grandeur.

The date was delayed from June to September. The number of shortlisted beauties has dropped from 30 to 22, and they have even flew to Southeast Asia, Japan and other places to film, which shows attention. Although it has ended long ago, the show of "Miss Hong Kong" continued off the stage.

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"Brother Zu—Sir Chen is here."

Ye Weixin led a man with a shaved face, a rigid face and a sharp eyes.

"...Haha, Chen Sir--" Wu Xiaozu subconsciously covered the small tent with Ming Pao Weekly.

In the past two days, I was very angry when I woke up and it was easy to raise the flag.

"A Peninsula Hotel invites me to drink tea...were rich and powerful?"

Chen Bingzhong glanced at Wu Xiaozu like an eagle, took out a pack of Marlboro from his pocket, popped up a piece of it and held it firmly in his mouth, touched his shirt, raised his chin at Wu Xiaozu, "It's not convenient to borrow it."

A fire?"

Without further ado, Ye Weixin took out a lighter to light a cigarette, but Wu Xiaozu held down his arm. Wu Xiaozu took out his fine-crafted Zippo and lit Chen Bingzhong's anger.

"Yo, the US Navy version of Zippo?"

Chen Bingzhong glanced at the firephone and raised his eyebrows, "Director Wu is really making such a profit recently? A military commemorative version of Zippo costs several thousand yuan, right?"

"Sir Chen Zhongyi, let me give it to you?" As he said that, the lighter threw it over.

"Thank you, but I'm so afraid that Lao Lian will target me... I'll forget it."

Chen Bingzhong looked at the lighter in his hand, shook his head, threw it back to Wu Xiaozu, pulled the chair and sat down, stared at the other party, and asked curiously, "Is there anything wrong with finding me in such a hurry?"

Yu Guang happened to see the photo of Qiu Shuzhen leaked from Ming Pao Weekly, and her expression was strange.

"Is the news from last month? The Miss Hong Kong has been over for almost a month before she started paying attention?"

"What? Oh...you talk about magazines!"

Wu Xiaozu was stunned, and then suddenly picked up Ming Pao Weekly and smiled, "I just took it over on the newspaper shelf in the lobby to pass the time. I didn't care much about the content."

"This Qiu Shuzhen is pretty, but many people say that she has had plastic surgery. But I don't think it's possible. If this Miss Qiu wasn't the one named Huang Ying, she would have won the championship! Unfortunately..."

Chen Bingzhong said something stupid, which made Wu Xiaozu puzzled. He didn't know that this serious and rigid Chen Sir suddenly became so girlish.

"It's not a pity. At least because of this scandal, the people of Hong Kong Island have a deeper impression of Chiu Shuzhen who withdrew from the competition. This kind of competition is still for fame, so it doesn't matter whether the championship or not."

Wu Xiaozu laughed casually and said, "It may be possible that there are experts behind this scandal to help her make moves..."

I didn't see Chen Bingzhong's dark face at all.

...

In front of the huge fountain of the Peninsula Hotel, a black Rolls-Royce slowly docked in front of the main entrance.

"Please——"

The doorman in a fully white uniform and a white hat smile enthusiastically greeted the man who got out of the car. The man is of medium figure, wearing black-framed glasses, a small beard, a POLO shirt with a collar, and a very gripped hairstyle. Strong and arrogant, looking arrogant and crazy.

"Brush brush--"

The mustached man took out his wallet, impatiently pulled out a few Hong Kong dollars of varying face value and threw them on the ground behind him, and then walked towards the lobby with a eager look.

"Thank you Huang Sheng!"

The doorman ignored the surprised gazes around him, and while thanking him, he squatted down and bent down to pick up the Hong Kong dollars scattered on the ground.

"I'll take your lungs, are you so arrogant?" The colleague's doorman next to him asked with envy and dissatisfaction.

"Do you know Yulang International? Huang Yulang, the boss of Yulang International, is so angry!" The doorman who stood up straight after picking up the money answered impatiently.

Topaz Wave?

The few doormen next to them were shocked. Although they have worked in Peninsula Hotels for many years and have seen countless big names. However, they have a net worth of billions, and the top Usang, a big shot in the city's media, makes them look up to them even more. Usang can be regarded as the "Hong Kong Island Dream" The prototype of the film, from a worthless boy to a media tycoon, is indeed very inspiring. In recent years, it has also been one of the "idols" among Hong Kong youth.

Yulang International not only unified Hong Kong Island and even Southeast Asia Chinese comics, but also frequently took action in newspapers and magazines. It has many media publications with a large circulation in Hong Kong Island and Southeast Asia.

...

Lobby teahouse.

"Ale?"

Chen Bingzhong took a sip of the fifteen-year-old Pu'er tea soup, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "He is a minor, and he has not really sentenced him. At most two years, you can come out in one and a half years at the earliest. Azu, you Why bother to do something? It’s a waste of time?”

Wu Xiaozu paused with the teacup hand and silently put it down again.

"If you don't do some things, you won't be able to calm down."

Wu Xiaozu lowered his face, rubbed his fingers on the teacup, and said in a deep voice: "Besides, Brother Zhong - you know that he is just a child, and his age is in the flower season. Don't talk about it for two years, but it's inside for several months. It's hard to bear. As a big guy, I can't really pretend to be deaf and dumb outside, right?"

"I thought you knew how to eat your brain when doing business."

Chen Bingzhong sneered, "Now it seems that he is still like a young and dandy person! Do you really think the prison is your family's open mind? If it was really easy to arrange, I would rather have the prison sentence than to arrange for you to be released earlier."

The voice paused and said, "I'll go back and try it to see if I can apply for medical parole. You can also ask his school teachers and classmates to write to the prison for mercy. If he performs well enough, he will be reduced in sentence."

"Lezai is better than me, so I can definitely sigh." Wu Xiaozu smiled, "Brother Zhong, you are so worried. At worst, I donate hundreds of thousands to the police force, and you will be credited."

The typical knife-mouthed sir in front of me is a tofu heart.

When he was released from prison, he happened to catch up with the storm in the world. He also went to the prison to pretend to be a "threatening" and "remind" himself.

Thinking about it now, I'm afraid he was really worried that Wu Xiaozu would go on the road of no return again, so he appeared on purpose?

"Hundreds of thousands?"

Chen Bingzhong rolled his eyes and reached out to Wu Xiaozu without hesitation, and said angrily: "Please! There are so many rich and famous people in the city who want to donate money to the police force. Are you going to tie the line?

Besides, do you think the senior executives of the police force will accept donations from young and dandy at this time? They just eat their own shares in many companies, which is the kind of person that even the old villains can easily find out.

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Will you get into your body odor? Do you really think that bad people are idiots? I don’t know how many people want to give money in front of the police officer’s club department!

You want to give money... let's talk about it first! But with your reputation as a movie, you can really get to the eyes of the senior police force in the future. Work hard-"

Chen Bingzhong reached out and patted Wu Xiaozu on the shoulder, making Wu? I'm so thief--I'm rich? Xiaozu looked depressed.

Money ≠ status!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a huge sound came from the teahouse not far away.

Wu Xiaozu looked up in surprise and saw a man with a mustachive face swaying his sleeves and leaving the table.

Eyes are opposite.

Huang Yulang's eyes were just about to face a gloating look. He saw a young man who looked extremely annoying and looking at him and the loli beside him unscrupulously. Suddenly, an airflow rose from the inner gland.
Chapter completed!