Macau, Fu's Mansion—

As the Fu family's long-lasting place, the Fu family lost to He Hongshen and Huo Yingdong in the 60-year casino battle. Even Ye Han, the "ghost hand" who is most valued by the Fu family, turned against the Fu family and became the new gambling overlord, and suffered consecutive blows. Only then did Fu Laorong move his family from Macau to Hong Kong with his family.

Even so, the Fu family's old mansion in Macau remains to this day.

The Fu Family Mansion is located in the "Fatima Parish" among the five major parishes in Macau, specifically located in the Heishahuan Generation.

This area is the most concentrated place for Macau’s wealthy people and the most important place for Macau’s ancient culture.

In the Black Sand Ring, you can see many old villa buildings everywhere, as well as many Portuguese-style churches, and gardens.

As the old house of the Fu family, the buildings of the Fu family mansion appear to be more ancient and more humanistic.

"Dingdong! Dingdong!"

The electric door bell installed at the villa gate rang. After dinner, Fu Yunheng, who was drinking tea and reading books in the study, did not look up, but said to Sister Juan who was serving her: "Someone is here, go and open the door." His tone was calm, as if he had known that someone would come tonight.

Sister Juan is the old man who serves Fu Yunheng. She is almost forty-five years old this year. She is a native of Macau, a "self-combing girl". She habitually wears a white robe with a pair of black fragrant cloud trousers underneath, and has long braids on her back.

Self-combed girls are both a special cultural existence in Hong Kong and Macau, especially in this era, which has almost disappeared.

Those rich families used to hire some self-combed girls as maids, responsible for the daily life and diet of the head of the family. In order to retain these self-combed girls, in addition to giving them high salaries, they even promised to help them with their elderly care. Therefore, after many self-combed girls as maids, they were actually equivalent to becoming one with this family, loyal and extremely high status.

Sister Juan is such a "self-combed girl". In the Fu family, even children like Fu Qingying and Fu Jiajun are respectful to Sister Juan and dare not really treat her as a servant.

At this time, after receiving Fu Yunheng's order, Sister Juan stepped on her cloth shoes and swung her long black braids, and went straight to the gate of the Fu family. When she opened the door, she saw a young young man with a hand-packed bag standing outside the door. She looked very handsome, had a very good figure, and was tall and handsome.

"Mr. Fu is here?" Song Zhichao asked politely.

Sister Juan glanced at him: "Mr. Fu is reading a book. If things are not very important, I can convey them for you."

"Well, it's very important. I have to see him." Song Zhichao said, handing over the things in his hand to Sister Juan and said, "I haven't eaten yet. I bought some food on the way. Please do it and help me warm it up."

Sister Juan's eyebrows frowned slightly. She has been in the Fu family for so many years. As a self-combed girl, she has devoted her whole life to the Fu family. It can be said that no one except Mr. Fu has dared to call her like this, let alone a young man who just met. However, Song Zhichao said very politely. Looking at his appearance, it seems that he hasn't eaten yet. So Sister Juan said nothing, and reached out to take the bag handed over by Song Zhichao. After looking at it, it was some specialty snacks from Macau, which are easy to dress up.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, Song Zhichao couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. Fugui was indeed not divided into times and regions, without the modern high-end facilities, the antique decorations of the entire hall, various high-quality furniture made of high-quality wood, precious porcelain, precious carpets on the ground, sandalwood burned in the incense burner in the corner, record machines, hand-cranked telephones, and radios. When he saw these, he thought that when he came to a modern museum, everything could almost be called "antiques". The value of these antiques was absolutely worthless. Not to mention anything else, the "Red Plum Blossom Picture" hanging on the wall was worth millions.

Just as Song Zhichao looked at the living room that was called an "antique" collection room, footsteps came, but Fu Yunheng got a reply from Sister Juan and walked out of the study.

Fu Yunheng at night is different from Bai Ri. He is wearing a long gown during the day, and at night he wears a silk sleeping suit. When he looks at it, he looks even more elegant.

"Achao, it's you who came. I've only met today. I'm here again so late. It seems that you have something important to tell me."

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "You guessed it."

"Sit down, tell me if there is anything." Fu Yunheng pointed to the sofa.

Song Zhichao was not polite and sat down directly.

After a moment, Sister Juan brought tea.

Song Zhichao glanced at Sister Juan, and Fu Yunheng said, "It's not an outsider. Just tell me if you have anything."

So Song Zhichao told everything that had happened before. When he was speaking, Sister Juan stood beside him, her eyes slightly closed, as if she was pretending to be sleeping.

After hearing what Song Zhichao said, Fu Yunheng smiled and said, "Achao, since I have handed over the important tasks to you, you don't need to report this kind of thing to me, just make the decision."

Song Zhichao also smiled, "I will feel relieved if you say this."

"Haha, I know that you come here to test me - you don't doubt people, you don't need to doubt people. Although I am old, I still have the courage to use people without doubt. You underestimate me."

"Mr. Fu, forgive me. It's important. I must confirm it." Song Zhichao apologized.

Fu Yunheng waved his hand, "You don't need to apologize, this means that you are steady in your work, and I will feel more at ease to hand over the things to you."

"Thank you." Song Zhichao finished speaking, and was about to speak, when Sister Juan went into the kitchen to bring out the hot food, placed it on the coffee table, and then went to pick up the dishes and chopsticks.

Fu Yunheng looked at it, but it was pork chop buns, Portuguese chicken, and some desserts. He couldn't help but feel a lot of appetite. He looked at the bowls and chopsticks, but there was only one pair, and then said to Sister Juan: "Give me a pair too. I just read some books and I was a little hungry."

Sister Juan shook her head and said, "These are all too greasy. You have high blood pressure and can't eat it."

"It's okay, eating less is not a problem." Fu Yunheng said to Sister Juan like a child.

Sister Juan curled her lips, went to the kitchen to pick up the dishes, but took the chopsticks and picked a few of them among the food, and handed them to Fu Yunheng and said, "This is still edible, but other things are not allowed."

Fu Yunheng smiled bitterly, "I am so old, how long can I live? I can't eat well, so why do you have to see me so tight?"

Sister Juan said slowly: "This is my job, I have to be responsible for my job."

Fu Yunheng had nothing to say and could only drool at other delicacies.

Song Zhichao was really hungry. While Fu Yunheng and Sister Juan were joking, he had already picked up the chopsticks and started moving.

After eating almost the same food, Song Zhichao wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then said to Fu Yunheng who was chewing slowly: "Mr. Fu, the matter is clear now. Both the Cha family and the He family are eyeing the land occupied by our Fulihua Hotel. I have calculated that in more than a month, the land will be leased to expire. At that time, these two companies will definitely spend a lot of money to participate in the bidding. Whether we can renew the lease is crucial..."

Fu Yunheng put down the small blue and white porcelain bowl, put the chopsticks on the bowl, looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Then what do you want to do?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "Actually, I have said that - I want to make a movie!"

Fu Yunheng smiled slightly, "I support you this, but the specific details-"

Before Fu Yunheng finished speaking, he saw Song Zhichao take out something and hand it over to him and said, "The details are all on this. This is a planning plan I wrote. Of course, due to the time reason, I have also thought about the name of the movie. You can see first."

It turned out that it was a black leather notebook.

"Haha, it turns out you are prepared." Fu Yunheng admires Song Zhichao's efficiency in doing things very much.
Chapter completed!