Hong Kong West Kowloon Station—

As one of the busiest ports between Hong Kong and the Mainland, West Kowloon Station can be said to be a must-have place for many Hong Kong people to go to the mainland.

At this moment, an ambulance with a flashing red light was parked five hundred meters away from the station entrance.

The car door opened, and it was Niu Xiong, the driver of Song Zhichao's official driver, and then the tall and big bald man Jin Jiu got out of the car.

The two of them came to the back of the car and opened the rear door of the ambulance. They saw Song Zhichao changing clothes inside and changing his black suit into a very ordinary blue-gray denim suit.

In this era, denim clothes are fashionable. Especially after the King Andy Lau performed the movie "If Heaven Is Love", in a denim clothes, there were basically fashionable young people wearing this denim clothes on the streets of Hong Kong.

Next to him, Li Jiaxin was still dressed in a pink nurse outfit, and her beautiful and charming appearance made the two men, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, stunned - the lethality of the beauty can be seen.

"Do you really want to wear such clothes? I still think you are more handsome in a suit." Li Jiaxin smiled and gave Song Zhichao a button.

"This is not easy to see through - I'm secretly back to the mainland this time, not going on a trip." Song Zhichao buttoned up the jeans and lifted up the waist of the trousers.

"I know - but you are more handsome than Andy Lau like this." Li Jiaxin said in a coquettish manner.

"Is that so handsome?"

"It's so handsome!" When Li Jiaxin thought of what Song Zhichao taught him, she couldn't help but giggle.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong: “…”

I feel that I am redundant - I am so embarrassed to see the boss flirt with Meimei Li.

Fortunately, Song Zhichao said to them at this time: "Where is my package? Are you ready?"

"It's ready." Jin Jiu hurriedly took out the bag he had prepared early in the morning, but it was a black sports backpack.

Song Zhichao glanced at the backpack, which was made of Adidas, and frowned.

Jin Jiu hurriedly said: "Your explanation is in a hurry. I was going to buy a more low-key one, but..."

"It doesn't matter, this brand is also very good." Song Zhichao took his backpack, opened it and looked at it. It contained various documents such as temporary entry and exit certificates, such as cigarettes, lighters, toilet paper, chewing gum, etc., and a thick three stacks of US dollars, which counted as exactly 30,000 yuan.

Song Zhichao took out the US dollar and threw it to Jin Jiu, "No need to do that - how much cash do you have?"

Jin Jiu touched him and took out five thousand Hong Kong dollars from his body, while Niu Xiong also took out three thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Song Zhichao accepted it all, stuffed it into his backpack, and then told them: "It's a secret for me to go back this time. You will stay in Hong Kong for the time being, so as not to make the media suspicious - now you send Jiaxin back and take good care of her, OK?"

"No, I'm going to watch you leave." Li Jiaxin pulled Song Zhichao's hand, pouted, and said coquettishly.

Song Zhichao touched her head, "Be good, you look so beautiful, you are a star again, and it only caused a sensation in the past - now my identity cannot be exposed." After that, he waved his hand, put on his backpack, turned around and left.

Li Jiaxin waved at him, her beautiful eyes flushed.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong looked at Song Zhichao's back and felt bad. You know, they have always been with Song Zhichao, and they are inseparable from each other. One acts as a bodyguard and the other acts as a driver. Now they can only watch Song Zhichao embark on a journey back to the mainland alone. Their mood can be imagined.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back," said Jin Jiu.

...

On the bus from Hong Kong to Pan Yu, mainland China—

I don't know how long it took.

Song Zhichao closed his eyes, put his backpack next to him, and the sound of peeling egg shells came from his ears.

Then there is the...well, it's a very bad smell.

Song Zhichao opened his eyes and saw a honest man stuffing eggs into his mouth. When he saw Song Zhichao, the man smiled embarrassedly and asked Song Zhichao: "Do you want to eat? I still have it." As he said that, a small plastic bag was lit, and indeed, there were seven or eight tea eggs inside.

Song Zhichao shook his head and smiled.

Next to him, a woman in a red wool coat swept her nose and complained to the honest man: "Mainland people? I really don't have a moral character. You feel comfortable eating eggs, it smells so smelly!"

Then he turned to Song Zhichao, "Do you think so? Are mainlanders very bad?"

It turned out that Song Zhichao was dressed in a fashionable dress, and women regarded Song Zhichao as a Hong Konger - unlike the honest man, holding a fish-skin bag, with a white enamel tea tank hanging on the bag, and wearing rough blue labor cloth clothes. At first glance, they were a country bumpkin who came to Hong Kong from mainland to work.

Song Zhichao smiled at the woman in red, showing her white teeth: "Sorry, I'm from the mainland too."

The woman in red: “…”

He turned his head awkwardly and muttered: "Anyway, mainlanders are really bad!"

The simple and honest man was ridiculed and scolded by the woman. He felt embarrassed and couldn't raise his head. He secretly put the peeled egg back into the plastic bag.

At this moment, when Song Zhichao said that he was also a mainlander, the honest man couldn't help but his eyes lit up and looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Really, are you also a mainlander?"

Song Zhichao nodded and smiled and said, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

The honest man nodded violently, "You look very fashionable, like a Hong Kong person."

"Whether they are Hong Kong or mainlanders, they are all Chinese, aren't they?"

"Uh--" Song Zhichao's words made the honest man unable to turn a corner - You know, in the eyes of mainlanders in this era, Hong Kong people are the first-class people, and they say that everyone is the same, isn't that kind of thing?

But soon, the honest man asked again: "By the way, little brother, where are you going?"

I used to think that Song Zhichao was from Hong Kong and the honest man dared not call him a brother. Now I know that he is from the mainland, so I took the initiative to be intimate.

"Go home for the New Year." Song Zhichao said.

"Are you from Pan Yu?"

"No, I'm from Nandu - I have friends in Panyu."

"Oh, no wonder you speak Cantonese so well." The honest man nodded, "I am from Dongguan, and everyone likes to call me Dongguanzi."

"Oh, my name is Achao, just call me Chaozai." Song Zhichao stretched out his hand.

Seeing that Song Zhichao's hands were so clean and slender, they were even more beautiful than the hands playing the piano in the movie, the honest man hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, then he held Song Zhichao's hand and shook his hand a little awkwardly.

"I work for others in Hong Kong, and to be precise, I tie steel bars and cement for others at the construction site - what are you doing?" Dongguanzai asked.

"Well, do some small business." Song Zhichao said.

"Doing business? No wonder." Dongguanzi suddenly realized his appearance, "You look different from those of us, you are so rude. You are like scholars."

Song Zhichao laughed, “Is that true?”

"Yes - it's better to read more. My father forced me to study at the beginning, but I couldn't study. Now I can only come to Hong Kong to work hard." Dongguanzai said with a sigh.

Song Zhichao smiled. Just as he was about to comfort the other person, he felt that the bus he was riding suddenly shaking, as if he was braked violently, and his body couldn't help leaning forward.

Suddenly, there was a lot of curses in the car.

"What are you doing? Can you drive?"

"I almost hit my head!"

"Fall!"

"Put your lungs!"

Everyone was cursing, but the driver widened his eyes and pointed outside, because he was nervous and could not speak.

The ones closer to the front were seen clearly, and four people outside were riding two motorcycles and blocking the bus.

The four of them got out of the car, wearing helmets, holding weapons - watermelon knife, machete, and stared at the bus fiercely, and they saw that they were not good people at first sight.

"Is this... a robbery?"
Chapter completed!