Chapter 976

Hong Kong at this time is relatively chaotic, after all, it involves the issue of return. There is a pile of messy things. However, in contrast, the development is indeed very good. This is the glorious era of Hong Kong, having experienced the stock market crash of 1987, and after recovering, Hong Kong's economy climbed.

To a certain extent, this rapid development also covered up and weakened those messy things. It made social stability not appear to have any turmoil, and the lives of ordinary people didn't seem to be affected.

Wang Yan is really familiar with Hong Kong; after all, he has stood at the peak here several times, and still with different identities. Either a gangster, or a businessman, or a businessman plus a gangster, or a Hong Kong police officer; back in the day, he was also the leader of the police force and a leader of the Chinese.

Although his long life of more than a thousand years, Hong Kong also occupied one-tenth of his life. Comparing it, his life in the real world didn't even occupy one-thirtieth of it. In this way, one can understand Wang Yan's deep feelings for Hong Kong.

The Peninsula Hotel is the oldest high-end hotel in Hong Kong, and it can be said to be 'one of' in the world.

A taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and Wang Yan got off from the back seat and stomped his feet...

The weather is very hot, he didn't wear a suit jacket, just a white shirt, still with the sleeves rolled up, and wearing an embroidered tie. The lower body was wearing suit trousers, stepping in leather shoes, normal attire, nothing strange.

Wang Yan didn't need to do it himself, so someone helped take the luggage from the car, and after checking in all the way, he went down to the restaurant and ordered a table of dishes.

"Betty, right? I want these, urge the kitchen, serve them quickly."

Wang Yan sat there, loosened his tie, and smiled friendly at the woman in front of him wearing a waiter's uniform.

Betty, or Xue Zhi, she had never seen such a person here. Dressed in what looked like proper attire, but not business-like at all. He insisted on rolling up his sleeves, loosening his tie, and unbuttoning the top button, looking loose and sloppy, and with a natural ruffian air as soon as he looked at him. Clearly one person, yet he insisted on ordering a table of dishes.

She knew this person was from Shanghai, and many people came over and had to be proper. Doing everything very carefully, not wanting to be laughed at. After all, in this era, it was not so easy to come out. But this person in front of her was completely different. Of course, what was left for her was not a good impression either.

"Mr. Wang, are there any friends coming over?"

"Said it already, just me, it's just that I have a better appetite. Waste is shameful, I know that. Also, I saw some disgust in your eyes. I have to explain, although I can be considered one of the first people in the mainland to get rich, I haven't reached the level of an upstart.

It's just that I have a better appetite, I usually like to eat, and it's my first time in Hong Kong, and it's such a famous hotel, I think the dishes here shouldn't be too bad, so I ordered more to taste the flavor."

"Mr. Wang, you misunderstood, I..."

Wang Yan shook his head with a smile: "No need to say lies, and I didn't say I was going to complain about you, no need to be nervous. Go place the order, urge the kitchen for me, I'm really hungry."

"Your Cantonese is really good."

"Thank you, listening to you speak, you should be from Shanghai, right?"

Betty, who was about to leave, was stunned for a moment, turned around and wondered: "Everyone else says my Cantonese is not bad."

"Who would say you're not good enough to your face? But I'm sure of one thing, it must be true that you're beautiful." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows at her.

Betty covered her mouth and laughed: "Thank you, I'll go place the order."

After saying that, she left gracefully.

Wang Yan lit a cigarette, propped his chin, and watched her back...

Speaking of which, that was also a distant past. Often, in some new worlds, he would meet old friends he hadn't seen for a long time. Fortunately, he, Wang Mou, had a cold heart of iron and blood; memories were truly sharp knives that pierced the heart and bled.

The dishes were served quickly, and Betty didn't stay far away; she stood in the distance, watching Wang Yan eating and drinking there. She was very surprised to find that Wang Yan's way of eating was very natural, and although he used his hands, it was absolutely not rough; on the contrary, one could feel three points of elegance.

Until Wang Yan finished his meal, she stepped forward to pour tea: "Mr. Wang really has a good appetite, how is it, are you used to the taste here in Hong Kong?"

"Not bad." Wang Yan nodded, then changed the subject, "How long have you been here?"

"More than ten years, and I've been here for three years."

"I'm not familiar with Hong Kong, what time do you get off work? If you don't mind, take me for a walk around here and eat some snacks?"

She hesitated for a moment: "I get off work early today."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Good, I'll wait for you at the entrance. Go about your business, don't worry about me."

Betty smiled and turned to walk to one side.

After smoking a cigarette and drinking a pot of tea, Wang Yan left unhurriedly to wander around outside. He hadn't been to Hong Kong for a long time, so it was good to wander around.

Betty watched Wang Yan's back as he left, not knowing what she was thinking...

It wasn't long before six-thirty when Wang Yan finished eating in the afternoon.

Betty was very punctual, just as people who get off work are rarely willing to stay in the company for another second.

She had already changed out of the waiter's tight uniform and was wearing a floral long skirt. Finding Wang Yan squatting at the entrance smoking, she laughed: "Kept you waiting, Mr. Wang."

"I also just came back from the seaside, let's go, I'll follow your lead."

"Then let's go eat first, Causeway Bay is quite lively, shall we go take a look over there?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "I'll follow your lead."

There are bosses in Causeway Bay, but this is ultimately not the world of Young and Dangerous. Although there are inevitably some ruffian-like people on the prosperous streets, there are no large gangs fighting here to grab territory.

Buying a lot of snacks and getting a few bottles of iced beer, the two sat down at a roadside stall and dealt with a table full of various delicacies.

Betty said: "The person who eats with you must be very happy."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Are you happy?"

"Of course happy." After a pause, Betty nodded and laughed, "Being able to eat what you want to eat together, and not having to worry about waste, who wouldn't be happy? Actually, I've wanted to eat these things for a long time. It's just that I don't have time usually, and when I have time, I always want to rest well alone and don't want to move. A toast to you, Mr. Wang, thank you."

"When I was a child, everyone said I was a rice bucket; I didn't expect that one day I could be called someone who gives people happiness; I also want to thank you." Wang Yan laughed, raised his wine glass, and drank one with her.

After chatting for a few words, Betty asked: "What business is Mr. Wang doing in Shanghai?"

"Anyway, I have plenty of time, I can tell you from the beginning."

"I'd like to hear the details."

Wang Yan told the truth, starting from how he arrived in Shanghai, how he started making seasonings, and how he got a stall, wanted to build a garment factory, and told her everything up to now.

Betty didn't expect that she didn't even have to ask questions, and Wang Yan told her everything without hiding anything. She said in surprise: "So you only used four months to earn over a million?"

"Almost, but I also owe the bank hundreds of thousands. Look at me now, staying in the Peninsula Hotel and eating and drinking like this, but I don't actually have much money in my hands. I also caught up with good times; I'm not young, have no parents, no wife or children, and didn't have a good job in my hometown. I could eat my fill, but I couldn't eat well. I didn't expect that some seasoning recipes at home could earn so much money."

"Then you came to Hong Kong to..."

"Someone told me that foreign capital has good policies, less tax, and more loans. My factory definitely won't have anyone investing in it. Even if there were, they would be plotting my barbecue seasoning recipe. So I came here to take a look, open a company here, earn some money, and then turn back to invest in my factory in Shanghai; wouldn't that become foreign capital? Inside and out, it's all my own company."

... Betty said: "Good idea."

What else could she say...

"What business does Mr. Wang plan to do here? Still selling barbecue seasoning? I don't know if people here are used to the taste."

"I also have a herbal tea recipe, the taste is better, and the conditioning effect is also better. Both can be done; I can't earn big money, but small money shouldn't be a problem."

Betty shook her head: "Mr. Wang, I'll say something disappointing, if your barbecue seasoning is really as good as you say, it will definitely be plotted by people with ulterior motives. Your herbal tea recipe is the same. It might be better in the mainland, but in Hong Kong, there are really gangsters. Look at those people."

Looking at a few ruffian-like little gangsters gathered together in the distance, she said, "They are gangsters' lackeys, not even people from real societies. They just follow a small leader and do things for higher-level leaders. You have no background, no people, and you're doing this kind of most basic business. Seeing you earn so much money, it's hard to guarantee they won't have some ideas."

"Maybe the contact is relatively short, you don't know me very well, you'll understand later."

"Later?" Betty was stunned again, and asked in confusion, "Mr. Wang, I didn't understand what you meant."

"I'm going to develop in Shanghai, and someone needs to manage things here, understand?"

"So Mr. Wang means, let me be this manager?"

"What do you think?"

"But this is only the first day we met, and the second time we've seen each other."

Wang Yan laughed: "It's not whether I trust you or not now, but whether you trust me. Perhaps everything I said is fake, all to deceive you, wanting to cheat you out of your money. You not only have to trust me, but also be prepared to work hard. I can count the barbecue seasoning as export, packaged and shipped from Shanghai, but herbal tea is a specialty here. In the early stage, you have to work with me."

Betty was silent and didn't speak. After a long while, she looked at Wang Yan, who was eating and drinking across the table: "Why did you find me?"

"Because you're beautiful."

"Want to sleep with me?"

"Want to." Wang Yan laughed, Betty asked realistically, and he answered naturally and sincerely, "I think you should give yourself a chance."

Undoubtedly, this Betty, like the woman Wang Yan remembered from a long time ago, was yearning for material things and was pursuing some things. Of course, this couldn't be said to be a woman who sold her body. That was a method of pursuing material things.

Betty wasn't like that; she was an exquisite woman herself. She loved reading, she liked music, and her yearning for material things was because she didn't like poverty. So she left A Bao and married to Hong Kong, only to be unfortunate later.

The current Betty was a woman who no longer had more fantasies about life; the books she liked perhaps she didn't read anymore, the piano she loved she definitely didn't play anymore, and her spirit and soul were all wasted.

So she was very direct, because this saved the most energy. Working as a waiter every day wasn't that easy, and of course, she had to be various kinds of fake for work. Now outside, she was naturally more direct.

Wang Yan liked this directness very much.

"Do you think I need this chance?"

"You're thirty-one years old, and you can't do it for long at the Peninsula Hotel. I know you're not a casual woman who would use her body to earn money. If you had the idea of earning money, you wouldn't have worked at the Peninsula Hotel for three years. I think you're not a person who is content with the status quo, just like you left Shanghai more than ten years ago. You won't earn money, but I will; I'll tell you how to earn it, and you do it, it's that simple."

Wang Yan laughed and raised his wine glass, "This affects the rest of your life, no need to rush to give me an answer, I'll still be staying at the Peninsula Hotel for two days, before checking out, you can do it anytime."

Betty smiled and raised her wine glass to drink with Wang Yan...

This night was of course not a very unique night, but Wang Yan could be sure that Betty must have been unable to sleep, because no one had ever said such things to her...

Betty really couldn't sleep; in the narrow and cramped public housing, in the small window on the side of the public housing ceiling that had light, a spark was held by slender fingers, slowly approaching thin lips, the spark flickered, and Betty exhaled smoke for a long time.

She asked if he wanted to sleep with her, and the man said he wanted to, but she confirmed that she wouldn't misread it; in that man's deep eyes, she didn't see half a point of lewdness, only appreciation. She confirmed that she didn't misread it, because she had never lacked the gaze of that kind of lewdness. She was confident that she was a beautiful woman.

But no matter what, she had never thought that one day, a man from her hometown would tell her he wanted to sleep with her and let her give herself a chance.

That man spoke lightly, as if wealth were like floating clouds, coming when summoned. He had strong self-confidence, and his words, even if they were questions, were affirmations. She felt that there were no secrets in front of that man, as if he were certain that she would definitely agree.

But originally, she only thought that because it was a fellow from her hometown, Shanghai, and an interesting person, she hadn't gone back for many years and wanted to understand the changes in her hometown. But unexpectedly, chatting and chatting, they chatted about starting a business in Hong Kong together, inviting her to do it together, and also wanting to sleep with her...

She couldn't stop thinking about the distant past; from the past, there were two roads in front of her, in Shanghai, to Hong Kong, and now she was in Hong Kong. Now there were also two roads in front of her, continuing to be a waiter at the Peninsula Hotel and waiting for age to grow, or this man who went from the Northeast to Shanghai and then to Hong Kong. To use that man's words, it was to give herself a chance.

This didn't seem to be a difficult choice, because she really had nothing to lose...

That night, Wang Yan returned from outside and saw Betty waiting at the door with a small bag.

As soon as they met, she said: "I resigned."

Wang Yan wasn't surprised at all, nodded with a smile: "Haven't eaten yet, right? Let's go, we went to Causeway Bay yesterday, let's go to Yau Ma Tei today."

"Are you not surprised?" Although she knew it was like this, Betty still couldn't help but ask.

"Before me, did anyone let you give yourself a chance?"

"No."

"Do you have anything else you can lose?"

"No."

"So tonight, is it at the Peninsula Hotel, or at your place?"

"I..."

"Not wanting to is not wanting to, this is nothing."

Wang Yan laughed and said: "You have to understand the relationship between us; we are partners first, and only then do I want to have something happen with you. You are beautiful, there is no man who wouldn't think about those things in bed; this is human need, and women are the same. Unless they like the same sex, or have other perverted hobbies.

Of course, I can't deny that if our relationship is no longer limited to cooperation, then I will be more at ease with the operation of the Hong Kong company, because you are truly my person; although we won't get married in this life, it's a de facto husband-and-wife shop. I'm not excessive, you earn money and get what you want, so under such circumstances, you won't betray me for other reasons.

But this is also uncertain; after all, we don't know what tomorrow will be like."

Betty looked at Wang Yan and asked: "Do you always speak so directly?"

"Almost, but it also depends on the person; there are always some words that are not easy to say directly. I like that sentence you said yesterday 'want to sleep with me', simple, direct. So I'll make it clear to you, to avoid you thinking east and west, and guarding against me strictly, as if I were just for that little thing."

"I still haven't figured out why it's me. We only met twice yesterday, just because I'm beautiful."

"There are many beautiful women, you are not special."

Wang Yan shook his head, "I can't see brilliance in your eyes, no spirit. But when I talked about how I went from the Northeast to Shanghai and how I earned money, there was yearning in your eyes; perhaps you didn't know it yourself, but at that time you simply became a different person. In addition, when chatting with you, your conversation is also not bad, and you have accumulation.

In this way, coupled with your beauty, you are different from others. Of course, it's also because you appeared just right. I came, you were there, it's that simple. I don't think that much, I'm used to grasping the present. Instead of thinking, after you, is there someone more suitable."

While speaking, Wang Yan had already waved to stop a taxi, opened the car door, turned his head to look at Betty who didn't move on the other side: "What are you stunned for, let's go?"

Betty looked at Wang Yan, looked at this man she had only met for the third time.

She said: "Let's go back to the hotel, I've been here for so many years, and I haven't stayed in..."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, turned back and smiled apologetically at the taxi driver, received a friendly greeting from the driver, and turned to return to the hotel with Betty...

Betty wasn't a talkative person; when she didn't speak, she was like a heroine in some literary films, holding a book by the window where the sun shone, her long hair swaying, mottled with light, calm and beautiful.

She didn't talk much, but she had her own ideas. Her decisive follow-up to Wang Yan now, handing over herself. Just like when she left Shanghai and came to Hong Kong.

Her being with Wang Yan wasn't selling herself, but entrusting herself. She was exactly as Wang Yan said, giving herself a chance, and the future was after this night.

Wang Yan slept with her, and if he turned his face and didn't recognize her, then she lost. But starting tomorrow, the career would begin, and no matter whether she earned big money or not, she would have a road. Unlike now, she couldn't see the road at the Peninsula Hotel. Even if someone wanted to sleep with her, she couldn't see the road. On Wang Yan, she saw it.

Betty's not talking much was usually good, Wang Yan was buzzed by that group of people at Ye Dongjing, and Betty was good. But it wasn't good in bed, because she was always suppressing.

Fortunately, Wang Yan was very good, and after contact, Betty's years of repressed emotions finally had a vent, which was a wildness different from the calm and beautiful heroine, and Wang Yan liked helping others like this...

He asked: "How is the scenery of the Peninsula Hotel?"

Betty looked at the sea and neon outside the window and said it was very good...