Chapter 696: 681 Los Angeles Chinese Culture Festival, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu: Let Culture

A new day,

Sea off Lamma Island,

Three yachts slowly approached.

Zhang Lin took a deep breath and stepped on the gangplank to board Patten's yacht.

The bodyguards stepped forward and checked what he had on him, confirming there was nothing like a recorder.

Zhang Lin obediently submitted to the check.

At this time, Patten was reclining on a lounge chair, leisurely shaking the whiskey glass in his hand; the sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell, which was refreshing.

"Your Excellency the Viceroy has a good mood." Zhang Lin forced a smile.

"Mr. Zhang is not bad either..." Patten glanced at him, "actually having the mood to invite me to a meal."

Zhang Lin smiled apologetically and sat down on the side: "Still have to rely on Your Excellency the Viceroy to help. Look at this 'Anti-Monopoly Regulations'."

"Hey hey hey, let's not talk about official business first." Patten waved his hand, "Come, try this whiskey, 1962 Macallan, authentic Scottish flavor."

Zhang Lin looked at Patten's attitude, and a bad premonition had already appeared in his heart.

This guy, could he be thinking of reneging?

But he knew he couldn't be in a hurry.

Zhang Lin picked up the wine glass and took a sip, but couldn't taste half a bit of flavor, just like his current situation.

He helplessly and patiently chatted with Patten, talking about Great Britain, Hong Kong, daily life...

Tugging for half an hour...

Patten felt the pressure was about enough, and finally waved his hand, letting the bodyguards retreat to another yacht.

Leaving him, Faiman, and Zhang Lin, three people on the yacht.

Zhang Lin opened his mouth: "Your Excellency the Viceroy, you promised before that you would help us block this regulation..."

Patten sighed: "This, it's a bit hard to handle..."

Zhang Lin's heart skipped a beat: "May I ask, where is the problem?"

Patten sighed: "Mr. Zhang, now the pressure of public opinion, you are also clear. Look at the newspapers, television news, all are scolding your Hong Kong Telecom..."

"When I promised you at that time, I only knew you were cooperating with the Political Department to monitor various Chinese-funded tycoons..."

"But I didn't expect your Hong Kong Telecom to actually do such excessive things!"

At this time, Patten had a look of righteousness.

"I am the Viceroy of Hong Kong, after all! I have the responsibility to let the citizens under my rule live a good life!"

"If I helped you, then what face would I, this Viceroy, have to see those citizens?"

Worrying about the country and the people~~~~

Zhang Lin: "............"

Directly silenced.

No, how can you

Zhang Lin took a deep breath, lowered his head, and pleaded: "Your Excellency the Governor, as long as you veto the bill, Hong Kong Telecom will never forget your kindness."

"Kindness? Now is not the time to talk about kindness." Ashdown shook his head. "If you want me to withstand the pressure and veto the bill this time, I have to stake my own future and reputation on it."

Zhang Lin's heart sank: "Your Excellency the Governor means..."

Ashdown: "You have to pay more!"

Although Zhang Lin had anticipated this, he was still angered.

20 million US dollars, and after receiving it, he actually reneged on the deal!

No, wait, there was another 1 million US dollars he reneged on!

But at this moment, he had no other choice: "How much does Your Excellency the Governor want?"

"Fifty million US dollars." Ashdown held up five fingers. "Otherwise, I can only follow the will of the people."

"Fifty million?!" Zhang Lin stood up abruptly, his voice rising: "Your Excellency the Governor, why don't you just go rob someone!"

"Rob? How could robbery be this fast..."

Ashdown laughed.

He stopped acting entirely; there were no outsiders here anyway.

He sneered: "Besides, once the legislation passes, your Hong Kong Telecom will be split up. All your future monopoly profits will be gone, your market value will be cut in half, and you'll lose at least tens of billions. Mr. Zhang, you should be better at doing this math than I am."

"Only I can save you!"

Zhang Lin's expression was uncertain as he paced back and forth on the deck. After a long while, he stopped: "Ten million, that's the limit."

"Ten million?" Ashdown waved his hand. "Mr. Zhang, if you aren't sincere, then there's nothing I can do. Please leave."

"Your Excellency the Governor, you already received our 20 million US dollars..."

"That's exactly why I'm asking for 50 million. Otherwise, I would have charged you 70 million."

From this, it can be seen that Ashdown's math skills must be the best in the class!

Zhang Lin: "............"

Silence enveloped the deck, with only the sound of waves lapping against the yacht.

Zhang Lin finally gritted his teeth:

"Fine! Fifty million it is, but you must guarantee that you will veto the bill!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Ashdown's face. He stood up and patted Zhang Lin on the shoulder: "That's more like it! Feynman, prepare the fishing rods; today we're going to catch some big fish!"

Soon, the two picked up their fishing rods and began to fish...

One hour later, Zhang Lin forced a smile as he left the yacht and returned to the company.

Ashdown and Feynman watched his departing back.

Feynman: "Boss, since we took the money this time, what excuse should we find to not help?"

Ashdown held a copy of "The Art of War" in his hand: "The wisdom of the East has already given us the answer... Next time, find someone to record it, saying that Telecom President Zhang Lin bribed the Governor, and the Governor is preparing to reject the 'Telecom Anti-Monopoly Ordinance' legislation."

"Give the recording to Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu; he will naturally know what to do..."

Feynman: "Boss is brilliant!"

The two looked at each other.

"Hee hee hee~~~"

"Jie jie jie~~~"

"Achoo~~~"

Zhang Lin, on the yacht, sneezed.

It took him half an hour to return to the company, where he made an international long-distance call to the British headquarters to report what had happened here.

After listening, President Brown was also rendered speechless.

Finally, he instructed: "Give it to him, then try to track his bank. If you can get hold of his leverage, make him spit it out obediently."

But the difficulty of this was too great.

The next day, in the morning,

Ding~~~

Governor Ashdown and Feynman received 40 million US dollars.

Ding~~~

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu received 10 million US dollars.

It was also this morning,

On the police force side,

A piece of news spread, like a nuclear bomb being dropped, causing a huge uproar throughout the Hong Kong police force.

Chen Guozhong had resigned!

The Commissioner of Police signed off, approving Chen Guozhong's resignation application.

Those in the know felt a bit sad.

Those who didn't know found it incredible; one had to know that Chen Guozhong was considered by many to be the "Big Brother" of the third generation, and he just resigned like that?

Frontline police officers all over Hong Kong were discussing it.

Soon,

The news spread that Chen Guozhong needed to recuperate due to health reasons and could no longer continue his work in the police force, so he had to resign.

At the same time, the police force issued a notice that all officers must take their annual physical examinations seriously, and those who do not accept the physical examination will have their promotions affected.

Only then did everyone roughly understand what had happened.

Evening, 7 o'clock,

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu finished his work and made a call to Chen Guozhong:

"Hey, you pit-digging bastard, you resigned today?... Then come out for a meal!"

Chen Guozhong: "Okay..."

One hour later,

Causeway Bay, a small shop that had just been renovated not long ago for clay pot rice, named Chunhua Clay Pot.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu brought Gong Wei and Xi Gui here.

"Mr. Guan..."

"Mr. Guan~~"

Many neighbors saw Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu and greeted him one after another.

After dealing with the neighbors, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu found a seat and ordered a clay pot chicken, clay pot pig intestines, two clay pot vegetable dishes, a clay pot vermicelli, and clay pot clams...

Not long after, Chen Guozhong arrived by car.

"Over here~~"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu waved.

"The doctor didn't say you couldn't eat this, right?"

"No."

Chen Guozhong sat down, picked up a San Miguel beer from the table, clinked bottles with Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu and the other two, and started drinking.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu: "I've already had people check the best neurosurgical hospital in the United States. It's in Baltimore, Maryland, and it's the number one hospital in the US. Their neurology and neurosurgery departments are the best in the hospital..."

"I've already had Following Xiao Fu send people to contact (pay) that hospital."

"You should go over for an examination as soon as possible during this time."

Chen Guozhong: "Thanks."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu: "Thanks my ass, we've known each other the longest."

The two looked at each other, thought of the past, and couldn't help but laugh.

Back then, Chen Guozhong went to kill Tsukamoto Yoshio and Tsukamoto Eiji, only to be set up by Tsukamoto Yoshio, injured, and forced to flee—he was in such a sorry state.

If it weren't for Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's help, he probably would have died.

It was also at that time that Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu "knew" he was the Archangel, and their cooperative friendship began.

At this moment,

Five medical personnel walked in, speaking Mandarin with a Sichuan accent.

They were the medical personnel who had come over from Sichuan for exchange and study, about 5 of them.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu and hurriedly walked over cautiously to greet him.

"Mr. Guan~~" *N

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu looked them over: "You're from West China Hospital in Sichuan?"

A doctor: "Yes, yes."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu smiled: "Keep working hard..."

Just at this moment, dish after dish was brought up and delivered to Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's table.

These 5 medical personnel took the opportunity to end the "conversation" and found a table to sit at.

Two female nurses stuck out their tongues.

"Oh my god, we actually ran into the boss."

"Yeah, the pressure is so high~~"

"My heart almost jumped out."

"He's already a billionaire, yet he still comes here to eat; he's so down-to-earth..."

While chatting in low voices, they ordered dishes: clay pot chicken, clay pot fatty intestines, clay pot fish head, clay pot mixed vegetables, and specifically instructed the boss to add some spice.

When Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's side was halfway through eating, their dishes arrived.

Boss: "As you instructed, added spice~~~"

Then he sent down a few bowls of rice.

Several medical personnel started to eat.

Upon the first bite,

"Mmm~~~"

Their eyes lit up; it was delicious.

They praised it one after another: "Boss, your food is too delicious..."

"Yeah, delicious!"

The boss was proud: "Of course, don't look at this as a new shop; it's actually a branch. We've been doing this for over ten years..."

Nurse: "We're from Sichuan; I'm not used to the clay pot dishes at other shops."

The boss continued to be proud: "That's because you haven't eaten the authentic ones!"

Doctor 1: "I can't even eat the clay pot chicken at other shops."

The boss was proud for the third time: "That's right, this is our signature dish."

Doctor 2: "Only your place is especially juicy, and you can mix it with rice. The other shops are all dry."

Boss: "???"

The proud expression disappeared all of a sudden,

Finally turning into embarrassment~~~

Boss: "This meal is on the house for you..."

Then he cursed at the kitchen: "Huang Weijie, your salary is deducted by 500 this month!"

Medical personnel: "????"

"Hahahaha~~~~"

All the diners in the restaurant clapped their tables and laughed.

Bang bang bang~~~~ (sound of clapping tables)

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu clutched his stomach and laughed wildly: "Boss, that Huang Weijie guy, don't let him touch my food..."

Other diners also laughed and shouted: "We don't want him to cook either..."

"Exactly, make it juicy~~"

"Hahaha~~~"

"Founder of 'Juicy Clay Pot'~~"

"A school of his own, Huang Weijie~~"

"You guys don't know shit; it's great to be able to scoop the rice and have soup to drink~~~"

"Hahaha~~ please stop, hahaha~~~"

The whole restaurant was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Even Chen Guozhong's depressed mood felt much better.

Only the few medical personnel from Sichuan were confused: "What what what, what are you guys talking about~!!"

January 20th, 21:00.

Los Angeles.

A plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

Chen Guozhong had arrived.

Dressed in casual clothes, with a simple handbag.

"Inhale~~~~~"

He took a long breath, feeling that the air here seemed indeed to be as Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu said: carrying the sweet taste of freedom.

"Brother Zhong~~~"

A black Chevrolet was parked on the side of the road, and Following Xiao Fu ran over quickly.

Following Xiao Fu: "Are you okay?"

Chen Guozhong smiled: "I'm fine, I'm not dead yet."

Following Xiao Fu: "Let's go, get in the car, we'll talk when we get back. I've already arranged a house for you."

After getting in the car,

The black Chevrolet headed all the way towards Tang Renjie.

Chen Guozhong: "I heard it's very chaotic here?"

Following Xiao Fu: "It was chaotic... Recently, we took over more than half of the streets in Tang Renjie, improved public security, and there are many more tourists. The night market stays open until 22:00..."

"We started holding the Chinese Culture Festival the day before yesterday, which attracted a lot of guests..."

Following Xiao Fu spoke with pride.

"However..."

Chen Guozhong: "However what?"

Following Xiao Fu's eyes were slightly cold: "Besides us, there are two other Chinese gangs in Tang Renjie: the Wah Ching Gang and the Hop Shing Gang. They have always refused to submit and are still doing many bad things, forcing good women into prostitution, smuggling people, and dealing drugs... And most of their targets are us Chinese."

Chen Guozhong didn't hesitate: "Then wipe them out!"

After coming to the United States,

Chen Guozhong also began to become free and easy.

In Hong Kong, I didn't have much chance to transform into the Archangel.

Now that I've come to the US, if I don't transform, wouldn't I have come in vain?

Following Xiao Fu nodded: "That's right, just wipe them out... but we can't do it ourselves. I've been planning recently to sow discord, let them have conflicts with the Latino and African-American gangs, and we'll take the opportunity to wipe out a few of them, sowing discord!"

Then Following Xiao Fu introduced the general situation in Los Angeles.

Soon,

Tang Renjie arrived.

Looking around, although it was already 21:00, it was still a lively atmosphere.

It was dyed into a flowing neon by the "Chinese Culture Festival" planned by Following Xiao Fu.

A three-zhang-high vermilion archway stood at the entrance of the street, with hundreds of carp lanterns hanging from the eaves.

The stage was set up under an old locust tree that was a hundred years old, with red silk wrapped around the pillars and revolving lanterns hanging. The actor performing "Farewell My Concubine" had just finished singing "My strength could uproot mountains, my spirit covered the world," and with a flick of the water sleeves, the white tourists in jeans below applauded one after another.

The snack street was even more filled with the smoke and fire of life.

A master wearing a coarse apron stood in front of a charcoal stove, his iron spatula flipping the pan-fried buns on the iron plate.

Next to the sugar painting stall, syrup was drawn into golden threads on a bluestone slab, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a phoenix and peony;

There was also a stall selling "Osmanthus Sugar Taro Seedlings," with crimson sugar osmanthus sticking to the edge of the porcelain bowl, and steam wrapped in sweet fragrance drifting into the crowd.

The whole street was bustling with noise, with a large number of white people, Asians, and Latinos coming here to shop.

Among them, the most eye-catching were those wearing Chinese-style clothing:

Men wearing male Hanfu, black straight robes with white jade belts, handsome and dashing.

Girls in female Hanfu, moon-white ru-skirts embroidered with intertwined lotus flowers, and when the skirt hem swept across the bluestone slab, silver bells on their ankles jingled.

There were also girls wearing Jin-style zaju skirts taking pictures in front of the lantern wall, and when the skirt hem spun, the twelve pieces of cloth bloomed like petals;

There were also "warriors" wearing armor patrolling, the sound of armor plates colliding, heroic and compelling.

It attracted the attention of many "foreigners."

Chen Guozhong exclaimed: "Feels pretty good~~~~"

Following Xiao Fu said: "This was all taught by Brother Zu..."

"He said that we Chinese in the United States are too unconfident and worship the United States too much; our legs are weak and our waists aren't straight. So he asked me to take out the five thousand years of Chinese civilization and culture to give these foreigners a little shock..."

"Let culture invade in reverse, and let the whole world see our Chinese culture!"

"At the same time, it can also boost the self-confidence of our Chinese descendants."

"Brother Zu said that in the United States, we should also have our own confidence and pride, instead of thinking we are inferior to others!"

"And in the past few days, the Chinese Culture Festival we held has been very successful!"

"It proves what Brother Zu said: we are not inferior to anyone!"

Following Xiao Fu's eyes were full of excitement and agitation.

(End of chapter)