Chapter 254: The Glory Moment of Chinese Heroes! The Victors' Feast at the Mid‑Levels Villa!

The Li Family villa on the Mid‑Levels is brightly lit in the night, looking from afar like a dazzling pearl set into the hillside. This luxury villa, worth over 200 million Hong Kong dollars, shines especially tonight; every window emits warm light, as if proclaiming the Chinese victory to the whole Hong Kong Island.

Two luxury cars glide along the winding Mid‑Levels road, their engines roaring pleasantly in the night. In the front, an 8 million‑HKD Rolls‑Royce carries Lu Qingshan in the back seat, who looks through the window at the villa covering more than 2,000 sqm, his heart hardly stirred.

He has witnessed countless grand scenes; a mansion of this caliber is nothing to him. But tonight is different—he arrives as a victor, as a Chinese hero, to attend a celebration destined to be recorded in the Financial History Book of Hong Kong Island. The night wind carries Victoria Harbour's salty sea scent, but to Lu Qingshan it smells like victory.

Lu Qingjun sits in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing back at his brother, admiration flashing in his eyes. He wears a brand‑new suit, nervous yet more excited. As Lu Qingshan's assistant, he knows what today's triumph means. It is not merely a monetary win, but a win for Chinese dignity!

Ye Ning sits beside Lu Qingshan, clutching a special black briefcase that holds all the detailed data of today's transaction. Those dense numbers each represent Chinese glory, each bearing witness to the brilliant results of this century‑defining financial war. Her palms are sweaty, not from nerves but from excitement.

"Boss, Li Fuying really laid out a fortune," Ye Ning points at the line of luxury cars parked at the villa entrance, her voice shaking, "Rolls‑Royce, Bentley, Mercedes, and that Ferrari—just these cars are worth tens of millions. I counted at least fifteen luxury cars! This display is like a royal gathering!"

She continues excitedly: "Boss, look at the decorations at the entrance, all covered with gold leaf! And those fresh flowers are Dutch‑imported tulips! I heard the dishes tonight are prepared by a three‑star Michelin chef flown in from France! Old Li is treating this celebration as the most important ceremony of his life!"

Lu Qingshan smiles faintly, a deep light flashing in his eyes: "The bosses of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, each worth tens of billions, are the masters. Today we made them earn so much money, they're still too happy to notice. But Ye Ning, remember, this is only the beginning. The real contest is still ahead."

He looks at the brilliant villas outside and continues: "You see these houses, they used to belong to the British; Chinese could only look up from the foothills. After today, this layout will be completely changed. We Chinese can also stand on the summit and overlook the whole Hong Kong Island!"

The car slows to a stop at the villa entrance, and Li Fuying, who has been waiting there, immediately greets them. This nearly 60‑year‑old man is dressed in a brand‑new deep‑blue Zhongshan suit, with a golden lapel pin—the emblem of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce—on his chest. He is vigorous; his smile has not left his face since the afternoon, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are deepened by the grin.

"Brother Qing Shan has arrived! Come in, come in!" Li Fuying enthusiastically grabs Lu Qingshan's hand, his hands, which have weathered countless commercial storms, now trembling slightly, "Tonight's meal is the happiest I've ever had in my life! I, Li Fuying, am almost sixty, and I've never felt such elation!"

His voice is a little hoarse: "Brother Qing Shan, you don't know—just now while I was waiting for you at the door, my British neighbor across the street, Wilson, actually came over to greet me! Usually he looks at us Chinese as if we were inferiors, but today he asked if I knew that young hero named Lu Qingshan! Hahaha, that feeling is just awesome!"

The villa's main gate is a hand‑carved red‑wood door, engraved with nine golden dragons symbolizing Kowloon united as one. Four attendants in Tang‑style robes stand on either side, bowing respectfully. Rose petals are scattered over the marble floor, so each step treads on fragrance.

Inside the villa, it is even more resplendent. A massive crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting warm, luxurious light. The walls display various famous paintings—Qi Baishi's shrimp, Zhang Daqian's landscapes—each priceless. In the center of the living room stands a pure‑gold statue of Guan Gong, symbolizing the arrival of wealth.

The villa is already filled with all members of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce; every face beams with excited smiles, the heartfelt joy filling the space with a festive atmosphere. Bao Chenggang, He Zhiqiang, Li Zhaolong, Guo Dongying and others, upon seeing Lu Qingshan enter, immediately surrounded him like stars gathering around the moon.

"Brother Qing Shan!" Bao Chenggang exclaims, gripping Lu Qingshan's hand so hard his knuckles bulge, "You are our Chinese God of Wealth! This battle today lets old Bao boast proudly for thirty years! I just called my son in Canada; the kid cried with excitement on the phone, saying the Chinese finally vented their fury!"

He continues excitedly: "Brother Qing Shan, you don't know, this afternoon I passed through Central, and the bank clerks who usually ignore us Chinese now stand up to nod at me! A British manager even handed me his business card, saying he wants to treat me to afternoon tea! This feeling is better than any amount of money!"

He Zhiqiang becomes even more flushed, voice trembling: "Brother Qing Shan, I've been in business for twenty years, seen many grand scenes, but today feels like a dream! Our Chinese can finally hold our heads high on Hong Kong Island! I just passed Taigu Group's building and saw those British guys coming and going, all downcast, some even with red‑eyed circles!"

He pounds his chest and shouts: "Before, we Chinese were like grandchildren before them; today we finally turned the tables and became the masters! Brother Qing Shan, you are our savior!"

Li Zhaolong, even more agitated and incoherent: "Brother Qing Shan, our Hengji Zhaoye made six hundred million today, but more important than the money is that we Chinese finally stood up on Hong Kong Island! I, Li Zhaolong, swear that from now on I will be Brother Qing Shan's most loyal follower! If you tell me to go east I will never go west; if you tell me to beat a dog I will never chase a chicken!"

Guo Dongying pats Lu Qingshan's shoulder, laughing: "Wilson the old fox must be dying to get revenge now! I just called my friend who works at Taigu Group; I heard Wilson went crazy in the office today, smashing things, even the crystal ashtray worth one hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars shattered! His secretary says Wilson is now like a lunatic, crying one moment and laughing the next!"

He Dehua adds excitedly: "Not only that, I heard Wilson has already started selling off his assets! His eight‑million‑HKD mountain‑top villa is already listed for sale, and that two‑million‑HKD yacht is also being sold to fill the void! A former Financial Giant Shark who once ruled Hong Kong Island is now liquidating his estate—this contrast is simply too ironic!"

Everyone bursts into laughter, the exhilaration from deep within filling the whole living room with joyous chatter. Each laugh releases long‑suppressed emotions, the pleasure of finally avenging years of humiliation.

Li Fuying claps his hands, signaling quiet: "Everyone, tonight's meal is not just a celebration of victory but a banquet of Chinese glory! I have specially invited the best chef team on Hong Kong Island, and top‑grade ingredients flown in from France! Tonight we will eat heartily, drink heartily! Please be seated!"