Chapter 265: First Clash Between Two Generations of Business Titans!

The spring noodles that night left a lingering aftertaste.

The next day, the entire Hong Kong Island upper class was stirred by a hidden current, all because of the gold‑stamped invitations.

At the summit of Shek O, the Lu Family moved to a new residence.

The news spread like it had grown wings, flying across every corner of both banks of Victoria Harbour overnight. Countless people were inquiring: who is this Lu Qingshan, who rose from nowhere and cut the Yingzi tycoon Wilson off his horse? What kind of grandeur does his new residence possess?

Li Fuying's phone hadn't stopped ringing since seven a. m.

"Hello, Chairman Li, this is Wang the Fat Man from Heng Tai Trading! Do you remember me? We met at the banquet last time..."

"Brother Li, this is Xiao Ma! From Ma Shipping! For Mr. Lu's banquet tomorrow night, could you spare a spot for a brother? Standing tickets are fine!"

"Brother Fuying, that's not enough courtesy! For such a big event, why didn't you give a heads‑up? I've been spiritually connected with Mr. Lu for a long time; you must recommend me!"

One by one, the Hong Kong and Macau tycoons and magnates who usually look down on others were now politely speaking on the phone as if they were juniors. Li Fuying answered with a dry mouth, yet a unprecedented exhilaration rose within him. When, in the past, had these Chinese merchants ever enjoyed such glory before Yingzi?

All of this was brought by that young man.

He hung up on a real‑estate developer, rubbed his throbbing temples, and gave a wry smile to Lu Qingjun beside him: "Qingjun, your brother is now the hottest prize on Hong Kong Island; everyone wants a bite. If this keeps up, my phone will be blown up!"

Lu Qingjun, holding a list, was carefully checking the seating arrangements. Hearing that, he raised an eyebrow proudly: "Uncle Li, doesn't this just show how big my brother's face is! Tell them the venue is small, come earlier next time! Those who came today are all our own people!"

Li Fuying laughed heartily, pointing at Lu Qingjun: "You kid, you have the same temperament as your brother!"

At dusk, the setting sun bathed the Shek O hillside in golden afterglow.

On the mountain road leading to the Lu Family estate, luxury cars arrived one after another—Rolls‑Royce, Bentley, Mercedes… cars rarely seen in daily life, now as if scheduled for an auto show. Along the roadside outside the gate, reporters who arrived with the wind set up long lenses and short flashes, their lights flashing everywhere, scrambling to capture any valuable shot.

In the main hall of the estate, Lu Qingjun, dressed in a crisp suit with glossy hair, personally escorted Li Zhi'an and bodyguard Ahu to welcome guests. Whenever a car stopped, he energetically stepped forward, checked invitations, directed parking, arranging everything meticulously, his face radiating proud satisfaction.

Inside the grand castle's drawing room, lights glittered brilliantly, and the scent of fine garments filled the air.

Lu Qingshan, wearing a fitted Chinese button‑closure formal robe, smiled and stood shoulder‑to‑shoulder with Li Fuying at the entrance, greeting each arriving guest.

"Qing Shan, this is Character of New World, Mr. Zheng!" Li Fuying announced loudly.

"Mr. Lu, young and accomplished, truly a pride of our Chinese!," Character, dressed in a Tang suit, vibrant, looked around the ten‑meter‑high grand hall and sincerely praised, "What a place! Excellent feng shui! This Shek O treasure hides dragons and tigers; for Mr. Lu to settle here, his future is boundless!"

Lu Qingshan extended his hand and shook it firmly, smiling calmly: "Mr. Zheng, you overpraise. I'm merely looking for a place where I can sleep peacefully."

The phrase "sleep peacefully" made Character's eyelids flicker, a chill rising within. To describe the upheaval that toppled the Sashun Family so casually, his temperament is unfathomable.

"Qing Shan, Wu Zhengnan of Kowloon Warehouse has arrived!"

"Director Cai Jianming of Sunrise International!"

"And all our brothers from the Chinese Chamber of Commerce have come!"

Li Fuying's introductions kept echoing, and each figure whose footstep on Hong Kong Island could cause a tremor now stepped forward to chat with Lu Qingshan. In their eyes were curiosity, scrutiny, reverence, and an unmistakable intent to win him over.

Ye Ning, Liang Zhiwei, Wang Yuyun and others, as part of the host team, weaved among the guests, feeling deeply moved. Who could have imagined they'd one day chat merrily with people who only ever appeared on financial magazine covers?

And the congratulatory gifts the guests brought left Lu Qingjun, who was in charge of receiving them, utterly speechless.

Ink‑splashed landscapes by Zhang Daqian, shrimp paintings by Qi Baishi, a Ming‑era blue‑and‑white porcelain vase, a limited‑edition Patek Philippe mantel clock, and even a brand‑new Ferrari key that someone handed over… The huge garage was soon packed to the brim with these dazzling treasures, each worth a fortune.

"Brother, this… this is a bit too much to take, isn't it?" Lu Qingjun leaned toward Lu Qingshan's ear, lowering his voice, his tongue slightly tangled.

"Accept it," Lu Qingshan said calmly, "They give it as a gesture, an attitude. We accept it openly, and that gives them face."

Lu Qingjun nodded as if half‑understood, feeling his own scope was still too small.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall grew lively, a slight stir arose at the doorway.

The previously noisy crowd seemed to hit a pause button, the noise dropping instantly. Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned toward the main entrance.

A nondescript black Mercedes sedan eased to a stop, its door opened, and a slender‑faced middle‑aged man wearing black‑rimmed glasses and a warm smile stepped out.

He had no entourage and no grand fanfare, yet his appearance made the breath of every magnate in the room pause.

Faction, Li Jiasheng.

He has arrived.

Li Fuying's expression hardened instantly; he hurried to Lu Qingshan's side and whispered, "Qing Shan, the main host has arrived."

Lu Qingshan's gaze remained calm as he watched the man, still smiling and nodding to the reporters at the door, then walking unhurriedly toward the hall.

Liang Zhiwei subconsciously clenched his fist, cold sweat beading his palm. The figure that had forced the Chen Real Estate boss to kneel at a bank's entrance seemed to reappear before his eyes.

Li Jiasheng entered the hall, his eyes sweeping the opulent surroundings before landing precisely on Lu Qingshan at the center of the crowd.

His trademark smile widened, and he stepped forward, cutting through the crowd straight toward Lu Qingshan. As he passed, the crowd automatically split aside, clearing a path.

The entire hall fell silent, as quiet as a pin dropping.

Everyone at that moment held their breath, watching the first formal face‑to‑face between the old and new generations of Hong Kong Island's business titans.

Li Jiasheng approached Lu Qingshan, extended his hand, his voice gentle, exuding a spring‑like warmth.

"Mr. Lu, youthful hero, meeting again. I am Li Jiasheng; I apologize for the unsolicited visit, and hope you won't mind my intrusion."

His words were exceedingly modest, as if he were not the storm‑ruling Chinese tycoon but a humble elder simply paying respects.

Lu Qingshan looked at him, a slight curve forming at his mouth, and likewise extended his hand, grasping the one that seemed gentle yet wielded countless life‑ending powers.

The two hands met, neither light nor heavy.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were as deep as a night sea; his voice was low but rang clearly throughout the quiet hall.

"Mr. Li, you speak too highly. You are the senior we Chinese merchants revere, and the anchor of Hong Kong Island. Your presence is an honor for me, Lu Qingshan, and for my humble abode."

"Tonight, my pool may be small, but with Mr. Li, a genuine dragon, willing to swim in, it becomes truly radiant."