Chapter 337: Arriving at Hong Kong Island, Sword Aimed at London!

In the VIP lounge of the Capital City airport, the heating was turned up high.

Lin Yue'e carefully adjusted the collar of Lu Qingshan's trench coat, her fingertips brushing the stiff fabric, her movements as gentle as if she were touching a priceless treasure. She said nothing, only her eyes reddened, a thousand words stuck in her throat, finally manifesting as a forceful pursing of her lips, swallowing all her worries and reluctance.

"I'll be back soon." Lu Qingshan grasped her hand, the warmth of his palm passing to her, his voice carrying a faint hoarseness from continuous intense work.

"Hmm." Lin Yue'e nodded heavily, tears finally breaking through, sliding down her cheek; she hurriedly wiped them away with the back of her hand, "There's me at home, and big sister, you can rest assured. It's… it's Xiao Xue—last night she kept babbling that dad promised to take her to the park to fly a kite; she kept pulling out the newly bought little goldfish kite and wiping it over and over."

Lu Qingshan's heart felt as if a scorching hand had clenched it hard, both sour and swelling.

He lowered his head, looking at his wife's slightly reddened eyes, seeing the deep‑seated fear and concern she could not hide, and the steel resolve in his heart for the nation's campaign also stirred the softest ripples. This journey was like a campaign, its outcome uncertain; she was the one bearing the greatest torment.

He gently pulled her into his arms, his chin resting against the top of her head, a faint scent of shampoo drifting, the smell of home.

"When I return, I'll spend the whole afternoon flying kites with you, until the sun sets," he promised in a tone almost like an oath.

The child in his arms nodded heavily, burying her face even deeper.

Nearby, Lu Qingjun and bodyguard Ahu stood at a respectful distance, pretending to study the World Map on the wall, unwilling to disturb the moment's warmth.

The boarding announcement sounded, like a urging command, coldly cutting through the warmth.

Lu Qingshan released his wife, placed a light kiss on her forehead, then turned, striding swiftly toward the gate without looking back; he feared that if he turned, he would never be able to move his feet again.

Only after that tall, upright silhouette vanished at the end of the corridor bridge did Lin Yue'e cover her mouth, letting the suppressed sobs spill from between her fingers.

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Amid the Aircraft engine's massive roar, the Capital City's outline shrank rapidly outside the window, eventually turning into a grayish backdrop. The harsh northern winter was left behind, and Lu Qingshan leaned against the seat, closing his eyes.

In his mind, his wife's tearful eyes and his daughter's innocent smile holding a kite flickered alternately. He was heading to London Financial City to fight in a land of tigers and wolves, to wrest food from the mouths of the most greedy capital. It was not only for that grand strategic blueprint, but also to protect the warmth he had treasured for two lifetimes, to keep their smiles forever free of gloom.

When the Aircraft landed in Shenzhen, the cabin doors opened, a wave of humid, sea‑scented air rushed in, starkly contrasting the dry cold of the Capital City, as if stepping into another world.

Lu Qingshan did not linger, leading Lu Qingjun and Ahu through a special passage to the Lo Wu checkpoint. In the checkpoint office, he dialed a number on Hong Kong Island.

The phone rang once and was answered; Wang Yuyun's crisp, efficient voice came through, tinged with barely contained excitement: "Boss?"

"We've arrived, processing the paperwork; we'll clear customs in about half an hour."

"Received! Chairman Li and the others have already arrived; we are waiting for you outside the checkpoint."

After hanging up, Lu Qingjun leaned in, his face showing uncontainable excitement and nervousness: "Brother, this time back, it feels like Hong Kong Island's sky is changing. From Manager Wang's tone, the display is no small matter."

Lu Qingshan said nothing, merely gazing out the window; the brightly lit land across the Shenzhen River reflected a deep, dark glow in his eyes. A change of weather? No, I will personally give Hong Kong Island a new sky.

Half an hour later, the three completed all procedures, carrying simple luggage, and walked out of the joint inspection building.

The moment he stepped out the door, Lu Qingjun's eyes widened instantly, he involuntarily inhaled a sharp breath of cool air, and his steps froze.

Outside the checkpoint, on a modest open space, a line of black vehicles that could make anyone's heart stop was parked in perfect order. Leading the procession was a black Rolls‑Royce Silver Spur; under the warm southern sun its paint shone like a black mirror, its license plate a pure numeral "9", exuding prestige. Behind it followed a fleet of sleek Bentleys and Mercedes‑Benz Tigers, numbering over a dozen, resembling a coiled black steel dragon ready to surge, turning the area's aura into something akin to a royal parade ground, the very air growing heavy.

In front of the convoy stood a group of people.

At the head was Li Fuying, Honorary Chairman of the Far East Chamber of Commerce, an elderly man full of vigor, dressed in a tasteful dark‑red Tang suit, a string of prayer beads in hand. Beside him stood the towering, imposing Bao Chenggang, the sharp‑eyed Li Zhaolong, and other Chinese‑capital magnates such as Guo Dongying, each a figure whose mere foot‑tap could make Hong Kong Island's stock market tremble.

Wang Yuyun, in a well‑tailored professional suit, stood crisply beside Li Fuying; when she saw Lu Qingshan emerge, her eyes lit up instantly, and she hurried forward to greet him.

"Boss, welcome back!"

"Old Li, Brother Bao, everyone, why such a grand display, and thank you for coming in person," Lu Qingshan said with a smile, stepping forward to shake hands with Li Fuying and the others.

Li Fuying grasped Lu Qingshan's hand and shook it firmly; in his clouded eyes that had witnessed half a century of turmoil, a sharp light now shone: "Chairman Lu, your return is not that simple; you come bearing the hope of all our Chinese capital, to take the helm! We old men should come out to welcome the future captain, shouldn't we?"

"Hahaha, Old Li is right!" Bao Chenggang laughed heartily, his large hand, like a palm fan, slapping Lu Qingshan's shoulder heavily, "Brother Qing Shan, during the twenty days you were away, Hong Kong Island heard your legend every day! Now the entire Hong Kong Island business world, who doesn't know that Lu Qingshan is our Chinese community's God of Wealth, our backbone!"

This commotion had already drawn the gazes of passing travelers and staff, everyone's eyes filled with shock, curiosity, and awe.

A middle‑aged businessman who had just come from the mainland for a deal, seeing the display, grabbed a nearby local‑accented young man, whispering, "Brother, which big figure is this? Even the Governor's inspection isn't this extravagant, right?"

The young man, flushed with excitement, pointed at the crowd‑surrounded center, his voice trembling, "Are you kidding! That's… that's Lu Qingshan! The one who toppled Jardine Matheson in the stock market, the Lu Immortal!"

"What?! That's Lu Qingshan?" The middle‑aged businessman opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg, "My god, he's much younger than he looks in the newspapers! This aura… it's terrifying!"

Amid the chatter, Lu Qingshan was surrounded by the crowd and boarded the Rolls‑Royce with the "9" license plate.