Chapter 470: The True Master of This Land Is About to Return!

The night on Hong Kong Island is a flow of gold and diamonds, a floating world picture woven from desire and dreams.

In the white castle at No. 1 Dalao Bay Road, the lights shone as bright as daylight. Wang Guilan was pulling out a faded old handkerchief from her pocket, carefully wiping the Italian top‑grade handcrafted leather sofa she had just sat on, fearing that dust she brought from the alleys of Capital City would tarnish even a speck of this mansion.

"Yue E, come quickly and see," Wang Guilan said, pulling her daughter‑in‑law's hand and lowering her voice as if afraid to disturb the peace, "You see how the floor shines brighter than our dining table; when I step on it I'm afraid I'll leave a mark. How much would it cost to step on it like this?"

Lin Yue'e looked at her mother‑in‑law's both curious and constrained expression, felt warmth in her heart, and smiled while gripping her hand: "Mother, don't hold back; this is our own home. Step however you like; even if you break it, let Lu Qingshan buy a new one."

That was what they said, but the other members of the Lu Family—including Lu Qingyuan, who had cleared land in Heilongjiang and seen the world, and Lu Qinghe, a deputy county magistrate—still seemed restrained. They sat upright in the huge living room like a group of simple farmers who had wandered into Buckingham Palace, unsure where to place their hands and feet, fearing that any careless move might damage the priceless antique ornaments here.

Only Lu Xiaoxue had already treated this place as her own fairy‑tale castle. She wore a pure white princess dress, tugged at a British old butler with a "professional smile" and several young blonde, blue‑eyed maids, and played hide‑and‑seek tirelessly in the vast living room.

"Butler grandpa, come catch me! Can't catch me, can't catch me!"

The crisp, innocent laughter, like a mountain spring, echoed through the overly spacious room, injecting the first genuine homely warmth into this cold, luxurious mansion.

The next day, the Hong Kong Island Chinese Chamber of Commerce held a welcome banquet for Lu Qingshan's family at Li Fuying's hillside villa overlooking the entire Victoria Harbour. Lu Hua and Wang Guilan found the setting uncomfortable, so they happily stayed home to keep their beloved granddaughter.

When the Lu family entered the banquet hall, Lin Yueqiang was again so stunned that he forgot to breathe.

Led by Li Fuying, Guo Dongying, Li Zhaolong, Bao Chenggang, He Zhiqiang… a group of Chinese tycoons on Hong Kong Island who could make the stock market tremble with a footstep, all arrived with their families in full dress, lining the doorway to greet, a scene more grand than the Governor's arrival.

"Mr. Lu, welcome home!" Li Fuying was the first to greet him, his face—usually bearing a faint smile—now showing sincere respect.

"Chairman Li, you're being modest; we're all family, no need for such a big fanfare," Lu Qingshan said with a calm smile, replying familiarly, then turned aside to formally introduce his family to everyone.

"This is my elder brother, Lu Qingyuan. From now on, all domestic enterprises of the Xinghan Group will be overseen by him."

Lu Qingyuan wore a brand‑new dark‑gray Zhongshan suit, custom‑tailored by a master craftsman at Lin Yue'e's request before his departure. Facing a group of tycoons whose combined wealth could buy half of Hong Kong Island, he showed no sign of unease, simply nodding steadily and extending his large, calloused, muscular hand: "Hello everyone, I am Lu Qingyuan."

Li Fuying and the others quickly extended their hands, gripping tightly. They could feel that the hand contained a weight and solidity like the earth itself. Looking at Lu Qingyuan's weather‑worn yet remarkably resolute face, and then at his hands that clearly came from years of toil at the bottom, they felt a chill of awe.

Brilliant! This is true brilliance! Entrusting the most reliable, mountain‑steady elder brother to guard the domestic foundation gives a confidence ten thousand times greater than any glossy résumé professional manager. It shows that Mr. Lu's legacy will never forget its roots!

"This is my younger sister, Lu Xiaoyu," Lu Qingshan pulled the slightly nervous Lu Xiaoyu closer, his eyes full of encouragement, "She just graduated from university and will be in charge of our Xinghan Group's cutting‑edge domestic research labs."

Lu Xiaoyu wore a simple white dress, a hint of ivory‑tower shyness on her face, yet her clear eyes sparkled with the rationality and curiosity of a researcher. She bowed deeply to the crowd: "Hello, uncles and elders, I am Lu Xiaoyu; please guide me in the future."

Guo Dongying and the others looked at the delicate, scholarly girl with a lily‑like temperament and sighed in admiration.

Finance, industry, and now even the most cash‑intensive, uncertain future of cutting‑edge research are being laid out! How vast is Mr. Lu's board? How far does his vision reach into the future?

The banquet began, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

The gifts the Hong Kong Island tycoons brought piled into a small mountain: a hundred‑year‑old rare Pu'er tea cake, a genuine ink‑splash landscape painting by Zhang Daqian, and a Barbie‑doll castle custom‑made for Lu Xiaoxue, encrusted with South African pink diamonds—each epitomizing extravagance and thoughtfulness.

Lu Qingshan had also prepared; he had Wang Yuyun present the carefully chosen return gifts. For Li Fuying, a set of official kiln tea ware commissioned from a national‑treasure master in Jingdezhen; for Guo Dongying, a ten‑kilogram imperial‑green jade raw stone freshly shipped from an African mine; for the others, equally thoughtful, high‑value treasures.

This exchange of gifts left everyone present sincerely impressed. Mr. Lu not only knows how to make money, but also how to be a person; he respects each individual here.

Three rounds of wine and five courses later.

Li Fuying lifted a 1982 Lafite, sat beside Lu Qingshan, lowered his voice, and asked the question everyone wanted to know: "Mr. Lu, now that you have laid the Heavenly Net over Europe and the United States, what's your next plan? What can we do for you?"

This question, once raised, instantly quieted the entire banquet hall; everyone held their breath, ears perked.

Lu Qingshan set down his ivory chopsticks, glanced at Lu Qingjun a short distance away, already mingling with the daughters of Hong Kong Island socialites, flamboyantly bragging about his second brother's prowess, a faint smile curling his lips.

"The next step isn't urgent. First let this kid go out and run, to Europe, to the Americas, to see with his own eyes how vast our family's enterprises are, so he won't be fooled later."

The crowd laughed knowingly, while Lu Qingjun scratched his head bashfully, his face full of excitement for the upcoming expedition.

Lu Qingshan's smile gradually faded; his gaze deepened as it swept over everyone present, and his voice grew steady and powerful.

"What I intend to do is actually simple," he said, extending a finger and lightly tapping the polished rosewood table, producing a soft "thud" that seemed to strike each person's heart. "We will integrate all resources we now control. From Europe's precision industry, to America's modern agriculture and high‑tech, from Africa's and Australia's mineral resources, to Eastern Europe's energy and vast farmlands, turning them into visible, tangible, complete industrial chains, and then…"

He paused, his eyes blazing, and declared word by word: "For the use of our Huaxia!"

Those simple five words, like a thunderclap from the nine heavens, struck the hearts of every Chinese present in an instant!

Li Fuying's hand jerked violently, spilling the deep‑red wine onto the back of his hand, yet he felt nothing. Guo Dongying's breathing quickened, his face flushing crimson from intense excitement. Bao Chenggang, unable to contain his emotion, slapped his thigh and blurted, "Good! Well said!"

For the use of our Huaxia!

What a magnitude of spirit! What a breadth of heart!

These people have spent a lifetime fighting on Hong Kong Island's borrowed land, earning countless fortunes, hailed as "tycoons," yet ultimately they still make a living under the Yingzi roof, always feeling like rootless duckweed, guests under someone else's eaves.

But Lu Qingshan intends to channel all the world's resources back to the homeland that haunts their souls and dreams!

This is not merely business; it is forging an everlasting, indestructible steel armor for the entire nation!

"Mr. Lu!" Li Fuying sprang to his feet, smoothed his lapel, bowed deeply to Lu Qingshan, his voice trembling with emotion, "I, Li Fuying, have never truly admired many people in my life; you are one of them! From now on, as long as you say a word, our Hong Kong Island Chinese Chamber of Commerce will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Through fire and water without hesitation!" Guo Dongying, Li Zhaolong and the others also rose, all together offering the grand salute to Lu Qingshan, each eye ablaze with a fierce fire called "hope."

Lu Qingshan calmly accepted their respect.

He slowly rose, walked to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, and gazed at the dazzling harbor outside, still flying the Union Jack over the Governor's Mansion, his eyes deep as the sea.

"Everyone, no need to rush."

His voice was soft yet clear to every ear, carrying an undeniable stabilizing force.

"Run your own businesses well, watch over this land, and safeguard our home."

He turned, looked at the passionately animated Hong Kong Island tycoons before him, and calmly uttered a sentence that instantly halted everyone's thoughts.

"Perhaps it won't be long before Hong Kong Island's return happens far earlier than any of us imagined."

He paused, his gaze seeming to pierce through time and space, landing on the future of that land.

"When that time comes, the true owners of this land will finally return."

The entire banquet hall fell into death‑like silence.

Everyone stared at Lu Qingshan as if struck by a petrifying spell, their minds blank, only their hearts pounding wildly in their chests.

They seemed to see, above that brilliant night sky, an invisible giant hand gently yet resolutely moving the hands of history, letting the destined future rush toward them at an incredible speed.

And the man standing by the window was the master of that giant hand.