Chapter 503

“Yes, the house contract has already been signed.”

In the car, Amin told Wei Ming about buying the house, still feeling a thrill—it was her first time spending so much money, and her mother had put the property under her name.

“How much did it cost?” Wei Ming asked.

Amin sighed: “Same house, same size—our family paid 7.2 million, but Guibai’s place only cost 6.8 million.”

Wei Ming remembered the original asking price was 8 million; in just over a month, it dropped so much—he thanked the Chinese negotiators who held firm in the Sino-British talks, guessing the owner was afraid the Hong Kong dollar would collapse completely and was desperate to offload.

“Then why is yours more expensive?”

“Because Sister Ni said their house was messed up from filming, so we got a better deal.”

Wei Ming laughed: “We only spent 200,000 on rent, but they cut 400,000 off the price—this is pure profit.”

Zhou Huimin said: “Originally my mom planned to spend a few hundred thousand on an apartment, but now we spent ten times that on a villa—and we’ll still need to hire a maid to clean it. She was heartbroken at the time, luckily Hong helped me make money in the stock market.”

Wei Ming asked again: “How much did you make from your $500,000 principal?”

Zhou Huimin: “I’ve already made 800,000, and the $500,000 isn’t just mine—my mom contributed some too.”

$800,000 is now worth over 6 million Hong Kong dollars—enough for a whole villa—and Xiao Hong did it in less than a month.

Based on Amin’s situation, Wei Ming could estimate his own gains—roughly under $5 million, about 40 million Hong Kong dollars!

If he were just a financial amateur, he could never have achieved such returns—more than doubled, and only someone like Xiao Hong, a professional born for this field, could do it.

Wei Ming now looked forward even more to the next major stock market fluctuations—he had already recorded the key historical milestones.

“So when are you moving?” Wei Ming asked again.

Zhou Huimin: “Anytime—we just need to give the villa a quick clean and we can move right in.”

Wei Ming remembered something else: “But isn’t the house far from school?”

Their home was in Kowloon Tong, but the school was in Central and Western District on Hong Kong Island—requiring a tunnel drive, at least half an hour by car, and over an hour if there was traffic.

Zhou Huimin nodded: “So Mom wants to transfer me to Pui Ching Middle School.”

Pui Ching Middle School, founded in 1860, is a historic all-girls school at No. 1 Jordan Road, Kowloon, just minutes from Zhou Huimin’s villa in Kowloon Tong—Fu Mingxian attended this school too, and this young lady was also Zhou Huimin’s fan.

From the name alone, you knew the school’s academic performance was outstanding.

Wei Ming said: “You’ll be entering fifth grade next term, right?”

“Yes,” Zhou Huimin said. “Pui Ching teaches in English—I thought it would help me master the language better, so maybe after high school I can go to America and study with you!” She sounded a little reluctant to leave her old classmates, but she agreed.

Hong Kong’s current education system is five years of secondary school plus two years of pre-university, then three years of university.

But if studying abroad, those two pre-university years can be more flexible.

If you meet your target university’s admission requirements after Form Five, you can skip the two-year pre-university and enter university directly.

He gently held Amin’s hand: “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

The car arrived at Tong Luk Wan, Wei Ming and Gong Ying’s love nest—now that Xuejie was away, he brought Amin here for the first time.

There was almost no trace of Gong Ying’s life—her clothes were packed away, and Wei Ming didn’t take Amin into the bedroom.

He turned on the TV and VCR, planning to watch their MV for “Moon Over the Western Tower”—after filming, he let Xu Ke edit it himself and hadn’t seen it yet.

“Beautiful!” As soon as Amin, dressed in red as the bride, appeared, Wei Ming couldn’t help praising her.

Amin leaned on Wei Ming’s chest, heard his compliment, and immediately kissed him.

The MV was only five minutes long—once it ended, there was nothing left. Though Amin wasn’t much of an actress, she perfectly portrayed the joy of marriage and the anxiety of waiting for her lover—beautiful people looked good doing anything.

Wei Ming asked: “Did you film your cameo in ‘Home Alone’?”

“I did,” Zhou Huimin laughed. “They made me play a princess—and even had the runner-up Miss Hong Kong play my maid.”

“Zhang Manyu, right?” Wei Ming had just suggested a cameo, never expecting such a small role with direct scenes opposite Amin.

“Yeah, she’s really nice—we’re already friends. I even set her up with Liang Jiahui.”

“What?!” Wei Ming froze—set them up? Zhou Huai’an and Jin Xiangyu?

Amin said: “Yu is a model now, so I asked Hui if their next cover had been decided—I told them I had a gorgeous girl. Whether it works out is up to them.”

“I see.” Wei Ming wasn’t too optimistic—though both stood at the peak of acting, Man Shen’s romantic history was too rich, and having grown up in Britain, she preferred foreign boyfriends.

But she was still perfect for a cover—Zhang Manyu was this year’s Miss Hong Kong runner-up, more popular than the winner; though she hadn’t acted yet, she’d done many ads and was a solid choice for the second issue of “Yes!” after Amin.

Of course, Wei Ming wanted to see Zhang Manyu act: “Is ‘Home Alone’ her first film? What do you think of her performance?”

“Not bad—I think she’s more talented than me,” Amin said objectively. “And TVB is already planning to give her a leading role in a drama.”

“Oh~”

Speaking of the drama, Amin laughed: “This one’s connected to Ah Long too.”

“How so?”

“TVB is making a drama about comics, so they asked Ah Long to be a consultant—and they’re drawing inspiration from him. I bet Yu’s character is based on Ying,” Amin said with a grin.

The drama was called “Painting the Rainbow”—Wei Ming had never seen it; the cast also included Liu Qingyun and Lan Jieying.

If it was truly about comics, Wei Ming needed to talk seriously with Ah Long—use this chance to expand Kuangren Comics’ influence further.

Then Amin played the demo tape of “Mo Mo Mo.”

She also told Wei Ming: “Our music company has signed a contract with Master Hu Weili.”

“Is he still in Hong Kong?” Wei Ming asked.

“He’s returned to the mainland—he said he’s handling his resignation.”

Wei Ming nodded. Amid the ancient, elegant music, his and Amin’s movements grew more intense.

After one cassette ended, an hour passed. Wei Ming helped Amin tidy her clothes: “Let me take you home.”

“I’m hungry—let’s eat first,” Amin said, wiping her lips with a tissue, her face still flushed.

“Alright~”

Zhou Huimin: “Also, ‘The Class of the Sheep’ is coming out in a few days—come watch it with me.”

Though he’d seen it too many times, Wei Ming still agreed—like a killer drawn back to the crime scene, he never tired of his own masterpiece.

Many Hong Kong audiences were also waiting for this film—it was the most anticipated mainland movie of the year.

After more than half a year, the highest-grossing mainland film in Hong Kong was “The Xi’an Incident,” with 3 million already; “The Class of the Sheep” was next in line.

As for local Hong Kong films, the annual box office champion had changed—“The Odd Couple 5” narrowly surpassed “Project A Part 2,” closing at 23 million.

Though still far from the record-breaking first “Project A,” Zou Wenhuai was thrilled—he finally saw hope of surpassing the “Project A” series locally.

After dropping Amin off, Wei Ming didn’t stay at Old Ghost’s place—it was too crowded now.

The next day, Wei Ming visited the “Home Alone” set—the shooting had reached its later stage, mostly scenes between Xizi, Xu Jinjiang, and Chen Baixiang.

Since Xu Jinjiang spoke Mandarin, he also helped translate for Xizi, but Xizi now understood some basic Cantonese.

Huang Baiming loved Xizi, the bright little boy, and even wanted to give Guangtou Lao a son in “Project A 3,” but the script was already finished—he’d have to wait for Part 4.

Wei Ming didn’t disturb the crew—he sat with Biaozi, realizing he’d neglected Biao Fei during all his running around.

“Brother Ming, when you returned to Beijing, did ‘The Martial Arts Chronicle’ come out? What are people saying?” Biaozi asked eagerly.

“It’s out—late last month,” Wei Ming smiled. “I haven’t seen it yet, but Xiao Mei did—she said the buzz has caught up to ‘The Class of the Sheep.’ You’re poised to become the next Li Lianjie. I’ve even read newspaper reviews praising the fight scenes—they say it captured the spirit of the Chinese people. You’re now China’s number one man who beat foreign devils.”

Biaozi burst into loud laughter, thoroughly delighted, then asked: “Brother Ming, I want to buy some gold—where’s a good place to get it?”

He’d seen the gold when he delivered Anping and thought of buying some as gifts for his wife, mother, and daughter.

Though mainland China had opened gold jewelry sales last year, the channels were all controlled by the state—the designs and quantities couldn’t compare to Hong Kong’s.

Wei Ming said: “If you don’t mind the markup, go for big brands—Zhou Physician, Chow Tai Fook—they guarantee quality, but charge more for the brand. If you don’t care about the brand, I know a place with lots of gold sellers, and the prices are cheaper.”