Chapter 1503: Dedication to Art

"Oh, handsome guy, hello!"

Ji Wang Weidong walked out of the villa's entrance hall, looking at Li Xuewu who had just gotten off the car, and reached out to greet him.

Li Xuewu looked him up and down, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and asked, "Did you wash your hands after going to the toilet?"

"How is that possible—"

Ji Wang Weidong didn't care about his disgust, grabbed his hand and shook it, nodded and said, "I never wash my hands after going to the toilet."

"What are you looking at—"

Seeing Li Xuewu full of disgust, he turned to the bodyguard who followed and shouted, "I didn't pee on my hands, why do I have to wash them."

"One in the south, one in the north, thousands of miles apart, and you talk about this when you get together?"

Lou Xiaoe, who got off the car, couldn't bear to look at them, rolled her eyes, and went into the house first.

Lou Xiaohang, who got off the car, only glanced at Li Xuewu and didn't even bother with Ji Wang Weidong.

Being able to play with Wen Hanze, what kind of good person could he be.

"Wu Ge—"

Li Wenbiao appeared in the entrance hall with a smile, didn't learn from Ji Wang Weidong who wanted to shake hands, just smiled honestly.

This might be the first time he showed this kind of harmless smile since coming to Hong Kong.

"Hehe, you've gained weight, right?"

Li Xuewu patted his arm with a light smile and stepped into the living room.

Looking from the outside, you couldn't tell there was anything special here, just that it was on the hillside, and the wind at night was a bit strong.

On the way here, Li Xuewu could clearly feel that the higher he went, the rarer the traffic on the road became.

Only after passing the indicator board for private territory could you hardly see any cars.

Looking down from the mountain, the night view of Hong Kong in this era could be called a must, full of urban lighting elements.

Villas on the mountain were scattered, deep houses and large courtyards, full of security and distance.

In this place, it should be very difficult to find convenience stores and inns, but it's convenient to go to the toilet.

"Mr. Li—"

Ai Jiaqing and Selena stood in the living room with a smile, and greeted him when they saw him come in.

"It's an honor to see you in Hong Kong."

"I'm also honored to see old friends here."

Li Xuewu shook hands with them with a smile and said, "Haven't seen you for a few years, still as graceful as ever."

"This is also what we want to say to you."

Selena smiled beautifully, blinked at him, and said, "You look even better today than in the past."

"Thank you, borrow your auspicious words."

Li Xuewu nodded to her with a smile and looked at the others standing in the living room.

"Mr. Li, we don't need to be polite, we see each other every month."

Katherine, who was standing by the sofa, shook hands with him with a smile and said a naughty sentence.

She appeared here not by accident. Andrew's furniture club operation effect was very good, and Katherine was a regular customer of the club.

And as the club's designated cooperative account opening bank and credit guarantor, Lou Xiaoe was also a member of the club, and the two had known each other for a long time.

And it wasn't like they were rivals in love, so there was nothing that couldn't be said.

She didn't treat Lou Xiaoe as Li Xuewu's lover, nor did she think about marrying Li Xuewu, and Lou Xiaoe wouldn't treat her as a rival in love and eat dry vinegar.

"Don't be nervous, we are sisters."

Katherine was really good at making things happen. Seeing Li Xuewu look at her, she signaled to Lou Xiaoe and said this.

Li Xuewu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and said, "Good, very good."

Lou Xiaoe also rolled her eyes and didn't bother with the foreign girl who spoke a mouthful of Northeast dialect.

Who is your sister

Who is a sister to you—

"Hello, Big Boss, my name is Hu Zhongyong."

With a gold chain hanging around his neck, seeing Li Xuewu walk over, his waist almost bent to ninety degrees; he used both hands to receive Li Xuewu's hand and respectfully greeted him.

Li Xuewu raised an eyebrow, looked at him, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ah? This..."

The gold chain guy looked awkwardly at the "Crown Prince" standing opposite, and then at Brother Biao.

"Fatty B, I've told you about him."

Old Biaozi was ultimately a bit more generous, much better than Ji Wang Weidong, who raised his eyebrows and smirked to watch the fun.

He took the initiative to walk over and make an introduction, and then laughingly scolded Fatty B, "Those in the underworld don't report their real names; report your nickname. Who knows you?"

"I really didn't recognize you." Li Xuewu didn't make things too difficult for him; he extended his hand to shake his, but only shook it briefly before withdrawing his palm.

Fatty B was already very satisfied; in fact, he was content just being able to stand in this villa.

Look at the people standing in this living room; which one isn't stronger than him?

He was just a hoodlum who walked out of the slums, and he reached today entirely by relying on three things: eating inside and out, seducing the boss's wife, and betraying his brothers.

Of course, now he is also a "bear wearing a gown"—a person; he can't do hoodlum things anymore.

It's just that even wearing a dragon robe doesn't make him a prince; self-proclaimed as a successful person and a legitimate businessman, although he put on a suit, he is like the gold necklace around his neck that he can't get rid of—he can't erase his dark history from the past.

Li Xuewu was able to give him the opportunity to shake hands, which was also out of respect for the work of the few people in the room.

He also knew what kind of place Hong Kong was; he couldn't do every job himself.

Dirty work always needs someone to do it; being able to let the other party appear here should mean giving them some sweetness.

In fact, that is exactly the case; Fatty B is the only underworld person here today.

Whether called Brother Biao or Crown Prince, Li Wenbiao and Ji Wang Weidong, although they handle underworld affairs, never admit that they are underworld people.

Even the Hong Kong underworld doesn't dare to cling to or pull at them, because the two sides are not on the same level.

Ji Wang Weidong is the person in charge of Prince Port, backed by Oriental Times Bank; Li Wenbiao is the person in charge of Times Real Estate, also with deep backing.

In Hong Kong, you can say David Trench is a bastard, but you cannot curse capitalists for not being human.

If you curse David Trench, he might not lower himself to your level, but if you curse capitalists, people will really die.

The underworld has never been about fighting and killing, but about real interest disputes.

Underworld loyalty?

Heh, it can't even compare to two ounces of chest, so how can it compare to hundreds of thousands?

Human hearts can never be tested, just like the wink thrown at the boss's wife; she might reject you, but she will absolutely not report you—those who report you are dogs.

"Don't call me Big Boss; call me Mr. Li."

Li Wenbiao fell to the back and reminded Fatty B softly, which earned Fatty B's gratitude.

"Yes, Brother Biao, I know."

"We're our own brothers; don't be nervous."

Although Li Wenbiao is not in the underworld, the underworld air on him is hard to hide, which makes him most approachable to Fatty B.

Arranged by Li Wenbiao, he took a chair himself and sat in the position at the very edge.

Sofa area?

Don't be ridiculous; at his own home, he can sit however he wants, even rolling on the sofa holding a little sister, but there is no place for him here.

Not only is there no sofa to sit on, but even sitting on a chair, he has to be respectful, with his body straight.

It's not bad to have a seat; he can't even speak, he has to listen carefully while the big bosses talk.

Why did he call this Mr. Li "Big Boss"?

Very simple: he calls Li Wenbiao "Brother Biao," calls Ji Wang Weidong "Crown Prince," and these two are so respectful to Mr. Li, so if he isn't a big boss, what is he?

It's just that this one doesn't look like an underworld big boss, but rather like...

"Sit, sit, don't stand."

Li Xuewu waved his hand at everyone and said, "This is your territory; if you all stand and watch me, I'll be nervous."

"It's just a foreign land; my heart is always by your side," Ji Wang Weidong sat beside him shamelessly; this guy doesn't look disgusting, but his words are very annoying.

Li Xuewu ignored him and looked at Lou Xiaoe, signaling, "You come sit on my side."

"Drink tea." Lou Xiaoe was quite natural; she turned back to instruct the servant and walked to his side to sit down.

The sofa seat was very long, enough for more than three people, but only three people sat on this sofa.

"Friends coming from afar, isn't it a joy?" Li Xuewu had a faint smile on his face as he looked at everyone and said, "Today I am a guest; I hope you all won't mind my intrusion."

"Mr. Li is too polite."

Ai Jiaqing looked at Selena beside her and said, "So you are treating us as outsiders?"

"Are you trying to drive us away?"

"Hehe, we are all our own people."

Li Xuewu looked at her meaningfully, then looked at Selena and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Do I need to say 'serve the people'?"

Selena raised an eyebrow amusedly and joked, emboldened.

She didn't feel much pressure with Li Xuewu, but it gave Fatty B, who was sitting on the side, a fright.

What are you doing!

What "serve the people"?

Where am I? What kind of organization is this?

"I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications."

Ji Wang Weidong looked at her amusedly and said, "You should say 'it's not hard work, it's what I should do'."

"It has to be the Crown Prince; this flattery sounds different."

Selena rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "I've learned my lesson."

After speaking, she pinched her voice and looked at Li Xuewu, saying, "It's not hard work, it's what I should do."

"Hehe—" Li Xuewu couldn't help but laugh at their strange interaction; he turned his head to look at Ji Wang Weidong, then looked at Selena.

Ji Wang Weidong naturally wouldn't feel awkward; his skin thickness was comparable to the Great Wall.

It was Selena, with a look of disgust and resentment, as if someone owed her something.

No need to think about it, it must be the ungrateful Ji Wang Weidong; there are no other bad people in this room.

"Why, have you two had something?"

"Who has had something with him—"

Before Ji Wang Weidong could speak, Selena said first, "So annoying."

"I can only say I once possessed it."

Ji Wang Weidong laughed and said, "That was an unforgettable romantic story."

"Don't ask anymore; I'm afraid you'll be envious." He waved his hand, picked up the teacup to take a small sip, and looked at Selena with a smirk.

Selena felt so disgusted that she turned her head away and didn't look at him anymore, not even wanting to look this way.

Li Xuewu nodded knowingly and said, "No wonder everyone at home says you are very carefree in Hong Kong; I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect..."

"Hey—when was I carefree?"

Ji Wang Weidong suddenly reacted, reached out to press Li Xuewu's arm, and emphasized, "I am truly serving the people by being born and dying here."

"Hehe, I believe you."

Li Xuewu pointed at Selena opposite and picked up his teacup, saying, "If you can make her believe you, then I'll believe you."

"Forget it, we have no feelings anymore."

Ji Wang Weidong said to Zhou Ma, who brought the tea, "Don't give her tea; her stomach is not good."

"You're disgusting me to death—"

Ai Jiaqing said amusedly, "Your deep affection is only useful for that first year."

"Hey! Today is not my criticism meeting; we are here to welcome Mr. Li."

Ji Wang Weidong also knew that this couldn't go on; he still wanted to hang around in Hong Kong.

Although it is said that when you are away from home, your status and reputation are given by yourself, he still wanted to establish a persona in this circle.

Since he couldn't chase after exotic styles like Selena or legal beauties like Lou Xiaohang, couldn't he try the suit girls in the company?

"Wu Ge, things in Hong Kong are basically handled; I'll report to you later."

Li Wenbiao was quite serious after coming to Hong Kong and took the initiative to talk about work.

Li Xuewu waved his hand carelessly and said, "When a general is in the field, he is not bound by the orders of his sovereign."

"You are not a child anymore; you don't need to ask for instructions and report everything. You make the decision."

He reached out and grabbed Lou Xiaoe's hand placed in front of her, patted her leg lightly, and said, "I didn't let you come to Hong Kong to be a 'yes-man'."

After saying this, he looked at Lou Xiaoe beside him and said, "Discuss and handle things yourselves; if there's anything ambiguous, you can send a message home."

"You can trust the ability and wisdom of the think tank," he said to Ji Wang Weidong and Li Wenbiao, "You can't make decisions, but you can use it for reference."

"Mm, that is indeed the case."

Seeing that Li Xuewu didn't intend to ask about specific work, Ji Wang Weidong also started to speak.

He left room for Li Wenbiao, fearing that Li Xuewu would ask about detailed work.

In fact, he wasn't afraid of Li Xuewu scrutinizing the work in Hong Kong, just afraid that time would be limited and he wouldn't be able to finish speaking.

Now it seems Li Xuewu still has a sense of the big picture and even more of the posture of a big leader.

He doesn't ask about details, only focuses on human hearts.

With him here, with Li Wenbiao, and with Lou Xiaoe, things in Hong Kong won't fail.

Fundamentally speaking, Ji Wang Weidong couldn't possibly walk together with Li Wenbiao and Lou Xiaoe.

It's the same the other way around; the three are not in a competitive relationship, but they have formed a triangular supervision.

Whether Li Xuewu does things or lays out plans, he likes to be steady and leave a backup plan.

A triangular relationship is the most secure, and with other backups left behind, there's no need to fear accidents.

Look, Oriental Times Bank had a Lai Jiasheng, and isn't it still running steadily now?

Li Xuewu even has the ability to bring Lai Jiasheng back to the mainland to be dealt with.

Of course, they don't know how Li Xuewu finally dealt with Lai Jiasheng; they only know that after this person was handed over to Li Xuewu, he disappeared.

Even Lou Xiaoe didn't receive a reply; she only knew that Lai Jiasheng could never return to Hong Kong again.

Perhaps he will never be able to return in his life.

"Oriental Times has the existence of a think tank, which has saved a lot of detours."

He looked at Li Xuewu and said, "As the saying goes, 'an old person in the family is like a treasure'."

"Now those old things in your hands can truly be called a treasure house."

After he finished speaking, Lou Xiaoe couldn't help but glare at him; she really wanted to curse.

The "old things" in Ji Wang Weidong's mouth also included her father.

Although her father's handling of family affairs and wealth was biased, the flaws didn't obscure the virtues; that was still the father who gave birth to and raised her.

"How is your career?"

Li Xuewu put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Ji Wang Weidong with a smile.

"You haven't just been playing around, have you?"

Ji Wang Weidong also put down his teacup, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "Romance is just my protective color; in fact, I am a serious person."

"Sister, I'm going to check the kitchen."

Unwilling to listen to his nonsense, Selena stood up and walked toward the dining room, not giving him any face at all.

Ji Wang Weidong raised his eyebrows, not paying much attention, and continued, "Port affairs don't need to be mentioned; you know the specific situation."

"I am busy with cultural undertakings now."

He pointed at Fatty B, who was sitting upright and looking straight ahead on the side, and said, "He is helping me do things; I started a film company."

"Making movies, a good career."

Li Xuewu nodded and said, "Spreading culture and leading fashion, that's indeed acceptable."

"Look, there's still someone who understands me."

Ji Wang Weidong had an expression of meeting a soulmate; he patted his knee and sighed, "I, really, sometimes I'm really not reconciled."

"If you could also come to Hong Kong, our brothers joining forces would absolutely dominate the world."

Seeing Lou Xiaoe about to speak, he hurriedly emphasized, "The career I'm doing now has educational and cultural dissemination significance."

Li Xuewu saw that this kid wasn't quite right, turned his head to ask Lou Xiaoe, "What meaningful movies has his film company made?"

"You ask him—"

Lou Xiaoe had an expression of being unable to speak; her eyeballs were almost rolling white.

"Educational significance? There are plenty—" Selena, who walked back, curled her lips and said, "Like 'I Want the Official' and 'The Postman of the Second Wife Village,' they are very famous."

"Right, Crown Prince?"

"Oh, so you pay so much attention to me; have you watched these movies?"

Never seen Ji Wang Weidong so shameless; he really wasn't afraid of death, flirting with Selena to his heart's content.

Selena tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice, truly underestimating the thickness of this bastard's face.

"Go to hell—"

"Don't know who was dying to live," Ji Wang Weidong muttered, turned his head to Li Xuewu and said, "Don't look at the names of these movies, they are indeed very popular!"

"You really dare to say that—"

Li Xuewu looked at him and said, "For such an educational film company, how did Mr. Ji and Ms. Fu agree to let you keep it open?"

"Hi—" Ji Wang Weidong waved his hand and said carelessly, "Just did some insignificant little things; where is the need to disturb them."

"In other words, you didn't tell them," Li Xuewu gave him a thumbs up and praised, "You are still the one."

"Coming to Hong Kong from thousands of miles away, across the ocean, just to dedicate educational 'wind-moon' films to the people of Hong Kong; you are too great."

"What's wrong with this?" Ji Wang Weidong sat up straight, pointed at Fatty B and said, "You ask him; we are truly making movies with heart."

"Unlike some film companies in the industry that only know how to exploit actresses and earn money against their conscience, we are making art with heart; you don't understand."

"Yes, Mr. Li." Fatty B, seeing the Crown Prince allowing him to speak, respectfully lowered his body and said a particularly philosophical sentence, "These actresses are also good girls; their current situation is only temporary, and sooner or later they will put back on the clothes they took off, one by one."

"When they become famous, they will have to thank us for discovering them."

"And what if they don't become famous?"

Selena widened her eyes and asked, "Do they still have the chance to put back on the clothes they took off, one by one?"

"This—" Fatty B said with some hesitation, "Of course, these words have to be saved for after they become famous; I'm just finding an excuse for them to let go of their psychological burden."

He was also honest enough here, spreading his hands and saying, "You look at those actresses who take off their clothes voluntarily; don't they all shout that they want to dedicate themselves to art? We can't stop them."

"Then that is truly hard work for you all."

At this time, Lou Xiaohang couldn't help but "praise" him, but it sounded like she was mocking them no matter how you listened.

"Hard work? Spreading art and promoting excellent traditional culture."

Ji Wang Weidong held his teacup and said brazenly, "I've already thought of the name for the next movie; let's call it 'The Legal Pretty Widow'."

"This name is really good—"

Li Xuewu couldn't help but praise, "You should write a book, call it 'I Filmed Wind-Moon in Hong Kong'; it will definitely be a big hit."

"Hey! I really have this idea."

Ji Wang Weidong is truly hopeless; he didn't care at all about Li Xuewu's sarcasm and nodded, saying, "After this movie is finished, I'll start writing; I'll have you check it for me then."

"I check it for you? Don't harm me."

Li Xuewu crossed his right leg and said, "Absolutely don't bring it back to the mainland, otherwise it counts as self-exploding criminal evidence."

"Hahahaha—"

Those who understood had already laughed out loud.

Lou Xiaoe glanced sideways at Ji Wang Weidong, and only then introduced to Li Xuewu, "Actually, he is quite capable; it's just that he didn't use it in the right place."

"Over the past three years, Oriental Times has successively established relevant subsidiaries, and he has contributed a lot."

"Ms. Lou, don't praise me."

Ji Wang Weidong had an expression of "don't stop," smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I didn't do anything."

"We mainly do two systems."

Lou Xiaoe ignored his deadpan act and introduced to Li Xuewu, "The Oriental system, represented by Oriental Trade, has established industries such as Oriental Garments, Oriental Fresh, and Oriental International Hotel."

"The Times system takes Times Real Estate as its core; we have established Modern Property, Times Culture, Modern Security, Times Mining, etc."

She emphasized, "With Oriental Times Bank as the main body, the economic system built around Prince Port, Shunfeng Ocean Shipping, Times Real Estate, and other industries is basically stable and formed; next, we will..."

"Is Times Culture the film company you started?" Li Xuewu didn't wait for Lou Xiaoe to finish speaking, turned his head to look at Ji Wang Weidong and asked.

Seeing Ji Wang Weidong nod in admission, he sighed and muttered, "You've ruined the name."

"What do you mean?" Ji Wang Weidong wasn't having it; he was truly using his heart to spread cultural undertakings.

"Next, we plan to create an electronics company, an airline, and a charity foundation."

Lou Xiaoe continued to finish her words, then looked at Li Xuewu and confirmed, "It might take about ten years to be completely built."

She mentioned the electronics company and the airline, which were actually supplements to Li Xuewu's layout.

The Red Star Steel Group wants to vigorously develop the electronics industry with the Sanhe Stock Company, so naturally, it has to bring along the Oriental Times system; Li Xuewu can't just shout for nothing.

And the airline is even easier to understand; if Ta-Dong Airport can be taken down, international flights must inevitably connect to the Hong Kong route.

Cargo is the core business of airport operations; in this era, doing passenger transport will only lead to losses.

Dying even more miserably than the Third Master.

The kind that can't even eat four dishes in a lifetime.

"Selena is now responsible for the business of Oriental Trade," Lou Xiaoe raised her hand to signal Selena sitting opposite to introduce, "Wofung Hong and businesses related to the mainland are all responsible by Oriental Trade, and the channels go through Watsons convenience stores."

"Garments and fresh food are supplements to the channels; the scale is still a bit small now."

She said, "Oriental International Hotel is an industry planned based on real estate projects."

"Security and real estate are currently handled by Li Wenbiao."

Li Wenbiao looked at Li Xuewu and nodded, saying, "Number Two is helping me do things."

"How is Number Five? Is he usable?"

Li Xuewu nodded and asked, "Is he still adapting after being transferred over?"

"Quite good; he knows how to use his heart to do things."

Li Wenbiao affirmed, "He is learning management from Number Two; he has great potential."

Li Xuewu nodded, indicating he understood, didn't say anything else, and looked at Lou Xiaoe to signal her to continue.

"I recommended Wenbiao to join the Four Provinces Chamber of Commerce; it's very hard to do things without a foundation."

Lou Xiaoe said this, then continued, "Times Mining has always been handled by me; if you have usable people, feel free to send them over; this part is very important."

Li Xuewu still nodded, not promising anything.

He didn't think about doing any actual work when he came this time; listening to their reports was enough, and it was just to show a posture of attention.

Just as Lou Xiaoe was speaking, the servant walked over and reminded them softly that the meal was ready.

Lou Xiaoe stood up and greeted everyone to move to the dining room to eat while talking.

A big villa naturally comes with a big dining table.

A long dining table, enough for ten people to sit.

"After Zhang Wanhe had his accident, who took over his shift?" Li Xuewu asked after sitting down at the dining table, "Is anyone watching that side?"

"Zhang Wanyou, Zhang Wanhe's younger brother."

Li Wenbiao answered seriously, "I've checked him; although they are cousins, the relationship is very close, and he acts very low-key."

"Watch him; don't let any chaos happen."

Li Xuewu picked up his wine glass and tasted it; the rich aroma of the wine filled his mouth.

"I have properly arranged for Zhang Wanhe's son; he won't have to worry about life in this lifetime."

He said faintly, "I'm only afraid of people stirring up trouble and causing some chaos again."

"Don't worry about that; I've already handled it," Li Wenbiao said seriously, "With me here, there won't be any more problems on the Hong Kong side."

"Don't be too tired."

Li Xuewu raised the wine glass in his hand to signal him and said, "Go home and visit often."

"With you here, I'm at ease."

Li Wenbiao smiled and said, "Qinglan mailed me a photo of Tiger Girl; she looks like me."

"Hehe—" Li Xuewu glanced at him and said, "If you don't go back, she won't recognize you."

After speaking, he held his wine glass to signal others at the table and said, "To today, to tomorrow."

Everyone raised their glasses together and drank with a smile.

Fatty B sat at the very end, only feeling that the craftsmanship of the chef at Ms. Lou's house was extraordinary.

Listening to this Mr. Li talk, although sometimes it was like being in the clouds, it could be seen that the big boss behind Oriental Times Capital was him.

Didn't expect it, so young.

Of course, he wasn't very surprised, because there were simply too many fierce people coming from the mainland.

With Ji Wang Weidong's example here, what did he have to be surprised about? It's the power of capital.

At first, he didn't believe in evil, feeling that mixing in society still had to be done by them, the locals.

And the result?

Getting up to pee in the middle of the night, a kitchen knife suddenly appeared at the head of the bed, almost scaring him into incontinence.

When it was put there, when the person entered the room, he was completely unaware.

Little brother?

Hong Kong underworld big bosses have a few "door gods" little brothers guarding the boss's safety day and night.

To put it bluntly, being a little brother is no different from going to work, also divided into full-time and temporary workers.

Full-time workers get pocket money from the boss, while temporary workers wait for the foreman to call for a fight.

Don't look at how it's acted in "Young and Dangerous" movies, shouting and calling a street full of people; it's pure nonsense.

Hong Kong underworld big bosses, count them one by one, not a single one can afford to support so many hoodlums.

Mixing in the underworld is not doing HR; when there's something to do, temporarily call people; one hundred dollars is enough.

Take Fatty B as an example; he was considered okay in the past, but he only had a dozen or so "49s" in his hand, not a single "double flower" who could truly fight; this is also called a big brother.

It's different now; he has a big boss supporting him to open a company and do cultural dissemination business; he has money in his hands, so naturally, he can afford to support people.

Usually working on the set, when needed, put down the microphone and pick up the blade, which counts as a part-time job.

Not to mention more, a hundred or so people can be called at once, which is quite impressive.

But you ask Fatty B, today he is so awesome, why is he still so respectful?

Those mixing in society can never compare to those mixing in the workplace; those in the workplace can control the guns.

Modern security, a security team of hundreds of people, which underworld person dares to be picky?

They are mixing in society, not anti-society.

Do you really think the honest Li Wenbiao is a good person? You haven't seen him when he gets ruthless.

In less than a year, he not only cleaned up the mess left by Wen Hanze but actually used some means to sweep through more than a dozen halls.

Any hall boss who participated in the siege of Wen Hanze back then either died or ran away; not a single one escaped his sanctions.

Society?

At this time, the society is not useful; Li Wenbiao wants to clean them up, not following underworld rules and routines at all, directly executing decapitation operations.

What underworld guest, you can dodge a knife, but can you dodge a bullet?

You can dodge the first day of the lunar month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth.

Li Wenbiao investigated the roots of these societies as soon as he arrived in Hong Kong, followed by a bounty order.

With three million thrown down, even the Dragon King would have to kneel, let alone these hoodlums.

It's so good to have money—

He only believes in one sentence now: "It's easy to enjoy the shade under a big tree; follow the boss and have meat to eat."

Ji Wang Weidong and Li Wenbiao are not cold-hearted people, nor are they underworld people, but businessmen.

Such a big "water throat" cannot be offended; without them, where would Hu Zhongyong come from? He doesn't even dare to use his real name in this society.

"How many days until you return?"

Ai Jiaqing ate steak and looked at Li Xuewu, asking, "Will it be a week?"

"Not sure, depends on the arrangements."

Li Xuewu doesn't really like eating this stuff, but he doesn't want to reject Lou Xiaoe's well-intentioned preparation.

He took a bite of beef and said, "Still the same sentence: discuss and handle business matters yourselves; if there's anything you can't decide, send a message home."

"I don't want to ask about other things, and I don't want to worry about them; I can still trust you all."

Li Xuewu put down his knife and fork, pressed Lou Xiaoe's hand beside him, and expressed his full trust.

Lou Xiaoe was particularly quiet today, spending most of her time listening to him talk, occasionally showing an attitude of being a little bird relying on a person.

She really wished they were still like before, in the small courtyard by the side of the sea.

After eating and drinking, Li Xuewu talked to each of them separately.

After talking with Ji Wang Weidong, Ai Jiaqing, and others, they left, trying their best to leave time for Lou Xiaoe.

Many of them can return to the mainland, and there are plenty of opportunities to see Li Xuewu.

But Lou Xiaoe can't go back, at least not for the time being; it's too hard to see each other after three years.

Catherine didn't have any other purpose in coming today; she just wanted to meet Li Xuewu and confirm the itinerary.

She will fly to East Germany on the same flight, acting as Li Xuewu's dark piece to help and support this inspection.

Don't think that just because East Germany and West Germany built a wall, they have no dealings with the entire West.

Let's put it this way: that wall isolated ordinary people, but trade cannot be blocked.

The Andrew family also has business in East Germany; Catherine volunteered and recommended herself to help Li Xuewu, just to lay the foundation for Yingcheng Port.

If you have such free labor, why would you want to spend money to hire someone?

Li Xuewu likes this kind of free service the most; the more, the better.

Finally sending off Li Wenbiao and Fatty B, Lou Xiaoe crossed her arms and looked at Li Xuewu beside her.

Lou Xiaohang stayed behind; she still has to send Li Xuewu back, but she doesn't know what time he will leave.

Lou Xiaoe wished he wouldn't leave for the rest of his life, staying in Hong Kong forever.

But she dared to think of such a dream before, but now there is no chance.

He is becoming more and more excellent; even though she has already fought for a career in Hong Kong, she still looks slightly inferior compared to Li Xuewu.

Coming from the mainland, she naturally knows what the path he is taking will be like in the future.

With the size of Oriental Times Bank, it absolutely cannot be compared with the Red Star Steel Group.

The superiority or inferiority of an enterprise does not lie in its own competitiveness, but in its ability to adapt to the environment.

Can Oriental Times survive in the mainland?

The Red Star Steel Group possesses inexhaustible resources in the mainland; "trust" isn't just a name, and the market potential is terrifyingly large.

His excellence makes her admire him even more; Lou Xiaoe never felt that he was very far from her, nor did she feel that she was very far from him.

As long as they think of each other in their hearts, they can empathize even if they are thousands of miles apart.

Just like Li Xuewu is very assured and trusts her, she also knows that Li Xuewu is thinking of her.

"Let's go, the wind is strong at night; let's talk upstairs," Lou Xiaoe greeted him, and the two went upstairs together.

Only until this time did the servant come out to clean up the mess, and as quietly as possible.

Serving Ms. Lou for three years, this was the first time they saw Ms. Lou's lover.

This Mr. Li absolutely cannot be Ms. Lou's lover; one can determine that just by looking at the aura.

Those who are servants absolutely have this kind of eye for people; their judgment ability must be outstanding.

"Do you want to ask about the family?"

Li Xuewu walked into the bedroom and looked at Lou Xiaoe, asking, "You've missed the old man and old lady, haven't you?"

"I've missed you—"

Lou Xiaoe suddenly turned around and threw herself into his arms, just like when she made up her mind for the first time.

Back then, he only used a bowl of dough-drop soup to warm her heart, and today, he is still him.

Li Xuewu hugged her tightly and whispered comforting words in her ear.

Lou Xiaoe had been strong for three years, and today she finally waited for his appearance.

She doesn't want to be a strong woman; she just wants to be a little woman, and at this moment, she enjoyed it.

"I want to have a child—"