Start with a Cat and Mouse Game

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Annie, who was watching TV in Li Changheng's arms, covered her mouth and yawned, "My dear, are you sleepy?"

Li Changheng shrugged, "Bell-Burke should be back in a while. You should go wash first, and I will go up after talking with him."

Annie gave Li Changheng a vain look. "Tomorrow we will go to Buckingham Palace early in the morning to see our father, mother and grandmother.

Don't be too late. "

"OK", Li Changheng smiled and nodded, and watched Annie go upstairs and waited for more than 20 minutes, then Zhang Tianzhi walked in quickly from the outside.

"Boss, Mr. Burke is here."

"Well, Brother Zhi, go back and rest too, lest the little guy Zhang Feng is scared at home alone."

"No, boss."

Speaking of his son, Zhang Tianzhi finally smiled and said, "I have asked an old Chinese couple to help, plus I want Ah Feng to speak more Cantonese, lest..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Tianzhi regained his consciousness and stopped talking.

"It's okay." Li Changheng knew what he was worried about. "You know I was adopted by a pair of Chinese parents when I was a kid.

Therefore, I not only agree that you let Zhang Feng speak more Cantonese, but I also hope that you can tell him that you are from the Celestial Kingdom.

Twenty-five sons are either greedy for life and fear of death, or forgotten righteousness for profit, and **** that the ancestors don't want for money.

Foreigners like me are not stupid, except to use them, it is impossible to really trust such people. "

"Thanks, thank you," Zhang Tianzhi looked at Li Changheng in a somewhat unbelievable manner.

It seems that I am really grateful to the Chinese couple for being able to educate a foreigner to recognize their ancestors instead of believing in God.

Then he didn't see any lie in his eyes, and he nodded with confidence, "I'm very happy to be able to do things for you, boss."

"Well, we don't need to be so sensational. Go back and take care of Zhang Feng soon."

Zhang Tianzhi smiled and nodded. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Boss, do you think..."

Before finishing talking, Zhang Tianzhi shook his head in his heart.

He quickly changed his words, "I rolled up the photos and negatives of His Royal Highness Andrew and hid them in the silver candlestick in the restaurant."

"OK".

Looking at the back of Zhang Tianzhi leaving, Li Changheng kept thinking about the words that followed the ‘what do you think’ just now?

I met an English woman and wanted to ask if I mind?

But what's so bad about it?

Still want to return to Hong Kong and Kowloon?

This is impossible. Zhang Feng is in London and his own boss is also in London.

Zhang Tianzhi has no reason to return to Hong Kong and Kowloon at this time.

Do you think you are American or Chinese?

Li Changheng thought in his heart that of course it was the skin of the foreigner, the heart of the Chinese.

Then, why do you want to ask this question?

After seeing Bell come in, Li Changheng, who couldn't understand, could only be curious and pointed to the sofa to beckon him to sit freely.

After sending away Charles and his party, Li Changheng himself used the equipment to check the living room, the study, and the room if anyone had bugged them.

As for the previous words in the study with Charles and others, even if they were heard, it was fine.

Bell sat on the sofa next to him, leaning his body closer and whispering.

"My uncle said that he has basically decided that next year, or at the end of this year, will go to Hong Kong and Kowloon to take up a post.

So, he asked me to ask you, are you interested in continuing to build the kind of tube building you designed? "

Housing plan?

The first thought in Li Changheng's mind was that once he took over, it was certain to make money.

But the second thought is that I cannot guarantee the quality of the construction at all.

Unlike a private building, where you can control yourself and inspect as you want, Uncle Bell Mellieha's housing plan is managed by the Hong Kong and Kowloon Housing Department.

There is definitely a hole in it, and it is a big hole.

"Sorry, buddy, I don't have that much energy.

And to put it in a bad way, instead of helping the Hong Kong and Kowloon Government to build a building.

It is better for me to buy the land myself, or continue to develop the land in exchange for Tsim Sha Tsui. "

"why?"

Bell asked anxiously, "Henry, we are all old friends. Tell me what are you worried about?"

"The quality of the building", Li Changheng shrugged, "To put it bluntly, Hong Kong and Kowloon at this time, whether they are local public officials or British public officials, are worms.

I don't have to put myself in huge trouble for tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars. "

The 7-story tube building built by Li Changheng in Kowloon is worth 3 million Hong Kong dollars each.

Even if it is raised to more than ten or twenty stories, a building will only cost 60,000 to 70,000 Hong Kong dollars.

How much can a building make?

There is really no need to participate in this.

Instead, I didn’t participate in order to send people to stare at the quality of the building, so as to avoid the tragedy of a half-collapse of several buildings again.

Bell saw that Li Changheng's attitude was very resolute and could only give up, and then said, "My uncle still wants to hear your views on the Hong Kong and Kowloon police."

Li Changheng knew in his heart that Uncle Bell and his nephew were worried that he would protect Leiro and others.

"Don't worry, I am 100% in favor of cracking down on the issue of Hong Kong and Kowloon police collecting money.

Moreover, in the next few years, my focus will be on the United States, and then maybe in the future, in order to reduce labor costs, some factories will be placed in Hong Kong and Kowloon.

Therefore, in the long run, I support your uncle to clean up the Hong Kong and Kowloon culture. "

Bell couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after listening, and then listened to Li Changheng smiling and said, "Man, in fact, I really hope that your uncle will get rid of Lei Luo and others.

When the time comes, Leiluo and others will run away, that's when we make a lot of money, understand? "

Only then did Bell really relieved and smiled.

Li Changheng has a need, and his pledge just now is more convincing.

Otherwise, don't even think of Meliho as the leader when he goes to Hong Kong and Kowloon, but he is not even the second tier in England.

Even Bell, who is already an assistant to the boss of the Department of Foreign Affairs of England and the Department of Asian Affairs, can be equal to him if he is promoted by two or three levels.

The two talked about something related to the Scottish knighthood, and Bell got up to leave.

Standing at the door of the villa, Li Changheng looked at the leaving car, and couldn't help thinking of Ruan Mei who was cooking for himself.

Don't know how much she has had in these 8 months?

And how is my own villa on the top of Victoria Peak?

And the seven theaters from Central to North Point, I don’t know if Hobbes has helped him get it?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but walk over to the phone and think about it.

Remember the phone number of Chen Xijiu's house~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and think about the time difference.

At this time, it should be 6 o'clock in the morning in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and then dialed the number of Chen Xijiu's house.

In Shaukeiwan, Hong Kong, in a 300-square-meter villa, I suddenly remembered the harsh ringtones.

Chen Xijiu, who was sleeping with his son, got up and walked out of the room cursingly.

Looking at the two tables listlessly, but no one was willing to leave the table, the 8 women who played mahjong all night, cursed at themselves why they had married nine wives.

I totally married 8 aunts and grandmothers, and one who didn't dare to show up in this villa and brought her daughter back alone.

Seeing Chen Xijiu standing still, a woman who lost money said in dissatisfaction, "Hurry up and answer the phone, it's annoying."

Chen Xijiu shook his head helplessly to answer the call.

Then eight women frightened their legs together and shouted, "Sir, good morning."

"You are nervous, Chen Xijiu."