Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 525 537 [Coercion]

The night was gloomy, and it was drizzling.

The weather in Hong Kong is like this. I don’t know when it will rain or when it will thunder. When it dawns, it will probably be another sunny day. Only the wet ground is telling you that it rained last night.

As an international metropolis, Hong Kong's nightlife has always been rich and colorful. Even if you are at three or four o'clock in the morning, you can still find very delicious food stalls on the streets, such as now.

The sound of pattering rain was dripping on the tarpaulin awning of the stall. Inside the steaming stall, a young man was sitting upright.

Song Zhichao was asking the boss to bring up the small hot pot, which was rolling and gurgling, emitting the aroma of the bottom of the pot.

There is nothing more satisfying than eating hot pot on a rainy day.

At this time, there were only three or four tables of customers in the huge stall, and the other customers were in groups, only Song Zhichao was alone.No, to be precise, he was waiting for someone.

"Damn! Damn the weather, damn the curb!" Outside, Edward shook his coat wet from the drizzle, and took another look at the car that had crashed into the curb because of his dim vision.

This hot pot stall is not located in a small alley, and there is no large parking lot, so Edward had to park his car on the side of the nearby road, and then... he crashed into it.

Full of anger, Edward lifted the curtain of the hot pot restaurant with his hands, and then took a look inside. It was simple, dirty, and filled with thick white smoke. Immediately, Edward frowned, Then, Edward's eyes fell on Song Zhichao --- there was no way, there were so many people in the store, only Song Zhichao was so conspicuous and so lonely.

Edward snorted coldly before walking towards Song Zhichao.

Hearing footsteps, Song Zhichao said softly without turning his head, "Please sit down."

Edward looked around, feeling helpless, put his wet coat on the back of the chair, and sat down opposite Song Zhichao.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your rest and make you come out so late." Song Zhichao stirred the soup and food in the hot pot with bamboo chopsticks.

Edward didn't say anything, just took out the tissue he was carrying, and began to wipe the table vigorously, looking impatient.

"Although the environment here is a bit poor, the hot pot tastes very good." Song Zhichao looked up at him.

Edward threw away the dirty paper towel in his hand, and then said: "What do you want to do with me so late, you can't just eat hot pot, right?"

Song Zhichao took out his chopsticks and put them on the condiment plate, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, bit it on his mouth and said with a smile: "That batch belongs to me."

Edward also laughed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, and said to Song Zhichao, "I know."

Song Zhichao stretched out his hand, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over, "Can you be lenient?"

Edward glanced at the tea but didn't touch it, then looked up at Song Zhichao: "What do you think?"

"If you have any conditions, just mention them." Song Zhichao breathed out the smoke.

Edward smiled: "Who do you think I am, dear Song?"

"Accept my suggestion, that is noble; reject my suggestion, that is the enemy." Song Zhichao said very bluntly.

Edward was angry: "Are you threatening me?"

"Is there?" Song Zhichao shrugged, "If you think it's a threat, then so be it!"

"Hahaha!" Edward laughed loudly, "You are an interesting person, dear Song."

"You are not bad, you are willing to come here so late, it seems that you are really interested in me."

"Hehe, you seem to know something."

"I know that you have met a very mysterious person, and I know that you have followed his advice and are trying to seize my goods." Song Zhichao stretched out his chopsticks, picked out a piece of duck blood from the hot pot, and put it in a bowl , then handed it to Edward, and said: "So, I hope you can change the taste - I heard that you foreigners don't eat duck blood, try it, it will taste very good."

Edward glanced at the duck blood that Song Zhichao helped him with, frowned and said, "Sometimes the taste is not so easy to change. I'm used to Western food, and it's hard for you Chinese to accept this way of eating..."

"Really?" Song Zhichao looked at him strangely. "Maybe you'll change your mind soon."

"Hehehe!" Edward sneered.

Just then, beep beep, the phone in Edward's coat rang.

Edward froze for a moment, then looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao stretched out his chopsticks, picked up the delicious food in the hot pot, and said, "Go ahead, it might be some good news."

Edward answered the phone--it was his son, calling from London, and it was three or four o'clock in the morning.

……

Edward is an out-and-out British. He has a pair of sons and daughters. The daughter is with them and goes to Hong Kong International Middle School. The eldest son lives in London, England, and is engaged in the shipbuilding industry.However, the current shipbuilding industry is not very prosperous, and his son's job is to fish for three days and dry the net for two days.The most important thing is that his son is old and has a girlfriend, and he has reached the point where he is talking about marriage.Before getting married, his son and his girlfriend fell in love with an old English-style villa, but the seller of the villa asked for a high price of 13 pounds and had to pay it off in one lump sum.

For Edward's son, this was a bit embarrassing, so he had no choice but to call his father in Hong Kong for help, but Edward couldn't do anything, after all, he was a public servant, and although his salary was high, he didn't buy a villa all at once The ability—mainly because all his money was invested in stocks, as well as Hong Kong real estate, and he would lose a lot of money if he wanted to cash out. Edward was somewhat unwilling.

For this reason, Edward and his son had a very unhappy fight.

But now, his son actually called, Edward couldn't help but be surprised.

But what surprised him even more was still behind. His son told him that someone had already bought that classical villa and wanted to give it to him. The only request was for him to call his father, that is, Edward. .

Edward: "..."

He raised his head and took a deep look at Song Zhichao.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the villa in the future!" Edward hung up the phone quickly, then put the big brother on the table, staring at Song Zhichao: "Needless to say, you did it, right?" !"

Song Zhichao nodded, tasting the Flammulina velutipes in his mouth, "A small gift is not a respect."

"A small gift? Is a villa worth 13 pounds a small gift?"

"In my eyes, it's just a small gift, unless you think it's great." Song Zhichao continued to eat without putting down his chopsticks, and said, "You must know that the lives and views of rich people are different from those of civil servants like you." of."

Edward was speechless.

Rich people in Hong Kong are generally very low-key, and people like Song Zhichao are rare.

"What if I don't accept your gift?"

"It's simple, then I'll change it to another gift and give it to another person." Song Zhichao added some garlic and coriander to the plate, took out a piece of fat beef, and dipped it in the plate.

Edward: "..."

"who's that person?"

Song Zhichao put the fat cow into his mouth, praised it happily, and then looked at Edward and said, "Your opponent --- the friend who is running for the head of the Customs Department with you, I think he will be happy help!"

Edward's heart trembled, and he stared at Song Zhichao.

"13 pounds, you can do a lot of things. Of course, if you become a friend, I am willing to pay more money, but if you are an enemy, it is another matter!" Song Zhichao continued to eat hot pot as if nothing had happened. As he spoke, he pointed to the piece of duck blood tofu that Edward had just picked up with his chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Now, I'm giving it to you—do you want to eat it or not?"

(End of this chapter)