the longest dream

Chapter 97 Getting better and better
Hong Kong Kai Tak International Airport.

When the plane landed, the atmosphere at the airport was not as free and open as imagined.

Hong Kong and British military police wearing berets, tight-fitting body armor, and holding miniature submachine guns are everywhere on the apron, passenger passage, verification office, and terminal building.

These guys patrolled back and forth in groups of two, staring at everyone in front of them with expressionless eyes.

The index finger of his right hand was attached to the trigger of the submachine gun, as if a shuttle of bullets would fly out of the gun chamber at any time if there was any abnormality.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lan was terrified.

Originally, Westerners with blond hair and blue eyes looked like Rakshasa ghosts to the Chinese of this era.

Zhang Qing held his younger sister's hand and smiled at her, indicating that nothing happened.

But then even he frowned, because these soldiers and policemen obviously treated people differently from person to person.

Very friendly to European and American tourists with high noses and blue eyes, with a pleasant face and almost responsive to requests.But for the Chinese who came to Hong Kong from the mainland, they were vicious, their faces were livid, and they would reprimand loudly in English if they were not pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Qing saw a passenger who was arguing with them curse loudly: "Look at how many days you have been rampant."

Fortunately, those people didn't dare to really do anything, they were purely disgusting people.

After leaving the airport, Zhang Lan had sharp eyes and saw Wang Zitong who was holding a sign to pick him up at a glance, and said happily to Zhang Qing: "Brother, look, sister Zitong is over there!"

Zhang Qing laughed at Zhang Lan's sharp eyes, and went there with Zhao Qiang and Hua Die.

"Haha! Brother (dai4dai2), you are finally here!"

Wang Zitong also has a hearty personality. After seeing Zhang Qing, he threw the sign aside in the trash can, stepped forward and gave him a big hug.

Hearing her strange tone, Zhang Lan giggled.

Wang Zitong also hugged her and kissed her, which made her blush.

After Zhang Qing introduced Zhao Qiang and Huadie to her, Wang Zitong smiled and said, "Let's go back to the hotel first, and I'll clean up the dust for you. You are really willing to do it. The Peninsula Hotel is [-] Hong Kong dollars a day during the peak season, and you two rooms for a day." It's [-] Hong Kong dollars, throwing money into the water?"

Zhao Qiang smiled and said, "My idea. Hong Kong City has been corrupted by capitalism for hundreds of years, and the temperament of respecting Luo Yi first and then respecting people is deeply rooted in the marrow."

Wang Zitong nodded and said: "A dog's eyes look down on people, especially those from the mainland. Don't even think about it. Aren't their ancestors all from the mainland?"

Obviously, she still suffered a lot.

Zhao Qiang said with a smile: "Qingzi's status is different, not because he is more honorable, he now represents the Dujuan record company, and also represents the mainland literary world, at least the martial arts novels, so we can't suffer some so-called useless attitude."

Zhang Qing said with a smile: "I can't represent anyone, but myself. But the manuscript fees here are all put in the stock market, and I have made a lot of money. I can afford to stay in a hotel for a few days, but I don't live often."

While joking, a group of people boarded a taxi. At first they were mainlanders. The driver’s expression was not very good-looking, and his contempt could hardly be concealed. But I heard that they were going to the Peninsula Hotel. .

Zhang Qing and others were stunned, but they didn't say anything in the car.

The trip to Hong Kong City was obviously not as pleasant as imagined.

But it doesn't matter, he didn't come here to relax.

When I arrived at the Peninsula Hotel, I looked at this top hotel known as the "Lady of the Far East". The seven floors were built in 1928, and the 30-story new wing at the back was expanded the year before last.

From the outside, that's it.

Aside from the man-made colors, he might as well look at him comfortably in a courtyard in the capital.

Zhao Qiang has been observing Zhang Qing's expression, seeing that his eyes are indifferent, even with scrutiny, she couldn't help but smiled and said to Hua Die: "See? Extraordinary people do extraordinary things. Which big man from the mainland sees this hotel and doesn't tsk tsk Compliments, my father, my uncle and the others have come to Hong Kong City, and they will come to see them if they don’t stay here, and even praise them in an arty manner. Look at our master again!"

Zhang Qing felt embarrassed after being praised, and said, "It's mainly due to ignorance, and I can't see good or bad. Let's go, let's put down the salute and rest for a while, and go to the food stall at night."

Zhao Qiang laughed and said, "Have you seen the way the people around you are looking at you? Stay at the Peninsula Hotel and go to a food stall?"

Zhang Qingdao: "The upper-class romantics in Hong Kong City are all foreigners' culture. You have to go to the food stalls to experience the real Hong Kong Island culture."

Wang Zitong said with a smile: "It makes sense. Then go to Temple Street in Yau Ma Tei, where there is the most fireworks!"

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"Well, it's delicious, the puff pastry pork buns are even better than egg waffles!"

“The brisket noodles are also good.”

"Try this, lemon crisp."

"Yeah, delicious!"

In a small shop next to a food stall in Temple Street, Wang Zitong and Zhang Lan ate happily.

Huadie was eating a bowl of fresh shrimp and wonton noodles. Zhang Qing and Zhao Qiang didn't seem to like eating very much, they were just chatting.

"It's hard to imagine that such a small city has such a huge wealth. No wonder people look down on us..."

Looking at the bustling scene with bright lights and crowds of people, Zhao Qiang thought about it again, even in Shanghai and Pingjing, it is difficult to have such a scene, not to mention that most cities in the country are still poor, so she couldn't help but feel a little lost.

In her opinion, the mainland is more than [-] years behind the Hong Kong city, let alone the more prosperous and powerful Europe and the United States?
Why do rich and powerful people in China choose to go out, or let their children go out?

Maybe it is because the more you know, the more you see, the more you know, the more despair you will feel.

Zhang Qing, however, is confident. With that dream as a counterpart, he knows and believes that this great nation and country will burst out with such strong vitality and explosive power, and what miracles it will create!
In a sense, the "hacks" that this country will open in the next thirty years are more bizarre and legendary than his dreams.

Zhang Qing said with a smile: "Sister Zhao, I firmly believe that in twenty years at most, or even ten years, you will stop thinking like this."

Zhao Qiang looked at Zhang Qing amusedly and moved, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so patriotic. No wonder you were able to write "Ode to the Motherland", which touched so many people."

Zhang Qing said with a smile: "I have also received a lot of ridicule, but it doesn't matter, the National Hate Party exists no matter what. This part of the people still occupies a lot of voice in the cultural field."

Let alone the main theme of the song now, even when the whole world looks at China differently thirty years later, these people still despise their motherland and viciously treat their nation.

And right now, it is the time when the west is at its strongest, so one can imagine how many shepherd dogs there are.

This is the time when public knowledge is rampant and can confuse people's hearts.

Zhang Qing wrote the song "Singing the Motherland" at this time, which almost poked their lungs.

"Sister Zhao, in this world, people who gossip will never count. At best, these people are self-proclaimed celebrities, but in fact, many are lackeys who use foreigners' money to slander the motherland. Only those who do things have the final say. We now No need to doubt, no need to argue, just work hard. One day, our nation will usher in a great revival!"

Zhao Qiang didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Zhang Qing's face was shining when she said these words.

She murmured, "Renaissance?"

Zhang Qing said: "Yes, it is revival! After all, in the past few thousand years, we have been far ahead of the world. In the past hundred years, we have fallen behind and paid a terrible price. We have suffered from being beaten when we lag behind. , so we will definitely usher in our revival. Sister Zhao, how lucky we are to be born in this era. We will witness it with our own eyes, and we will personally participate in this great revival movement.”

Seeing Zhang Qing who had never been so chatty, Zhao Qiang smiled.

She knew that the prosperity and wealth of the Hong Kong city and the arrogance of the Hong Kong people actually stimulated this simple patriotic young man.

"Okay! You have such arrogance, I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman, and I will not waste this life! Come, cheers!"

She held up the milk tea in her hand, while Zhang Qing held up the fish ball powder. The two touched each other, looked at each other and smiled, and each took a mouthful.

Huadie looked at the two passionately, and said with emotion: "It's nice to be young."

Once upon a time, she also had ideals in her heart, innocent and innocent, but realistic...

While Zhang Lan was eating and drinking, she glanced left and right, feeling a little worried: This sister is also good-looking and capable, and she is not optimistic about her brother and sister Qi Juan, so there should be no problem ?Sigh, what if my brother changes his mind and gets back with sister Zhao, what will he do after he returns...

Wang Zitong was very relieved, because her parents had a fairly consistent view of Zhang Qing: decent, simple, and down-to-earth!
"Young brother, take me one."

She also wants to join in the fun, after all, she is also a young man.

Zhang Qing said with a smile: "Senior sister, Du Juan is a record company, and there is no film and television department yet."

Wang Zitong didn't care: "Anyway, I've been living on your drama for the past few years, so sign a management contract first."

She also didn't intend to take advantage of Zhang Qing for nothing, and she could get a commission after signing the contract with the company, which was not a small part.

The rookies have just debuted, and the brokers can get [-]-[-] points, which are absolutely conscientious companies.

By the way, the company gets seven.

Zhao Qiang looked at Zhang Qing, and Zhang Qing thought for a while and said, "If senior sister wants to come, she can't just act, but also take charge of the performing arts department. Don't make so many plays a year. It's better to shoot one high-quality drama than to shoot two." Ten bad movies are useful."

Zhao Qiang smiled and said: "I am the general manager of the company. Now I have a director of publicity and distribution department, a director of recording studio, and a director of the performing arts department. When people hear it, wow, what a great company. It's the commander-in-chief!"

Everyone laughed, and after they were full, they checked out and left. Although there were many pedestrians along the way, it was peaceful.

"Didn't it be said in Hong Kong movies that gangsters are everywhere here? Why don't you see people stabbing people every day in food stalls?"

Zhang Qingrao asked after looking around with interest.

Hu Quan's furnished home is really well-equipped, with a full set of home theater and various DVDs.

When Zhang Qing couldn't sleep at night, he would watch one or two episodes.

Wang Zitong shook his head and said: "Hong Kong City is actually the city with the best security in the world. To be honest, there is a way to steal. Those associations do not bully the people. This is different from our mainland." It's a good sentence, and I even looked sideways at Zhang Qing.

Seeing this, Zhang Qing smiled and said: "Although I am a good socialist youth, popular and professional, I never deny the ugly phenomenon. But I still believe that it will definitely get better and better, for sure."

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(End of this chapter)