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Chapter 1535 Letter from Peking, returning to the old place!
At this time, the sky gradually darkened. Next to the swimming pool, a long table was set up, filled with various cakes, fruits and drinks, a typical European and American buffet.

After all, Hong Kong was once a colony, and some things were subtly influenced by it. Foreigners are famous for their ability to have fun.

"Wendy, you are really amazing. Isn't that the one singing the Miss Hong Kong winner some time ago? Did you even fix her?"

Wu Mingfan's eyes widened, but of course his hands did not stop moving while he was talking. Jian Ran was already an old hand at this, which made the latter grumble at him.

Well, this person is no ordinary person. She was the eighth runner-up of Miss Hong Kong last year!

But that's how the entertainment industry is. The talent show is held once a year, so there are not so many positions for them. They are just like leeks, one crop after another. If they want to make a living, they still have to have a side job. For this reason, even alternative brokerage companies were born in Hong Kong.

"Hahaha, as long as you are happy!" Chen Wendi also hugged left and right, and even buried his head in the mountains after speaking.

Well, she was also a Miss Hong Kong, and even Wu Mingfan recognized her. She became an actress with some fame several years later.

"Come on, Mingfan, have a drink~"

"Ari, you're from Chinese University, why are you lining up with us at Hong Kong University?"

It has only been three years since I returned, so I usually have a bad habit of giving myself an English name.

When the sturdy Ai Rui heard what Zhao Ze said with his fat belly, he immediately laughed and cursed.

"Zhao Ze, you idiot, aren't you afraid of dying on a woman with all that fat on your body~"

Zhao Ze was not ashamed but proud of it. He even had to compare himself with the busty girl next to him. Others who had nothing to do placed bets one after another.

It turns out that this thing is actually bigger than others.

"Hahaha~" Several people, including Wu Mingfan, laughed out loud!

Eric was so angry about the loss that he took out a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it into the sky. The atmosphere instantly became more lively.

"Fuck, you're so fat!"

"Huh~" Compared to other people, Wu Mingfan considered it a courtesy even if he was hugged by women on both sides.

A few bastards were drunk and their actions were so unbearable to watch that the little earthworm was exposed in front of everyone.

However, his female companion was replaced. This girl in his arms became famous a few years later. She became a professional villain after starring in "The Palace". After graduating from the 99th Artist Training Class in 13, she served as Miss Joy in the TVB Anniversary Awards Ceremony.

I'm tired of sweet girls, it's interesting to change the taste occasionally. Wu Mingfan lowered his head and rubbed her ears.

"Ms. Yang, are you interested in discussing life?"

"Just listen to Master Fan~" Yang Yi, who participated in this kind of activity for the first time, imitated his colleague's coquettish voice very awkwardly.

Behind the glamorous appearance, there is so much that she has to pay. She also wants to stick to being herself, but two years have passed and all the roles she played are maid A and palace maid B. She can't even fill her stomach, so how can she talk about being noble...

At 6 o'clock the next morning, Wu Mingfan drove home yawning. He had been busy discussing acting skills until the early morning the previous night and finally fell into a deep sleep at around 1 o'clock.

While other friends were still asleep, he drove away from the villa alone. There was no other way Wu Mingfan didn't want to sleep in, but his father kept calling him and the phone kept ringing.

"Dad~" I returned home and greeted my dad who was sitting on the sofa. Then I sat aside and replenished my water, mainly because I lost too much water yesterday.

"Where's my mother?"

"Your mom and grandma went to the nursing home to express their condolences this morning~"

"Oh!"

My mother, head nurse Zhao Zhilan, has not been idle since she came to Hong Kong. While taking care of all the big and small matters at home, she also assisted my grandmother in the group's charity work. She even had many more titles and actively participated in social women's activities organized by the Hong Kong Service Organization.

When Wu Yaowen saw his son's unreliable behavior, he was furious, especially with a little envy in his heart. He scolded: "You kid, can you do something serious? You just mess around with the third son of the old Zhao family all day long. The Wu family is..."

Seeing his father nagging like this, Wu Mingfan felt a headache.

He interrupted, "Okay, okay, okay, my grandfather is not even 70 yet and is still very strong. My uncle is only 45 this year, and you are only 40 this year. You can still work for at least another or years. Why should I be in such a hurry?"

"Okay, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I received a letter from Peking that the area around Denghua Hutong is going to be demolished. I have to go back in a couple of days. It just so happens that you have nothing to do during the holiday, so why don't we go back together!"

"No, I have something else to do!" Wu Mingfan immediately expressed his strong opposition.

Life here is so comfortable that I have even made plans with my good friend Zhao Ze to go out to sea for a yacht party in a couple of days. What's the point in going back to Peking?

As soon as the boy stuck his butt out, Wu Yaowen knew what he was going to do.

He glared and said, "Stop talking nonsense, this is what your grandfather meant!"

"The real estate market in Hong Kong is becoming increasingly sluggish, and the group is bound to relocate. This trip back is also to investigate the mainland market in advance!"

"What does the group's business have to do with me? You should make the decision. I don't know much about real estate, so why should I go back with you?"

Wu Mingfan still tried to struggle, but was suppressed forcefully.

"Then my mother will go back with us?"

"Didn't she go back to Beijing to visit your grandparents' graves last year? She won't be going back this time. The foundation is very busy recently!"

"Oh~"

However, even though I was depressed, I admired my grandfather's vision. He could see that the real estate industry in mainland China would flourish. No wonder he was able to rise from a poor boy to the rich man he is today.

……

Three days later, the plane carrying the father and son landed at the Capital International Airport. Wu Mingfan was carrying a branded backpack and his clothes were all very valuable. He looked like a wealthy young man.

"Huh~" Breathing the air of Peking, just when I was about to sigh, I started coughing because all I inhaled was smog.

"Cough cough cough~"

Compared to his son, Wu Yaowen's dress is much more formal. Now he is the vice president of the group, responsible for the operation of the real estate company. Even in the hottest weather, he still wears a suit and tie.

The president of the Changji Group’s Peking branch did not miss any opportunity to flatter him and used his connections to drive his car directly to the helipad.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Fan!"

"Hmm~" Wu Yaowen nodded.

But as someone who has lived in the mainland for more than ten years, he did not forget to say after getting in the car: "Lao Wang, don't do this in the future. Our group should keep a low profile!"

"Okay, Mr. Wu~" Mr. Wang, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't expect that not only did his flattery fail, but it seemed to have hit the horse's hoof.

Wu Mingfan nodded secretly, thinking that there was nothing wrong with his father's approach.

If he were the head of the Wu family, the first thing he would do would be to replace this fat-headed branch manager. This bastard is simply brainless.

Where is this Peking?
The high-ranking official thinks it is too expensive. Who knows if there are other big shots on the same plane? How can you, a businessman, be so arrogant that you brought this broken Mercedes directly to the airport apron.

God?
What? Are Hong Kong businessmen so awesome? You know, it's already 1997.

You have to be low-key, do you understand?
To be continued...

(End of this chapter)