Rebirth of the Celebrity Business Woman

Tang Jingyun didn't wait for Zhong Liang to say anything. She tidied it up and got out of the car and left. The car crashed into this look. She would definitely have to go to the bureau when she drove in. She didn't have this free time.

Zhong Liang was sitting in the car and couldn't help holding his forehead, frowning tightly. As a senior from the company and a close friend of Master Fu, there were naturally many people staring at him, but he just showed up in Hong Kong. As calculated by others, there is a lot of information revealed here.

He felt that there was probably a traitor from within the detachment, and it should also be a high-level person, otherwise his whereabouts would not be so accurate.

At this moment, the car window was knocked.

Zhong Liang suddenly raised his head and saw the woman standing outside just now. She couldn't help but raised her eyebrows, smiled in surprise, rolled down the car window, and smiled lightly, "What else is the lady?"

Tang Jingyun stretched out her hand, "I don't have any money on my body. Give me some photos."

Just now rushing to get out of the car, Tang Jingyun had no time to worry about her bag. Now she is fine. She only has a gun, one and a bank card, not even a cent of cash.

Zhong Liang immediately understood, took out his wallet and ordered five of them to Tang Jingyun, "My name is Zhong Liang, thank you so much this time."

Tang Jingyun glanced at the money in her hand and smiled faintly, "I won't pay you back the money, just as it was for saving your life."

Said to turn around and leave.

Why did Zhong Liang feel that her eyes were full of disdain when she saw the money? Subconsciously, he grabbed Tang Jingyun's sleeves, and then the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said in a vicious voice, "Come back! You mean Lord Zhong, my life is worth five hundred?!!!"

With that said, he squeezed the remaining dozen bills from the wallet into Tang Jingyun's hands, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

But Zhong Ye, do you think you are worth more than two thousand? In fact, this is not much different from five hundred.

Tang Jingyun glanced at the money in her hand, and was too lazy to refuse, "Yes, Lord Zhong, your life is so valuable."

He said that he stuffed the money into his pocket, turned and left, leaving a blue-faced Zhong Liang sitting in the car.

When the younger brother arrived, they saw the majestic Master Zhong in their eyes, counting money silently, and there were a few coins and gross bills empty in the wallet, and tears filled his eyes. Master Zhong is really clean. , Being so trusted by Master Fu, but never extravagant.

This time, Tang Jingyun found a free car in a rest stop not far away, but this time he returned to the city safely.

She didn't go to Meng Lizhen's, but went to find someone to buy a suite in advance. After all, she also has things to do in the city of Hong Kong, and she still needs a little free space.

Fortunately, she returned that her luggage was checked in to the community, otherwise she would have to buy it again, which would be a lot of trouble.

She bought a house in Shangtong Community, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It was a new house for her son by an old couple. As a result, her son settled abroad, so she sold the house.

Tang Jingyun opened the door and went in, perhaps because it was used in a new house. The layout inside was quite warm, which made her nod with satisfaction. As for the sanitation of the room, she had already cleaned it up with an hourly worker before she was about to come.

When he first arrived, Tang Jingyun felt a little tired after experiencing the dangers of the plane and the road. After putting on the new sheets, Tang Jingyun fell asleep.

She didn't know that during the time she was asleep, the underworld in the capital of Hong Kong had quietly brewed a storm.

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In a very luxurious villa, an old man put the teacup in his hand on the table with a "pop", the tea overflowed, leaving a circle of water stains on the sandalwood table.

"Huh, the appetites of these little puppies of the Sihai Gang have been raised, relying on the support of the Rong family, it is really shameless." The old man has white beard and hair, but his voice is like a bell, sitting behind the desk. The body was full of momentum, making the people present bow their heads in awe unconsciously.

If there are people from the underworld in Hong Kong, you will know that this old man is the well-known Fu Ye in the underworld in Hong Kong. It is he who created the branch and became the head of the three major gangs in Hong Kong.

More than half a century has passed, leaving the company to flourish, but this old man who used to be a master is getting old, of course, his temperament has not changed back then.

"Liangzai, tell me your guess." Master Fu frowned and pointed to a man with a Chinese character face and big eyes.

Zhong Liang raised his head and looked at Master Fu, "It's not that simple. This time I went to discuss business with Italy. It stands to reason that my whereabouts are strictly confidential. So how did the Sihai Gang know about it?"

As soon as his voice fell, there was silence in the room, and the dull atmosphere spread. To know the news, eight achievements are to help the people who are in and out.

"Check!" Grandpa Fu waved his hand, "I have to give you an account of this." As if thinking of something, he frowned again, "That little girl should also check, but I don't know when Hong Kong will come. A strong dragon."

When his voice fell, someone naturally followed his orders.

When these people were gone, Master Fu rubbed his sore forehead, feeling a little, "Time is not forgiving, I am old..."

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When Tang Jingyun woke up, she was already dark. She looked at the time on the table and couldn't help but shook her head to get up. She felt a little uncomfortable, probably because the breath of someone on the bed was missing.

She freshened up, tied a ponytail, changed into casual clothes, turned around and went out looking for food. She hasn't eaten for dinner today.

When opening the door, the neighbor who happened to run into the opposite door opened the door and came out. She was a sweet-looking girl with a garbage bag in her hand. She seemed to be throwing garbage.

A surprise flashed across the girl's face, and then she smiled friendly, revealing a dimple at the corner of her mouth, "Hello, are you my new neighbor?"

Tang Jingyun smiled and nodded, "Hello, I just moved here, I am glad to meet you."

"My name is Wei Qiu," the girl introduced herself, with a bit of astonishment on her face, "Are you from the mainland?"

After all, Tang Jingyun's accent is obviously not from Hong Kong, which is easy to distinguish. It's just a strange glance at Tang Jingyun's closed home. A girl from mainland China lives here, and it feels a bit strange.

Tang Jingyun smiled and nodded, "My name is Tang Jingyun, and I come to Hong Kong to relax."

The two went downstairs while chatting, and then said not to leave.

Tang Jingyun walked around here, and when she found a restaurant that looked good, she opened the door, and when she found a Chinese restaurant that looked high-end, she pushed in.

The waiter asked enthusiastically at first, but when she heard Tang Jingyun's mainland accent, her enthusiasm turned into indifferent, and she looked squinted when she looked at people.

Tang Jingyun saw the menu in this "pop" hand placed on the table, elegantly wiped her hand with the paper towel on the table, stood up slowly, and said, "Sorry," I suddenly feel that I have no appetite. A restaurant can’t make me feel welcome, and I don’t think I deserve to sit down and eat.”

Many people dining around turned their heads and looked at this place with surprise.

An embarrassment flashed across the waitress's face, and then she sneered, "A hillbilly from the mainland, who is still holding her up here, persuade you to go back to the mainland."

Tang Jingyun smiled leisurely. Indeed, many Hong Kong people have a sense of superiority this year. It seems that all people from mainland China are inferior.

Tang Jingyun felt a bit sad and pitiful. She didn't know where the superiority of these people came from, and said indifferently, "You are a waiter. When you arrive in the mainland, you are still a waiter. I can't tell. What are your superior qualifications."

Looking at the lobby manager who came in a hurry, Tang Jingyun narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Sorry, this is really an unpleasant dining experience."

After that, he tidyed up his clothes, turned around and left slowly.

When the lobby manager noticed this place long ago, he snorted in his heart, not because of how famous Tang Jingyun's face is, but because of her temperament, with a touch of arrogance in her grace, and she was famous at first glance.

There are language barriers, but all the elegance and nobility in the world are in common. This alone can tell that the woman in front of me is not an ordinary person.

The same action was made by some people who were stubborn and arrogant, while others were arrogant and noble, so when seeing Tang Jingyun's indifferent eyes, the lobby manager couldn't wait to fire the waiter in his heart.

But thinking of the sassy look of the mother-in-law at home, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. After all, this was his wife's younger sister. Forget it, although this woman is graceful, she might fall into the middle of her family, otherwise, how could she swallow her back and turn around.

He was relieved to comfort himself in this way, but he still didn't have a good face when he treated the waiter just now.

"Really, what arrogance, everyone can't see their status these years." The waiter looked at Tang Jingyun's back and spit.

Many people at the dinner frowned, not to mention the quality of other waiters is really not good.

After Tang Jingyun walked out of the restaurant, she turned around and glanced at the sign, "Zhenwei Restaurant", after chanting twice in her heart, she shook her head and left.

She was in a somewhat bad mood. In her previous life, she was always arranged for food, clothing, housing and transportation, which was far from the vivid feeling she has now.

This is true in the United States and in Hong Kong. As a Chinese, what she feels is not respect, but discrimination and contempt. This is not aimed at Tang Jingyun as an individual, but at the vast majority of people in this nation.

Tang Jingyun suddenly felt a little insignificant. This situation was not something she could reverse, but was determined by national conditions. Thinking of the situation in the future generations, she was a little eagerly looking forward to it. Wait, the sleeping oriental lion was gradually waking up. Those who have been dismissive of it will be shocked sooner or later.

Thinking about this, Tang Jingyun didn't bother to find any good restaurants, and noticed that the street in front, with simple lighting, tables and chairs, went straight to the food stall.