Chapter 31 The Pearl of the East

In the early 1990s, China did not have the concept of ice and snow tourism, and correspondingly, there was no ski resort. However, just a few years later, this project was born from the shouts of people who were placing money and strongly demanding this consumption. There is a common sense in the economic world: an emerging project is often monopolistic when it first develops, so it is also the period for the most profitable and to establish its industry status. Just seizing the market opportunity is really a matter of extremely strict grasp of issues such as things, social development, policy trends, etc. Let me put it this way, if this standard is embodied, it is generally the same as winning the lottery jackpot. But such a thing that requires extreme forward-looking is becoming simple and abnormal for Wang Qibu, who carries the cheating device "rebirth" behind his back, it is just a call to his grandfather and tell a story he made up casually to remind him.

The inspection ended early because the Song family had signed a contract with the Songjiang government to contract a scenic spot about 70 kilometers away from Songcheng. This contract with the preliminary investment reached 2 billion yuan, including the construction of the ice and snow world, leisure resorts and related industries, etc. Putting aside the investment amount of the project itself, the driving role alone will definitely bring immeasurable benefits to Songjiang Province. It can be said that this gave Songjiang Province, which was originally slow to develop, a shot of heart-warming agent.

Posting the list. This is definitely something that some people are happy and others are worried. But it seems that no one can stop this moment from coming. It is like a curse that humans have to bear, with some shameless parasitism in human society. For example, the final exam results of Class 1, 3 years of Yanjing Hongxing Primary School will be announced soon... "Wang Qibu, Xia Wei tied for the first place in the class and the first place in the grade. Please applaud and congratulate them." Cui Lin sounded mixed with joy, and she had two students, Wang Qibu and Xia Wei, so she didn't need to worry about promotion, salary increase, or professional title evaluation.

The children were very mobilized, so warm applause rang out. Wang Qibu, who was humble and a little shy on his face, calmly accepted all this, but those who knew him, such as Ye Baoshan, Song Aimen, Xia Wei and others knew that this guy was definitely pretending, and he pretended to be very similar. Of course, for elementary school students, the pain and happiness brought by the final exam scores were actually very short, because the summer vacation was coming, who would still have the heart to take care of the others?

"Fatty, what are you going to do this summer vacation?" Sitting on the wall of Wang Qibu's house, Song Aimen asked Ye Baoshan through Wang Qibu. I don't know when this wall has become the place that several people like to stay the most. Although the logistics support department of the courtyard responded to this many times, there was no effect.

"My grandfather will go to the beach to recuperate these days, and my mother asked me to accompany my grandfather." Ye Baoshan, who had been infected by Wang Qibu's gangster for so long, was still miraculously obedient.

"Wiwei?" Song Aimon continued to ask Xia Wei, who also put down her reserve and sat on the wall from now on. Of course, this usually happens when she is not wearing a skirt.

"Tsinghua has opened a summer teenage class, and I think I will spend this summer there." The concise answer shows that Xia Wei has already developed a queen temperament.

"Hey, hey. It hurts my self-esteem when you ask them through me like this. I am already thinking about how much mental damage you will cost." Wang Qibu protested.

"Don't you always have some weird things to be busy with? Do you have time to do other things during the holidays?" The strange things that Song Ai Meng said are naturally what Wang Qibu does every day; read some books that he has never heard of, write some words that he can't understand at all, sing some songs similar to operas, practice some strange kung fu, etc.

"Student Ermao, let me tell you; time is like cleavage, and there will always be something squeezed. Do you know what cleavage is? Yes, it is the place where Xia Wei often looks at the center." Wang Qibu always has extraordinary patience for teaching bad friends.

"I don't." Song Ai Meng, who was slandered, hurriedly explained.

"Wang Qibu, you are not allowed to talk nonsense." Xia Wei, whose face was slightly red, said in shame and anger.

"Why are you doing such a big reaction? You can take what Qibu said seriously? Just like he always called me fat, I have never believed it." Ye Baoshan said openly.

"..." Wang Qibu, Song Ai Meng, Xia Wei.

"Okay, let's talk about serious business. I'll go home with Ermao this holiday." Wang Qibu said in a relatively normal tone.

"Really?" Song Ai Meng didn't believe it. Fatty and Xia Wei's reaction was similar to his.

"Of course it's true. My father and mother have agreed. The procedures for going to Hong Kong have been completed. By the way, Ermao, what I told my mother is that you have bought me a plane ticket, but it is still a discount and cannot be refunded. You know I am a child who can't lie, so do you know what to do?" Wang Qibu said to himself, saying those words that no one was holding on to him.

"Wang Qibu, can you be more shameless?" Song Aimen asked curiously without knowing what to say.

"He can, you don't have to doubt this." Ye Baoshan, who had been with Wang Qibu for the longest time, gave the most objective answer.

"But what are you doing in Hong Kong? With your personality, you probably won't just want to go and play, right?" Xia Wei, who ignored the complaints of the three and couldn't get through the joints, asked Wang Qibu.

"If I tell you now, you will think I'm talking nonsense." Wang Qibu looked at the sky and answered seriously.

Hong Kong, also known as the Pearl of the East, is very appropriate because it is not large in addition to its dazzling brilliance. More than seven million people live on this land of only more than 1,000 square kilometers, so it seems crowded and chaotic. Colonial society has its essential sorrow; even if the people are on the land of their own region, they can only be second-class citizens. This innately creates strong contradictions within the society. Bearing gangs, gambling industry, privileged classes and other stubborn diseases, amidst flowers and applause, the road to Hong Kong is actually staggering.

"Master Ai Meng. Welcome to Hong Kong for Young Master Qibu." At the airport entrance, the housekeeper of the Song House welcomed two of the most conspicuous children in the crowd who were not like children.

"Bo Xu, you are here." Song Ai Meng's voice was a little excited, and it was obvious that he had a good relationship with the butler Xu Bo.

"Hello Uncle Xu, since you already know who I am, I don't need to introduce myself anymore. Anyway, thank you for your hard work." Wang Qibu said politely. Uncle Xu is indeed an old friend who has not seen for a long time.

After the greetings, everyone walked out of the airport. Xu Bo led a Rolls-Royce, which was still very popular in the upper class of Hong Kong in that era. The dark body showed respect and luxury, which contrasted with other vehicles on the road. The ruts also set a gap at the same time, which was about two classes.

When the car was parked in front of the main entrance of the Song family's mansion, Song Chengfeng and his wife were already waiting there.

"Mom." After getting off the car, Song Aimon rushed into his mother Betina's arms.

"Aimun, how long have you been away, how many centuries?" Betina, who was holding her son, also said emotionally.

"Uncle Song, hello Princess Windsor." In order to buy some time for Song Aimon and Betina Windsor, Wang Qibu got out of the car and said.

"Seven Steps, you're here just in time. I've been looking for opportunities these days, thank you very much." Song Chengfeng said enthusiastically. There were not many greetings. He really respected and thanked the boy as old as his son in front of him.

"Welcome, Qibuki, Aimon often talks about you to me." Bettina's Chinese is very bad, and she practiced these words in almost an afternoon.

"Princess Windsor is polite. In addition, if you think it is difficult to speak Chinese, we can also communicate in English. Talk about history, brands, Shakespeare, well, in short, everything you are interested in is fine." After politely speaking in Chinese, Wang Qibu said in English.

"Haha, I have forgotten Qibu's extraordinary English skills." Song Chengfeng, who remembered the previous English letter, smiled.

"Qianbu, before I saw you, I thought you were a magical child. After seeing you, I felt more and more like you, you..." Betina Windsor couldn't find the right words to describe Wang Qibu.

"Incredible?" Wang Qibu reminded him.

"Yes, it's just incredible. I know so much at such a young age. Can you tell me how you did it?" The straightforwardness of the Westerner made His Highness ask directly about this thing that has been confusing Song Chengfeng.

"You won't believe me if I say it." Wang Qibu kept it a secret.

"I'm even more curious now why you think so." Bettina Windsor decided to break the pot and ask to the end.

"Okay, what I hold in my body is actually the soul of an old man." Wang Qibu said the truth with a faint smile.

"Well, let me guess whose verse is this." Of course no one believes this answer, and of course, Bettina Windsor is included in it.

"Okay, madam. We can chat about the truth about the facts at the dining table." Although they saw the two chatting very much, Song Chengfeng still called for a pause out of politeness.

Appetizing cold cuts, white wine and snails, smoked and grilled lamb chops for regular meals, desserts, truffles and chocolates, and exquisite dishes greatly boosted Wang Qibu's appetite. It's another matter of whether it's delicious or not, but this meal tonight is definitely the most expensive meal he has eaten since he was reborn. As the saying goes, pretending to be a grandson can score a certain time. So Wang Qibu no longer intends to maintain his so-called image for a while. The food is so cute.

"Qianbu, eat slowly. There are still many in the kitchen." Bettina Windsor, who was afraid that Wang Qibu would have problems eating, was worried.

"Mom, compared with his usual speed, this is already slow motion." Song Ai Meng joked to comfort his mother's emotions.

"Yes, yes. This is how men eat." Song Chengfeng, who hates the so-called gentlemanly demeanor, admires Wang Qibu's eating habits very much.

"Is this really the case? When you pursued me, you performed more gentlemen than those old nobles." Betina Windsor mercilessly revealed Song Chengfeng's old background.
Chapter completed!