Huo Qixuan and the group of grandpas were chatting and laughing.
This scene attracted the attention of many people in the venue.
Those who were well-informed knew that he was the Huo family's young master.
Those who were not well-informed all took note of this young man who was chatting happily with the big shots.
For these people who came to attend such gatherings, making connections was always the first priority.
Of course, the big shots in the first row were not people they could interact with.
Even if he wanted to befriend them, he was not qualified.
It was a social principle to befriend people at the same level.
The reporters in the venue also keenly captured this scene and took pictures of Huo Qixuan chatting happily with the big shots.
There were even cameras aimed directly at Huo Qixuan for a live broadcast.
It couldn't be helped. Huo Qixuan's existence was too unusual.
He was too young, and he was sitting in the first row. When he faced the big shots, he was humble but not humble. Sometimes, he even made Huo Yingdong, Shao Yifu, and other big shots laugh.
Everyone wanted to know who this kid was.
This was a hot news topic that all media organizations had found, and it would definitely arouse heated discussions in society. The newspapers would also sell better.
As time passed, the venue gradually quieted down.
After everyone was seated, the newly appointed Chief Executive walked up the steps and stood in the middle of the podium to give a speech. He spoke in Cantonese.
The content of the speech was nothing more than celebrating the return of Hong Kong. This was a historic moment and a new starting point for Hong Kong. It was inspiring and mentioned the multiculturalism and unique charm of Hong Kong, letting people feel their pride and mission as Hong Kong people.
"Hong Kong is a prosperous and inclusive city. We have a wealth of talent and innovation. I call on all the people in the world to unite and face the challenges together. We must work hard for the future of Hong Kong!”
At the end of the speech, there was a round of applause.
Next, Huo Yingdong gave a speech as a business representative, followed by representatives from the cultural and film worlds.
This meeting represented a certain meaning.
From now on, Hong Kong people would be the ones to make their own decisions. They no longer needed to listen to the British.
By the time the meeting ended, it was already ten o'clock at night.
People from all walks of life dispersed, leaving only the big shots in the first row sitting motionless.
They had another small meeting to attend.
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Sixty-Eight had a cigarette in his mouth, the gold chain around his neck swaying, and his hands kept playing mahjong.
"Er Bing, it's over!" Sixty-Eight laughed and waved his hands.
The other three reluctantly paid up.
"I'm in luck today. Let's do it again!" Six Eight shouted.
At this moment, he suddenly glanced at the television in front of him. His expression was stunned. With a skeptical attitude, he stood up and left his seat. He walked to the television and stared at the news report.
A handsome young man was chatting and laughing with Old Master Shao and Li Chaoren.
The camera cut. When the Chief Executive was speaking, this kid was actually sitting in the front row with the group of big shots.
This was terrifying.
Sixty-Eight rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Everyone there was a big shot that he could only dream of.
Even the boss of this area did not even have the right to meet those big shots.
Thinking about how he had almost attacked that young man back then, Sixty-Eight couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
My dear mother, my cautious personality saved my life.
Judging from the young man's appearance, he should be on the same level as Li Chaoren and the others. Sixty-Eight couldn't imagine what kind of terrible consequences he would face if he offended him.
Sixty-Eight took a bottle of water and gulped down half of it to calm himself down.
He was no longer in the mood to play mahjong. After paying the venue fee, he left the mahjong hall.
Walking on the street, Sixty-Eight still had a cigarette in his mouth, his face unruly.
He went to the market to buy two roast chickens and a few bowls of fried rice noodles. After going through a few alleys, he arrived at a crowded and dilapidated residential area. This was the famous Pigeon Cage residential area.
The despairing housing prices in Hong Kong had destroyed the hopes of countless people who wanted to buy a house in Hong Kong.
It was common for a family of eight or nine people to squeeze into a room that was less than ten square meters.
Liu Ba had seven siblings. Three of them were in primary school nearby, two of them were in middle school, and the other two were in their third year of high school and were about to enter university.
Thinking of the cost of his two younger sisters 'college education, Liu Ba's face was full of worry.
Recently, it was getting harder and harder to collect protection fees. Without this income, the club could not afford to raise so many underlings. They could only get the money themselves.
Now that Hong Kong was back, many clubs were ready to clear their names and start their own businesses.
He could still collect protection fees to scare people, but he didn't know anything about proper business.
How could he do that kind of serious business if he hadn't studied?
He could not even read a few words, but he had a fierce face and a fat and strong body. He was very good at scaring people as a thug, but he did not know how to do serious business.
Money was getting harder and harder to earn, and the tuition fees and various living expenses that his younger siblings needed were also increasing. Thinking of this, Liu Ba pounded his head in frustration.
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