Chapter 167 "166" Mao Xiangyang: Guan Zu, I want to unite!

And at this time,

It was the same night,

With the orders assigned by superiors, Mao Xiangyang met the comrades in the New Territories.

In a restaurant private room,

The atmosphere was warm.

Delicacies, delicious delicacies, and delicious wine and dishes were all placed on the table.

They were wearing Zhongshan suits and greeted Mao Xiangyang enthusiastically.

"Comrade Xiangyang, welcome to Hong Kong Island."

"Comrade Xiangyang, when you come, we will have the confidence."

They all expressed closeness to Mao Xiangyang.

Although Mao Xiangyang looked at him as fierce as a man, he was actually as careful as a hair. He was a man who was both civil and military. At this time, his attitude was like a newbie, full of low-key:

"Mr. Liu, everyone, you are polite. I just came to see the world of Hong Kong Island. I will ask you to take care of you in the future."

After three cups, many people felt that this person should be a good person to win over, so the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

Canvassing votes around how to win over squire and celebrities.

Mao Xiangyang kept listening and said compliments from time to time.

The atmosphere was warm.

After the banquet ended, someone tentatively invited Mao Xiangyang to the nightclub to continue the next show.

"This is the atmosphere of Hong Kong Island..."

"Comrade Xiangyang wants to come to Hong Kong Island, he must enter the game with himself and experience the hateful capitalist life here."

Mao Xiangyang shook his head directly and bowed to thank him.

"Mao is not as good as alcohol, so I can only be here today."

Soon, Mao Xiangyang parted ways with everyone.

I got into a red taxi myself.

Song Zihao: "Sir, where are you going?"

After finishing the case of the fourth brother, Song Zihao had nothing to do and continued to be a taxi driver. Being a driver can make him feel fun.

Mao Xiangyang: "Go to the Regent Hotel."

Song Zihao: "Okay, sit down."

Soon, the red taxi driver started and headed towards the Regent Hotel next to the Regent Hotel.

Mao Xiangyang looked out the window, the uncommon neon lights made him feel strange. Just like those leftists just now, he made him feel strange.

The leftists in Hong Kong that he imagined were people who fought for their ideals, were passionate and ambitious, but those... hey, just now, made him a little disappointed.

They seemed to be separated from the masses and felt like they were holding up their airs.

Perhaps, this is Hong Kong Island?

Does one place support the other?

Song Zihao looked at Mao Xiangyang from the rearview mirror: "Sir, you should be from the north, right?"

Mao Xiangyang: "???"

"How did you recognize it?"

"It's very simple, in a state of mind, everything is so out of place, and the accent just now... it's a bit like a friend of mine."

"Oh? Do you have friends from the north?"

Song Zihao counted Xiaofu and Gao Gang: "There are two."

When Mao Xiangyang heard this, he felt a sense of intimacy and became a good impression of Song Zihao.

He couldn't help asking, "Are you happy to live here?"

Song Zihao laughed: "It seems, brother, you look like an official person... You say I'm lucky or not, it feels okay."

If it was when he first returned to Hong Kong Island, he was really unhappy and felt very miserable. His brother was lame. His younger brother hated him and failed to see the end of his father. It felt very miserable.

As for now...

Everything is developing in a positive way, and I have revenge and protected my fourth brother, especially Ajie, who no longer hates himself, but understands himself. At the same time, Ajie's wife Jackie, whose due date is just these few days, soon I will have an extra niece.

Song Zihao is very happy now.

"Then are they happy for the two friends you just mentioned?"

"They..."

Song Zihao thought about Xiaofu and Gao Gang. Apart from being a single dog, he seemed quite happy.

"They're pretty good now."

The Regent Hotel is very close and arrived in a short while.

"Here, sir."

Mao Xiangyang originally wanted to get off the car, but suddenly glanced at Song Zihao... and couldn't help but sit back.

"Sir, I don't know if I'm free. I'll treat you to a midnight snack? I want to know about Hong Kong Island."

"sure!"

Song Zihao's personality is that he is generous and loyal, and he likes to make friends. He has seen countless people and can see that Mao Xiangyang is a good person and is willing to make this friend.

"Let's go, I know there is a stall for late supper, which is good..."

Soon, the red taxi turned around and headed towards a place in Yuen Long, New Territories.

"My name is Hao, what's my name?"

"You are older than me, I'll call you Brother Hao, just call me Xiangyang."

"Okay, hahaha~~~"

Song Zihao was very happy to make a new friend.

The car quickly passed by a factory - the Five Star Clothing Factory.

The huge sign at the door caught Mao Xiangyang's attention.

"Five Stars?"

This is too easy for Mao Xiangyang to think a lot.

"Brother Hao, do you know the situation of this clothing factory?"

"Five-star clothing factory?"

"right."

"I know."

Song Zihao must have known that after all, after the acquisition of this clothing factory, it was a mess. Song Zihao was pulled by Guan Zu to be a cow and horse... No, he participated in the management.

It can be said that most of the management frameworks were built by Song Zihao.

"What's wrong?"

"Why is it called a five-star clothing factory?"

"I don't know, the boss likes it."

"Where is the boss?"

"Boss, from the other side of Hong Kong Island."

If it were someone else, Song Zihao would directly say "Guanzu, Causeway Bay", but Song Zihao deliberately hid the people from the north, after all, it had a close relationship with Guanzu.

Mao Xiangyang: "Oh... I don't know if I can get to know this boss if I have time."

"Arrival." Song Zihao did not answer, but drove to a night market, which was already very lively.

“The seafood casserole porridge here is good, and there are grilled oysters…”

I found a place to park and the parking guy came over.

“Stop?”

“10 mosquitoes.”

Song Zihao threw 30 Hong Kong dollars to Parking Chezai, and then took Mao Xiangyang into the midnight snack stall.

In the midnight snack stall, there were already table after table of diners enjoying midnight snack. Some lowered their heads and tasted the food in the bowl, while others chatted and laughed with their companions. The whole atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

"What does it mean to give money just now?" Mao Xiangyang said.
To be continued...