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Half an hour later, the car drove to the Peninsula Hotel.

Lin Huaile opened the door and got out of the car, and the van following him also stopped.

The oldest luxury hotel in Hong Kong, Kadoorie and these gangsters have completely established a foothold in Hong Kong with this hotel.

Zhang Ailing also wrote the last words of "Love in a Fallen City" in this hotel, and then left for the other side of the ocean.

"Brother Le!"

Zheng Feng jumped out of the cab of the van and walked to Lin Huale, interrupting his thoughts.

"You and Azhen, stay with your two brothers, and the rest will drive back to rest."

"Ask them to come pick me up early tomorrow morning."

Lin Huaile reluctantly moved his gaze away from the beautiful Victoria Bay and asked his men to go back and rest.

Zheng Feng nodded and walked back to the car.

It was the first time for Dehua to see such a luxurious building. His eyes widened and he looked around, wanting to see it all and go back and talk to his master.

Changmao had been with Brother Le several times before. When he saw that his junior uncle looked like he had never seen the world, he pressed the horn and said loudly: "Little junior uncle, follow Brother Le and live here every day.

OK."

Dehua turned his head honestly, looked at Changmao, and nodded vigorously, indicating that he would follow to the end.

Seeing the two useless nonsense in the front seat, Xie Lan was also very helpless.

She is Miss Sun from a wealthy family. She often comes to the Peninsula Hotel, and she feels normal. Sometimes she even dislikes the inconvenient facilities of the Peninsula Hotel.

This is the injustice of God. Treasures that others risk their lives to cherish are just ordinary objects worth mentioning in the eyes of the rich.

Xie Lan tidied her hair and got out of the car with her backpack.

Lin Huaile leaned on the viewing railing with both hands and looked at Victoria Harbor not far away, with lights twinkling on the sea.

The ghost guys are partying all night long on the yacht. Even at night, they don't give up their decadent carnival.

"Ale, what are you looking at again?"

Xie Lan approached Lin Huale and asked with concern.

Lin Huaile did not answer immediately, but grabbed Xie Lan's delicate hand, hugged him in his arms, pointed to the bright bay not far away, and said calmly: "Look at the scenery over there."

Xie Lan is not a fool, even though she has yellow hair, but she studies very hard.

We should not be poor in education if we are poor.

The Golden Tooth Leopard still understands such a simple truth.

Under the arrangement of Golden Tooth Leopard, Xie Lan attended a missionary school in Taipingshan, and the classmates he came into contact with were all children of wealthy families.

"Ale, Xiangjiang is still the world of ghosts."

"The He family, the He family, only joined the yacht club in the past few years."

"But these people are all semi-gentlemen. They either grew up in London, or they have the blood of the House of Lords in their veins."

"Even the Jews like Kadoorie are trembling in front of the Jardine Group."

"The wind in Xiangjiang still blows towards the west."

Xie Lan sighed. Although she was only eighteen and had not officially applied for college, it did not mean that she did not understand the direction of the trend.

It is too early to discuss whether to move north or west.

There is no time to delay in clearing my name.

Lin Huaile sighed. Once he is a thief, he will be a thief all his life. There is no way to cleanse himself.

As long as you are a thief, you are a chamber pot, and when the big water pipe needs you, you will be called brothers.

But when it doesn't need you anymore, it will kick you out of the house.

"Do we still need Hung Hom?"

Xie Lan rested his head on Lin Huaile's shoulder and asked calmly.

What is really valuable in Hung Hom?

Neither McCaw, nor Lao Xin, nor even the previous Alphabet Gang have figured it out.

This is not to say that they are not smart enough, but that their thinking is full of limitations.

Hung Hom is in Yau Tsim Mong, and Yau Tsim Mong is the area with the highest density of bar stalls.

Except for Lan Kwai Fong, which is controlled by ghost guys, this is the place with the most oil and water.

The monthly fees of millions make them ignore the core value of this area.

Land!

There is wealth and wealth!

This is the truth that our ancestors have proven with their blood for thousands of years.

Of course, these fierce and smart people who emerged from the sea of ​​​​blood soon woke up.

As a result, the four major real estate developers were swept out of the Tuen Mun development in the early 1990s.

The Po Leung Kuk bosses, represented by Squire, relied on their alliance with the letterhead and their own legal militia to educate this group of shipping kings, supermen, and smugglers.

Let them know who is the real power in Xiangjiang.

(The four major real estate developers have good relations with ghost guys, but when they encounter real gangsters, they have no solution at all.)

(In Superboy’s headquarters, Zizi went to deliver flower baskets every day at that time. If you dare to start work, I will fuck you.)

(This is also the reason for going north.)

(Po Leung Kuk can’t get the government public land held by Gui Lao, but you can’t get the private land in the countryside either.)

(You can refer to the story of Lu Guo Group.)

"Beautiful girl, what do you want to do?"

“Land resumption, mortgage, and land resumption are carried out to the limit, but the price of the building must be kept to the lowest.”

Xie Lan sneered, his ears were almost rotten from hearing this little leverage trick.

But the two big ghost banks, Jardine Matheson and HSBC, will not give loans to small people like them.

The rest are Chinese banks.

Getting their support requires stepping stones.

Lin Huaile fell into deep thought, but Xie Lan stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth.

Save 10,000 words this time...

The early morning sunlight shines into the room, making people feel uneasy.

Lin Huaile reached out from the bed and rubbed his itchy eyes.

The other protagonist in the bed probably has no idea of ​​getting up. His golden hair is scattered on the white goose down quilt.

A crazy night.

The bite marks on the shoulders and scratches on the back proved that both of them had tried their best.

Lin Huaile got out of bed carefully, picked up the cigarettes on the bedside table, walked to the window, pulled out a small sofa, sat on it and started smoking.

Xie Lan is right, collect land, mortgage loans, and continue to collect.

Over and over again, it slowly snowballs.

When the momentum is small, anyone can handle it.

When the momentum is strong, he will sincerely call Lin Sheng.

"Female Clothes" is continuing to make profits. Lin Guosheng surpassed the holder and secured the publishing company by relying on his influence and connections in the industry.

But this little bit of revenue is of little use to the real estate industry, which devours money like water.

Need to find a way to collect funds quickly.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have one more important matter that he had nothing to do!

Thinking of this, Lin Huaile walked to the phone, shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, and dialed a number.

"There's news!"

"That's right. The Wan family members are impatient to wait. When will we pick them up?"

"Tonight, I will send someone to pick you up."

"Okay, see you there or see you!"
Chapter completed!