Jianghua took a night flight to Xiangjiang.

I didn't plan to be in such a hurry, but things in the world are unpredictable. No one expected that Mr. Bao, who the doctor said could last at least for a while, suddenly became critically ill.

It was Shu Wenjun who called Jiang Hua to inform him that he was also flying back to Xiangjiang from Qiongzhou overnight.

"Ahua, you don't have to worry about me. Sister Fang will fly over tomorrow. When she met Mr. Bao, she also conveyed my regards to him."

Su Zhirou said when sending Jiang Hua to the plane.

There is still some finishing work to be done for this Silk Road Cultural Seminar, which was originally the responsibility of President Jiang Hua.

But the little old man was very reasonable. When he learned that the chartered king was critically ill, he immediately waved his hand and asked Jiang Hua to put his work aside. No matter what, he wanted to see the old chartered king one last time.

Sitting on the plane, Jiang Hua recalled the scene when he first met the old ship king, feeling quite emotional.

He had just made his first pot of gold at that time, and in the eyes of those wealthy families, he was just a fledgling young man.

But the old shipping king did not look down on him because he was a mainlander. Instead, he attracted several wealthy families in Hong Kong to cooperate with him.

At that time, he was young and energetic, and thought that he was the reason for entering into a gambling agreement. Now that he thinks about it, it was entirely the old shipping king who was supporting his younger generation. Otherwise, with his worth at the time, he would not be qualified to enter into gambling agreements with several wealthy families.

"Mr. Jiang, people say that in Xiangjiang, you can pick up money while walking on the street. Is it really that rich there?"

Xue Shan endured it again and again, and finally couldn't help but ask.

In the 1990s, although the domestic economy had started to take off, compared with the prosperous Xiangjiang, the gap was still huge.

"Do you believe it?"

Jiang Hua asked in a calm tone.

"I don't really believe it, but it's true that people in Hong Kong look down on us mainlanders."

Xue Shan had just had a conflict with the group of Xiangjiang people from Jin Baoli Records, which lowered his sense of Xiangjiang people.

"One kind of rice feeds all kinds of people. In any place, there are good people and bad people."

Jiang Hua said something fair.

"Mr. Jiang, you go to sleep for a while. I'll call you when the plane arrives."

Xue Shan said kindly.

"Then I'll squint. If you're sleepy, don't force yourself."

Jiang Hua leaned on the back of his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

In another city, Bao Yuqian learned that her grandfather was critically ill and anxiously flew home.

In the past six months, she has been traveling in impoverished mountainous areas to fulfill the 100-building plan Jianghua had promised.

The former wealthy young lady is now bare-faced, wearing simple and down-to-earth clothes, with a refreshing ponytail. At first glance, one might have thought she was a rural teacher who had returned from teaching in the mountains.

Because she was in the south, the plane landed earlier than Jianghua.

When she walked out of the airport, she saw Shu Wenjun standing at the exit of the lobby, and tears suddenly flowed out: "Brother, does the doctor say grandpa can survive this time?"

"The situation is not good."

Shu Wenjun looked heavy and walked over to help Bao Yuqian take the luggage.

He is closest to Xiangjiang, so he is the first to arrive.

“Didn’t your family arrange for someone to pick you up at the airport?”

Bao Yuqian didn't see her car at home.

"The incident happened suddenly. Everyone was a little confused. The car that picked us up was on the way."

Shu Wenjun looked at his cousin.

The weather in the south is warm. She was wearing an ordinary white shirt and jeans. Her hair was cut short, not permed or dyed, and tied into a ponytail. When they first met, he almost didn't recognize her.

"Yuqian, Aunt Wenli will definitely feel heartbroken when she sees you like you are now."

Shu Wenjun said with emotion.

"I think this is good. The people I come into contact with every day are poor children who cannot afford to eat or go to school. Dressing brightly makes me feel guilty."

Bao Yuqian smiled refreshingly.

"Amazing, she is indeed our most beautiful Miss Hong Kong."

Shu Wenjun gave a thumbs up and praised.

Some time ago, a Miss Hong Kong beauty pageant was held in Hong Kong. What was a bit strange was that Bao Yuqian neither signed up nor participated in the contest. In the end, she inexplicably won the title.

Later, when I inquired about it, I found out that in order to flatter the Bao family, the organizer created an honorary Miss Hong Kong title and even awarded Bao Yuqian an award from the air.

"Don't embarrass me with embarrassing things like that. I'm not in the mood right now."

Bao Yuqian sighed, her grandfather was still lying in the ward, his life or death uncertain, and she was in no mood to joke.

After a while, the Bao family's car arrived, but Shu Wenjun was in no hurry to get in.

"What's wrong? Let's go to the hospital to see grandpa quickly."

Bao Yuqian didn't know why Shu Wenjun was still standing there.

"Wait a minute, Jiang Sheng is here too. He is far away and the plane will arrive late."

Shu Wenjun raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

"Jiang Hua is here too?"

Bao Yuqian's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly restrained her impulse.

In the past six months, she has been busy doing charity in impoverished mountainous areas. Of course she wanted to do her part for those children, but more importantly, she had no time to think about Jianghua until she kept herself busy.

"He and his grandfather have been friends for many years. He must see his grandfather one last time so that he will not have any regrets."

Shushu Wenjun sighed.

He had originally bought a ticket to Shazhou, but when he learned that the old man was critically ill, he changed his ticket at short notice.

"I haven't seen him for a long time. He is quite busy, but his career is getting bigger and bigger now."

Bao Yuqian stared at the night sky.

"Yes, I originally thought that since I was born in the Bao family and started out much ahead of others, I was destined to be arrogant to my peers. Little did I know that there really are monsters in this world."

Shu Wenjun sighed in a complicated tone.

When he and Jiang Hua met, although the other party was excellent, he was far less dazzling than he is now.

At that time, he thought that as long as he worked hard, he could surpass Jiang Hua in the future.

However, the other party is like a thousand-mile horse riding a thousand miles, running farther and farther, and its current achievements are comparable to those of the Bao family.

Because Jianghua had to transfer, he arrived two hours later than Bao Yuqian.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Jiang Hua saw the two people standing at the exit of the airport, with a smile on his face as if he was reunited with old friends.

"My father has urged me several times. Let's go there quickly."

Shu Wenjun was very happy to meet Jiang Hua, but the current atmosphere made him unhappy.

"I believe Mr. Bao, lucky people have their own destiny."

Jiang Hua walked over, hugged the two of them gently, and said comfortingly.

When Bao Yuqian was hugged by Jiang Hua, her cheeks felt a little hot, but now was not the time to think about her children's affair.

The chartered king was placed in the best private hospital in Xiangjiang. It was a separate VIP ward with a medical team on call 24 hours a day.

"Jiang Sheng, I'm sorry. I was afraid that you would be worried, so I never informed you."

When Shu Haiwen saw Jiang Hua, he said apologetically.

"I want to meet the old man, is it convenient now?"
Chapter completed!