"Okay, stop chatting! Come to dinner!" My cousin came over wearing an apron and relieved Lin Chuxiong's embarrassment.
The food was cooked so quickly, so of course my cousin didn’t cook it herself.
At most, my cousin can control the heat, and most of the work is done by Filipino maids.
As a billionaire, it is inevitable that there will be several Filipino maids in the family.
"Let's go, let's have a drink together today." Lin Chuxiong stood up in a hurry and patted Zhang Junping on the shoulder.
"Uncle Lin, I'm afraid this will disappoint you. I'm a teetotaler and I'm allergic to alcohol.
I can only toast Uncle Lin with tea instead of wine." Zhang Junping once again used the same rhetoric as before.
Lin Chuxiong was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it.
Lin Chuxiong is also a well-informed person, so he naturally knows that what Zhang Junping said about drinking allergies is true.
He once saw a client who was allergic to alcohol. After one or two liters of white wine, his body was covered in red spots the size of money. This was not the most serious thing. The most serious thing was that it was also accompanied by respiratory allergies and difficulty breathing.
That time, everyone was frightened.
Therefore, since that time, Lin Chuxiong never dared to force others to drink with him.
"Uncle Lin, Zhang Junping can't drink. I'll toast you a few drinks later and thank you for entertaining us." At this time, Huang Xue stood up and said to Lin Chuxiong generously.
"oh?!
Hahaha!
Okay! Okay! Xiaoxue is really a woman! Xiao Pingzi is lucky to find a wife like you." Lin Chuxiong was stunned and then laughed happily.
Huang Xue has a really good drinking capacity. When she is in the capital, the old lady likes to drink two glasses of red wine at night. Huang Xue often drinks a few glasses with the old lady and her mother-in-law.
Because Huang Xue was a woman, Lin Chuxiong did not drink white wine, but took out two bottles of red wine. Lin Chuxiong, his cousin, and Huang Xue drank red wine, while Zhang Junping and Lin Weiwei drank juice. It was considered a good time for the guests and the host.
After dinner at Uncle Lin's house and chatting for a while, Zhang Junping and Huang Xue said goodbye and left.
"Lao Wu, you and I will take Pingzi back to the hotel!" Uncle Lin called the driver Lao Wu and explained.
"Uncle Lin, don't bother. We can just take the car back. We can also take a look at the night view of Xiangjiang on the way." Zhang Junping refused with a smile.
"Pingzi, although this Xiangjiang looks prosperous, there are man-eating beasts hidden in the darkness. It is still very dangerous, especially at night.
Let Lao Wu give you a ride. If you want to go somewhere, tell Lao Wu directly and let him take you there.
With Lao Wu here, he can handle ordinary situations." Lin Chuxiong was a little drunk and said to Zhang Junping while burping.
Lao Wu is Uncle Lin's driver and bodyguard.
Zhang Junping thought for a moment and stopped being polite, "Okay! Then I'll trouble Brother Five!"
"You're welcome, Mr. Ping!" Lao Wu looked like a master, with a calm face, and nodded to Zhang Junping calmly.
Although Lao Wu is taciturn and seems a bit dull, he is very considerate in his work.
Knowing that Zhang Junping and Huang Xue wanted to see the night view, they drove very slowly and made a special detour to a few streets in Xiangjiang where the night view was better.
However, Lao Wu is obviously not a qualified tour guide. The night views of several streets are beautiful, but he only drives the car without a word of introduction.
"It's so beautiful! With so many lights, how much will the photovoltaic bill cost this night?" Huang Xue looked at the night view outside the car window happily and asked in surprise.
"..." Zhang Junping was a little speechless. Miss Huang, she was really different.
Other women would only be surprised by the beauty of the night scene and envy the prosperity of the streets, but Miss Huang was thinking about how much electricity she would spend in a night.
"This feasting and feasting looks beautiful, but how much resources is wasted? Capitalists are extravagant!" Huang Xue continued to criticize the luxury and corruption of capitalists.
"The wine and meat of Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.
Behind this feasting and feasting, there are countless people with no clothes on their bodies and no food to eat.
Xiangjiang looks prosperous, but the place is too small and there is only so much room for development." Zhang Junping also commented casually.
"...?" Huang Xue turned to look at Zhang Junping with some confusion.
"Marx said that the essence of capitalists is exploitation.
The entire Xiangjiang is only so big and has so many people. They just shoveled down the land to one-third, which is just a little bit.
All the wealthy people in Xiangjiang know this. Once the industry develops to a certain scale, there will be room for expansion.
In the past, their external development space was Southeast Asia, and larger companies would seek opportunities in Europe and the United States.
From now on, they will have one more choice, a better choice, and that is mainland China."
Zhang Junping said his opinion casually, and Lao Wu, who was driving in front, couldn't help but look back at Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping saw it, ignored it with a smile, and continued: "Hong Kong's manufacturing industry has withered, and far-sighted entrepreneurs have already moved their factories to Southeast Asia.
The factories that remain in Hong Kong now will only die in the future."
"But I think Hong Kong's economy is quite developed!"
"It's quite developed, but that's all yesterday's news, and what we see are superficial phenomena.
You just saw your cousin's villa, what do you think?"
"It's too big. The living room is bigger than my house."
"Haha! But, you know, 80% of the people in Xiangjiang live in houses that are not as good as yours!
There are many people, a family of seven or eight, crowded into a house of more than ten square meters.
Also, many people don’t even own buildings of more than ten square meters, but live in sheds made of wooden boards and cardboard.
They call this shantytown and the house they live in is called a pigeon cage." Zhang Junping had a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Thinking about what happened in Xiangjiang in later generations, a tiny place, I also thought about fighting for independence.
A group of frogs in a well, instigated by people with ulterior motives, want to challenge the power of God.
Ridiculous, deplorable, pitiful.
Lao Wu, who was driving in front, unconsciously smiled, and the lines on his face became much softer.
After going around in a circle, they finally arrived at the hotel where Zhang Junping and the others were staying.
"Young Master Ping, what you said is so good!" Lao Wu opened the car door for Zhang Junping, and after Zhang Junping got off the car, Lao Wu said in a low voice.
Zhang Junping was stunned and turned to look at Lao Wu.
Lao Wu nodded to Zhang Junping, then got in the car and left.
Watching Lao Wu leave, Zhang Junping smiled and shook his head.
This Lao Wu is a bit interesting.
He turned around and looked at Huang Xue, then walked into the hotel reluctantly.
Entering the hotel means that two people have to separate.
After canceling the leave with the leader and sending Huang Xue back to his room, Zhang Junping returned to his room.
"Ping'er, you hid it deep enough! You actually have relatives in Xiangjiang!" Liu Zhengwen asked Zhang Junping while he was pulling him.
In the eyes of many Chinese people, having relatives in Xiangjiang is more important than having his works rated as masterpieces by Lin Fengmian and Jao Tsung-i.