Hong Kong, Kang's Group—

In the president's office, Kang Yongren sat upright on the boss's chair, holding a nail clipper in one hand and trimming his nails carefully.

"Brother, it's not good! Not to mention the top ten real estate developers in Hong Kong, I heard that even the gambling king in Macau has come to Hong Kong!" The fine man Kang Yonglian rushed in.

Click!

Kang Yongren shook his hand and his nail clippers flew out.

"Look at how you look in panic!" Kang Yongren raised his head and glanced at his younger brother.

Kang Yonglian looked at his elder brother with some fear, coughed, stood in front of him, and said like a primary school student: "I am also anxious! I see the big-eared fish surfaced, and it seems that they want to grab Song's assets with us."

"It's yours, no one can take it away; it's not yours, no matter how anxious it is!" As he spoke, Kang Yongren threw the nail clippers in his hand onto the desk, then turned the boss's chair to look at his younger brother, crossed his hands and placed them on the table, and said calmly: "Those giants have long been eyeing the Song Group, and they will not let us take it alone."

"What should I do?"

"What should I do? Of course I'm throwing my bones into them - anyway, the Song family has so many assets, so our Kang family can't swallow them all!"

Kang Yonglian was a little dissatisfied and fisted: "It's a bargain!"

Kang Yongren curled his lips and sneered: "Silly guy, do you want to learn from Song Zhichao and Hong Kong's big guys? If you don't want to, just make a fuss together!"

Kang Yonglian no longer makes a sound.

Kang Yongren looked at the clock hanging on the wall - the clock ticked, and the hand was about to point to nine o'clock.

"Okay, the time is almost done - do you know, I suddenly remembered Hemingway now."

Kang Yonglian: “…”

I don't know what my brother means.

Kang Yongren stood up and smiled and said, "Because I like the most about the movie "The Death Bell for Whom" he wrote!"

...

Hong Kong, Fu Group—

As a friend of Song Zhichao, Fu Jiajun paced back and forth in the office.

Today, Fu Jiajun is no longer the licentious man he used to be. On the contrary, he has become much more mature after marrying Lin Jiaqi.

Especially now that his child is about to be born, for this man who was not very family-oriented, his sense of responsibility is becoming stronger and stronger.

But what Fu Jiajun is worried about now is not the child in his wife Lin Jiaqi's belly, but the "life and death" of his best friend Song Zhichao.

Fu Jiajun didn't understand why Song Zhichao refused the support and help he gave. Could it be that Fu Jiajun is the kind of kind person who is unkind?

No matter what, at this point, Fu Jiajun knew that he was too late to do anything, so he could only pray in secret to God for blessing - to bless Song Zhichao to overcome this level.

"Achao, you must hold on!" Fu Jiajun secretly encouraged with his strong fists.

Outside the window, there were dark clouds.

...

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Hong Kong Governor's Office—

The weather is getting worse and worse, and dark clouds are already pressing on the entire Governor's Office, but it doesn't rain or wind.

There are several rows of seats sparsely placed on the Governor's Office Square.

Right in front is the "news spokesperson" that is put on a show.

Seeing that the time had come, the host arranged by the Hong Kong Governor's Office briefly said a few words and the spokesperson of the Hong Kong Governor's Office officially appeared.

All the media reporters around were nervous and pointed their guns at the spokesperson with a short gun.

The spokesperson was a ghost named Huntley, and he was also a confidant following from the British Empire, brought by the last Governor Peng Dingkang. He was originally a regional party spokesperson for the Conservative Party in the UK and was also well-known.

At this moment, Hunterley took a look below and took out the notification document in his hand.

Below, hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at him in unison.

Before the TV—

Kang Yongren, Kang Yonglian, Li Chaoren, He Gambler, Fu Jiajun, Liu Luanxiong and others were also staring at the TV screen.

In front of the radio—

Lee Zhaoji, Bao Daheng, Zhou Dabo, Lin Wannian, Lin Baixin and others all listened to the radio program on different occasions.

Standing in front of the press conference, the ghost Hunterley coughed, then relaxed his blue tie in an artificial manner.

Behind him, it seemed that the wind was blowing, and the rice-shaped flag on the flagpole finally moved.

Huntley took the speech and issued a notice saying: "In view of the fact that Hong Kong and British governments consider the actual situation of Stanley Prison, the final decision was made--"

The ghost man Huntley deliberately paused and glanced at everyone in the field with his green eyes.

Everyone in the field was so anxious that they were more eager to see.

Huntley looked back at the manuscript in his hand with satisfaction and said, "The final decision is to prepare for the expansion of Stanley Prison!"

The scene was very quiet.

Everyone seems to be immune to this result.

After all, there were legends that prisons were to be expanded, and land prices in Stanley area plummeted.

Now the result is officially released, exactly the same as everyone speculated.

Although the media reporters did not respond much to such a result, the big guys and real estate tycoons in front of the TV and in front of the radio almost shouted wildly.

Real estate tycoon Li Chaoren was extremely excited.

Real estate tycoon Lee Zouji is very nervous.

Among the top ten real estate developers in Hong Kong, Zhou Zheng, Guo Bao and others were so happy that they beat their hands.

Kang Yongren and Kang Yonglian brothers were extremely excited when they were preparing for the harvest feast.

Only Song Zhichao's business friends - Fu Jiajun, Liu Luanxiong and others, looked sad and lamented.

For Fu Yunheng and Lin Wannian, who once watched Song Zhichao grow up step by step in Hong Kong, this pride of heaven who emerged from nowhere may really be defeated this time and be defeated.

...

Hong Kong Governor's Office, press release site—

After the announcement of the news that "Hong Kong Stanley Prison is about to be officially expanded", Huntley, as the spokesperson for the Governor's Office, did not leave immediately.

A few raindrops fell from the sky, drizzling.

There was lightning mixed in the dark clouds, and the sound of "crackling" was vaguely heard.

Looking up at the damn weather, the ghost Huntley continued to say to the microphone of the Taiwanese businessman's news release: "In addition, I have another very important thing to announce - Oh, God, okay, let our protagonist today come up and announce it to everyone!"

Everyone in the audience: "..."

He looked puzzled and didn't understand what Huntley was doing.

Is there any more important news than this?

Who is the mysterious man who announced the news?

At this moment, whether it is the scene or in front of the TV, the audience in front of the radio are full of curiosity.

Crackling!

A lightning flashed out of the sky and slashed over everyone's heads, but the earth shook.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and looked at the sky and wondered if it was going to rain.

Well, is the storm really coming?

Just as everyone looked up at the dark clouds, a man in white dressed in snow walked calmly and straightly from outside the court to the speech stage.

Stop and look around.

An uproar!

Everyone at the scene was in a panic!

Even the big guys in front of the TV and in front of the radio were all stunned!

Because the person standing in front of the speech stage was Song Zhichao!

"Why is he here?"

"What is he going to do?"

"Does he still want to turn the situation around?"

Everyone was talking, full of doubts, irony, and gloating about this young Hong Kong tycoon who was about to collapse.

Yes!

For many people, Song Zhichao, a young man who came to Hong Kong from mainland China, is simply a thorn in their hearts.

Why can he succeed but he fail so much?

Why did he become the pride of heaven at a young age, but he achieved nothing and still had to make a living?
To be continued...