Chapter 255 Rules are important

The meal lasted until sunset. The table was a mess, with leftover seafood shells and skins all over the table.

When Mrs. Huo woke up, Wang Deming and Mr. Huo were already sitting on a small wooden stool in front of the door, facing the setting sun, drinking tea and chatting at a small table.

Mrs. Huo looked up at the clock, clapped her hands, and exclaimed, "Oh, it's so late, and I haven't cooked dinner yet."

Wang Deming and Mr. Huo turned back together. Mr. Huo waved his hand and said, "Just cook a pot of white rice porridge in the evening to nourish the stomach. If Lei Ting wants to eat dry rice, let him go to grandma's house."

At this time, Wang Deming asked in confusion: "Brother Yingdong, in my impression, don't wealthy families in Hong Kong hire servants to cook and clean? Why are you..."

Although Wang Deming didn't say all the words, Mr. Huo understood what he meant.

Mr. Huo smiled at him calmly, and with a hint of reminiscence, he said: "This is my family's ancestral home, where I grew up. I am a boatman. My father died early, and my mother gritted her teeth to support the three of us brothers and sisters.

I didn't even wear shoes until I was 6 years old.

But no matter how hard or difficult it was, my mother had to support me in my studies.

I worked hard and was admitted to Queen's College in Hong Kong."

He patted his butt and stood up, "Deming, come on, walk with me."

Wang Deming and Mr. Huo strolled through the small fishing village, constantly greeting the neighbors and occasionally saying, "One should not forget one's roots. I don't want my son to become a playboy in the future."

"The Chairman said that only by working with your own hands can you truly train a person. I agree with him!"

Finally, we stopped halfway up the mountain and looked at the fishing village at the foot of the mountain and the setting sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on both of them, as if they were covered with a layer of golden light.

"Deming, look over there. The place we passed by when we came here is the beach road of Repulse Bay!" Mr. Huo faced the salty and humid sea breeze, pointed to a bay in the distance, and shouted loudly: "From No. 51 to No. 55, they are all my properties!"

"Over there, No. 41-45 Island Road, Repulse Bay, are also my properties!"

Then he stamped his feet vigorously, "Across the sea, the Vincent Building on Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, the Lixin Building, and the entire fishing village below us have all been bought by me. They are all my properties!"

He opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace the entire bay, his hair fluttering in the wind, showing a rare sense of unbridled boldness. He continued loudly: "De Ming, do you know? With your capital, I made a full 500 million Hong Kong dollars in those years!"

"With my own ability and tens of thousands of yuan in capital, I can only make 100 million at most; but with your capital and support, everything is different."

"When I bought these properties, I paid in cash. Haha, the sellers were stunned when they saw me paying with a sack."

Wang Deming turned his head slightly to look at Mr. Huo, who was in high spirits, and listened patiently with a smile.

Mr. Huo turned his head and looked at Wang Deming, his eyes sparkling, and said solemnly: "Deming, you are my benefactor!"

Wang Deming smiled brightly and replied with a double meaning: "Brother Yingdong, you deserve all this!"

Mr. Huo turned around and punched Wang Deming hard on the chest, pretending to be angry and said, "You are dishonest, boy!"

Pointing in the direction of Repulse Bay, she chuckled and said, "Our properties in Repulse Bay are next to each other, and I bought you 10 sets as well." She winked at him slyly, "In Hong Kong, you can marry four wives openly, which is enough for you to arrange. Haha."

Mr. Huo's hearty laughter continued to echo in the mountains and forests.

Wang Deming had previously agreed with Ge Maozhai and others to return together, so he could only stay in Hong Kong for 7 days.

But this time is enough. It's a dark and windy night, a time for murder and arson!

The sky is overcast tonight, covering the moon, which is perfect for action. Wang Deming wears the same mask as Daniel Wu on his face, and wears a well-ironed suit, as if floating on Taiping Mountain like a gust of wind.

The patrolling detective only felt that the wind tonight was a little chilly, and something seemed to be passing by him. He waved the flashlight and could only find that the arc of the treetops was shaking a little bigger.

Is there something unclean tonight?

It's very possible! When the Japanese invaded Hong Kong, they did a lot of evil.
The detectives shuddered and hurried down the mountain, wishing they could fly to the shift change location and drink a few sips of wine to warm their bodies and build up their courage.

That's it! Wang Deming stood in the shadows on the side of Shixun Road, looking at an English-style manor not far away.

The manor is generally in Victorian style, with a three-story main building and a gabled roof with a tall spire. The courtyard is covered with lawns, a fountain in the middle of the lawn, and a statue of a little boy with wings in the middle of the pool.

There are several Rolls-Royce cars parked on the first floor of the podium on both sides, and a banquet hall on the first floor of the other side.

A smile appeared on Wang Deming's lips. This is the advantage of having local connections. It makes it convenient to make inquiries.

His figure suddenly blurred, and suddenly flashed outside several windows of the main building. After a while, after finding the target, he slowly opened the window and walked in, moved a chair, sat beside the big bed in the master bedroom, and smiled at the sleeping middle-aged British couple.

"Mr. Mike Donald, you can get up and pee now." Wang Deming moved the back of the knife very gently on his face, and very considerately helped him shave the beard on his chin until he woke up from his sleep.

"Who are you?" Mr. Donald, Chairman of HSBC, asked tremblingly, suppressing his inner fear.

"Shh, keep your voice down. It's not good to wake up your wife. You know, women sometimes really can't control their emotions. This will hurt them and even affect their children."

"You want money, right? I'll give it to you right away!" Duanna said as he reached under the pillow.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move. Smithson & Wesson M10, 127mm barrel, 0.38-inch ammunition, 6 rounds in the chamber, effective range 50 meters. Am I right, dear Mr. Donald?"

"Who are you? Are you from MI6?" Duana gritted his teeth and suppressed his voice, "I am a very good friend of your director!"

There was no way around it. Anyone who heard Wang Deming's authentic London accent and the obvious British suit in the shadows would mistake him for a local in London, or in the city at that.

"You don't have to worry about that, Mr. Duane. Mr. Duane, do you still remember the more than 800 million pounds that Prince Qing Yixin of the Qing Dynasty deposited in HSBC? Oh, yes, and Na Tong, the Minister of the Imperial Household Department and the Prime Minister of the Qing Dynasty, also deposited more than 600 million pounds; there are also deposits of Prince Su Shanqi, Minister of the Imperial Household Department Zeng Chong, and Prince Ding's Yulang Beile."

Just as Duanna was about to open his mouth, Wang Deming put his index finger to his lips again and made a soft "hush" sound, with the corners of his lips curled up. "Don't be so quick to deny it. If we weren't 100% sure, we wouldn't have found you. Tsk tsk, don't forget Morrison, the reporter from The Times."

A trace of despair flashed in Duanna's eyes, and he turned his head to look at his wife who was still sleeping.

"You are dreaming! These are the most distinguished customers of our bank. I can guarantee with HSBC's 100-year history that no one can withdraw the money unless they are their direct descendants and do not have the original deposit seal. This includes me!" Duan Na stiffened his neck and refused with gritted teeth.

"Even if you kill me, I can't do it!"

"Tsk tsk." Wang Deming crossed his legs and clapped his hands twice, "I admire your bankers' ability to lie with open eyes."

"Does your lover Lucy in Scotland know that you are such a strict person? Does your illegitimate child know? And the children you arranged to live in Montecito, California, USA?"

"You," Duanna said, his face pale and trembling, "You, MI6, broke the rules!"

“No, no, no,” Wang Deming shook his finger, “You were the ones who broke the rules first.”

(End of this chapter)