Chapter 317 The spirit of contract
After changing into a dark blue suit, black leather shoes, a plaid shirt, a red tie, and a handkerchief folded into a flower on his left chest; putting some hair oil on his hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, Wang Deming transformed himself into a proper Hong Kong elite.

Coupled with his authentic Hong Kong Cantonese and fluent English, no one could guess that he was actually from Beijing in the north.

The night was just beginning to darken when the driver who was supposed to pick him up arrived again.

Wang Deming was holding a gift he had brought specially from the capital, a long strip of cardboard covered with red paper and wrapped with hemp rope. Inside were: Huang Baifeng cake and Furong mooncake from Furong Zhai; Five Poison Cake from Zhengming Zhai; Rose Cake from Zilan Zhai; and Five-nut mooncake from Ruifang Zhai.

I didn’t buy the eight Beijing pieces, such as the Dian Zi crisps and walnut crisps. The eight Beijing pieces are available whenever I buy them.

It happened that the Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed, so he had contacted these old shops in advance and asked them to help make some more mooncakes and bring them over. Now it was not like in the past, mooncakes could not be eaten every day.

People always brag that people in Beijing pay attention to the seasonal food. Of course, it is difficult to find food that is out of season.

Mr. Huo's house is just next door. It takes less than 5 minutes to get on and off the bus. It is just across a forest. You can get there by turning into a small path from Wang Deming's manor.

"Deming!" Mr. Huo and his family were waiting for him at the door of the main building. As soon as he got out of the car, he gave him a warm hug and patted his back hard. "I was fighting the British devils this afternoon and I really couldn't spare the time to pick you up. I hope you don't mind!"

Wang Deming clapped his hands with equal enthusiasm and said with a laugh, "Brother Dong, you are just too polite. Why do I need you to pick me up in person? I didn't go to pick you up when you arrived in the capital."

"Come on, let's go inside!"

Mr. Huo’s villa in Repulse Bay is not of pure Chinese style, but of European Victorian style, with high spires, arched window sills, floor-to-ceiling Roman columns, etc. There is also a fountain on the lawn of the house where a naked little boy urinates.

The furnishings in the house are also in European style, with colorful Persian pure wool carpets, light yellow velvet curtains, a large leather sofa, and a long dining table.

Wang Deming handed the gift to his wife and said, "Sister-in-law, this is just a small gift and not enough to show my respect."

Mrs. Huo smiled slightly and said, "This is pastry from the capital city. You can't get it in Hong Kong. De Ming, your gift is small but your sentiment is great." She then arranged for the maid to prepare the dishes.

While the dishes were being served, Wang Deming and Mr. Huo sat side by side on the sofa in the living room. After each of them lit a cigar, Wang Deming asked curiously, "Brother Dong, what tricks have the British devils come up with? Do they want you to compete with them in wits and courage?"

"Hey, I built a shopping mall and spent hundreds of millions of dollars, but one thing didn't meet the standards, so the electricity wasn't connected; the next thing didn't meet the standards, so the water wasn't connected. It took me half a year." Mr. Huo waved his hand nonchalantly, "Why don't I go to Beijing this year to attend the 10th anniversary celebration."

"I had already received the invitation letter from the capital, but I didn't go because of this matter."

"Let's not talk about this. At worst, I will sell the building to Jardine Matheson at a loss. From now on, I will only sell sand and build buildings in Hong Kong." Mr. Huo stopped the topic in time and talked about the arrangement of the cargo ship. "De Ming, you also know that Mr. Bao's Universal is full of oil tankers, so I will find Mr. Dong's Orient Overseas."

"He has coordinated several 100,000-ton cargo ships in advance and they are ready to go to India to transport food. We are just waiting for your news!"

"Well, I came here this time to solve the problem of grain shipment from India. 10% of the payment has been transferred to their account, but India obviously wants to drag us down, or wants more money, or simply wants to cheat us of the 10% deposit." "Hey, these foreign devils are not good at all!" Mr. Huo couldn't suppress his anger when he heard it, and cursed, "They keep shouting about their spirit of contract, but they just don't recognize it in black and white!"

"If I hadn't gotten ashore now, I would have stabbed these bastards to death with a knife!"

As he spoke, Mr. Huo forcefully yanked off his tie and collar, his eyes widened in anger, and he immediately gave off the aura of a big boss who had fought his way through the sea and waves.

"Haha, Brother Dong, be patient. My business is your business; similarly, your business is my business. I just happened to come to Hong Kong this time to solve them together." Wang Deming said lightly, as if he could solve all of this easily.

"Hmm?" Mr. Huo looked at him puzzledly. Just as he was about to ask further questions, Mrs. Huo smiled and asked the two of them to have dinner.

"Brother Dong, let's talk after dinner."

There was no way to chat while eating. Mr. Huo sat at one end and Wang Deming sat at the other end of the long dining table, several meters apart. If they wanted to talk, they would have to shout at the top of their lungs, which was very ungentlemanly.

After Mr. Huo sat down, he complained to his wife quietly, "Look at this European-style decoration you made. It's impossible to have dinner and chat with friends."

".Okay, when you go there in a few days, I will throw away this table and replace it with a round table."

"Ah."

After dinner, Wang Deming and Mr. Huo took a walk on the lawn of the manor, and then drank tea and smoked cigars in the study. Finally, although Mr. Huo was skeptical, he decided to follow Wang Deming's advice and organize a cocktail party at the Peninsula Hotel, inviting all the British devils to come and let Wang Deming persuade them.
However, Mr. Huo was very clear that he had to wait until Wang Deming dealt with the Indian grain problem, as his own affairs were more important. Mr. Huo's sand ships had been traveling between Guangdong and Hong Kong, and he was very clear about what was happening on the other side.

So he admired Wang Deming for preparing for a rainy day and purchasing large quantities of grain in advance.

He deliberately used an idiom to help the people out of dire straits. He also expressed his willingness to use half of it to purchase food, even though he did not have much cash in the bank.

Returning to his manor at night, Wang Deming moved a stool to the balcony on the second floor. The sky was full of twinkling stars, he felt the cool sea breeze, listened to the tidal waves, and listened to the TV programs coming from the TV. Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to his previous life.

In my previous life, I traveled to Yunnan. On the second-floor balcony of a rented villa by the Erhai Lake in Dali, I talked about my ideals with a female friend. We also had stars in our heads and a cool, moist breeze.
I wonder if that beautiful, fair-skinned, long-legged female nurse from Chengdu has found her ideal partner? Is her relationship with the two directors still complicated? Or has she already chosen one?

Back then, he only dared to steal glances at the other's chest and thighs with the corner of his eyes, and from time to time he would have wild fantasies after a burst of inner excitement. Is it possible... Well, sex?

It's a pity that in the previous life, handsome men were valued most by middle-aged or elderly wealthy women or young girls who were not very worldly-wise, so pretty girls didn't pay attention to this.

I don’t know when Alexi will come to Hong Kong?

It's really funny. It's only been a few days since we parted ways. I didn't expect to meet again in Hong Kong so soon.
(End of this chapter)