Chapter 387 Style and Dislike

On the top of Taiping Mountain, Sir Zhou Xinian’s mansion does not occupy a large area. It is just a three-story villa with a yard of about 3 acre.

Although the place is not big, as long as it is on the top of Victoria Peak, it means status, a unique status.

This is also the reason why Zhou Xinian can serve as a director of more than 50 companies and is the pride of Chinese people in Hong Kong.

The British have a colonial history of hundreds of years, and have always had a series of methods for managing their colonies, with dividing and promoting the locals being their best tactic.

This is called treating the root cause.

Xia Houbin, the general manager of the milk company, was anxiously waiting for Zhou Xinian to summon him in the living room.

He drank cup after cup of coffee, struggling to hold back his increasingly desperate urge to urinate, and reached out to check the time.
It’s already this late, why hasn’t Sir Zhou gotten up yet?
I know you have a lot of social engagements, sir, but please take a look at the time it is already!
Swire Properties has already issued a declaration of war in the newspaper, clearly stating its intention to forcefully acquire the dairy company. If there is no response from this side, wouldn’t that be fulfilling the other party’s wishes?
No, I really couldn't help it.
Xia Houbin had just stood up when he saw Sir Zhou Xinian, wearing pajamas and looking energetic, walking down from upstairs.

Zhou Xinian is over 70 years old this year. He has a head full of white hair, but his hair is combed clearly and each strand is distinct. His skin is rosy and he looks like he is around 5 or 60 years old.

"Hou Bin, sit down. Why are you so reserved?"

Zhou Xinian was calm and composed, and waved his hand slowly to his general manager, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Sir, I've already had breakfast." Xia Houbin was about to report on the milk company: "I came here today to..."

Zhou Xinian waved his hand again and interrupted him, "No hurry, Hou Bin, you sit down and wait for me. I'll have breakfast and we'll talk again."

"Old Zhou, please bring me today's newspaper."

"Yes, sir." Old Zhou was wearing a traditional long gown and a melon-shaped hat, which meant he had no braids. He was about 70 years old, smart and thin.

Immediately, according to Zhou Xinian's habit, he took today's newspapers on the table and sorted them out on the coffee table in the living room, and opened the key news pages.

Then, he immediately and quietly instructed the kitchen to bring the jazz's breakfast.

Although it was called breakfast, it was actually already past 10 o'clock, close to noon.

What was served was also very simple, a very small piece of white bread, a small cup of coffee with milk, and a peeled egg.

Zhou Xinian stirred the coffee with a spoon, took a sip, and instead of eating immediately, picked up the newspaper on top to read.

The headlines on the front page read: Hong Kong Land Development is acquiring Dairy Farm. Why? How will Sir Chow respond?

I changed to another newspaper and the front-page headline was the same: The Hong Kong Land Group declared war on Sir Zhou. Can British capital swallow up Chinese capital?
"Tsk!" Zhou Xinian sneered, threw the newspaper aside, and enjoyed this simple breakfast slowly.

Xiahou Bin was already waiting impatiently, both mentally and physically, but he had followed Zhou Xinian for decades and knew this British knight too well.

He is always so gentle, or seems to be in full control. However, if someone loses face or is too impatient in front of him, he will be very unhappy.

Over the years, Sir Zhou has become more and more concerned about his face. If you violate his face, the consequences will definitely not be good.

Not only him, but also his two sons, daughter-in-law and others must do the same. Otherwise, not to mention the milk company, even the business of Zhou's Hospital will be replaced by just one word.

There is only one person who can make him change, and that is his first wife.

Xiahou Bin looked up at the stairs, there was no movement at all.

The old lady might have gone out early to play mahjong with someone.
The clock in the living room on the first floor was ticking, and the only sounds were the sound of Zhou Xinian flipping through the newspaper, or the crisp sound of coffee cups hitting porcelain plates.

Xiahou Bin's face turned red from holding his urine, and his legs kept shaking. He was not young, more than 50 years old, and when he was young he had been partying every night, so his prostate had been damaged a long time ago, making it even more difficult for him to hold his urine.

The most uncomfortable time is when you hold your urine for a long time and cannot urinate.
"Hou Bin, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Xinian finally noticed Xia Hou Bin's abnormality. He asked with concern and laughed contemptuously, "You, you have followed me for so many years, but you still haven't made any progress!"

"Dong Dong!" He tapped the front page headline with his fingers, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, "Our stock has risen to 196 yuan today. How much is the Jardine Matheson? Only 104 yuan."

"Shareholders are not fools. You should know that the land for the Kang Le Building that Hong Kong Land is building cost more than 21 billion Hong Kong dollars. Adding the cost of building and decoration, it will cost at least 40 billion!"

“How much cash does Hong Kong Land have on hand to acquire us?”

Zhou Xinian gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. The housekeeper, Lao Zhou, immediately sent someone to quietly remove all the breakfast, and then replaced it with a pot of hot tea and a pipe filled with tobacco.

"Crackle" the sulfur smell of the match emanated along with the flames. Old Zhou skillfully lit Sir Zhou Xinian's pipe, poured him tea, and continued to stand aside.

Zhou Xinian took two puffs of his cigarette, and then he perked up and continued to point fingers: "Haha, Hou Bin, you are just making a fuss out of nothing. Landlord is just playing tricks."

"I know these poor people in Hong Kong too well!"

"I only earn a few hundred yuan a month, live frugally and invest in stocks, hoping to get rich overnight!"

"Haha, it's not that easy. I am a director of more than 50 listed companies. These people don't know who they are playing with. Who is playing? They are just making money for us."

Zhou Xinian frowned as he looked at Xiahou Bin who was still fidgeting, feeling a little unhappy.

I've told you all this, don't you understand?

It’s really rotten wood that cannot be carved!

He waved his hands at Xia Houbin impatiently, "Jindi wants to acquire the dairy company through such a crude method of stock swap without spending any real money. It's just wishful thinking on their part."

"Without the money, how can the shareholders admit the debt?"

"Okay, I know what you're up to. Just keep it to yourself. I think in a few days, Zhidi will realize that this was a bad move."

"Go ahead!"

"Yes, sir!" Xiahou Bin stood up with difficulty, crossing his legs together like a woman, which made Zhou Xinian even more unhappy.

He snorted softly, "Hmm."

Xiahou Bin felt as if he had been pardoned. He tucked his buttocks between his legs, took small steps, and quickly left the villa on the top of Taiping Mountain.

After getting in the car, he started directly in second gear. The Mercedes-Benz sedan started with a roar, raising a cloud of dust, and quickly left Zhou Xinian's villa.

This action made Zhou Xinian even more unhappy. Without turning back, he said softly, "This Xiahou Bin seems to be of no use!"

Lao Zhou immediately followed up with a sentence: "Master, you are right!"

(End of this chapter)