The security guard held the snacks, followed by the food truck. Soon there were more than a dozen snacks on the table. Zhang Xingming picked up a shrimp dragon and said, "Eat, I really don't like the dishes on Hong Kong Island, but the snacks are OK. You all try them." He stuffed the shrimp dragon into his mouth and took a bite, humming and nodding to indicate that they were delicious. Li Chun and the others also picked up chopsticks to pick up the snacks and ate them.

Five people over there walked to the table, opposite Zhang Xingming and the others. The leading man slowly sat down and stared at Zhang Xingming.

Zhang Xingming had a char siu bun stuffed in his mouth, and he took chopsticks to point out the dozen small bamboo cages on the table to signal the other party not to be polite, "Eat together."

The leading man raised his beard and smiled, and said something to the people around him. The five people laughed, and the security guard whispered: "He said the mainland is too poor, and said we have never seen char siu before."

Zhang Xingming swallowed the char siu in his mouth and nodded, "It's indeed the first time I've eaten char siu here. It's really different from what I eat in the mainland. Is this authentic? If you say that, we have never seen it. We haven't come out to eat a few times before. It seems that we will have nothing to do in the future."

The security guard looked puzzled. How did I pass on this?

Zhang Xingming said: "Please invite them to eat together. Don't be polite. Just call whatever you want. Eat first before talking about it."

The security guard snored a few words to the opposite side, and the man smiled again. He nodded at Zhang Xingming, who was slim down and eating. He looked very stylish and waved to Wannon. Zhang Xingming dumbly: "You still say nothing about me, it's just wontons." The other four people there sat down and called.

Zhang Xingming enjoyed it. He liked pasta and sweets. Hong Kong-style or Cantonese refreshments hit his favorite, so he naturally enjoyed it. Li Chun and his wife had no burden and also feasted with big pieces. Only the two who were translators were under the slightest scent, so they had to sit aside with a cup of milk tea. Of course, they always ate it.

The man opposite was gentle and politely finished a bowl of wontons, ate two egg tarts, and was reserved to come and wipe his hands with a wet towel. He looked at Zhang Xingming and the other ones with a smile on his lips. The four people sitting next to him had nothing to eat, keeping a look of looking down at him.

Zhang Xingming was full and wiped his hands and said to Li Chun: "It does taste different. I like to eat these things. It seems that I have to find a master to go back and teach, and add some fresh things to the cafeteria."

Li Chun nodded while chewing the things, put down his chopsticks to wipe his hands, swallowed them and drank the soup and said, "The dessert buns are OK, but the soup is too light." He turned his head and said, "I'll call the boss to come and evacuate, so I'll have some tea."

The security guard stood up and arranged it. After a while, the table was cleaned and a few cups of tea were placed on it.

After taking a few sips of tea, Zhang Xingming looked at the man opposite and asked, "What's the name?" The security guard asked a few words and turned around and said, "Brother Heyitang."

Zhang Xingming shook his head and said to Li Chun: "Isn't it really a bad name for the club here? Is it a bad name to support me?"

Li Chun said: "It turns out that they are all 49 kids, and they are all nicknames called out by others. They even get out of their name after they have made their name. They can't change it even if they want to."

Zhang Xingming said: "Why don't Mr. Mu come? What is your relationship with him?" The security guard asked: "They said Mr. Mu has something to do, so come over later and let us wait for a while."

Zhang Xingming asked: "What is your relationship with Mr. Mu? Can you tell me?"

Brother Zha said: "Brothers, the world is peaceful. Now is the economic era, and the community needs to live."

Zhang Xingming nodded and stopped talking. Even though it was the main thing, there was no need to mess with these people.

After drinking tea, Brother Zha put his arm on the table and bent over and asked Zhang Xingming with interest: "Just come from the mainland? There are a lot of mainlanders in the past two years, and the big circle is very arrogant now. Hong Kong Island is different from the mainland, and people are going to die here."

The title of Daquan is generally a general term for people from the Cantonese-speaking regions of the mainland. In fact, it is different. There is a hall called Daquan under No. 14, but the statement is not obvious.

There is also some people who cannot continue living in the mainland to come to Hong Kong Island to seek life. There are many veterans, and they are also called Daquan (Provincial and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers). These people generally do not have a fixed hall, do things fiercely, and as outsiders, they are a little disdainful of local laws. Many times, local societies will also spend money to ask these people to help do some things.

A woman who came to Hong Kong from the mainland was called Beimei.

Zhang Xingming nodded and said, "Yes, you are right. You must follow the rules when doing things, otherwise you will die."

Several people came in outside quickly. A cub turned his head and looked around. Several people walked towards this side. Brother Zha stood up and greeted him. Zhang Xingming turned his head and glanced. In the middle was an old man with a kind-eyed and kind-hearted head, his dense hair was dyed very dark, he was meticulously combed with 30% 70% combed meticulously, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a dark suit and a red tie, but his eyes were a little gloomy. This is Mr. Mu.

Mr. Mu walked over steadily, glanced at Zhang Xingming and the others. Brother Zha stood up and gave way. Mr. Mu slowly sat down and said to Brother Zha: "Is this what the person on the other side?" Brother Zha nodded.

Mr. Mu looked at the faces of Zhang Xingming and Li Chun and others for a while, and said slowly: "Young people are energetic, but it is not good to stretch out their hands randomly. I also invest in factories in the mainland and donated several schools. I want to get Lisheng TV. The things from Hong Kong Island must be taken in the hands of Hong Kong Islanders. Don't you think the stock price is very low? It's hard to pick up cheap ones, and I have worked hard to buy them.

Mr. Six nodded in the ownership of Lisheng TV. The Hong Kong government also enjoyed seeing it. But I didn’t expect you to start so quickly. I don’t want to know how you convinced Mr. Qiu, but I want to get my stuff back.”

Zhang Xingming took a sip of tea and said, "Hong Kong government has intervened in Lisheng TV? Yes, the Hong Kong government has always been Dexing. Master Six also reached out, that means Mr. Qiu offended Master Six. No wonder something has happened in the past two years. Did you release the fire last year?" Zhang Xing asked Brother Scrap.

Brother Zha bit his lip and didn't make a sound. The younger brother next to him slapped the table and said, "Mainland, you have to speak well."

Zhang Xingming turned his head and ignored them and said to Mr. Mu: "I must control Lisheng TV. However, when the business is in progress, I can discuss it. I can stay in the small amount of shares in your hand. I have no objection to you if you want to sit in this position of chairman, but the controlling rights must be mine. Also, Mr. Mu, there are nine years left. If you can run to the mainland with the hat of patriotic Hong Kong businessmen, you should be someone who can understand the matter. If there are too many, I won't say it anymore. You have 30.83 in your hand, leave an integer, 0.83 is not easy to settle the accounts.

In terms of real estate, I actually admire Mr. Mu, your vision. You only rent but not sell, and you dare to buy a lot of money in the trough. The value of your billionaire is indeed quite high. I also have a small real estate company in Hong Kong, and you may have to make a batch of stocks in the end. If you happen to meet a property under Mr. Mu's name, I still hope that Mr. Mu can make it work. Of course, it will definitely not have too much appetite, nor will it affect your business and layout of Mr. Mu."
Chapter completed!