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Chapter 68 68

December 1975, Kowloon, Hong Kong.

William Hamish Hendry watched his visitor intently.The British viscount never imagined that the Chinese would regain control of this beautiful and dark island.The ancient Chinese family is gradually waking up in their unknown place, heralding the coming of a major event.

"I swear in the name of the Queen, this is impossible," the Viscount shook his head, "Mr. Chen, you understand the situation, they have no time to manage Hong Kong."

Chen Pi'a took four sips of black tea, and he knew that the other party would react in this way: "The civil strife is coming to an end, and they will reach out soon. The Viscount knows Hong Kong's status better than I do."

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Chen was once inside the system."

"It's not anymore. The era of the old nine gates should have passed by long ago."

William showed a confused expression: "I don't understand why you did this."

"If you don't quit, history will repeat itself. Instead of fighting for 100 years, it is better to get out early."

"I'm afraid no one will understand what you're doing."

"I want others to understand something."

William stared at the old Chinese man with his light gray eyes. He was not Chinese, and he might never understand the Chinese way of doing things for the rest of his life.He only knew that what Chen Pi Asi did was beneficial to the current British government.

He moved his lips: "What does Mr. Chen want me to do?"

"Let me get the support of Emperor Hong Kong."

"but……"

Chen Pi Asi interrupted him, using an unquestionable tone: "I just want to hear an affirmative answer."

Three days later, Chen Pi Asi's industries in Hong Kong were protected and supported by the Emperor.The descendants of entrepreneurs of the colonial privileged company headed by Viscount Hendry are all core members of the Emperor, and they are secretly supported by bankers in England.Chen Pi Asi began to look for the descendants of the nine admirals who had fled to Hong Kong, trying to persuade them to join this camp.Those who refused to accept or demanded too much were all assassinated by the emperor's killer or forced to flee to Southeast Asia.

As Chen Pi Asi expected, in [-], when the ten-year turmoil ended, some descendants of the Nine Schools wanted to return to China to resume their old careers, but they also lost their lives on the way home.

"Master, what do you think?"

"What else can I do, a brat, I don't have that much ability to fight with an old fox," the young Zhang Qishan flipped through the hotel account sent by the housekeeper, "Let him go, what he wants us to do, just do it gone."

"Understood, can the young master of the Qi family want to know?"

"He has his plans. By the way, you go and send someone to send a message to the Wu family in Changsha, saying be careful of strong winds."

"Yes, sir."

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In March 1977, Xie Family Courtyard in Beijing.

Huo Xiangu tightened the cloak on her body, the spring had not yet begun in Beijing, the wind and sand started to blow first, blowing the windows and making a discreet sound.Xie Lianhuan refilled Huo Xiangu's teacup with tea. The ten-year-old Pu'er, which was as red as blood, looked really pleasing to the eye. Although it is not too expensive, it is also the top grade in this season.

"Your boy came back early, do you want to take advantage of it?"

"There are already signs of it, aren't you also waiting for this day, and spring will begin in a few days."

"It's easy to say, I'm afraid Beijing didn't start the spring first," Huo Xiangu sneered, "Who knows if this time it will be another cover."

"No, there is news from Hong Kong telling us to be careful of strong winds."

"The old boys from the Wu family told you?"

Xie Lianhuan laughed dryly: "You still remember what happened back then."

"What exactly did you ask me to do?"

"I want to ask you, at this juncture, are we taking the opportunity to make a move?"

"What do you think, what should come will always come, I'm afraid those in Hong Kong can't hold back anymore."

In 1982, the Qi family brought the ashes of Mr. Qi Tiezui, a master of Chinese studies, back to their hometown for burial from Hong Kong, causing an uproar from all walks of life.The following year, Wu Yiqiong, the eldest son of Changsha industrialist Wu Laogou, entered the Academy of Social Sciences.In the autumn of the same year, Jieshi Group was established in Beijing with a registered capital of one million.

A turmoil that no one knows about seems to imply another deep meaning.

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