Repulse Bay, Hong Kong, Furong Garden—

Although the name of Furong Garden sounds nice, it is actually an old community in Hong Kong. To be precise, this community was built in the 1960s and was specially built to accommodate resettlement housing specially built by new immigrants from the mainland and other places.

Now, more than 30 years have passed, the original brand new buildings have become mottled, and some have even turned directly into places for cages. From a distance, many balconies are densely surrounded by iron fences, and even beds are placed inside the iron fences.

Song Haiming and his wife got out of the car and opened their mouths to look at the old building in front of them - it was so different from the Hong Kong they thought.

In their hearts, Hong Kong people are very rich and their living places are spacious and bright, but in front of them...

The taxi driver Fei Bo saw the couple in a daze in the car, and urged them: "Is this place? If so, I will send it to the station. Chenghui, it's 54 yuan in total!"

Song Haiming: “…”

Turning his head to look at his wife Wang Jinfeng: "Do you think it's here?"

Wang Jinfeng: "How could I know? Achao said that the place he lives in is very large, very spacious, and the building is very new."

Fei Bo next to him heard it and said, "This building has only been thirty years old, and it is considered new enough in Hong Kong."

Song Haiming was shocked, is it still new in thirty years?

Seeing that Song Haiming and the others had not moved, Fei Bo became impatient, "Cousin, are you talking about this? I still have to rush to do business..."

Song Haiming quickly coughed twice and said, "Don't be anxious first, let's look for it..."

After a moment, I searched for most of the day.

Song Haiming turned around and said to Fei Bo, "Comrade, I'm sorry, you seem to have gotten the wrong address, it's not this place."

Feibo: "..."

He couldn't help but smile and said, "Cousin, don't you tease me anymore. Isn't this Furong Garden, or is it another Furong Garden?"

Song Haiming gritted his teeth: "Maybe it is."

Fei Bo laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth: "I'm so funny - cousin, do you know where the other Furong Garden is? There is only tens of thousands of yuan per foot, and a house costs millions. Don't tell you to go there to find your son."

Song Haiming was so embarrassed that he looked at the real leather shoes he had just bought and wore very twisted, and said, "That might be...my son said he is very rich." His voice was as small as a mosquito.

"What did you say, cousin--well, since you don't give up, I'll drive you there, but the fare needs to be calculated separately."

Before Song Haiming spoke, Wang Jinfeng stopped obeying, "What do you mean? Why do you have to calculate the fare separately? We will show you the address, but you said it's here, are you bullying people? Are you bullying us just from the mainland?"

Feibo: "..."

I didn't expect this girl to be so fierce.

Many people around had already looked at this side, and some were talking quietly.

"What happened?"

"It seems like a taxi driver is slapping the passengers."

"Is that so? It's obvious that they're killing mainlanders. These drivers don't have many good things."

Fei Bo is wronged. Although he occasionally acts a bit cunning and takes a detour around the circle, he never deliberately sends people to the wrong place - this is an insult to his technology. In such a big place in Hong Kong, he can even deliver guests to his destination with his eyes closed.

I couldn't stand the people around me pointing fingers, so Fei Bo had to shout at Song Haiming and the others: "Okay, I'm not talking nonsense! This is the case, I'll send you there. If your address is really Furong Garden, not this Furong Garden, I won't charge you for my trip fee!"

Wang Jinfeng snorted: "Okay, that's it! If that place is not the case, even if our address is written incorrectly, we are also like that... I have nothing to say, and I will give you as much as the car money as you should give you!"

Fei Bo is sure to win and makes an "OK" gesture.

Next to him, he saw him and said, "Fei Bo, you are going to make a lot of money this time, Furong Garden, that's a good place!" After saying that, he looked at Song Haiming and his wife, his face full of ridicule, and the meaning was very obvious. Even poor and sour local buns like you are worthy of going to Furong Garden? This is the place where the rich people in Hong Kong live.

The other spectators around him kept shaking their heads. Everyone was not blind. When they saw Song Haiming and his wife dressed, they knew they were not rich people. How could their son live in a super luxurious community like Furongyuan?

Fei Bo held his breath and waited for Song Haiming and the others to get in the car, he kicked the accelerator and drove straight to the "Furongyuan" in the other direction.

...

Hong Kong has every inch of land, many rich people, and many wealthy communities. The most famous one is the Mid-mountain luxury residential area.

The "Furong Garden" where Song Zhichao lives is a newly built luxury residential area, and the supporting facilities and other facilities are the most advanced at the moment.

When Fei Bo drove Song Haiming and his wife and others here, he looked up at the new luxury residential community and couldn't help but be amazed - it was too high-end and too luxurious.

The thousand-foot villas rose from the ground. From a distance, they looked like giant palaces standing on the land of Hong Kong. Compared with the dilapidated "Furong Garden" before, they were completely different from the clouds.

At the entrance of the community, even the door was repaired to look like a palace. At the gate, there was an Indian with a dark skin holding a cloth wrapped around his head. His chin was slightly raised, his chest was raised and his belly was standing, guarding the door.

Seeing Feibo's taxi car from a distance, India's San waved his hand to signal Feibo to slow down and stop.

In the car, Song Haiming saw an Indian for the first time and was a little at a loss.

Wang Jinfeng is similar to him. At most, she has seen foreigners on TV in her life. When she was riding the bus just now, she saw a lot of red-haired golden retrievers on the road, but the Indian guy in front of her made her feel a little nervous.

Fei Bo drives a taxi, and no one has seen anyone. He knows that even the third brother of these high-end communities can't afford to offend - to be honest, these Indians have higher salaries than many Hong Kong white-collar workers, and they are not comparable to taxi drivers.

These Indian doorkeepers are famously "loyal" and "dedicated to duty" in Hong Kong. Not to mention anything else, the Wanfu Jinxing robbery occurred near Central last year. Faced with the bandits holding AK47, even the Hong Kong police did not dare to attack rashly, but these San Ge, who was holding the door, took a rifle and fired on the streets with the other party - crackling, you and I were not afraid of death at all.

It was also that battle that made the Indian San Ge a very trusted "door god" by all the wealthy people in Hong Kong. In addition to being among the top of their peers, not only about 100,000 yuan a year, they also had very generous benefits, such as children's enrollment, free medical care, etc.
Chapter completed!