Although Song Haiming and his wife don’t look down on this “Justice of Peace” similar to the title of “Security Captain” in the village; this does not prevent them from becoming “Justice of Peace” parents happily.

Therefore, the day before his son Song Zhichao went to the Governor's Office to receive the "delegation award", the old couple asked Niu Xiong to drive, and asked Ruan Jun to escort them to go to major squares in Hong Kong to shop for goods - saying that they wanted to buy some new clothes to set off their son, so that they could not let their son lose their momentum and look too shabby.

Song Zhichao had no objection to his parents' disguised spending money - after all, it was a great pleasure to be able to go shopping at such an age as them.

As soon as my parents took a car, Song Zhichao received a call. He looked at the number and was familiar with it, but it was called by the Secretariat of the Governor's Office, and the call said that the Governor Peng Dingkang was invited.

...

The Governor's Office is located in the mountain gardens of Upper Yalibi Road, Central, Hong Kong Island. It was built in 1855.

The Governor's Office is quite magnificent. The first floor has a large auditorium for many people to gather, and there is a waiting room near the doors on both sides. The underground part has a large restaurant that is enough to arrange banquets. In addition to the room and hall where the Governor and his wife live, there is also a small living room for gatherings, and there are three luxuriously furnished and elegantly decorated VIP suites for entertaining.

The entire Governor's Office is both high and low, staggered and arranged, with white walls and red tiles hidden among the lush trees, appearing peaceful and solemn, demonstrating the extraordinary identity of the owner.

Song Zhichao was taken in by the female secretary of the Hong Kong Governor's Office Secretariat. The guard in front of the gate obviously recognized the female secretary, but he still carefully checked Song Zhichao's ID and waved his hand to let go.

Song Zhichao met this female secretary several times, a Chinese-British beauty - perhaps because she has the blood of the British Empire, her posture is a little arrogant, she doesn't speak much, and she is cold. However, her "unique temperament" is deeply appreciated by the last Governor-General Lao Peng, who believes that she has the dignity of the British Empire in her bones and is a person worthy of her, so she brought it from Britain to Hong Kong.

On the way, in order not to be too bored, Song Zhichao took the initiative to tease the beautiful secretary and asked her if she had been in Hong Kong for so long, whether she liked the UK or Hong Kong.

The female secretary answered very simply, "I am British, of course I like Britain. As for my Chinese descent, I am ashamed of this."

Just one sentence made Song Zhichao lose any interest.

If a person has a problem with his concept, even ten cows cannot be pulled back.

I was speechless all the way, and I looked deserted and embarrassed.

...

The spacious living room, perhaps because of its owner's identity, simply layout appears magnificent, quiet and solemn.

First of all, the eyes are exposed to a huge bronze cauldron, which is placed at the mouth of the guest guest, which means "four flat and eight stability", and also has the effect of conserving the house in Feng Shui.

Looking at the east wall, there is a very beautiful Chinese painting hanging, with the brush inscribed with the word "Zen" and the brushwork is concise, deep and indifferent, making people feel at ease.

The sound of footsteps came, and the last Governor Peng Dingkang appeared.

When Lao Peng saw Song Zhichao stopping and watching the "Zen" Chinese painting, he smiled and said, "Dear, although I don't know much about Chinese painting, I like Chinese brush calligraphy very much - the two words Zen are profound and worth pondering."

Song Zhichao smiled and did not answer because he knew that the other party suddenly invited him to come over and was definitely not here to practice Zen.

Lao Peng asked his secretary to prepare coffee, invited Song Zhichao to sit down, and started the conversation.

"Dear Song, what do you think about you being elected as a Justice of the Peace this time?" Lao Peng picked up a coffee cup and savored the coffee, looked at Song Zhichao and asked. "You know, this selection was originally very cautious, but you are the only candidate, so we have to make a choice, but we must also agree with the public opinion. There are not many Hong Kong people, but public opinion is very important, right?"

Song Zhichao nodded: "You are right, Governor of Hong Kong. Although I don't know what the mainstream public opinion in Hong Kong is, I am still a little nervous when I was nominated as a Justice of the Peace this time. Therefore, I have made up my mind to be responsible for this position, and to understand the people's sentiments in the future and do practical things for the people of Hong Kong."

Lao Peng nodded, "You are right. What's the old Chinese saying? You should do your own politics in your position and take into account the overall situation in your life."

The female secretary brought the cut fruit to the coffee table. Lao Peng waved his hand and asked the female secretary to go ahead, indicating that she and Song Zhichao had some private words to say.

The female secretary glanced at Song Zhichao, didn't say anything, and went down.

...

Seeing that there was no one outside the room except him and Song Zhichao, Lao Peng picked up the coffee cup and sipped it. He was obviously planning how to talk to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao took the initiative and said, "I know that the Governor of Hong Kong has other things to ask me, so it's better to just say it...it can save each other's time."

If it were in the past, who would have dared to speak to the Hong Kong Governor like this, but now it is different. It is now 1996, and one year it will be 97, and China and the UK will have to hand over Hong Kong.

Many Chinese businessmen began to take sides, and the Hong Kong-British government, which was originally powerful, was even more set. In the past, the Governor's Office was the target of being cursed by others, but now they are trying to win over these Chinese businessmen. Moreover, Song Zhichao is not an ordinary person, but a representative of the young and middle-aged Chinese businessmen. He has a special status in Hong Kong. Although the Governor Peng Dingkang was unhappy, he just smiled and said, "You are right, our time is very important."

He paused and said, "You know, dear Song, this time I was under a lot of pressure to convince the British side and decided to give you the title of 'Judge of the Peace'."

"We British people are very rigorous in doing things. If we are our own people, we will definitely help. If we are not our own people, we cannot give opportunities... Do you understand this?"

Song Zhichao shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand... According to the principle, things in Hong Kong should be decided by the Hong Kong people. If you are willing to award me the title of Justice of the Peace, I am willing to accept it; if you are unwilling to grant me the title, I don't care."

After saying this, Song Zhichao pointed to the "Zen" painting on the wall and said, "Jin is like this painting, there is, there is, there is no, it is not - don't force it if there is no fate, right?"

Peng Dingkang slowly drank coffee without saying a word.

He forced Song Zhichao to take the team just now, with the intention of making Song Zhichao have no choice. After all, the judiciary of balance is a great temptation; but unexpectedly, Song Zhichao was unwilling to stand with them, the British.

"Damn it, this is a guy that is not easy to win over!" Hong Kong Governor Peng Dingkang thought.

"Dear Governor of Hong Kong, although I am a businessman, I am first of all a Chinese. Here I can tell you without reservation that I am not interested in your British Empire and do not want to immigrate to the UK. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether I am a Justice of the Peace. What's important is that I know what to do, how to take sides, how to explain to Hong Kong people, and to my parents and ancestors!"

Peng Dingkang: "..."

I never expected that Song Zhichao would be so "righteous" and directly broke the barriers between the two and made everything clear.

"Song, have you never considered the consequences when you say this?" Old Peng was also angry and his tone became stern.

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "What are the consequences? You have made me stumbling. It's like your Hong Kong and British government did to deal with me like the way you did when Huo was dealing with tycoon Huo, making it difficult for me to gain a foothold in Hong Kong? Wake up, dear Governor of Hong Kong, it's been 96 years now, and next year you will be back home and back to your UK - this is the place for us Chinese, and you can no longer do whatever you want!"

"You--" Lao Peng didn't expect that Song Zhichao would dare to "fight" with him like this. He was simply afraid of it. He sat upright and pointed his hand at Song Zhichao, his lips trembled, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, stood up and said to Peng Dingkang who pointed at his nose: "I have drunk coffee, and I have said what I should say - if you have no other advice, then say goodbye!"

After saying this, Song Zhichao turned around and left the living room.

Later, Peng Dingkang was so angry that he was trembling all over, but he was helpless. Then he slowly leaned back to the sofa - his fingers were knocking on the coffee table rhythmically, thinking about what to do tomorrow, should he cancel the "Judges of Peace" award ceremony, or to proceed with it with a tough bullet?
Chapter completed!