"sir."

The Secretary to the Governor of Hong Kong pushed open the study room.

She saw the Hong Kong Governor holding the bullet and his face was purple.

She felt a thump in her heart and quickly exited the study.

"He came to me to demonstrate!"

The Hong Kong Governor held the bullet tightly and looked ferocious, as if the bullet had already hit his head.

It doesn't depend on him whether he will fight or not.

…

Mountain top courtyard.

garden.

A nurse is taking "Mr. Feng" to visit the front yard of the garden.

I've reached a certain age.

It depends on maintenance.

What's more, Mr. Feng is already over seventy years old.

Whether you are sick or not is not the key at this time. The key is to provide a good environment that can "nurture" people, keep them healthy and live a long life.

It can be said that material conditions are the key to life span.

This is why after entering modern society, there will still be a life span gap of about twenty years between the bottom families and the top families, unless there are special circumstances.

At this time, Zhuang Shikai and Cai Yuanqi walked into the villa gate. They happened to see "Mr. Feng" in the vestibule, and immediately stepped forward to greet him softly: "Mr. Feng."

"Mr. Feng."

Cai Yuanqi greeted from the side.

The young and beautiful nurse lady quickly stopped, saluted and bowed: "Zhuang Sheng."

"Officer Cai."

Mr. Feng smiled kindly and said, "Officer Zhuang."

Zhuang Shikai nodded and asked with concern: "How is Mr. Feng's health recently?"

"Mr. Feng" made great efforts in this education reform incident. Although it was only ten short sentences, they were the most important dozen!

Without these dozens of words, no matter how many people are killed, it will not work, and the political situation will be unstable.

Mr. Feng is a living character.

Some words are only useful if Mr. Feng says them and only people believe them. If someone else comes on stage, even if Mr. Zhuang comes on the stage in person and copies the lines exactly, they still won’t have the same effect!

Because Zhuang Shikai is not a leader in education! He did not have three bullets through his chest!

Mr. Feng replied with a smile: "I am in good health and in a good mood!"

"Is it okay if I go back to my hometown?"

Zhuang Shikai stepped forward with a smile, took over the work of the nurse, and pushed Mr. Feng forward along the bluestone path.

"The motherland and hometown still need people like you to protect it..."

he sighed.

While walking forward, he winked to the side: "I'll go for a walk with Mr. Feng."

"Yes, Zhuang Sheng." Cai Yuanqi and the nurse responded.

The two stood there waiting.

Mr. Feng looked at the rockery, flowing water, flowers, plants and rocks in the vestibule, and said with a chuckle: "There have been talented people from generation to generation, aren't you still here?"

"You will be next in the future. As long as the spirit and civilization are still there, the nation will eventually have a future."

Zhuang Shikai nodded: "You are right."

"I'll take the stick."

"You also pass it very well."

Mr. Feng smiled.

Suddenly, Mr. Feng turned his attention to the Feng Shui pattern and courtyard design, and said with a sad smile: "Living in the courtyard these days is like being in Suzhou and Hangzhou. You can make such a wonderful Chinese style garden. Zhuangsheng, you are the first person in Hong Kong Island."

One person."

"Not to mention that place in Canada."

"Eh."

"No need to wait!" Mr. Feng sighed, patting his knees.

If her children were not doing business abroad, it would be convenient for her to live abroad and take care of her, and she would be closer to her children and be able to enjoy her old age.

Mr. Feng really likes to go abroad.

In her opinion, Hong Kong Island is the best!

There is no sense of flattery.

There is still some disgust in the words, and it is obvious that he is fed up with the "cultural differences" in foreign countries.

Of course, a wise person will not be biased and narrow-minded. Mr. Feng still has something to hide in his heart.

Zhuang Shikai nodded and said: "If you like, you can come here often. Mr. Huo and Mr. Shao will also often come to the other courtyard to cook tea and visit the garden."

As for how much it costs to build a courtyard garden and how much it costs to maintain it every year, there is no need to say these things.

Talking to your husband will inevitably sound like showing off your wealth, and the smell of copper is too strong.

Mr. Feng laughed heartily and said: "Haha."

"That's really a big boss."

"Haha." She laughed again: "I almost forgot that Zhuang Sheng is also a big boss."

"I wonder what Zhuang Sheng thinks of dictatorship?"

Zhuang Shikai's expression was stunned, his movements stopped, and he smiled in his heart: "Educators are going to start talking about criticism!"

"Sure enough, this is the literary temperament of an educator."

However, if you want to borrow the character of an educator, you must inherit the character of the educator.

Sir Zhuang is a politician.

Interference in the education sector is also motivated by political motives.

But you still have to listen.

Even if it is to please the elderly.

He leaned forward humbly and said: "Juniors are not very talented and have little knowledge. I don't know. Please give me some advice from Mr. Feng."

"Do you not know or dare not say it?" Mr. Feng looked up at Zhuang Shikai, his eyes were meaningful, and he stopped talking: "Each system has its own strengths and foundations. It adapts to the national soil and pursues national progress.

That’s a good system.”

"But in terms of education and public opinion, freedom of speech, academic impartiality, and the courage to criticize!"

"These are the foundations of educational spirit!"

Mr. Feng said with a smile: "I hope Zhuangsheng can guarantee the soil of Hong Kong Island as firmly as I support Zhuangsheng. It is also a request of mine."

Zhuang Shikai suddenly fell silent.

He thought that Mr. Feng did not seek wealth, power, or even connections.

I never thought Mr. Feng would have a request!

A request to the education sector on Hong Kong Island!

I have to say that Mr. Feng really has a broad mind, a broad vision, and the courage to embrace all rivers.

Not only can they firmly support reforms that are detrimental to the nation, but they can also accurately see possible shortcomings and point them out in the hope of making changes.

She has no doctrinal tendencies or political stances in her heart. Everything is for the sake of the education community in Hong Kong. Instead, she has become more objective, clear-headed and wise.

This is different from Zhuang Shikai's thinking as a politician.

Zhuang Shikai thought for a moment and replied with a smile: "Okay!"

"Guaranteed for at least 50 years."

Mr. Feng smiled and said: "It's still the same sentence, one generation can do one thing."

"The fifty years Zhuang Sheng promised..."

"enough!"

Mr. Feng's old and elegant voice sighed.

Is it possible that what Mr. Feng is worried about will happen? In fact, it is very likely! However, based on the 50-year unchangeable treaty in the "Sino-British Agreement", can Sir Zhuang guarantee it for 50 years at best?

He tried his best.

Mr. Feng is also very satisfied.

Afterwards, Zhuang Shikai visited the garden with Mr. Feng for a while, and the two returned to the room to drink tea and talk. Two hours later, Zhuang Shikai took the initiative to say goodbye, thanked him again, and left the Peak Villa by car.

He had some routine business in the afternoon and important meetings to deal with. Although Mr. Feng's flight was only a few hours away, he really couldn't spare the time.

However, it is necessary to send gifts out of the country! He named Cai Yuanqi and Li Shutang, his two deputies, to deliver them personally, and arranged for Long Wu to take people to protect him along the way.

How to pick up the old man from home is how to send the old man home safely! We are a country of etiquette. There is no reason to throw away the old man after using it. Do you still want to hang out outside?

afternoon.

The flight departs.

evening.

Zhuang Shikai drove back to the villa in Repulse Bay.

"Daddy."

Zhuang Ziwei was wearing a school uniform suit and holding a magazine.

Zhuang Shikai glanced at him and said, "Go home?"

Zhuang Ziwei smiled and said: "School is on holiday."

I saw Zhuang Ziwei's childish face and clear eyes.

Although he is very young, he has become a handsome boy, perfectly inheriting the good-looking gene. However, due to the influence of Amei, his facial features are more delicate and not as strong and decisive as Zhuang Shikai.

But Sir Zhuang knows that this little guy is very fierce when he is shooting!

It’s probably the genetic inheritance of “bullet time”!

That's right, when Ziwei was six years old, Sir Zhuang discovered that when he was frightened or excited, his heart rate would rise extremely fast and he would have obvious "hallucinations."

For example, flies fly very slowly, the words in books become larger, etc...

"Mommy?"

Zhuang Shikai asked his son.

Zhuang Ziwei looked at the kitchen and mouthed: "I'm making soup for you with my own hands!"

This little boy was born into a top-notch family in Hong Kong and grew up in the upper class. Although he has never enjoyed being surrounded by stars and has been taught to be independent by Sir Zhuang since he was a child, he already understands the meaning of the word "hands-on" and is very interested in "hands-on". "Labor" will not be taken for granted, but it is very touching, even for servants and aunts.

Very well educated!

This must be attributed to Teacher He.

Because Teacher He has always been worried about Zhuang Ziwei’s academic affairs.

He calls Teacher He his little mom and Rose his second mom.

Because of the distance, she is closer to her younger mother, although her second mother also loves her very much...

"oh."

Zhuang Shikai nodded.

He sat on the sofa and picked up an apple, weighed it and looked up at his son: "Do you want to eat it or not?"

Zhuang Ziwei grabbed the magazine, waved his hand and said, "I won't eat it."

"Then you come and peel it." Zhuang Shikai threw the apple away, not being polite to a twelve-year-old child. Zhuang Ziwei quickly stepped forward, reached out to catch the apple, sat next to the sofa, picked up the fruit knife and said: "OK!"

He agreed very readily, then pressed the water knife against the peel and peeled it off in circles.

The movements are clean and neat, and the temperament is chic and clean.

The standard style of a rich man.

A good demeanor cannot be cultivated in an ordinary family.

Zhuang Shikai crossed his legs, turned on the TV with the remote control, and raised his eyes to see what news there was.

Zhuang Ziwei basically doesn't have to worry about him.

Not to mention the various servants, hired teachers, and the care of "uncles" from all walks of life in politics and business, professors,

Just the "love" shown to him by his three mothers.

He can't stand it sometimes!

What's more, he is still a teenager who dares to pee on Boss Huo just after he is one month old?

The only thing Zhuang Shikai ever worried about was the inheritance of super powers.

However, that has been resolved.

"Daddy, apple." Zhuang Ziwei handed the peeled apple to his father.

Zhuang Shikai took the apple, clicked it, and bit off a large piece.

He sat next to him, pointed at the newspaper, and said excitedly: "Dad, did you catch those agents? They dared to kill even the Education Bureau officials! They should all be arrested for target practice!"

"The classmates in our class are very supportive of you!"

That group of people in their class.

"Successors" per capita.

Zhuang Ziwei is one of the best.

Zhuang Shikai glanced at him: "Boring!"

"Daddy, daddy!"

Zhuang Ziwei was a little angry.

Zhuang Shikai smiled.

"They won't tell you if they don't support it!"
Chapter completed!