After the two arrived at the lobby, Chu Heng raised his hand, led Owen to the elevator, and asked in advance: "How about we go to the coffee shop? Mr. Owen."
After hearing this, Owen pondered for a moment and said, "It's better to find a quiet place. I don't like it to be too noisy."
"Then go to my room?" Chu Heng asked again.
"Okay." Owen nodded, even the smile on his face showed the old-fashioned look of an English gentleman.
"What should I drink?"
"Coffee bar, I still like your Mandheling."
"Come here for a moment!"
Chu Heng turned around and waved to a front office waiter not far away who was looking this way. When he came to the entrance, he ordered: "Brew a pot of Mandheling coffee, brew a pot of Longjing tea, and add some
Send snacks to my room."
"Okay, Mr. Chu." The waiter bowed respectfully and responded.
Then Chu Heng and Owen chatted all the way and took the elevator upstairs.
After arriving at the presidential suite, Irving briefly looked at the layout and furnishings of the room, nodded appreciatively, and commented: "This is my first time in this house. I have to say that its design is very sophisticated and can be called
Perfect."
"Haha, thank you for the compliment, sit down quickly."
The two sat down in the living room and chatted for a while about some policies of the Hong Kong government, and then the waiter brought them what they wanted.
"Crash!"
Chu Heng personally gave Owen a cup of coffee and said with a smile: "Try it quickly. If it doesn't work, I'll ask them to change it."
"You don't need to taste it, I already know it's good just by smelling it." Owen threw a piece of sugar into the coffee cup, stirred it elegantly with a small spoon, and continued to chat with him without saying anything serious: "
You haven't been to Hong Kong Island for so long, what are you busy with?"
"I'm not busy with anything, I just wrote a novel." Chu Heng blinked and said casually.
"Oh? You can also write novels? Tell me what kind of novel it is." Owen suddenly became interested and hurriedly went to Chu Heng's side. He was also a half-literary lover and occasionally wrote things, but
It has never been published.
"It's a fantasy novel called Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. It's about a boy who survived..."
Chu Heng could only tell him the story roughly.
"This is a very good story!" Owen's eyes lit up after hearing this: "I can't wait to read it. Has this novel been published?"
"It has been published. I handed over the copyright to Citigroup's Blue Oak Press. It is currently only sold in the North American market. It seems that it has sold 200,000 copies."
"Two hundred thousand! Then you can now be called a novelist!"
Owen, who just asked casually, was immediately surprised. His eyes when he looked at Chu Heng immediately became much more passionate, and even the arrogance that had always existed deep in his eyes faded a lot.
Obviously, in his eyes, the identity of a novelist is far more noble than that of a billionaire.
"You can't be considered a novelist, I just write casually. I didn't expect it to sell so well." Chu Heng smiled modestly.
"No, no, no, Chu, two hundred thousand is already a very impressive sales volume. You are fully worthy of this title." Owen looked at him seriously.
"Okay, just say so." Chu Heng shrugged indifferently, and then couldn't help but asked proactively: "By the way, why did you come to me this time?"
"Look at me, I was so happy chatting with you just now that I actually forgot about the real thing." Owen patted his forehead and said with a smile: "This morning, Li Aji from Sun Hung Kai's company found me and wanted me to talk to you.
I want you to give them the land in To Kwa Wan. I owed their chairman Mr. Guo a favor before, so I really can’t refuse, so I can only come over.”
"But you don't need to pay attention to them. I came here today just for a formality. If I can come to you, I have already returned his favor."
Chu Heng, who didn't expect that Xin Hengji would actually ask Irving for this matter, frowned when he heard this. He glanced at the old man next to him. He didn't know whether what this guy said was true or false, so he asked tentatively: "
Isn't this bad? Mr. Owen said it himself, I should give you some face."
