The first person to arrive was Owen, who has become increasingly close to Chu Heng recently.
This veteran British aristocrat who has always valued bloodline is still so exquisite.
A simple and slim linen formal suit, a Scottish shirt with a strong European academic style, meticulously combed hair, and an ebony cane that never leaves your hand. It can be said that the whole body is full of elegance and delicacy, even the buttons of the clothes.
They are all so exquisite, and the pattern on the double-row dark gold buttons in a retro style can be faintly seen as the emblem of his family.
Tsk tsk!
True to the old saying, a man relies on his clothes and his horse relies on his saddle. Owen, a short winter melon with big eye bubbles and a sausage mouth, actually looks much more pleasing to the eye with this outfit.
Although it's still ugly...
"Mr. Owen!"
After sizing up this guy, Chu Heng quickly stepped forward to greet him warmly and hugged him familiarly.
"I'm not late, am I?"
"No, you were the first to arrive."
"Oh, good, at least I wasn't rude." Owen's expression relaxed, as if he really cared about Chi being rude because of being late.
In fact, he cares about daddy.
Chu Heng, who already knew more about this guy, secretly rolled his eyes, feeling that he was hypocritical and pretentious.
After the two of them exchanged some polite words, Chu Heng called A Dong and asked him to accompany Irving to the restaurant upstairs for a cup of coffee.
Before leaving, Owen suddenly grabbed Chu Heng and whispered in his ear furtively: "Well, Chu, can you give me another share of the wine you gave me last year?"
"Huh?" Chu Heng was immediately surprised: "Isn't your problem already solved?"
"Yes, it's indeed good." Owen, who was looking elegant just now, winked at him mischievously: "But recently I met a Black Rose from Citigroup, and I can't handle it, so...
Well, you understand."
"Tsk, your teeth are quite good!" Chu Heng looked at this hungry ghost with a strange expression, frowned and pondered for a while, and then said: "I still have some wine, but I don't have much in my hand, so I just
I can give you half a bottle, which is half a catty."
"Haha, thank you so much, Chu!" Owen hugged him in surprise, and then followed A Dong into the hotel.
"Damn, in less than a year, you've already ruined a pound of wine! You really deserve the nickname of that walking beast in heat." Chu Heng curled his lips, turned his gaze back to the road outside the hotel, and lit a cigarette.
Wait quietly for others.
After five or six minutes of this, the second guest also showed up.
It was the deputy secretary of the Department of Justice named Riyad Jonson whom Chu Heng met at the dinner party that was equivalent to a literary gathering at Owen's house that day.
He is also the only senior official of the Hong Kong government that Chu Heng is familiar with. The other one is Owen. During this period, he has really spent a lot of money to persuade this guy.
"Welcome, Mr. Jonson."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Chu."
He was not as close to Jonson as he was to Owen, so after a few simple polite words, Chu Heng called A Dong, who had just come down, to accompany him upstairs.
And just as Jonson left, the third and last guest of the day also appeared.
This man's name is Lennet Monkett. He is just thirty years old. His current position is the deputy director of the Housing Bureau. He also has an uncle at home who is considered a member of the House of Commons and the sun never sets. This is very consistent with what Chu Heng has set.
Professional target template with strong background.
"Welcome, Mr. Monkt."
"Sorry, Mr. Chu, I ran into some trouble when I came here and was late."
"No, no, the time is just right, the others have just arrived."
"Speaking of which, I don't know who you have invited. Can you tell me first?"
"Haha, you'll find out when you go upstairs."
After chatting for a few words in front of the door, Chu Heng quickly took him into the hotel lobby and took the elevator to a private room in the Wenhua Hall on the seventh floor.
At this moment, in the private room, in addition to Owen and Jonson, there was also Duan Changjin, who was responsible for keeping the atmosphere lively.
"Oh! My God, I didn't expect Mr. Owen and Mr. Jonson to be here, good afternoon." Seeing these two old guys, Monkt, who had looked a little arrogant just now, hurriedly took off his hat and said hello.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Monkett." The two of them did not dare to show off in front of him. They stood up and returned the greeting politely. At the same time, they were more optimistic about Chu Heng's Baiyun Real Estate.
The county magistrate is not as good as taking charge now.
Although both of them hold high positions of authority, they still have to make a few twists and turns if they want to get involved in the real estate industry. Now that Monkte, an official from the Housing Bureau, is here, no one can stop Pax Real Estate from getting ahead!
They will also get more!
Monkter's ideas are similar to those of these two. With these two powerful officials in the Hong Kong government, he is more confident when doing certain things.
At this time, Chu Heng led Monket to Irving and others: "Please sit down, Mr. Monket, what do you want to drink first?"
"Black tea, I've been having some insomnia lately, so I won't drink coffee." Monkte said after sitting down.
Chu Heng immediately turned to the dignified general manager Duan Changjin and said, "I want green tea."
"Please wait."
Duan Changjin immediately stood up and exited the private room. He also knew that the content of the following conversation might be inappropriate for him to be present.
Chu Heng and the others were not in a hurry to get down to business. After sitting down, they chatted for a while.
"How's Mr. Owen doing?"
"Thanks to you, it's very good."
"Mr. Jonson and I haven't seen each other for a long time. The last time we met was at the meeting in October."
"I have been very busy recently and rarely attend gatherings. The most recent one was at Irving's house, and our great writer Chu was also there that time."
"Please, Mr. Jonson, please don't mention any more great writers, okay?"
"writer?"
"Don't you know? The Harry Potter book that has been selling very well in Sun Never Set recently was written by Chu."
"Oh my God!"
…
After chatting like this for a while, about ten minutes passed. Seeing that it was almost time, Chu Heng took out a bag that had been prepared in advance and put it on the table, saying: "Okay, gentlemen, I think we should
Let’s talk about other things.”
The three people who were chatting happily immediately turned their attention over.
"Crash!"
Chu Heng took out a document in triplicate from his bag and placed it in front of the three of them. He smiled and said: "This is my customized five-year plan for Bai Sheng Real Estate. I hope that the three gentlemen will not spread it after reading it."
"Don't worry, Chu. We are about to become shareholders of the company. How could we be stupid enough to leak company secrets?"
Owen smiled and picked up the document and looked through it carefully. The same was true for the other two.
While they were looking at the documents, Chu Heng also introduced (fudged) eloquently: "I am very optimistic about the future of Hong Kong Island's real estate industry, but because the current situation is still a bit unclear, the island's
Although the real estate industry is on the rise, it is not very obvious yet, so I think it is not a good time to build houses on a large scale yet. I plan to focus on hoarding land in the next one to two years. It is best to wait until... well
…”
Having said this, he glanced at Owen and asked, "Mr. Owen, can I talk about that?"
Um?
The other two people immediately became curious after hearing this. They raised their heads and looked away from the document to look at these two people.
