The Heung Kong Coliseum, also known as the Hung Hom Coliseum (referred to as the Coliseum), is located at No. 9 Cheong Wan Road, Hung Hom, Yau Tsim Mong District, Kowloon, on the platform of the MTR Hung Hom Station.
The shape of the gymnasium is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, resembling a diamond or an inverted pyramid.
"Mr. Peng, we don't have enough time." Standing in front of the Hung Hom Stadium in Hong Kong, Wu Qianyu looked at the man with black-rimmed glasses and said without hesitation in Shanghainese dialect.
"Speaking Mandarin," Peng Bo also smiled, "He understands Shanghai dialect."
Wu Qianyu's face turned slightly red, but immediately turned worried. But after entering the gate of the stadium, Peng Peng saw the 12,500 seats in the stadium, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little bit loud. In his previous life, he didn't think it was big when he watched a concert here, but
It's been empty for a while and looks weird.
Later, a singer wanted to hold a concert at the Bird's Nest, but he didn't realize how big the Bird's Nest was, so he had no choice but to sing.
Peng Bo looked at these seats. He didn't want to be like that singer.
"We are lucky, there will be many people coming." Zheng Yongfang, who walked in from behind, smiled. In his eyes, this is not a problem at all. If a person has the ability to change the situation, then he is good at taking advantage of the situation.
Zhifeng uses small things to win big things, but attributes everything to "luck".
"Just have fun, why bother taking it seriously." Well, just have fun, but every time he plays, it's groundbreaking every time.
"Abo, I have arranged a place for you. They stay in a hotel. You come here to stay. There is a room for you here."
After leaving Hung Hom, Peng Bo was separated from Wu Qianyu and the others. There was Peng Bo's room in China Hui, and he no longer needed to stay in a hotel every time he came to Xiangjiang.
"Brother Scandium, where are we going?" Together with Zheng Yongshan, we will definitely go to an interesting place.
"I'll take you to Pingshan, where our family first settled in Xiangjiang." Zheng Yongfeng said with a smile, "and try our own dishes, which are very unique. You must have never tasted them before."
"Yes, our food?" Zheng Yongfang seemed not to be thinking about the food at this time, "Abo, what do you think is the most interesting thing about the combination of Chinese and Western cultures?"
"A combination of China and the West?" Peng Bo laughed, "It would be very interesting if the Beatles and the Chinese orchestra from Xiangjiang were invited to the stage together." One is a prestigious Western band, and the other is a folk orchestra from Xiangjiang. Peng Bo
Bo didn't know where he got such an idea, but he found it interesting.
However, Beatles lead singer John Lennon was shot dead by his fans in New York, but there were also Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, and it was still possible for them to reunite.
"Good idea, a dream combination, I'll give it a try." Zheng Yongfang smiled and patted his sleeves.
Peng Bo couldn't think of anything to describe his mood. Brother Scandium is the most educated among the rich: he graduated with a PhD from Cambridge and taught at Peking University when he was young; he wrote for major newspapers in Hong Kong and the UK.
He has been a columnist for more than 10 years and has published several books.
He is also the most sociable among the cultural people. His connections in the entertainment industry range from Xiao Tingfeng to the Beatles. In terms of connections in the upper class, he ranks second and no one dares to rank him first.
"Mr. Jin Yong appreciates you very much, so he will definitely come." Zheng Yongfang smiled again.
oh.
It seems that at this moment, Hung Hom is no longer so empty. It is enough to have this great band. No matter how old they are at this time, Zheng Yongshan's goal is to play big, and they are definitely not the only ones who will come.
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From West Kowloon to Ping Shan, the landscape instantly transitions from towering skyscrapers to black ancestral temple towers. It catches people off guard, as if they have stepped into a wormhole of time and space, traveling from a bustling international city to a quaint rural town in southern Guangdong.
Ping Shan is located in the northwest of the New Territories. The Cheng family, one of the five major ethnic groups in the New Territories, settled in Ping Shan as early as the 12th century and successively established six villages in three wards - Sheung Cheung Wai, Kiu Tau Wai, Hui Sha Wai, Hang Tau Village, Hang Mei Village and Tongfang Village.
, Xincun, Hung Uk Village and Xinqi Village.
This is one of the areas with the longest history in Xiangjiang. Many ancient buildings are still preserved, and it also houses the highest-level banquets in the hearts of Xiangjiang people - the Nine Gui.
"It's delicious. I have an acquaintance here." Oh, another game.
In the early years of Xiangjiang, being able to afford to invite people to eat the Nine Big Gui showed that the host was extremely wealthy. Being invited to eat the Nine Big Gui also showed that the guest himself had status. The "Nine Big Gui" was a form of compliment among the hosts and guests at the village banquet.
It is interpreted to become more and more mysterious.
"Brother Scandium, it's too grand to be taken seriously," Peng Bo said modestly, "I remember that when the Queen of England visited Guangdong in 1986, the Guangdong Provincial Government hosted a banquet at the White Swan Hotel, and the nine big guis were presented."
"Yes." Zheng Yongfang smiled happily, "Poon Choi is a specialty. You must eat more later."
"Okay." Peng Bo agreed happily.
Passing by the antique Deng's Ancestral Hall, I saw the pink rhododendron holding the "Pingshan Traditional Poon Choi" sign on the mosaic tiles. The lush green plants led people to the more hidden storefronts. The edges of the signboard with red letters on the white background were rusty.
Open the glass door, but there is a hidden world inside.
On the small counter are statues of Guanyin and Fu Lu Shou, as well as various cups, plates, dishes, decorative teapots, copper, wooden, and ceramic, with roosters, clear flowers, longevity, and dragons turning over the clouds.
The pattern made the cabinets on the four walls crumbling.
"It looks like an antique store." Peng Bo said.
"This is all history." Zheng Yongfang smiled and said, "Yongxing." He looked at the kitchen, and Peng Bo also looked inside. At the end of the cramped store was a compact kitchen, with several giant woks carrying the main production tasks.
It’s hard to imagine that a banquet for a few, dozens, or even hundreds of people can be held in a small space.
"Uncle Scandium." The old man in his sixties actually called Zheng Yongshan his uncle.
Zheng Yongfang smiled and agreed. Naturally, he introduced Peng Bo with a smile, "Peng Sheng is my friend." He just said, "Peng Sheng." The sixty-year-old man was also very respectful to Peng Bo.
"Lianxing is the head of Poon Choi in our Tangfang Village, and he is also the 27th generation descendant of the Zheng family in Pingshan. Have all the guests I invited arrived?" Zheng Yongfang asked again with a smile.
"We're all here, waiting for you."
Zheng Yongfeng walked inside with Peng Bo, "Pon Choi is an extremely luxurious banquet passed down by people in southern Guangdong. It is the last dish of the "Nine Gui"..."
He opened the door of a room, and several people inside stood up.
A short, fat man smiled so hard that his eyes were gone.
On the table, dishes have been served. In addition to the Nine Gui, there are also duck soup with tangerine peel, sour pork knuckle, rice wine chicken, southern duck, fried eel, braised mushrooms in chicken sauce, fish balls, and pineapple.
Purple ginger…
Peng Bo looked at Zheng Yongshan who was integrated here. He was a rich kid from a famous family. He could have done nothing, but he did something that others had never tried in several lifetimes;
A high-level player who lives in the upper class society, but can integrate the knowledge of life into the countryside under the feasting and feasting...