Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Lin Huaile's guess was right. The courtyard in front of the Chen Family Ancestral Hall two hundred kilometers away was also full of people.

Chen Guofu, who had disappeared, was holding a teapot and pouring tea for the guests: "You two distinguished guests, please drink some tea first, Uncle Chen will be here soon."

"This is Mingqian Longjing. It's getting more and more difficult to get it. I got it after breaking up a lot of relationships!"

"Taste it quickly!".

Qiu Heseng smiled and expressed his gratitude. He picked up the teacup, smelled it first, and then said sincerely, "Good tea!" Matsui Ichiro sat aside and did not touch the teacup, but he also thanked Chen Guofu for his hospitality.

Seeing the praise from the guests, Chen Guofu's face was also bright. He took a few glances into the ancestral hall, said to the two of them to wait a moment, and hurried into the ancestral hall.

"If Young Master Le knows that his roots have been broken, I don't know how he will feel!"

Looking at the descendants of the Chen family who were having a heated discussion in the ancestral hall, Matsui Ichiro suddenly felt very emotional, and unconsciously expressed his thoughts.

Hearing Matsui Ichiro's words, Qiu Heseng carefully placed the official kiln teacup from the Guangxu period in his hand on the table.

"Who made him unlucky! It's no wonder other people!"

"The Zhang family has been cooperating with the Cherry Blossom Club for almost 20 years. Miss Bai has been transported into Tokyo Bay by them. Zhang Zhen is still one of the adopted sons of the president and is very highly regarded."

"But these are superficial reasons. The actual situation is that the chairman of the Jiangnan company founded by the Zhang family also invested in it. Now that the Jiangnan company has Young Master Le in its pocket, there is no reason to say it. Of course, he must be used as a sign!"

After Matsui Ichiro explained, Qiu Heseng realized that the reason why he kept fighting Young Master Le's property was to vent his anger on the chairman.

The voices in the ancestral hall became louder and louder. Matsui Ichiro, Qiu and Seng stopped chatting and continued to drink tea, waiting for the Chen family's decision.

Uncle Chen sat in front of the memorial tablet, drowsy in the position of patriarch, completely ignoring the quarrels of his nephews below.

Councilor Chen, who said that he had no time to meet for mediation because of the election, also sat on Uncle Chen's left, drinking tea to himself.

The Chen family is a big family. Everyone present introduced them as cousins. In fact, the blood is very far away. There is no direct blood relationship at all. It's just that everyone has the word Chen on their heads.

It is not important that the blood is no longer connected, what is important is that the interests are connected.

The descendants of the Chen family in the ancestral hall are all big landlords among the Chen family. Each of them has a lot of land in Tsuen Wan, and they were the first to coax and ask for a price increase.

Mr. Chen glanced at his old man, and found that he was still resting with his eyes closed. His old man didn't say a word, and he didn't have a chance to speak. Besides, when he came today, he was warned not to talk, and to be a spectator.

Chen Guofu entered the ancestral hall, found his place, glanced at his big brother Chen Guoan, saw him nodding, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Brothers, the new investor has arrived."

"Master Le is doing things unfairly. It is obviously our Chen family's land. Why is he, a little bastard, making decisions, and we are not allowed to intervene on the construction site."

"It doesn't make sense!"

"The folks complained about us because they didn't have a good rest."

"Since the young master Le and Xinghe can't do things on the road, why don't we do it ourselves and kick these guys out."

"Everyone say yes!"

Chen Guofu's words attracted everyone's attention to him, and what he said was true, because the muck trucks were passing by day and night, and the villagers really complained, saying that they couldn't sleep well, and that they didn't have the energy to work the next day.

In addition, there are three districts in the first phase of Liguo, and they are working at the same time, which can't be completed in ten days and a half months.

The development of the real estate industry is booming. If you can hold the Liguo Group in your hands and kick out outsiders, everyone will make more money.

"Brother Fu, is the investor you're looking for reliable?"

"Master Le is a famous goldsmith. It is said that he and Shen Bihao, the boss of HSBC, wear a pair of pants. God of Xiangjiang, all fools know that Jardine is to the east and HSBC is to the west. If the investor you are looking for is not Barbie, and then we offended Young Master Le, but we didn't regret taking the medicine!"

As soon as Chen Guofu finished speaking, some people raised objections. Young Master Le's plan is actually quite good. The folks and neighbors not only have money to live in, but also have apartments to live in.

If someone is kicked out for a small profit, the loss outweighs the gain. It's not that you can't kick someone out, but it depends on whether the new investor is capable or not.

"Of course I have strength. The two outside investors are major customers of Wing On Bank, and they have million Hong Kong dollars in their Wing On Bank account alone."

"Young Master Le has always wanted to build a boutique community. The bullshit green area ratio of 12.00% is really too high. There are also gardens and tennis courts."

"This is a waste of land, all built into skyscrapers, guaranteed to earn money."

Chen Guofu was very excited, slapped the table, and scolded Lin Huaile for his prodigal behavior.

The landlords of the Chen family who were present, looked at me and I looked at you, and they didn't make a sound, but they were all moved.

To do business in Xiangjiang, no matter what kind of business it is, you need to have bank support, otherwise the cash flow is not enough. The Guo family in Yongan is a well-known wealthy businessman in Xiangjiang. With the support of the Guo family, it is not a big problem.

Chen Guoan had been observing Uncle Chen, and seeing that he hadn't moved, he put his hand on his mouth, coughed lightly, to attract everyone's attention, and said softly, "Grandpa, Guofu is doing something today, Meng Lang, and didn't talk to you The old man breathed his breath and brought the man with him."

"It's my brother who didn't take care of it. I'm really ashamed!"

"But you are a customer when you come to the door. You have to meet. After all, the customers come to ask for cooperation with real money. They are all rich and powerful, so it is not easy to offend!"

These words are so sincere that even Councilor Chen, who was hanging around on the scene, applauded him. These words are really level, and they are all for everyone's consideration. By the way, it is an apology. My old man is this capricious villain.

Uncle Chen slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two brothers Chen Guoan and Chen Guofu who were talking, and kept sweeping at them. The younger brother caught fire, and the older brother drew the fire from the bottom of the pot. It was really a good hand.

But he can't blame these two good juniors, after all, they also want the family to make more money.

"I heard that the dirt truck of the Liguo Group was smashed by the folks in your village in Guoan, and the driver was also stripped naked and rushed into the river. Is there anything wrong?"

When Chen Guoan heard his grandfather call his name, he shrank his head subconsciously, and after a while, he muttered in a mosquito-sized voice: "The folks are all angry, I have something to do."

"Don't you all sleep and stare with big eyes!".