Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 975 0963 [The Real Rich Man]

No one here is a fool.

The reason why Fang Feihong asked this question was obviously for a clear purpose, which was to save Du Yongxiao's face.

Who made Du Yongxiao so dazzling and eye-catching even without saying a word, stealing the limelight?

Du Yongxiao blinked his eyes and said calmly: "I work in a government agency, specifically..."

Before Du Yongxiao could finish his words, Fang Feihong laughed out loud: "So it's true! Everyone said that you applied to the police academy after graduation, and it turns out you really became a police officer!"

Du Yongxiao thought about it carefully and realized that the Commissioner of Police was indeed a policeman, so he nodded in approval.

Fang Feihong saw that his guess was correct. Du Yongxiao was just a small police officer. Judging from his age, he was probably not even an assistant. At most, he was a plainclothes officer! He became more certain in his heart. He looked at Du Yongxiao with impudence, and looked at Guan Jiahui with even more unscrupulous eyes, as if he was trying to poach her in person.

When people around saw that Du Yongxiao was a policeman, their expressions varied.

Wan Jinquan looked disdainful.

The fat piglet and the skinny monkey looked at each other with contempt.

Miss Zhuo, who had always had a crush on Du Yongxiao, also looked dim and felt a little disappointed.

Although she had long guessed that Du Yongxiao had a bad family background and would not achieve much even after graduation, Du Yongxiao was her first love after all, and she still had some fantasies in her heart, hoping that a miracle would happen.

But now, the reality is very clear. It seems that Du Yongxiao is not doing very well. His heart, which had been throbbing, has calmed down.

Hong Kong is a very realistic city. For many people, fame and fortune are linked to status and occupation. After all, she is now the female boss of a company and has experienced too much. At her age, she is no longer a little girl and will not simply be obsessed with so-called "love."

"Tsk tsk, Ah Xiao, to be honest, we all know your family situation." Wan Jinquan stood up and walked to Du Yongxiao with a glass of wine. "Your family was very poor before. Your father was lazy and a gambler. Your younger brother was mentally retarded and your younger sister was too young. The whole family depended on your mother to pick vegetable leaves to make a living!"

Du Yongxiao frowned and looked at Wan Jinquan. It was the first time he hated someone so much.

Wan Jinquan didn't know who he had offended, and he was still sarcastically saying, "Well, let me show you a way out. How much can you make as a policeman? At most, a thousand yuan a month. If you go out to eat and drink, you probably won't even be able to afford a house in your lifetime! How about this, you drink this glass of wine, and I'll help you put in a few words to the big boss Fang, and ask him to help you. If you quit your job and work with him, I guarantee that you'll have a good life, and you'll at least be able to get a down payment on a house in less than a year!"

As he spoke, Wan Jinquan handed the wine glass to Du Yongxiao with ill intentions.

Du Yongxiao didn't even look at him, but just glanced coldly at Wan Jinquan.

Who is Du Yongxiao?

But the bloody-handed butcher who had killed countless people made Wan Jinquan tremble with a look like this, and his hands shook, and the wine spilled.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Do you have Parkinson's disease? You spilled all the wine!" The fat pig teased Wan Jinquan.

Wan Jinquan didn't understand why Du Yongxiao's eyes were so scary, so he calmed down and pretended to be calm, "What? I'm afraid that this is too much wine and he can't handle it!"

"Wow, Tiger's got a pretty good heart!"

"Yeah, I'm afraid Xiao will drink too much!"

"Hahaha!"

Everybody burst into laughter.

Du Yongxiao looked at this group of people, felt bored, and was about to ask for an excuse to leave.

Wan Jinquan thought he was timid, but he became bolder. Without waiting for Du Yongxiao to speak, he asked, "Why, do you look down on me, or do you look down on this glass of wine? Or do you look down on our Boss Fang, Mr. Fang?"

As soon as Wan Jinquan said this, everyone looked at Du Yongxiao to see how he would react.

Fang Feihong also looked at Du Yongxiao with a smile, to see what choice he would make.

Du Yongxiao smiled and said, "I don't look down on anyone. I just think this kind of occasion is very boring. If there is nothing else, I will leave first..."

"Ah, you're leaving?" Wan Jinquan pretended to be surprised. "I was helping you just now. Did you misunderstand and think that I was mocking you or looking down on you? How could that be? We are all classmates. We are gathered here today to unite and help each other. Before, Mr. Fang specifically reminded everyone not to talk too much in front of you, so as to avoid you feeling inferior... Forget it, blame me. I was really too talkative. Seeing that your life situation is not good now, I wanted to help you, but I didn't expect that you have such a strong self-esteem! Okay, this glass of wine is mine, I will punish myself with a glass!"

As he spoke, Wan Jinquan raised his glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Great!"

"How heroic!"

Everyone cheered in unison and applauded Wan Jinquan.

Wan Jinquan showed the empty wine glass to everyone and said, "Thank you! Thank you everyone!"

Wan Jinquan's show helped him gain face.

He glanced at Fang Feihong next to him, knowing what to say next, and burped, and said to Guan Jiahui who was standing next to Du Yongxiao: "Miss Guan, to be honest, I'm not saying anything bad about Ah Xiao, we are just very curious, what is so good about him that you would date him--" He turned to Du Yongxiao and said: "I'm sorry, Ah Xiao, I'm a straightforward person, I say whatever I think, if I can't take your feelings into consideration, please forgive me!"

Then he looked at Guan Jiahui: "If he is handsome, it would be fine, but this is Hong Kong, it's very realistic! Being handsome can't make a living. He is just a police officer, and he only gets a small salary every month. We male classmates are really curious, what do you like about him? Is that right, everyone?"

Wan Jinquan took the opportunity to pull the other men in as well.

Fat Piglet, Skinny Monkey and the others certainly understood what Wan Jinquan meant by this, and immediately shouted: "Yes, we are very curious! If you don't mind, Miss Guan, you can tell us."

Fang Feihong crossed his arms, pinched his chin, and looked like he was watching a show.

Guan Jiahui was originally timid, but seeing so many people looking down on Du Yongxiao, she didn't know where she got the courage from, and stepped forward to protect Du Yongxiao and said, "I don't know what you mean by saying this, I only know that Brother Xiao is a good person, better than all of you! You are either ugly, fat, or like monkeys, especially you..." Guan Jiahui looked at Wan Jinquan, "You are just a flatterer!"

"Hehe!" Several female classmates didn't expect Guan Jiahui to be so brave, and they all covered their mouths and laughed.

Even the usually reserved beautiful Zhuo Tingting couldn't help laughing.

"Ahem, what did you say?"

"That's unreasonable!"

Wan Jinquan, Fei Zhuzai and others were extremely angry.

"Why, did I say something wrong?" Guan Jiahui continued to say to Wan Jinquan, "You said so much just to belittle my brother Xiao and show how capable you are, but I just don't like it. I like people like Brother Xiao. What do you think? Are you going to bite me?"

Guan Jiahui turned around, put her arm around Du Yongxiao, and stuck out her tongue at Wan Jinquan.

"Little girl, you--" Wan Jinquan didn't know what to say.

He never expected that the other party was so young but so sharp-tongued. After a long while, he managed to utter: "Don't think you are stubborn now, you will suffer in the future!" He paused and said, "Did you see that Porsche when you came in? It belongs to Mr. Fang! That car is worth more than 300,000 yuan, which your boyfriend can't afford in his lifetime! Not to mention other houses and so on. What can he give you? Just a pretty face!"

"Yes, little girl, now you know, the car outside is worth more than 300,000 yuan! That's not a small amount!"

"Three hundred thousand! A Porsche! Have you ever ridden one? I guess you've only ridden on a motorcycle or something like that at best, and you don't even appreciate the charm of a luxury car!"

Fat Piglet and Skinny Monkey also got angry at Guan Jiahui. Fang Feihong was very proud, but on the surface he tried to smooth things over, saying, "Keep your voice down, don't scare the little girl! She is young, naive, and even less knowledgeable. How realistic is this society! Besides, my Porsche is actually nothing, it's only worth 370,000 or 380,000 yuan!"

Fang Feihong's calm pretense once again caused everyone to exclaim, this is nothing? Thirty-seven or eighty thousand, almost four hundred thousand! I thought it was just over three hundred thousand!

"Oh my! Boss Fang is really wealthy and low-key!"

"Tsk tsk, Porsche is nothing? Then what is considered a luxury car?"

Fang Feihong shook his head and continued to show off: "To be honest, this luxury car is not the most expensive! There are Rolls-Royce, Ferrari and so on that are better than it! Of course, in addition to this kind of luxury car, in fact, the rich people nowadays like to collect antique cars the most..."

When Fang Feihong talked about antique cars, he started to talk at length, his eyes shining.

Every man has a dream of owning a luxury car and collecting luxury cars.

Generally, it is good enough for rich people to be able to afford luxury cars, such as Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Ferrari, and Porsche like his.

But higher-level players are into collecting!

Collect various famous cars in the world!

That is the top player, the top tycoon.

When Fang Feihong was in Southeast Asia, he met a Southeast Asian tycoon named Robert Kuok, who was known as the richest man in Malaysia and was the famous "Sugar King of Asia".

In Malaysia, Robert Kuok's shadow can be found behind almost every industry. In addition to owning sugar mills in northern Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur and Butterworth, he also invested in real estate groups, flour mills, feed mills, cooking oil mills in Klang and Johor Bahru, plastic bag factories in Seremban, marble factories and glass factories in Kedah, and owns 41.37% of the shares of Raman Tin Mine.

As he had been engaged in international commodity trade for a long time, it was natural for Robert Kuok to expand the shipping industry. In 1971, at the invitation of former Malaysian Finance Minister Tan Siew Teck, he set up the Malaysia International Shipping Company, which contributed to the development of Malaysia's domestic shipping industry and broke the monopoly of the Far East freight fleet patent.

The Shangri-La Hotel Group is also a key player in Robert Kuok's business empire.

In the early 70s, Robert Kuok was keenly aware that Singapore's tourism industry had great potential, and the hotel industry was closely related to the tourism industry. So in 1971, he invested in the establishment of the th luxury hotel in Singapore, named "Shangri-La".

From then on, Robert Kuok made a massive move into the hotel industry and was unstoppable. He established Shangri-La Hotels in Malaysia, Thailand, Hong Kong, Fiji, Seoul, the Philippines and mainland China, as well as the Rasa Sayang Hotel and the Kanta Hotel in Penang, Malaysia.

So, after the title of "Sugar King", he also won the title of "Hotel King" in Southeast Asia.

In front of such a giant, Fang Feihong is just a younger brother's younger brother, or even not in the same league at all.

Once he had the opportunity to visit the private car collection of Mr. Guo, the richest man in China. There were thirteen priceless antique cars, each of which was worth over one million yuan, more expensive than many new limited edition luxury cars. This left Fang Feihong stunned.

According to Guo, many of the antique cars here are not available even if you have money! Because they are either out of production or used by historical celebrities, they have historical and collection significance.

It can be said that the antique cars are what men dream of owning, but he also knows that he can only dream about them in this lifetime.

Everyone started talking, "Boss Fang will definitely be able to open it in his lifetime."

"Yeah, they're just a few antique cars, a millionaire can afford them!"

Fang Feihong shook his head and smiled, "You don't know this, super good antique cars are hard to come by. To be more precise, many of them cannot be bought even if you have money! Because you like it, others like it too. Those who can afford antique cars have a net worth of at least hundreds of millions!"

"Wow, that's not so exaggerated, is it?"

"Hundreds of millions? Something that only billionaires can play with?"

"It seems that we are really short-sighted. Let's ask the fat piglet if it is true."

Everyone turned their eyes to the fat piglet.

Fatty works in a car dealership and is the top salesperson there, so he must know a lot.

Fang Feihong also looked at the fat pig.

The fat piglet coughed and said hurriedly, "What Mr. Fang said is true! Real rich people don't drive luxury cars like this, but collect those super valuable antique cars! For example, not long ago, Christie's auctioned a special car used by British Prime Minister Churchill, and the car was sold for 3.8 million!"

boom!
The scene exploded.

"What? Three million eight hundred thousand?"

“How much does a car cost?”

“Oh my god, rich people are so awesome!”

Everyone was amazed.

Only at this moment did they realize how big the gap was between them and the real rich people.

I thought Fang Feihong was already a big boss, but it turns out he can't even afford an antique car.

The beautiful Zhuo Tingting was also secretly shocked at this moment. She was in the cosmetics business and had come into contact with many wealthy people. Only now did she realize that rich people were divided into many different levels.

People like this who can afford antique cars must be the best of the best.

Seeing that he had shocked everyone, the fat piglet was very proud and exaggerated, "Well, it's a pity that I was not eligible to participate in that auction. Only people with status and position in Hong Kong could participate, either rich people or high-ranking officials. But according to gossip, the car was a 1939 Daimler DB18 soft-top convertible--"

The fat pig swallowed his saliva, his face beaming with joy: "Daimler planned to build 23 such cars, but only completed production of 8 by the end of the war. Four of them were destroyed by bombs, one was severely damaged and sold as scrap, and the other two were missing. Therefore, Prime Minister Churchill's car became the only remaining 'survivor', and its value can be imagined-"

Everyone was amazed again.

Even Fang Feihong had a look of longing on his face and could only stare at such an antique car with envy.

Seeing that everyone was on suspense, the fat piglet smiled proudly: "Okay, let's get to the point! Remember it well, what was the license plate number of that convertible? Oh, right, it's EKV881!"

"Wow, even the license plate number is so good!"

"Yeah! A super vintage car must have a license plate!"

"Eighty-eighty, it sounds smooth!"

"He's the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, of course he needs a good license plate!"

Everyone started talking again.

Everyone's face was flushed and they were very excited. Even if they couldn't see such an antique car in person, it was worth it to hear about it.

Guan Jiahui's expression was very strange at the moment. She looked at Du Yongxiao and was about to say, "The license plate number of the old car we drove when we came here seems to be this..."
At this time, the waiter knocked on the door and asked politely: "Excuse me, everyone, who owns the convertible with license plate number EKV881 at the door? Could you please move it? It's blocking the space-——"

Suddenly——
Everyone at the scene was stunned and there was silence.

(End of this chapter)