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Feie Mountain.

A dirt and gravel path that runs along the ridge, marked as a pedestrian walkway on the official map, is less than 3 meters wide, with many gravel and sharp bends. It is only used by pedestrians and military jeeps occasionally. It is not paved with asphalt or concrete and is not a "normally passable" road for vehicles.

Near the top of the mountain, in front of a landslide and rubble, a brand-new Ford 1949 was parked. The car was probably newly bought, as there was no license plate on the back. However, a woman was lying on the trunk, swaying and screaming in pain.

Halfway up the mountain, a brand-new, gleaming Mercedes-Benz 220 drove towards the summit.

On the driver's side window, a delicate, white hand rested, a cigarette between the fingers. Peering into the car through the hand, one could see a fashionable young woman in her early twenties sitting in the driver's seat, wearing a sleeveless white shirt, flared trousers with a cinched waist, and moccasins.

She wore a large hoop earring on her left ear, one hand rested on the steering wheel, her upper body swayed and twisted, her long, wavy hair swayed back and forth, and she hummed "Going West".

“Together!”

"We will learn and teach."

“Together!”

“Change our pace of life.”

“Together!”

"We will work and strive."

*Pop, pop*—A bubble bursts from the mouth of a fashionable woman just as the man feels he can't hold onto it anymore.

She turned to look at the passenger seat. "Bi Ting, why are you looking so down?"

The girl named Biting didn't reply. She opened the bag on her lap, took out a folded newspaper, tore off a wide strip at random, and bent the strip into a U-shape with her two thumbs and two middle fingers. Holding it in one hand, she took out a metal tobacco box from her bag with the other, pressed a button, and the lid popped open, pouring out some dry leaves into the U-shape.

Shake it a few times to spread the dry leaves evenly, then twist the strip of paper into a trumpet shape; pinch off a little from the thinner end to expose a vent; put it in your mouth, take out a Zippo from your bag, click, and the flame ignites.

He took a deep breath, slumped back in his chair, and after a moment, exhaled a cloud of white smoke thicker than a cigarette.

Bi Ting took another drag and handed the self-rolled cigarette in her hand to the fashionable woman in the driver's seat, "Wan Yi, try it, it's more satisfying than cigarettes."

Wanyi withdrew her hand from the car window, raised the cigarette between her fingers, and said, "I'll smoke this."

Bi Ting didn't say anything, withdrew her hand, and took another breath.

Wanyi hummed "Going West" again, adding a little more pressure to the accelerator. The wheels ran over the gravel, making hissing, clattering, and crackling sounds, as well as short, explosive "bangs" as the gravel was sent flying.

Upon reaching a sharp bend, Wanyi smoothly navigated the turn with both hands on the steering wheel, then looked ahead to survey the road conditions, where a Ford 1949 came into view.

She shouted excitedly, "Biting, Biting, get the camera, quick, get the camera! Someone's having sex in the field—"

Bi Ting sprang up, glanced ahead, then immediately twisted her body backward, reached for the camera from the back seat, opened the box, took out the camera, lifted the lens cap, and focused—all in one smooth motion.

Click, click, click, the index finger presses rapidly, the thumb moves the film advance lever, and the camera captures the shooting speed of the video camera.

"Find a better angle."

"What a perky butt, let's get a close-up."

"Shut up."

"..."

The car made quite a racket, the camera shutter clicks and the excited chatter were very loud, naturally startling the wild mandarin ducks.

The man took a step back, withdrawing from the fight. The city gate closed, and he picked up the holster on the trunk lid, drew his .38 rifle, turned around, glanced at the Mercedes 220, raised the gun above his head, and pulled the trigger.

boom.

He lowered his hand, held the gun with both hands, and aimed it at the Mercedes 220, making sure he saw two women sitting inside.

“I am a Royal Hong Kong Police officer. I suspect you of involvement in drug smuggling and trafficking. Turn off the engine, hand over your identification, and get out of the vehicle for inspection.”

The two lovers were none other than Xian Yaowu and flight attendant Anita Lee. After finishing his business, he, who only had goldfish at home, was filled with passion. He took Anita to fulfill his promise to buy a car yesterday. After buying the car, he drove the new car to Fei Ngo Shan to find some romance. Who would have thought that other cars would come up there?

They came, they looked, they even took pictures.

The Mercedes 220, the two women were quite attractive and had impressive manners; their family backgrounds were probably not ordinary, so it wouldn't be easy to kill them to cover it up.

Just now, he had the idea of ​​killing someone to cover it up. If the person who came was to die, Anita would also have to die. If this "careless and sloppy" thing got back to the prince's ears, he would be dead for sure.

The outdoor sex was just for fun, and the prince wouldn't say anything. But if someone took pictures of it, it would be embarrassing and make the Sin family a laughing stock, which would be a big problem for him.

"He...he fired the gun," Wanyi stammered, her voice trembling.

Bi Ting, who had just acted like a depraved insect, was much calmer than her. She put down her camera, gently stroked her plaid cheongsam, and calmly said, "It's alright. A lousy cop wouldn't dare to do anything to us. Let's get out of the car and see what he's up to."

With comfort, Wanyi calmed down, and the two of them got out of the car one on each side, instinctively gathering together in front of the car.

At this critical moment, Xian Yaowu had already figured out how to end this matter. If he couldn't silence them, he had to ensure that their mouths wouldn't talk nonsense.

"Turn around and lie down on the hood of the car."

"I……"

"Shut up, turn around, and lie down on the hood of the car," Xian Yaowu shouted as he approached.

The two women exchanged a glance and decided to obey first. They turned around one after the other, placed their hands on the hood of the car, but did not lie down.

Xian Yaowu glanced at the two women's shapely buttocks, then smashed Wanyi's neck with the butt of his rifle. Wanyi's legs went weak and she fell down, but Xian Yaowu caught her and leaned her against the hood of the car.

Upon seeing this, Biting's pupils widened, her excitement overshadowed by the dried leaves, which couldn't mask her fear.

Xian Yaowu put away his gun, grabbed the back of her neck with his large hand, and pushed her forward, shoving her face down against the front of the car. He then tore open her cheongsam from the high slit.

"You look, fine, but you have to take pictures too. You like taking pictures, huh? I'll let you take as many as you want later. Anita, come here, get the camera from the car."

As he spoke, his hands continued to move. Biting was terrified and shouted, "What are you doing? My surname is Guo, and Guo Chunyang is my grandfather."

"It's too late to introduce yourself now."

"Ah~ You beast, stop, stop!"

After listening to the conversation and figuring out what was going on, Anita wanted to advise Xian Yaowu not to do anything excessive, but when she heard Biting claim to be Guo Chunyang's granddaughter, she shut her mouth and quickened her pace to get her camera.

There is a street called Chun Yeung Street in North Point, which is named after Kwok Chun Yeung.

Looking at Zhong Jieling's expression, Cen Peipei said, "It seems you haven't paid attention to this. You can check it out when you have time. The Guo family of Yong'an is having some cash flow problems. At this time, it's not impossible for them to invest in Yong'an Insurance."

Zhong Jieling understood the warning in Cen Peipei's words. She had the idea of ​​entering the insurance industry, but she didn't understand the overall situation and had selfish motives related to Chaozhou. She was not good at doing things, but her selfishness was quite strong.

She was speechless, which led to the mention of South China Insurance, mainly because of selfish motives.

Cen Peipei was well aware of Zhong Jieling's "restlessness." Of the four members of the second branch of the family, only she was clear about and persistent in her desire for the second branch to maintain its independence within the united Xian family, and she always had the idea of ​​fighting for the interests of the second branch.

But the master had already said that this sister-in-law was a specialist, not a generalist; her talents weren't enough to support the independence of the second branch of the family. The best arrangement was for her to manage the Xian family's legal affairs. However, people never learn until they hit a wall, and it was clear that Zhong Jieling wouldn't settle down until she had suffered a few setbacks.

Once the water boiled, Cen Peipei took two Huizhou imperial chrysanthemums and brewed chrysanthemum tea for Zhong Jieling.

"Let's learn more about the situation in Nanhua. The family has a good income from rent, and they already own quite a few properties. They can get a considerable loan by mortgaging them at the bank. If it's suitable, it wouldn't be a bad idea to take over Nanhua."

“Sister-in-law, ‘household expenses’ are meant to supplement household income. Isn’t it inappropriate to make such risky investments? Besides, this is a serious matter. It would be better to report it to my elder brother.”

Cen Peipei placed the teacup next to Zhong Jieling and said with a light laugh, "It is time to tell the master that the Xian family's wealth is not much, only two or three million. A business deal worth several million is not something that we women can decide on in a casual conversation."

As soon as she finished speaking, the shop assistant came in.

"Boss, Chen Qiongyun, the old lady from the Guo family on Chunyang Street, and her daughter Guo Biwan want to see you."

Upon hearing this, Cen Peipei asked in surprise, "Do the Xian family and the Guo family have any connection?"

She sorted through her thoughts and realized that there was some overlap. The Tiangong Nightclub, which competed with Lizhi Garden, was an affiliated property of Yueyuan, which in turn was invested and built by Guo's Zhenxiang Real Estate.

However, the Guo family should have realized that Ritz Garden was not the property of the Xian family. The patriarch was just a professional manager. Logically, if there was anything to discuss, they would go directly to the patriarch and not to her, a family member.

Her thoughts drifted far away, to 1860, the year Guo Chunyang was born. He lost his father at a young age and grew up with his grandmother, often going hungry, sometimes eating only one meal a day or even going three days without food.

He finally turned eighteen, and his fortunes turned around. His uncle, Guo Hedong, who had ventured to Java in his early years, sounded the horn for making a fortune. He rushed to join him. Guo Hedong treated him well and helped him out. This help led to him becoming a sugar king.

By the 1910s, Guo Chunyang had become a compliant citizen of Dadaocheng under Japanese rule, having previously been from Fujian. He received considerable help from the Japanese and made some powerful Japanese friends. In addition to his sugar business, he also added a tea business. During World War I, he became the richest Taiwanese person in Indonesia, ranking alongside Huang Zhonghan, Huang Yizhu, and Zhang Shenglong as one of the four great sugar kings.

In the 1920s, the Guo Chunyang family reached its peak of power. After several battles with the Japanese and Dutch in the sugar industry, Guo Chunyang knew that Indonesia was not a place to stay for long. In addition, he was getting old, so he took a trip to Gulangyu Island, built several Western-style houses and competed with other compatriots who had made their fortunes overseas. Then he came to Hong Kong, acquired the land on Chunyang Street, and prepared to build a refined sugar factory.

However, the plan was not realized due to unforeseen circumstances. Coupled with the subsequent plunge in sugar prices, the death of his eldest son, Guo Shuangjiao, in Indonesia, and Guo Chunyang's exhaustion, the Guo family entered a period of decline—the Indonesian sugar business collapsed, Guo Chunyang passed away in 1935, and the assets in Fujian were confiscated during the War of Resistance against Japan; only the tea business in Taiwan remained operational. (End of Chapter)