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There are 18 administrative districts in Hong Kong.

Zhang Yuan is now heading to an area called Mid-Levels.

It just so happens that the famous place in this belt area is not an administrative district, but a gathering place of luxury homes in the Central and Western Districts.

The Mid-Levels area is divided into Mid-Levels West, Mid-Levels Central and Mid-Levels East.

When people in Hong Kong refer to the Mid-Levels, they mostly refer to the Eastern Mid-Levels, where there are Mount Braemar and Mount Parker.

However, Zhang Yuan is currently located in the West Mid-Levels, which is quieter than the East Mid-Levels, but is also full of luxury villas.

Ding Dong!

Outside the pure white iron gate, Zhang Yuan got out of the car, pressed the doorbell, and then waited.

Soon, a middle-aged woman who looked like a maid came to open the door and greeted him in Cantonese.

Hong Kong is famous for its high land prices.

But even so, all the way up the mountain, there are luxury villas of hundreds or thousands of square meters on both sides of the road.

Some have not only their own swimming pools, but also full-size tennis courts.

Compared with the poor people in the old city who live like pigeon cages, it is really two different worlds.

Zhang Yuan recalled the situation in the imperial capital. There were many small courtyards in the urban area where eight families lived. Each family had only ten square meters of space. Over trivial matters, a "courtyard full of birds" could be filled with people.

He could understand it, because anyone who lived such a hard life would go crazy.

Life is dark and gloomy, so let's not talk about propriety, integrity, quality and morality.

Especially since I now live in a large yard of more than 1,000 square meters and have two or three aunts to serve me, I have no right to blame those who live below the poverty line.

But when he arrived at Mr. Jin's house, he discovered.

The poor person is actually me!
That big house...

Not to mention the gardens in front and back.

The whole villa is built with its back to the mountain.

This is called "having a backer"

Standing at the door, you can see the sea from the hillside.

This is called "wealth comes with water".

After entering the gate, there is a Western-style fountain in the front yard.

When they arrived at the door of the house, the servant pushed open the solid wooden door, and two women dressed in hotel waitress-like clothes nodded to welcome them on each side.

This scene...

At first glance, the decoration of this house is very Hong Kong style.

Except for the marble that can be seen everywhere.

The wall decorations, overhead chandeliers, and various handrails and door handles are all golden.

The taste of old capitalism is so authentic!
And there were five or six servants that he could see with his own eyes.

Kitchen, garden and surely more.

It is said that Hong Kong is a paradise for the rich. The Magic City is far inferior to it.

Just to say one thing, in mainland China, unless you are a foreigner or a Hong Konger, you are not allowed to hire Filipino maids.

The professional skills of Filipino maids are world-renowned.

And the salary is relatively not too high, and the middle class in Hong Kong can easily hire them.

In mainland China, if you employ ten or eight nannies and people find out, you will likely be criticized to the point of becoming autistic.

It's perfectly normal here.

And Mr. Jin owns more than one property. He has six or seven mansions in Hong Kong alone.

In 98, I bought a villa in Yuhang, but I never lived in it for a single day and just left it there.

Over the years, the value of that house has increased by 5 to 60 times.

Why do the rich get richer?

People just invest and then do nothing and they can easily gain more wealth.

"Welcome, welcome." At this time, a tall and thin middle-aged woman with ordinary looks and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses came to Zhang Yuan.

"Hello, Mrs. Jin." Zhang Yuan greeted politely.

This is Mr. Jin’s third wife, Lin Leyi.

To be honest, this person's figure and temperament are very ordinary.

In the final analysis, it is actually a gold digger who got to the top.

There is a 29-year age difference between her and Mr. Jin!
A few years ago, Mr. Jin's eldest son committed suicide.

This incident was a huge blow to Mr. Jin!

He is the eldest son.

He was placed with high hopes and received intensive training since childhood.

He could recite Three Character Classic at the age of four and published articles at the age of 11.

Just listen to his name, Cha Chuanxia.

It has been passed down as a legend, which shows how much importance it takes.

But to be honest, Mr. Jin is also responsible for the suicide of his eldest son.

People who are familiar with Mr. Jin know that his dream lover is Hong Kong actress Xia Meng.

The characters of Xiaolongnu and Wang Yuyan were both created based on Xia Meng.

At that time, Mr. Jin had been having a long-term conflict with his second wife, and he went to a coffee shop every day to chat with a waitress.

My good friend Ni Kuang said personally that the waitress looked like Xia Meng.

When his wife found out about this, she took a tough stance and filed for divorce.

However, since he was a child, Bao was controlled by his strong parents and was often caught between them. After seeing his parents arguing for a long time, he became more mentally fragile because he was naturally sensitive.

When his parents were getting divorced, his girlfriend, whom he met while studying abroad at Columbia University, broke up with him.

The eldest son, unable to bear the two difficulties, committed suicide.

Mr. Jin was very sad after hearing this and went to the bar all day to relieve his sorrow.

And this Lin Leyi is the waiter in that bar.

Mr. Jin just loves waitresses…

This person doesn't look like Xia Meng. Her appearance and temperament are far inferior.

However, she appeared when Mr. Jin was most sad and vulnerable, and gave him encouragement and companionship.

He was only in his early twenties at the time, but his rank was already very high.

Not long after we met, Mr. Jin fell ill, perhaps due to worry.

The third wife took the initiative to go to the hospital to take care of the patient.

After Mr. Jin recovered, this person not only did not take the opportunity to have further contact with him, but turned around and left.

He left after taking care of her, keeping his achievements to himself, which touched Mr. Jin...

Just tell me how high the level of this tactic of playing hard to get is!

Why does the prince have to find Cinderella?

It’s because the other party turned around and left after meeting each other.

This trick is so clever!

Mr. Jin took the initiative to come to her and proposed to her.

Lin Leyi hesitated again, said she would think about it, and kept Mr. Jin in suspense for a while.

After she reluctantly agreed after a while, Mr. Jin was overjoyed and they got married and held the wedding ceremony immediately.

This kind of extreme pulling is not something that ordinary people can do.

It's easy to get out of control if you're just a little bit off.

After marriage, this guy is quite good and is by my side almost all the time.

A few days ago, Zhang Yuan spoke to Mr. Jin's assistant on the phone to explain the situation.

Now seeing this lady personally leading him to the study, Zhang Yuan knew that what he came to do was basically accomplished.

Since it's basically done, he's not in a hurry anymore.

"Zhang Yuan is here." Mr. Jin no longer needs a wheelchair at home.

He was standing in front of an old mahogany desk, practicing calligraphy with great enthusiasm.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the table. Judging from its style and carvings, it was an old Qing Dynasty product that was at least a hundred years old.

I thought that maybe it was the batch that Tang Seng’s wife brought back then.

But this is not uncommon.

Boss Chen still uses his connections to trade old rosewood items during special periods.

Those brave people in later generations even dared to move the national treasures from the Palace Museum out.

"Come on, come on, write a few and see if you have made any progress recently."

The last time I came to Hong Kong, Mr. Jin and I used calligraphy and painting to satirize the bearded man who had no martial ethics.

It was also from then on that Mr. Jin knew that he could write.

So the reason for coming here today is to exchange calligraphy.

Being invited, Zhang Yuan did not hesitate to pick up a wolf hair brush and dip it in ink.

After a little thought, he wrote four large regular script characters on the white paper.

"Chivalrous and tender."

The third wife was also there with him.

She didn't have much attainment in calligraphy, but even though she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run.

"He writes very well." Mrs. Jin said to her husband sideways.

"Yes, it's good for his age."

"But I think, good handwriting is more important than the content of the writing, right?" Mrs. Jin muttered with a smile.

Mr. Jin also nodded.

This kid asked me to do something for him, he is praising me.

Give me a compliment.

Chivalrous and tender...

Mr. Jin had already learned from him that the male lead of his next adaptation had been in a car accident, and he also knew that the copyright for their play was running out.

This is actually Boss Cai’s fault.

Procrastinating and taking extreme measures.

We bought the copyright for two years in total. The crew started filming in August and the copyright expired at the end of October.

Isn’t this causing trouble for yourself?

If anything unexpected happens, it will exceed the time limit.

Mr. Jin thought that chivalrous was a compliment to me, and gentle was probably because he hoped that I would give the crew and actors a chance for the sake of the work and his face.

"Good, well written." Mr. Jin stepped forward, and his wife peeled off the rice paper and laid a new one on top.

Mr. Jin also picked up his pen and wrote four big characters.

"High sentiments and deep friendship".

Clap, clap, clap...Zhang Yuan immediately smiled and clapped.

"Good words, good words."

This is a compliment to me... He knows what's going on.

It is said that the fact that he came all the way to Hong Kong to plead for his friend is a sign of his loyalty.

Mrs. Jin secretly rolled her eyes.

You men are just playing the hero-respecting-hero drama for no reason.

If you have something to say, why not just say it?

Zhang Yuan also wanted to speak frankly, isn’t it that your old man still acts like a cultured person?

There is nothing else to do next, just practice writing.

One painting after another, studying while writing.

From time to time, Mr. Jin would take out a few ancient calligraphy books that he had found from somewhere, and they looked very valuable.

Zhang Yuan almost couldn't control his right hand after seeing this.

For two or three hours, we didn't talk about anything serious.

Mrs. Jin watched from the side and praised Zhang Yuan for his good composure in her heart.

Although he is young, he is calm and composed, and looks like he is here for fun.

No wonder my old man likes him.

By dinner time, the old man felt a little tired, so he invited him to the tea room for tea.

After drinking a few cups, Mr. Jin finally spoke calmly.

"I already know what you said."

"Huace gave me a deposit before."

“Now I have returned it to the other party.”

Mr. Jin is not short of money.

The copyright of his works is not lacking in buyers.

Back then, the copyright of "Swordsman" was sold to CCTV for only one dollar. They really know how to behave.

"Like this." Mr. Jin glanced at his wife.

The man went out immediately and returned to the two of them with an agreement shortly afterwards.

"Take this agreement back and give it to Sugar Man."

“I’ll give them a one-year extension.”

"Okay, I'll go back and talk to Tang Ren and ask them to transfer the copyright fee as soon as possible, and it will be based on the price Huace will give you later."

"Ah..." Mr. Jin waved his hand: "Let's not talk about money."

“Just think of it as me supporting young actors.”

"Mr. Jin, your reputation for deep friendship will surely spread far and wide..."

"Hehehe..." Old Jin grinned foolishly.

People will always ask for what they lack.

The same is true for Mr. Jin.

The chivalry he described in his writing was something he himself did not possess.

So he is very famous.

Abbreviated as good face.

For people who like to face, just give them enough face and everything can be negotiated.

We chatted for a while and then stayed for a quick meal.

Their simple meal... there were three of us including him, so there were twelve dishes.

There is also a soup and a dessert.

Zhang Yuan felt that he was being corrupted by the luxurious life of capitalism.

After eating, we chatted for a while while picking our teeth.

"Mr. Jin, I have a small request."

"what's up?"

"Can you also write a couplet for the seriously injured Hu Ge?"

Mr. Jin thought for a moment and said, "Let's go!"

He then got up and went back to the study.

Zhang Yuan took the initiative to help him grind the paper, and Mr. Jin wrote fluently.

"I wish Mr. Hugo a speedy recovery."

This is written quite straightforwardly.

Let the ink dry and roll it up.

After thanking him again, Zhang Yuancai was personally escorted by Mrs. Jin and left the mansion with the old man before going to bed.

As I walked out the door, I raised my arm and looked at my watch.

It’s just half past eight.

The old man goes to bed early.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yuan got into the rented car: "It's really hard to play wits with an old man."

After giving the driver an address, he led his assistant to a luxurious restaurant in Central.

Walk straight into the reserved private room.

"Hua brother!"

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Liu Dehua who had already arrived.

"Come on, come on, sit down quickly."

"I'm the host today, order whatever you want."

"Crazy Stone" made money, and Brother Hua himself is generous, and now he is even more generous.

"This is Director Er."

"This is Director Chen."

In addition to Brother Hua, Derek Yee and Chen Kexin were also present.

Greeted them by shaking hands.

Zhang Yuan thought that since he was already in Hong Kong, he might as well meet with the senior management of "The Disciples" in advance and have a meal with them.

Originally, these two big Hong Kong directors thought that they had to wait so late to meet a young actor.

The scene was too grand.

But after Brother Hua told them that Zhang Yuan was going to Jin Yong, the two of them kept silent.

What else is there to say?

Mr. Jin’s reputation is indeed greater than ours.

Besides, Er Dongsheng had starred in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" when he was young, and he played the leading male role Zhang Wuji.

With this connection, it is even harder to say anything.

"Wow, you guys have no idea, he's really good."

“It’s very popular in the mainland.”

"I just finished acting in a play by Zhang Yimou."

Brother Hua started to praise very tactfully.

The two directors were also quite kind, but only superficially.

After all, it's not clear how much he weighs.

"He's quite handsome."

After drinking a few more glasses of red wine and getting a little tipsy, Er Dongsheng gradually became familiar with him and spoke.

“Same as when I was young.”

"Tsk!" His good friend Chen Kexin beside him made a sarcastic nasal sound.

You old man are just praising yourself.

He looked up at the table again.

Zhang Yuan, Liu Dehua, Er Dongsheng... and I are the least attractive people at the table, right?

Then I go?
But to be honest, Director Er did look pretty good when he was young.

Among the three brothers Paul Chun, David Chiang and Derek Yee, only Paul Chun's appearance is not so good, while the other two were handsome young men when they were young.

But this is very strange. Paul Chun and David Chiang are obviously the same father, but their looks are several levels lower.

And Paul Chun and David Chiang’s surname should actually be Na, that is, Na Ying’s Na, because their biological father is the old emperor of the Bordered Yellow Banner.

After a few more drinks, someone suddenly came late.

"Sorry, the flight is delayed."

A tall woman with shiny black hair in a ponytail knocked on the door and entered the private room.

"Oh, welcome." Er Dongsheng stood up to greet him.

The visitor is none other than Song Jia, a talented actress who was born in the black soil of Northeast China... (End of this chapter)