Mixed in 1980

Chapter 309 Going back for revenge
As Chen Fan flipped through the newspaper, he frowned.

In recent years, I have kept a very low profile in Hong Kong and rarely make public appearances, but with the soaring property market, I am still mentioned by the media from time to time.

The housing market is experiencing insane price increases!
The price of ordinary housing has risen to HK$3500 per square foot, compared to only HK$300-400 per square foot during the crash in 1982.

The price of luxury homes has risen to HK$5500 per square foot.

Against this backdrop, as Hong Kong's largest land supplier, it's hard for Chen Fan to avoid being mentioned, and he's often criticized.

This article details Chen Fan's profits from real estate projects, and his enormous assets undoubtedly make him the richest man in Hong Kong.

They are also the most likely to be targeted by kidnappers!
At the end of the article, Zeng Ali and Zhao Yuanyuan are also mentioned. One is the founder of Lululemon, who owns multiple luxury brands; the other is the founder of Luoshen, who controls many anti-aging related projects.

"Have you found out who it is?"

"We have investigated all the editors and chief editors of the relevant newspapers, but their statements are very consistent. They all say that the orders came from above, and these newspapers are all controlled by British capital."

"The British are behind this?" Chen Fan frowned.

"Most likely yes."

"Go outside and get me a cigarette from one of the employees."

Zhou Wenya went out and quickly returned with a pack of opened cigarettes and a lighter. Chen Fan lit one and gently tapped the table: "What's the British guy's motive?"

"I really couldn't tell!" Zhou Wenya said with a wry smile.

In recent years, Spark Investment has focused its efforts on projects in the Soviet Union and has not made any major moves in Hong Kong, nor has it had any conflicts with the UK.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Wenya added, "The British did this out of the blue, and we don't know what their motives are. It looks like they're deliberately trying to disgust people."

Intentionally trying to disgust people?
The British are capable of such things; their reputation as troublemakers in Europe is well-deserved, especially after their national power declined and they withdrew from various colonies, always doing disgusting things along the way.

Chen Fan has repeatedly disrespected the British and caused them considerable trouble. Now that he has an opportunity, he can stir up trouble for them, which the British will surely be happy to do.

Anyway, it doesn't cost much.

If some reckless robber were to actually kill Chen Fan, Hong Kong's business landscape would immediately undergo a major transformation, which is something everyone would like to see.

Hong Kong is too small, yet Chen Fan possesses too much of it.

Especially in recent years, Hong Kong's economy has grown very rapidly, and the assets that Chen Fan acquired back then are now seeing their market value soar.

Even the most unassuming retail business, Chinatown Supermarket, is now developing extremely rapidly, with its stores in Hong Kong now reaching 198.

To become the undisputed retail leader in Hong Kong!
The downfall of Chen Fan could feed many people, which is the main reason why Hong Kong's wealthy remain silent when facing media reports.

The most important reason is that Chen Fan is too selfish!

His company has concentrated shareholdings and is not listed on the stock exchange. He only cares about pleasing himself, leaving no benefit for others. Envious of him, they naturally wish for his demise.

Over the years, Chen Fan has never integrated into Hong Kong's business district, and to this day, many people believe that he looks down on Hong Kong's business district.

Chen Fan closed his eyes and finished a cigarette: "The reason is no longer important. The damage has already been done. The next thing to consider is how to get revenge."

“Give Hua San and Da Liu a call and tell them to come back to Hong Kong when they have time. Tell them not to rush and to take care of things with the former Soviet Union first.”

“Yes, Mr. Chen!” Zhou Wenya replied.

After Zhou Wenya left, Chen Fan put the newspaper aside, went to the rest area to make tea, lit a cigarette, and frowned as he pondered things.

Miss Zhao sat down and took a sip of tea: "There's no need to worry. Our security is top-notch. If anyone dares to show up, they're just asking for trouble."

"Aren't you afraid?" Chen Fan asked in surprise.

Ms. Zhao dislikes Hong Kong and is unwilling to come here, which is directly related to the kidnapping case she was involved in; the psychological trauma has not completely subsided.

"Of course I'm worried, but I'm not scared. If something were to happen to our security, none of Hong Kong's tycoons would survive. It's just that this kind of thing is a real headache."

Miss Zhao put down her teacup and stretched: "How do you plan to get revenge?"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes: "Harvest!"

Miss Zhao's eyes lit up: "Like harvesting the Soviet Union? Tearing Britain apart?"

Chen Fan's forehead swelled with anger: "My dear wife, you think too highly of me. Although Britain has fallen on hard times, it has also had its glory days. It's already quite good that we can use financial means to cut its losses."

Miss Zhao said sullenly, "That makes sense."

Chen Fan stubbed out his cigarette and took a sip of water: "After taking over the company, we'll raise funds and do something big again. We'll make Britain bleed."

"Alright!" Miss Zhao rubbed her hands together.

She wasn't very interested in running a real business, but she really enjoyed making money in finance. From trading futures in the early days to profiting from Japanese investors later on, she made quite a bit of money.

Chen Fan shook his head and pinched his wife's cheek: "So greedy for money, and so lazy, you're truly a rare breed in this world."

Miss Zhao chuckled and kissed him on the lips: "My ideal is to be a rich salted fish, not a rich ox or horse."

"Hey lazy girl, let's get to work!"

"Hate!"

She glared at her husband, then continued looking at the documents.

Before leaving get off work, he approached Zhou Wenya again and asked her to help him register an investment company.

Compared to Zeng Ali, Zhao's experience in setting up her investment company went relatively smoothly, as all her employees were transferred from Xinghuo Investment.

This group of people was originally recruited to manage Luoshen. There is not much investment value for them to stay with Xinghuo. It would be better for them to follow the new boss, where the salary remains the same and they are more familiar with the work.

Luo Shen's condition has stabilized, and there aren't many things to worry about. For the next few days, Miss Zhao will focus more on her anti-aging treatment. "It just doesn't seem reliable!"

After reviewing the information, Ms. Zhao frowned. Procedures like facelifts, laser treatments, and hyaluronic acid injections were not anti-aging treatments at all, but rather cosmetic procedures.

Miss Zhao was not interested in any of these things.

Ironically, these projects were all successful, resulting in the development of numerous technologies and equipment, good sales, and surprisingly substantial profits.

Miss Zhao's lips twitched. This was not her intention, but the project was profitable and the profits were substantial. She couldn't just cut it off, could she?

"Forget it, never mind!"

Ms. Zhao tossed the documents aside and took out some actual anti-aging projects, which were progressing rather slowly.

True anti-aging is inherently difficult!

Ms. Zhao did not insist, but simply increased her investment. These projects were not important at the moment, as she had just turned 30 and looked very young.

If you put on a school uniform, tie your hair in a big ponytail, and don't even need makeup, you can stand at the school gate and 100% of people will think you are a college student.

Healthy eating, skincare, traditional Chinese medicine, and moderate exercise... these are things that my family has been adhering to for years, including Zeng Ali, Xu Jinqiu, and the elders.

Among the elders in the family, Li Xiuzhen is in the best condition. She seems to have frozen in time over the past ten years and still looks very young.

If she maintains her current state, Ms. Zhao believes she should be able to stay younger than Aunt Li for much longer and won't have to worry about anti-aging for the next twenty years.

Twenty years from now, the technology might have made a breakthrough.

She shared her thoughts with Chen Fan, who simply said, "A good mindset is the most important thing. Being happy keeps you young; everything else is secondary."

Miss Zhao pouted, "How could it be useless?"
I take good care of myself; I look like I'm in my twenties even though I'm thirty. Compared to my peers, I'm in much better shape.

"The three of us sisters will still be as beautiful as flowers when we're fifty, except for someone..."

As he spoke, he extended a finger, bent it, straightened it, and then quickly bent it again: "Haha..."

"Miss Zhao, you deserve a beating!"

He stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Zhao blushed and quickly begged for mercy, "Chen Fan, don't be crazy, we're in the office."

I heard the word "office"!

Chen Fan's heart fluttered: "My little wife, we haven't tried this in the office yet. Let's experience it today and see what it's like."

Miss Zhao shuddered: "Are you crazy?"

"Try it!"

"Try it out, let me go, waah..."

……

After a long while, Ms. Zhao, her face flushed, finished dressing and sat weakly on the sofa, spitting at her husband: "Shameless!"

"That's not what you said just now."

"Stinking rogue!"

After resting for a while and regaining her strength, Ms. Zhao opened the window to air out the room, glared at her husband, and then continued reading the documents.

I was just too tired to muster any energy.

After a short while, he put down the documents, lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep, only to be woken up by Chen Fan when it was time to leave work.

I followed them downstairs and into the car in a daze, and only when I got home and my stomach started growling did I regain my senses and hurry to eat dinner.

After dinner, Miss Zhao brought out the camera.

It's been over three years since I last came to Hong Kong, and it's just been gathering dust here. After a quick clean, I'm starting to feel a bit disgusted. After all these years, it's time for a new model.

"Will you come with me to the electronics market tomorrow?"

"Not going to work?"

"It's important to balance work and rest. After working non-stop for so many days, it's time to relax and maybe go shopping and buy some new clothes."

The clothes Zhao was wearing were all the latest styles, but they weren't bought by herself; they were all sent over by others, and most of them were from brands under Li Hongying's company.

There's also Lululemon's women's clothing.

As for yoga clothes, she wouldn't dare wear them out; they always felt strange. She could accept wearing them when practicing yoga at home.

But it's very popular in Hong Kong.

If you take a stroll in the park in the morning or evening, you can see many middle-income women wearing baseball caps and yoga clothes running.

After resting for a night, I slept in until 11:30. After lunch, I took Chen Fan out for afternoon tea. After going through all that, we went to the Central World.

"Miss Zhao, you're starting to act a bit bourgeois."

"It's a must-learn lesson for salted fish, and besides, I'm not a petty bourgeois, I'm a big capitalist, understand?" Miss Zhao raised her eyebrows and smiled smugly.

But there's nothing wrong with that statement; Luoshen's market value is not low.

After thinking for a moment, she teased, "Today, you're just carrying bags for the big capitalists. Hmm... which one is she? She looks familiar. No way, what's she doing here?"

(End of this chapter)