1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 45: Changing the Order
"Why go home? Aren't you going to sleep at my place tonight?"

He talks nonsense as soon as he opens his mouth. He is worthy of being called President Zhai.

Zhou Haimei blushed again: "Brother Ayuan, please don't talk nonsense. Even if I don't go home, I will... sleep in the lower bunk of Yaoyao."

"That's what I mean."

Zhai Yuan blinked curiously, and then an expression of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

He stared at her in disbelief. "You don't still want to sleep in the same bed with me, do you? Even though we have already met our parents, isn't this a little too fast?"

Zhou Haimei stamped her feet in anger, pinched his hand hard, pulled her hand out and put it behind her back, angrily saying, "I'm not going to pay attention to you anymore!"

My heart was pounding. He said he had met his parents. Does this statement indicate the relationship?
Although Zhou Haimei was only sixteen years old, she had already met many student couples in school and had received many love letters.

What's more, there is now a trend of Qiong Yao TV dramas sweeping across Hong Kong and Taiwan.

The little girl has a certain degree of ignorance and curiosity about love.

However, Zhou Haimei found the love letters sent by boys in school very boring, whether they were copied from Xu Zhimo's poems or grammatically incorrect confessions.

What a bunch of childish kids, no different from my little brother who just learned to walk.

"Then next time you want to talk to me, just call me cousin or brother Yuan. No need to be so formal."

Zhai Yuan said this with a smile, and imitated her voice by pinching his throat, calling her "Cousin Ayuan, cousin Ayuan".

Zhou Haimei patted his arm with a red face.

She mustered up her courage and looked at him, took a deep breath and asked, "Then I call you cousin, what is our relationship?"

Zhai Yuan smiled and thought, isn't this a sure thing?

But this question cannot be answered easily.

Sincerity plus any one of the cards is a royal flush, but playing it alone is a dead card.

You always say you can flirt with girls, have you seen me flirt with them? Young people should learn this!

He pretended to be confused: "Cousins~"

Zhou Haimei frowned, then asked expectantly, "What about Brother Yuan?"

Zhai Yuan pursed his lips and thought for a moment: "Well... they are all cousins!"

"Unlucky guy!" The expectation on Zhou Haimei's face disappeared in an instant.

After stepping lightly on Zhai Yuan's foot, she turned around and walked out of the mahogany partition, heading downstairs angrily.

He walked slowly, with one hand behind his back, as if waiting for someone to hold him.

Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds...

Half a minute passed, and Zhou Haimei had only moved a few meters, but Zhai Yuan behind her remained motionless.

With a trace of shame and anger on her face, she couldn't help but turn her head to look. The bad guy had returned to the tea table at some point and was waving at her with a smile.

"Cousin, what are you doing standing there? Did you drop something? I've made you some tea. Come and try it."

So angry!

Zhou Haimei clenched her fists and wondered if he would catch up with her if she left now.

But I didn't chase him just now~
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little depressed.

Zhou Haimei pouted and took strange steps, then returned to sit next to Zhai Yuan.

Anyway, I will ignore whatever he says later!
Well, ignore it!

"After we have some tea, I'll finish talking to them and take you to the seaside garden to see the sea, okay?"

"Okay!"

Zhou Haimei answered without hesitation.

Carlos Chan saw everything and seemed to know why his previous relationships had failed.

They are A Yuan who is sitting firmly on the throne, and my mother is in the position of this A's sister-in-law!
Liang Zhichao turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window, and only focused on showing off his roast goose. "Sorry, I was just dealing with some household chores. Let's continue."

Zhai Yuan smiled, then took Zhou Haimei's little hand under the table again, placed it on his leg, and stroked it gently.

It has become so natural that it becomes a matter of course.

"That's right, Ayuan."

Chen Jiale looked at Zhou Haimei in surprise, as her face was stern at one moment and red at another.

Retracting his gaze, he said to Zhai Yuan, "Didn't you ask us to rent public housing and try to open a video studio in each building? As a result, when I went to talk to the owner, I don't know which bastard leaked the news to Deng Zecheng. He even teamed up with the people from the Housing Department and said that we illegally rented public housing. All the six public housing units I rented earlier were returned. Now I don't know what to do."

Zhai Yuan frowned when he heard this. First it was the police force, and now it’s the Housing Department. This Deng Zecheng has quite a wide network of connections.

“Public housing in Hong Kong cannot be rented out?”

"I have asked lawyer Shen, and there is indeed such a clause in the procedure, because public housing is resettlement housing sold by the Hong Kong government to citizens at low prices, and private transactions are not allowed. Otherwise, the original application qualification will be revoked."

Chen Jiale said indignantly: "But since this article was issued, it has almost never been implemented. No one cares about the ordinary public housing rental, just like when we opened the video hall before. But Deng Zecheng is now holding on to this point and clearly forbids others to interfere in the video hall business."

"Didn't he also open two? Did the Housing Department only check us and not him?"

Zhai Yuan felt that if this was true, he would have to go to the Independent Commission Against Corruption and report the Housing Department for abusing their power.

Chen Jiale said helplessly: "That Pujie must have made a lot of money by opening a video hall recently. Before the Housing Department came, he bought both public housing units at market prices. Now they are private property."

Zhai Yuan understood this operation.

The reason why so many people apply for public housing in Hong Kong is because the houses are about 70% off the market price.

Although Deng Zecheng is not eligible to apply for public housing registration, he can buy public housing at the original price and turn it into private property so he does not have to worry about the Housing Department coming to investigate.

This is equivalent to putting on a shield for yourself first, and then coming up to exchange blood with me with a basic attack!
"What did Lawyer Shen say?"

Zhai Yuan remembered that he had sent money to Shen Wei a few hours ago and had not heard him mention this matter yet.

I guess as soon as I left, Chen Jiale and the others went to look for him.

"Lawyer Shen told you to contact him when you are free, and he will take you to the Housing Department. I can't quite remember what he said about the Economic Regulations or the Tenancy Purchase Scheme, but he can help you apply for the conversion of public housing management qualifications." Chen Jiale recalled.

Upon hearing this, Zhai Yuan nodded without comment.

The action of stroking Zhou Haimei's back of the hand stopped.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and felt that what Old Shen was saying might not work.

From the time Deng Zecheng closed down his own video studio until now, he has been using procedural justice, mainly because he has a brother-in-law who is an inspector in the police force, so people are willing to do him a favor.

If I follow the rules now and apply for public housing management qualifications, with the efficiency of Hong Kong government civil servants, maybe I can delay it until next year.

"Let me think about it again."

Zhai Yuan said in a deep voice, picked up the red cigarette on the table and put it in his mouth.

Although Zhou Haimei didn't understand what was going on, she couldn't help but feel worried when she saw him frowning.

She took the lighter on the table, lit it clumsily, and passed the flame to Zhai Yuan.

Zhai Yuan took a puff of his cigarette, smiled at her, leaned his head back on the seat, and puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"Why not change the order?"

Watching the smoke dissipate bit by bit in front of him, Zhai Yuan slowly said, "I originally wanted to open a video parlor first, and then drive out Deng Zecheng's business. Now I'll just do the opposite, drive him out first, and then open a video parlor."

"Ayuan, what do you want to do?" Chen Jiale asked, straightening his back.

"If he likes to play with procedural justice, then we can play along with him, but we have to do it on our own home turf."

After Zhai Yuan finished speaking, he kicked Liang Zhichao under the table and said, "Brother Chao, how are those photos I asked you to take?"

Liang Zhichao raised his head with a greasy mouth: "Ah? Oh, I did as you said and took pictures of the business conditions of his two video halls in the past week. Do I need to use them now?"

Zhai Yuan shook his head, bit his chin and said, "No rush, we'll continue tomorrow and shoot for another week. All of this will be presented as evidence in court in the future."

(End of this chapter)