My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 942 The Master Returns to the Palace

Wei Dong has already spent two Spring Festivals in Pengzhen West District.

Even if these cadres had never met before, they must have known that Wei Dong had married a Hong Kong woman, and they might even have gossiped that the two kids weren't actually hers.

But it was only that night that I truly saw how vibrant and beautiful the women around Dong's wife were.

Wei Dong didn't even bother to call a car to pick him up after getting off the ship; a dozen or so people took a taxi to the basketball court.

First, we visited the entire sports city and basketball stadium project, which has an investment scale of over 10 billion yuan. Then, we had hot pot on a barge that resembled a garbage dump.

At this point, Xiong Guoming and his group were beginning to experience cognitive confusion.

As general managers, they had all come into contact with many Hong Kong businessmen.

They were all dressed in suits and ties, posing like tycoons, and were absolutely treating the mainland officials to lavish meals.

Wei Dong heard that he had a lot of money in Hong Kong, and that this construction site would require an investment of over a billion.

How can you be so unkempt in your eating and dressing?
It might take at least 30 or 40 years for the pretentious trend to become popular before people realize that having such a private space in a core area of ​​Hong Kong like Yau Tsim Mong, where one can do whatever one wants without restraint, is worth more than any high-end restaurant expenses.

It's similar to later on, when people would find a run-down courtyard house near the first ring road of the capital to eat hot pot, and even then, they would be particular about the clove of garlic.

Upon hearing the news, the players who had been eagerly requesting to participate in the party also eagerly followed along to the barge, where they ate and shouted with excitement.

It's actually just a Cantonese-style clear broth hot pot, which Wei Dong can only eat by adding seasonings and spice.

However, the fish fillets, beef, and abalone that Heshawen had others prepare were of superior quality.

Wei Dong and the others kept their heads down and ate without saying a word, which finally made Xiong Guoming unable to talk much.

After a few rounds of food, Chow Yun-fat and the coaching team strolled over and joined in, casually chatting about the Cherokee car advertisement they were promoting in Malaysia.

Although there are no visible sales, Chen Wenliang has already started taking delivery in large quantities, prompting Wei Dong to jokingly say that the basketball team will definitely get a cut.

Chow Yun-fat is also very excited about the warm-up matches that will start in Hawaii soon, and he'll also be able to promote some products along the way.

I suggest putting Cherokee or some other product advertisement on the jerseys.

If Wei Dong were to count on his fingers, there would be plenty of ads to hang up: Chrysler, Dodgers, Kungfu Software, Apple Computer. Hmm, this one is the most famous. He could have Barbara ask Apple Computer for money, and the team members would split the proceeds among themselves.

Chow Yun-fat laughed heartily. He had been filming for over ten years, constantly working on new projects, all so that he could become famous and be free to do something different.

I started thinking about getting into the role, bringing a few advertising shooters, and shooting some commercials and content that could be used by variety shows and news channels along the way.

With this initiative, Wei Dong simply assigned tasks: "The Broadcasting Department has actually agreed to give us two more channels when they relocated ATV to Sha Tin. I want to turn them into a sports channel and a music channel. If you are interested, you can become the CEO of the sports channel, make one or two dramas a year to maintain your reputation, and truly build yourself into a sports tycoon."

Chow Yun-fat casually raised an eyebrow, and he was incredibly handsome: "Boss, do you have another direction?"

Only subordinates who are quite familiar with their boss will address him in this way.

Wei Dong whispered in her ear, "Damn it, when I go back this time, I still need to get involved in and manage these Jianghu affairs in Xin'an. Make sure that people at all levels are aware of the situation. If I ruin my reputation here, you'll be the only one to take my place."

Chow Yun-fat looked at him intently, then picked up the lemon tea from the small table with both hands: "I can't talk about grand principles, but I've learned from your character of not caring about personal reputation and being willing to dedicate yourself to something. I've always kept that in mind."

Wei Dong clinked his teacup with hers: "You're different. When a celebrity falls from grace, their reputation can be ruined, and they might lose everything. So, by making movies and doing other things now, you can give yourself more confidence. When you go to Citibank this time, you should also settle your dividends from the sound card company you used to work for."

It's been almost two years. Back then, when Wei Dong went to Singapore to meet Lin Wangfu, Chow Yun-fat was also going through a frustrating period of filming that was driving him crazy, so they pulled him together to become a minor shareholder.

He probably doesn't know the role sound cards played in last year's computer wars, or how much profit they generated.

But his character was truly reflected in his actions; he never inquired about how much he would receive.

Now, finally showing a surprised expression, he asked, "You scored?"

Wei Dong mysteriously held up one finger to him.

Chow Yun-fat thought hard for a moment: "One million... US dollars?"

Wei Dong chuckled, "One hundred million, US dollars."

Chow Yun-fat's eyes widened instantly, revealing a foolish expression from the God of Gamblers, and he even dramatically fell to the ground from a small stool!
Wei Dong was so happy that he quickly applauded Wei Dong for his good performance.

In the end, Lin Wangfu owned a little over 50% of the total shares of the sound card and speakers. Some of the smaller shares were also given to his partners, Wei Dong got 40%, and the two of them squeezed together to give Fa Ge 10%.

In fact, over the past eight or nine months, including orders that have not yet been completed, the total profit has exceeded $1.5 billion. Of course, this does not include the profits that Weidong earned from computers and software.

After all the taxes and deductions, Chow Yun-fat does indeed have 100 million.

I've heard that it will happen this year, next year, and almost every year thereafter!
The intellectual property rights of the sound card were tied to Apple Computer, the fastest-moving high-speed train at the time, by Wei Dong.

It has swept the globe and occupied the high ground of patent monopoly, and it is a monopoly hidden under Apple computers, making it difficult for competitors to launch antitrust lawsuits.

Countless Japanese and European and American companies have quietly thrived in the automotive and electronics sectors in this way.

Chow Yun-fat was completely stunned! He was still in a daze even when he went to Lung Shing Disco later that night.

Wei Dong remained silent, just like Hu Yongbin, and both had to adjust their mindset.

They ate and chatted, which must have left Xiong Guoming and the others speechless.

I've always been confused by Wei Dong's inconsistent lifestyle, going from rich to poor, and now he keeps switching between being a sports player and a movie star.

After a hearty meal, a large group of seven or eight cars headed to Lung Shing DISCO, where a chaotic mix of good and evil was sure to ensue.

Before getting into the Dynaudio driven by Wei Dong, he patted Chow Yun-fat's arm and said, "You take care of the athletes, and I'll take care of those from the mainland. We must pay attention to how to help them overcome this huge shock in their hearts, so that they can enjoy the joy of life's release without affecting their firm beliefs."

When Chow Yun-fat saw that the people Wei-tung was pointing at were those inconspicuous bodyguards and drivers, he seemed to see himself when he first came to the big city from the outlying island.

He gave Wei Dong a big hug before turning around and chatting and laughing as he pushed Ma Jian, Adi Jiang, and the others into the car, jokingly telling Zhang Jinsong that he shouldn't drink alcohol at his age...

Kowloon City was originally the most backward area in Hong Kong. Unlike Yau Tsim Mong, which was originally a dock area and slum, this area was the only military enclave left after the Qing Dynasty leased Hong Kong out to foreign countries. Legally, it belonged to the mainland.

However, the newly liberated mainland could not come, and the Hong Kong police could not enter. Gangs such as Xin An seized this loophole to grow and develop.

That's how the Kowloon Walled City, a lawless place, came to be.

In the 1950s and 60s, the mainland gradually freed up its resources, and an agreement was reached between the mainland and Hong Kong. The Hong Kong police began limited patrols, but by then the Hong Kong police had become too big to handle and were harboring criminals.

As Wei Dong drove, the bodyguard in the passenger seat and Xiong Guoming and Lao Wang in the back seat casually exclaimed, "Holy crap...!"

Even two blocks away, the street was already packed with fashionable men and women queuing up.

Neatly dressed South Asian men maintained order along the road, spaced five to ten meters apart.

A few clever individuals recognized the boss's luxury car and even bowed and saluted.

The narrow streets depicted in Hong Kong movies, with billboards stretching across the sky and lights coming on at night, vividly illustrate the glitz and glamour of capitalism.

Lung Shing DISCO is even more colorful, bordering on light pollution, with signs covering the buildings.

These past few days, we've been adding new patterns every day, such as flashing dance moves, microphones, and music-related text.

The entrance was even more crowded, with a large number of South Asians pulling barriers to clear the way. People kept shouting through loudspeakers about how many more people could get in, and that those behind should not queue up because they would have to wait at least one or two hours.

Across the street, the street was already filled with mobile vendors selling all kinds of drinks, fish balls, and floral decorations.

In addition, there were various reporters holding cameras and lenses.

It’s not lively.

Rang Weidong also gestured to the passengers: "What I hope for is that everyone has a job and everyone has a chance to sing."

He said to pull over, and someone came to take over the vehicle.

The streets in these urban areas of Hong Kong Island are narrow, making roadside parking prone to congestion, and older buildings lack garage facilities.

Therefore, nightclubs located in such places definitely need parking attendants with their own methods of hiding cars in a serpentine manner.

Wei Dong underestimated the bottom line of capitalist spiritual civilization.

Just like how ordinary citizens and consumers now obediently line up to enter, watching with envy as the big shots get out of their luxury cars and are surrounded by a retinue, there is absolutely no proletarian resentment or commotion, no cheering or whistling like the proletariat.

I don't know if it was because they saw Lao Wang and his group's obviously mainland-dwelling attire and restrained behavior, or because the proprietress who had already come out to greet them at the door.

ATV's female artists are far from being aloof like artists. Yesterday, Lina, Zhang Min, and Yao Shuzhen all made a hot appearance with the executive director. We want to do the same!
Whether it's Ah Qian, a playful and fun-loving local middle-class woman, or Ah Ling, a mainland immigrant with a strong sense of social climbing, they are now following behind the boss's wife with a large group of beautiful women dressed in their finest attire, all vying to make an appearance.

They giggled in unison, bowing in Cantonese, Mandarin, and English, following Qin Yuye's disordered manner: "Master is back..."

The beauty standards of palace maids who greeted the emperor in all dynasties were certainly not this high.

The leaders from the bidding bank and insurance company were so shocked by what they saw that their hearts almost stopped.

Wei Dong was both amused and exasperated. Qin Yuye, that woman, always managed to make things out of proportion for him.

But he couldn't help but indulge his little wife's antics.

Just then, Chow Yun-fat got out of the car with a bunch of tall guys, and Camp even held onto Lai Yuet-ngor's hand tightly, which immediately drew a large crowd of onlookers and cheers.

It completely attracted attention and blocked the boss's view.

This gave Wei Dong a chance to pinch his wife's cheek from the corner: "You're just playing around. You managed to cross the border today, but I'm going back to Shanghai and Jiangzhou tomorrow, okay?"

Qin Yuye's eyes sparkled: "I couldn't get in touch with you all day. If I hadn't finally found out you went to Pengzhen by asking at the stadium, I would have really thought you had run away with someone. Sigh, I know this kind of mentality is not good. I should go and make some money to adjust my mindset."

That's great! With her hard work and dedication, the US dollars are coming in like a whirlwind.

(End of this chapter)