Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 52 This 500 million was purely out of consideration for Wen.

The kitchen is quite efficient.

Soon after, waiters entered the private room one after another, carefully bringing in the meticulously prepared dishes and neatly arranging them on the rotating table.

Each dish exudes an enticing aroma.

Boiled geoduck in shrimp soup, steamed grouper, braised chicken with vegetables and wings, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and fried pig's trotters with fermented bean curd.

Crab from the Typhoon Shelter Bridge, boiled fish maw, abalone, and shiitake mushrooms are all local specialties, and each one is prepared with exceptional care.

Chi Yige didn't rush to answer. Looking at the table full of delicacies, he raised an eyebrow, picked up his chopsticks, and smiled, "Young Master Jiang, these are all signature dishes from Nanbeihui. Try them and see if they suit your taste."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of geoduck and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully with a satisfied expression on his face.

Jiang Shu composed himself, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of sea grouper, and nodded, saying, "It's really good. This fish is very fresh, and the steaming method is just right, preserving the original flavor of the fish."

Chi Yige glanced at Xiao Li, who was standing with his hands at his sides, and then at Jiang Shu's assistant. He suddenly said, "You two shouldn't be standing either, sit down together."

Jiang Shu's assistant subconsciously looked at his boss, and only after the other party nodded did he awkwardly pull over a chair and sit down, his back ramrod straight.

Chi Yige picked up his wine glass and swirled it gently: "Come on, try this restaurant's signature dish. You won't be disappointed."

The four men at the dinner table remained silent, the only sound being the light clinking of chopsticks against the bowls and plates.

The two assistants ate with great discomfort, while Jiang Shu remained calm and composed, slowly and methodically using serving chopsticks to pick up food.

Half an hour later, Chi Yige put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe his lips, and finally looked up at the person opposite him: "Our Chijiang Group is willing to invest 500 million."

Jiang Shu paused for a moment, her hand holding the chopsticks still.

The 500 million yuan will not only resolve the Jiang family's financial crisis, but also solidify his position as the president of the Jiang family.

He lowered his gaze: "Conditions?"

Chi Yige wouldn't offer help for no reason; the real bargaining chip has only just been laid out at this meal.

With a smile, he slowly picked up the celadon teacup and took a sip.

Upon seeing this, assistant Xiao Li immediately bowed, took the teapot, and quickly replaced it with boiling water to brew tea again.

Amidst the fragrant steam of tea, Chi Yige tapped the edge of the table with his slender fingers: "This 500 million is purely out of consideration for Wen."

He trailed off his words very slowly, his fingertips tracing the rim of his cup, “The conditions are simple: the Chijiang Group must have veto power over the management vote at Jiang’s new wharf.”

Jiang Shu tapped his knuckles on the table, his expression somewhat unpleasant. "Young Master Chi, this is probably a bit of a dilemma."

The Jiang family was able to control most of the docks in the port area because of the board of directors' veto power.

Chi Yige's investment of 500 million yuan is aimed at taking away the Jiang family's control over the narrative.

If this is agreed upon, the Jiang family will have to consult with the Chijiang Group on any future decisions made at the port.

Chi Yige leaned back in his chair, speaking casually as if chatting about everyday matters: "This veto power is only for the old board's muddled decisions, to protect the Jiang family."

"I'm not involved in the management; I can't just watch a perfectly good dock be eaten away by termites, can I?"

His amused gaze swept over Jiang Shu's taut jawline.

These words were like a hook, tickling Jiang Shu's throat.

The 500 million yuan provided immediate relief, and the accompanying conditions seemed to offer some flexibility.

Those old fogies on the board should have been given a good talking-to long ago.

He gripped the teacup in silence for a long time before finally letting go and saying, "Fine, but I need to discuss this with the old man."

"That's natural."

Chi Yige picked up his phone and stood up.

"Xiao Li, you'll be in contact with Young Master Jiang afterwards." Li Mingyi replied, "Yes."

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The teacup clattered softly on the bone china plate. Wen Jinnian had just brought up the topic of looking at houses when Fu Yiyi got up to grab her coat: "I'll go with you."

The two followed the agent to Leo Place. As soon as they stepped into the model apartment, Fu Yiyi frowned: "There isn't even a parking space? It's too cramped to live here."

The agent hurriedly explained the convenience of nearby commercial parking lots, but she pulled Wen Jinian along and simply shook her head and left.

The second stop was Tianxi, which was fully equipped with smart door locks and panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. Fu Yiyi walked around the living room and waved her hand, saying, "The room layout is too cramped, there's not even room to hang clothes to dry."

Before Wen Jinian could speak, she had already pulled the person outside.

The panoramic sea view apartment overlooks Victoria Harbour. When the agent quoted the price, Fu Yiyi crossed her arms and sneered, "Triple the rent? Do you think this is ripping people off?"

Wen Jinnian finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Yiyi, are you renting the apartment or am I renting it?"

"If you live here, then I'll live here too?" Fu Yiyi raised an eyebrow. "Once you settle down, I'll come to stay with you every few days. I can't just squeeze into a pigeon coop with you."

After saying that, he urged the agent to take them to the next place.

As a result, Fu Yiyi was dissatisfied with everything.

Wen Jinian gripped the steering wheel helplessly, while Fu Yiyi scrolled through her phone in the passenger seat beside her.

Suddenly her finger paused, and she sent a message to the pure black profile picture on WeChat.

Not long after, her phone rang, and her eyes lit up.

"Niannian, why don't you stay at my place?"

Fu Yiyi shoved her phone in front of her. "It's a villa in the Mid-Levels area, bought by my family. It's just sitting empty anyway. I live on Victoria Peak, so you can liven things up there, and I can visit you often. Just pay the rent as usual."

Before Wen Jinian could refuse, she had already entered the address into the navigation, "Let's go, let's go see the house first."

Wen Jinnian felt helpless.

The engine roared to life, and the car sped towards the mountainside. In the rearview mirror, Fu Yiyi had a triumphant smile on her lips as she quietly sent another message.

Mid-Levels is located in the Central and Western District of the Hong Kong Economic and Trade Zone, nestled between Victoria Peak and Central.

Its unique location offers panoramic views of the dazzling Victoria Harbour.

It is adjacent to bustling commercial districts such as Sheung Wan, Central and Admiralty, and has a convenient transportation network.

The two set off by car, and in less than half an hour, they had entered the winding tree-lined road in the mid-mountain area. European-style buildings were faintly visible among the lush vegetation, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of tranquility and luxury.

The building that Fu Yiyi brought Wen Jinnian to was a three-and-a-half-story European-style building. Pushing open the carved copper door, under the crystal chandelier, the walnut wood wainscoting and Persian carpet complemented each other perfectly.

In the back garden, the private swimming pool shimmers with light, and a fountain is surrounded by neatly trimmed boxwood hedges.

"The second floor has better lighting, and the third floor is quieter. You can choose whichever you prefer."

Fu Yiyi pointed to the spiral staircase.

Xiao Li's black Maybach was driving up the winding mountain road. "To Villa No. 3."

Chi Yige stared at the text messages on his phone and suddenly spoke.

Xiao Li hesitated for a moment while gripping the steering wheel before finally turning onto the tree-lined road.

As the car came to a stop, two figures flashed across the third-floor terrace. Two women leaned against the carved railing, gazing at Victoria Harbour. The hem of their skirts was lifted by the mountain breeze, like two swaying irises.

Chi Yige's gaze fell on the terrace, and a smile, which he couldn't suppress, almost spilled out of the car window.

(End of this chapter)