Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

The man had exceptionally sharp eyes and exuded an aura of authority, making him seem unlike an ordinary person.

"Young man, you jumped quite well," the uncle said with a smile.

Liu Xiang smiled a little embarrassedly: "Uncle, you flatter me. I was just jumping around randomly."

The uncle waved his hand, looked at Li Yujun who was singing, and said with a smile, "This young lady sings very well. I used to listen to the song 'Xiao Fang' a lot."

After exchanging a few words, the older man suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Young man, Hong Kong is about to be returned to China. You're lucky to have caught up with such a good time."

Liu Xiang's heart skipped a beat. Hong Kong's return to China was a major event in 1997, and a focus of attention for the entire nation. As a time traveler, he was naturally very familiar with this period of history.

He thought for a moment and said, "Uncle, I think Hong Kong's return to the motherland is an inevitable trend and the will of the people. This is not only a momentous event to wash away a century of national humiliation, but also a good thing to promote the common development of Hong Kong and the mainland. Although there are still some people who are pessimistic and say that Hong Kong will decline after the return, I believe that with the motherland as a strong backing, Hong Kong's future will definitely be even brighter."

Upon hearing this, the uncle's eyes lit up, and he nodded, saying, "Well said! That makes sense! Let me tell you, I've been following the Hong Kong handover closely lately. Many people are worried about the policies after the handover, and some are worried that Hong Kong's economy will be affected. But I think these worries are unnecessary."

Liu Xiang picked up the thread and continued, "That's right! The country has made it clear that after Hong Kong's return to China, the 'one country, two systems' policy will be implemented, maintaining Hong Kong's original capitalist system and way of life unchanged for fifty years. Moreover, Hong Kong's position as an international financial center is irreplaceable. As long as the policy is appropriate, Hong Kong's economy will not only not decline, but will develop even better in the future."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with approval: "Young man, you're so young, but your insights are quite unique! Much better than those experts!"

The two hit it off immediately, discussing everything from Hong Kong's return to China to cross-strait relations, from the domestic economy to the international situation. Taking advantage of his time travel, Liu Xiang spoke eloquently about these issues, hitting the nail on the head with every word.

The uncle listened with great interest, occasionally asking questions, which Liu Xiang answered fluently.

Li Yujun and Fan Xiaoxuan, who were standing nearby, also noticed what was happening. After they finished singing and dancing, they came over and stood next to Liu Xiang, listening curiously to the two chatting.

After chatting for about half an hour, the man checked his watch, smiled, and said, "It's getting late, I should go back. Young man, it was a pleasure chatting with you. By the way, do you have a pager number? Let's chat again sometime."

Liu Xiang was stunned for a moment. He quickly took out his pager and gave his pager number.

The middle-aged man also took out a black pager, wrote down Liu Xiang's pager number, and then announced his own pager number: "This is my pager number. Page me when you have time."

Soon, Liu Xiang also memorized the uncle's pager number.

After saying goodbye, the man turned and left the small park. Watching his departing figure, Liu Xiang secretly pondered that this man seemed extraordinary and might be some important figure.

Li Yujun said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to know so much about current affairs. That uncle seemed to really admire you."

Fan Xiaoxuan nodded, "Brother Liu Xiang, you're amazing! You seem to know everything!"

Liu Xiang smiled, but he knew in his heart that he was taking advantage of the transmigrator.

However, no matter what, getting to know this uncle is definitely a good thing for him.

The three of them walked out of the small park and back along the alley.

When I came out of the alley, night had completely enveloped the capital.

The dim streetlights on both sides outlined the city's contours, and the aromas wafted from the roadside food stalls—the rich flavor of fried liver, the mellow taste of braised dishes, and the sweet and sour taste of candied hawthorn, making one's stomach rumble.

Liu Xiang, Li Yijun, and Fan Xiaoxuan had been strolling around all afternoon and were starving. They found a small food stall that looked clean and ordered several servings of fried liver, braised pork, and steamed buns, which they then wolfed down.

It was Fan Xiaoxuan's first time trying fried liver. She frowned, took a bite, and then her eyes lit up: "Wow, it's so delicious!"

Li Yujun said with a smile, "I heard that this is a specialty snack in Beijing, and many people like to eat it."

As Liu Xiang ate, she watched the two people in front of her, feeling extremely content.

Being able to stroll around Beijing with two great singers and enjoy delicious snacks is an experience that probably few people have had.

After the three of them finished eating and strolled around the night view, they checked the time and it was almost ten o'clock.

Li Yujun patted her forehead and said, "I was so busy having fun that it's so late now. I need to go back to the hotel."

Fan Xiaoxuan nodded and asked Liu Xiang to go back with them, since it was a bit far to walk around.

Liu Xiang readily agreed; being the protector of two beautiful women would be the best thing ever.

The three walked to the front desk. Liu Xiang was about to say she wanted to go back when the two women stopped her.

Li Yujun said, "It's so late, don't go back. The sofa in our room is very comfortable."

Liu Xiang was taken aback: "We're sharing a room, how can I accept this?"

Li Yijun laughed and said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Liu Xiang, you're sleeping on the sofa!"

Liu Xiang was still a little hesitant: "This...isn't it inconvenient?"

In the 1990s, hotel management wasn't as strict. You didn't need to register with your real name, and no one cared how many people were staying in your room. But it was still a bit inappropriate for a lone man and woman to be alone in a room.

Li Yijun waved her hand, "What's inconvenient about it? We're all friends, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, it's not like we're alone together; there are two women and one man here!"

Fan Xiaoxuan chimed in, "Yes, Brother Liu Xiang, let's do it this way! The three of us can share a room and chat!"

Unable to resist their persuasion, Liu Xiang had no choice but to nod.

The room was on the third floor; it was a standard room with two single beds and a large sofa. The sofa was covered with soft cushions and looked quite comfortable.

"How is it? This sofa is nice, isn't it?" Li Yijun said with a smile. "You'll sleep here tonight, I guarantee you'll sleep soundly."

Liu Xiang smiled helplessly: "Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

Li Yijun looked out the window and said, "I've been out all day, I'm going to take a shower and relax."

Fan Xiaoxuan nodded, "I want to wash after you, sister! Brother Liu Xiang, I'm so sorry, could you wash last?"

Liu Xiang quickly said, "Okay, you guys go first, I'll wash last, it's fine."

Li Yijun took her pajamas and went into the bathroom. The bathroom door was made of frosted glass, so although you couldn't see the inside clearly, you could vaguely make out the outline of what was inside.