Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

Since it was their first meeting, their conversation was brief and to the point.

As the banquet officially began, the waiters moved silently among the guests, serving dishes in a carefully arranged order.

Each dish is a precious and unique delicacy of Hong Kong.

Henry's eyes gradually brightened at this moment;

This was, in fact, the first time he had truly experienced the ultimate charm of Chinese cuisine!

The first dish tonight is chilled conch slices, made from thin slices of fresh conch, seasoned with refreshing lemon juice and minced garlic, which is truly appetizing.

Next, a dish of fish maw stewed with bamboo fungus was served.

It is made by slow-cooking top-quality fish maw and bamboo fungus, with the addition of goji berries and red dates for flavor. The soup is clear and bright, and tastes incredibly delicious.

The most important part is the main course, which includes, but is not limited to, braised sea cucumber in abalone sauce, steamed grouper, honey-glazed char siu, crab meat lion's head meatballs, and crab meat and scallop shark fin soup.

The dishes were laid out on the table, colorful and fragrant.

However, of all the delicacies, the one that attracted Henry's attention the most was the crab meat and scallop shark fin soup.

Bathed in soft light, the golden wing needles shimmered with an alluring luster, reminding Henry of Jackie Chan's classic line from the movie "GG" in his past life: "No buying, no killing..."

Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had the privilege of tasting such exquisite ingredients.

He immediately picked up a small piece of wing needle and put it in his mouth, savoring it carefully.

With a smooth and elastic texture, it combines the freshness of crab meat with the richness of scallops, creating a feast for the taste buds with every bite.

"Indeed, the happiness of the rich is unimaginable!"

"belch!"

With a satisfied burp, the dinner came to a smooth end.

Henry patted his already bulging belly, exchanged contact information with Shen Bi, Bao Yugang and others, and then headed to his residence in Hong Kong—a special suite on the top floor of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

These types of suites were already priced at HK$20,000 per night in 1979.

Whether now or in the future with inflation, this is a considerable expense.

More importantly, it's not something you can just move into if you have money!

To live here, one needs a certain status and social standing.

If either of these two conditions is not met, then I'm sorry, you can only choose the regular presidential suite downstairs.

Henry now lives in the exclusive estate of many high-ranking European and American people. It is not only a symbol of material enjoyment, but also a reflection of status and position.

Stepping into the room, a luxurious scene unfolds before your eyes.

This apartment, covering more than 1,000 square meters, is cleverly divided into several functional areas, including a lounge, study, gym, and a small private cinema.

The room features the world's most expensive Interface carpet, and the furniture is mostly made of mahogany and decorated with exquisite hand-carved details.

Various famous Chinese and foreign paintings are hanging on the wall. Among them, a landscape painting of China signed by Qi Baishi is particularly eye-catching. Although Henry is not an expert in the appreciation of cultural relics, he can feel the value of this painting.

Henry walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at the enchanting night view of Victoria Harbour, where the lights were dazzling and the sea was sparkling, creating a beautiful scene.

"Mom, I've arrived in Hong Kong."

"Okay, I've made all the arrangements. You can go directly to the factory tomorrow. I've arranged for financial and legal personnel there in advance. You just need to decide whether to buy or not."

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Henry did not bring a large entourage this time, but only his team of bodyguards.

He did this not because he completely trusted HSBC, but because he did not intend to put the arcade company under his own name.

To this end, he had his mother register a company called "Science Fiction Arcade" in the Cayman Islands.

This not only makes the company's operations more flexible, but also effectively avoids some tax issues.

This allowed him to manage Asian assets more efficiently and laid a solid foundation for potential future business expansion.

The next morning at nine o'clock, Henry, accompanied by his bodyguard team, had breakfast and then boarded the luxury car convoy that was already waiting downstairs.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just arrived too."

Today, Henry was again met by Fred Sassoon: "It takes us about 40 to 45 minutes to get to the factory from here."

"Everything is ready."

"OK!"

Escorted by the convoy, the group smoothly left the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, crossed the bustling streets, and headed towards their destination.

In 1979, Hong Kong was experiencing a period of rapid economic development, and the streets were full of vitality.

The morning sun pierces through the clouds and shines on the surface of Victoria Harbour, its golden rays reflecting off the glass curtain walls of distant skyscrapers, creating a magnificent cityscape.

The bus fleet weaves through the streets, where students can be seen hurrying to school with their backpacks on their backs, and busy office workers waiting for buses at the bus stop.

After leaving the bustling commercial district of Tsim Sha Tsui, the convoy entered a residential area in Kowloon, where the pace of life slowed down considerably.

The old-fashioned buildings on both sides of the street exude a strong historical atmosphere, and vendors have already set up stalls to sell various snacks and daily necessities.

The air was filled with the aroma of fried noodles and egg tarts, and occasionally the sounds of Cantonese opera could be heard coming from the teahouse, adding a touch of liveliness to the quiet morning.

As the convoy gradually moved eastward, the city's appearance changed again.

The streets became wider and the surrounding buildings became lower; this is Kwun Tong, the future industrial heart of Hong Kong.

Kwun Tong today is far from reaching the level of prosperity it has become later;

Most of the land was still vacant, with few people living there.

Finally, the convoy stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated factory.

The doors were wide open, welcoming important guests.

The factory's exterior walls were clearly painted a bright sky blue, and the "Liu's Arcade" sign hung prominently above the gate.

A middle-aged man in a dark suit stood at the door with a group of men and women to greet Henry and his party.

As soon as the car came to a stop, he smiled and extended his hand, saying warmly, "Welcome to Liu's Arcade. I am Liu Zhiyong, the owner of this factory."

Henry turned to Fred Sassoon, who was standing to the side, and gestured for him to translate for him.

After listening to the translation, he politely shook hands with Liu Zhiyong: "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Liu."

Henry never revealed to outsiders that he could speak Chinese;

It wasn't that he was afraid of being exposed, but rather that he believed it was always better to have a backup plan.