After the two arrived at the lobby, Chu Heng raised his hand, led Owen to the elevator, and asked in advance: "How about we go to the coffee shop? Mr. Owen."
After hearing this, Owen pondered for a moment and said, "It's better to find a quiet place. I don't like it to be too noisy."
"Then go to my room?" Chu Heng asked again.
"Okay." Owen nodded, even the smile on his face showed the old-fashioned look of an English gentleman.
"Then what do you want to drink?"
"Coffee bar, I still like your Mandheling."
"Come here!"
Chu Heng turned around and waved to a front office waiter who was looking this way. When he came to the entrance, he ordered: "Brew a pot of Mandheling coffee, a pot of Longjing tea, and some more Snacks delivered to my room."
"Okay, Mr. Chu." The waiter bowed respectfully and responded.
Then Chu Heng and Owen chatted all the way and took the elevator upstairs.
After arriving at the presidential suite, Irving briefly looked at the layout and furnishings of the room, nodded appreciatively, and commented: "This is my first time in this house. I have to say that its design is very sophisticated and can be called... Perfect."
"Haha, thanks for the compliment, sit down quickly."
The two sat down in the living room and chatted for a while about some policies of the Hong Kong government, and then the waiter brought them what they wanted.
"Crash!"
Chu Heng personally gave Owen a cup of coffee and said with a smile: "Try it quickly. If it doesn't work, I'll ask them to change it."
"You don't need to taste it, I already know it's good just by smelling it." Owen threw a piece of sugar into the coffee cup, stirred it elegantly with a small spoon, and continued to chat with him without saying anything serious: " You haven't been to Hong Kong Island for so long, what are you busy with?"
"I'm not busy with anything, I just wrote a book." Chu Heng blinked and said casually.
"Oh? You can still write? Tell me, what is it?" Owen suddenly became interested and hurriedly approached Chu Heng. He was also a half-literary lover and occasionally wrote things, but he never did. Published.
"It's a fantasy book called Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. It's about a boy who survived..."
Chu Heng could only tell him the story roughly.
"This is a very good story!" Owen's eyes lit up after hearing this: "I can't wait to read it. Has this book been published?"
"It has been published. I gave the copyright to Citigroup's Blue Oak Publishing House. It is currently only sold in the North American market. It seems that it has sold 200,000 copies."
"Two hundred thousand! Then you can now be called a family member!"
Owen, who just asked casually, was immediately surprised. His eyes when he looked at Chu Heng immediately became much more passionate, and even the arrogance that had always existed deep in his eyes faded a lot.
Obviously, in his eyes, the status of a family is far more noble than that of a billionaire.
"It doesn't count as home, I just wrote it casually. I didn't expect it to sell so well." Chu Heng smiled modestly.
"No, no, no, Chu, two hundred thousand is already a very impressive sales volume. You are fully worthy of this title." Owen looked at him seriously.
"Okay, just say so." Chu Heng shrugged indifferently, and then couldn't help but asked proactively: "By the way, why did you come to me this time?"
"Look at me, I was so happy chatting with you just now that I forgot about the real thing." Owen patted his forehead and said with a smile: "This morning, Li Aji from Sun Hung Kai's company found me and asked me to talk to you. Qing, let you give them the land in To Kwa Wan. I owed their chairman Mr. Guo a favor before, and I really can’t refuse, so I can only come over."
"But you don't need to pay attention to them. I came here today just for a formality. If I can come to you, I have already returned his favor."
Chu Heng, who didn't expect that Xin Hengji would ask Irving for this matter, frowned when he heard this. He glanced at the old man next to him. He didn't know whether what this guy said was true or false, so he asked tentatively: " Isn't this bad? Mr. Owen said it himself, I should give you some face."
"No need, I told you not to worry about them."
Owen shook his head with disdain and pulled him to continue chatting.
At first, the two of them just talked about Chu Heng, and later they talked about literature. Fortunately, Chu Heng knew a little bit about everything and could cope with it.
The two of them stayed like this until about eight o'clock, when Owen had to leave because he had to go to an appointment.
"Goodbye, Chu. When I finish my work in a few days, you can come and sit at my house. Then we can continue chatting."
At the door of the hotel, Owen shook hands with Chu Heng without saying anything, turned around, got in the car and left.
Chu Heng stood in front of the door and watched the cars gradually merge into the traffic, then turned around and went back upstairs.
After entering the house, he came to the soft leather sofa in the living room and sat down. He reached out and picked up the warm teapot and took a big gulp of tea. Then he lit a cigarette thoughtfully, holding his head without taking a sip. smoking.
Owen's arrival today was a wake-up call for him.
No matter how rich he is, he is still an outsider who has just arrived, and his foundation is still shallow.
Far inferior to those guys like Li Aji and Guo Desheng who have taken root in Hong Kong Island for many years and have intricate relationships.
For example, today, if they were not looking for Owen, a guy with whom he had a good relationship, but someone else he couldn't afford to offend, would he have to compromise or give in?
It seems that we need to establish an interest alliance as soon as possible, otherwise the plate will get bigger and bigger in the future, and flies will be attracted sooner or later!
Chu Heng took a deep breath of cigarette, stood up and went to the window. He stared at the colorful night outside the window in ecstasy, and did not move for a long time.
"Jingle Bell!"
After a while, the phone suddenly rang in the room, bringing Chu Heng back to his senses. He quickly turned around and walked over, grabbing the phone on the table: "Hello."
"It's me." Han Yunwen's soft and silky voice sounded inside.
Chu Heng couldn't help but smile: "How's it going?"
"I made it clear to them."
"Then I'll go there tomorrow?"
"Sure, but don't come too early tomorrow, after two o'clock in the afternoon. You will just finish your work by then."
"Okay."
"You think I didn't?"
"Of course I do."
"I miss you too. I have been thinking about you since I came back. I feel so empty now."
"Hey, come back now and I'll fill you up."
"Stop talking, I can't listen to this now."
"Haha, Wandering Hoof!"
The two of them talked on the phone for a while without shame, and they didn't hang up the phone until Han Yunwen came up with something.
"Tsk!"
Putting the phone back on the table, he smashed the mouth of Chu Heng who was all hot from talking to him. After thinking about it, he turned around and left the room. He called Han Xu and Cen Hao and prepared to go to Du Laozhi to extinguish the fire.
