Rebirth: My 80s

On the bank of Victoria Harbor, on the Kowloon side, there is a twelve-story building.

Due to the high-ceiling design of the floors, there are many duplex-structure rooms inside. The height of the building is not much higher than that of a 20-story Grade A office building next to it.

Earlier it was a British-owned high-end sea view hotel.

I don’t know since when, it has been closed to the public. The signboard of “Lijing Hotel” was removed and replaced with the word “Kunlun”.

Many Hong Kong citizens don't know why.

I have absolutely no idea what this "Kunlun" is for.

If you want to go in and take a look, the security lineup at the door is comparable to the U.S. Consulate General in Hong Kong and Macao on Garden Road...

However, people with some status and status in the port city have more or less heard some gossip, have admired this place for a long time, and dreamed of getting the qualifications to enter.

However, the Kunlun Society does not accept applications to join.

Only invitations will be sent.

Now, a golden Rolls-Royce Silver Spur stopped at the door of the building.

The security personnel didn't know which big shot was coming. They all stood with their chests straightened out and their abdomens drawn in, like javelins. They were only sure that it was a big shot who could go up to the ninth floor or above.

The welcoming scene at the door was even their first time seeing it.

Ms. Huangfu Jingwen, the general director of the Chamber of Commerce, and her right-hand man came downstairs half an hour ago and have been waiting for her.

After the Silver Thorn car stopped, the doorman fulfilled his duty and wanted to open the door, but Chairman Huangfu waved his hand to stop him.

She actually stepped forward in person, bowed and opened the rear door.

A tall young man in casual clothes stepped out of the back seat of Silver Thorn.

Chairman Huangfu and a group of chamber of commerce executives all shouted respectfully: "Chairman."

Hey!

The security personnel finally realized that it was the legendary figure who finally showed up.

Kunlun Society, founder!

Their big boss!

Without anyone's instructions, the security personnel bowed slightly to show respect.

This was the first time that Li Jiankun came to the Kunlun Club. He did not take the elevator directly upstairs. Accompanied by Huangfu Jingwen and others, he walked around each floor.

Because this is a high-end hotel, it is not difficult to renovate it.

However, it is not difficult to see the hard work put in by Huangfu Jingwen and her team from the interior layout, which is very different from that of a hotel, and from the details as small as even a towel being customized.

"Is that...Mr. Li?"

"Really!"

"Hey guys, I won the jackpot today!"

"It's usually hard to see even an ordinary ninth-floor boss."

"I've never even met a big boss on the fifth floor."

...

Just as Li Jiankun was inspecting the Kunlun Association's headquarters, causing a large crowd of members to watch, a taxi driving out of Kai Tak Airport had just entered Kowloon.

There was a young man in his early twenties sitting in the back seat.

Compared with half a year ago, it seems much calmer.

There is still a lingering sadness between the brows.

Things are unpredictable, and God seems to have played a black joke on the Wei family.

His second uncle, who started out as a car repair shop and now had great ambitions to build cars, died in a car accident.

Wei Jianjun is very close to his second uncle and even spends more time together than his father. First, they have similar temperaments, and second, they share common hobbies.

The second uncle's wish was also his wish.

With his second uncle gone, the Great Wall Factory faced the risk of disbandment - after all, it was just an affiliated factory, and he had to take over.

However, it was only when he actually took charge of the factory that Wei Jianjun realized how difficult it was to start a business.

The factory is losing money when it comes to modifying cars now. The second uncle's purpose is to cultivate the skills of employees and lay the foundation for building cars.

Profit mainly comes from repairing cars.

The profits and losses of the two balance each other out, and the factory still subsidizes several households worth tens of thousands of yuan every year.

Realizing the dream of building a car is easier said than done?

Wei Jianjun was even worried that the factory would close down in his own hands. He was not his second uncle. How could he find tens of thousands of dollars a year with such a smooth mouth?

That's really a shame for my second uncle's spirit in heaven.

On the one hand, there is huge financial pressure, on the other hand, there is the distant dream of building a car... When he was at a loss, Wei Jianjun remembered something...

Whether it was true or not, he decided to take a chance.

Rubbing a black gold-gilded card in his hand, Wei Jianjun looked to the front row: "Master, this is the Kunlun Chamber of Commerce. Is that the 'Kunlun' you mentioned? Don't take me to the wrong place."

He has very limited foreign currency.

The taxi cost a fraction of the price.

"Anyway, I only know about the 'Kunlun'. It's on the shore of Victoria Harbor. It has a big sign and occupies a building." The driver replied in Cantonese.

"What's going on in the building?"

"do not know."

Wei Jianjun: "?"

"I really don't know," the driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "It seems that most people don't enter that place, and I haven't even taken a look."

When he said this, Wei Jianjun felt that it was a bit reliable.

At that time, Brother Li and the three of them had said that the Kunlun Chamber of Commerce was a private club.

The address on the bank of Victoria Harbor is also suitable.

Wei Jianjun looked down at the black gold-plated hard card in his hand, and complained in his heart: Will you die if you write two more words?

This card is extremely simple. Apart from the three words "Kunlun Club" and a series of numbers, there is nothing on it.

no phone.

No address.

But he didn't know that the Kunlun Society also had a card with the word "Hui" omitted, leaving only the word "Kunlun" on it.

"By the way...are you from some agency in the mainland? Can you enter the Kunlun Building?"

The driver asked. He had wanted to ask for a long time, but the other person raised his eyebrows and looked very unhappy. He thought it was hard to ask.

Wei Jianjun hummed, not wanting to explain more.

The Nissan taxi drove to the Victoria Harbor and stopped at the curb outside the Kunlun Building. The driver looked at the security personnel stationed three steps below and showed no intention of driving the old Nissan to the door.

Wei Jianjun got out of the car carrying a "Shanghai brand" black handbag.

He poked at the sidewalk and looked around for a long time.

This is his first time going abroad.

Although I have seen the prosperity of the harbor city along the way, now that I am on the shore of Victoria Harbor, I am still shocked beyond measure.

The difference is so huge.

There are even more cars than people on the road here.

At this thought, he felt infinite excitement, which further strengthened his dream of building a car.

Everything he saw before him made him see the future of the mainland.

For a long time, Wei Jianjun's eyes were fixed on Kunlun Tower.

Modern and stylish!

If this place is really where the Kunlun Chamber of Commerce is located, and he is lucky enough to become a member of the Kunlun Chamber of Commerce, this trip may be really successful.

He took steps towards Kunlun Tower.