Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

In the corner of the banquet hall, Fatty Wang held a Boston lobster in one hand and a steak in the other. He didn't care at all about the contemptuous looks from the people around him. He ate with both hands and his mouth was full of oil.

"Lao Hu, why don't you eat it? It will get cold if you don't eat it now. Let me tell you, this steak will not be tender if it gets cold."

"Oh, go ahead and eat, I'm not hungry!"

Fatty Wang glanced at the dazed Hu Bayi, then followed his gaze and saw Shirley Yang, who was wearing a red dress, surrounded by a group of young people.

"Tsk, this American girl has a pretty good figure!"

Fatty Wang curled his lips, lowered his head and continued to deal with the Boston lobster and steak in his hands.

At some point, a fragrant breeze blew into Fatty Wang's nose, drawing his attention away from the delicious food in his hand. A familiar red color appeared in the corner of his eye.

This seems to be the skirt that Shirley Yang is wearing?

Fatty Wang raised his head and saw Hu Bayi's intimidating eyes. He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to gesture, and then reluctantly went to another corner of the banquet hall, leaving this place to some bastards.

"Hu Bayi, long time no see."

"Well, it's been a while since we last met. How are you doing?"

Shirley Yang raised her hand to smooth a strand of hair that fell by her ear and smiled faintly, "I'm now a photojournalist for Geographical Discovery Weekly. What about you? Why do you dress like a hippie? I remember that the mainland seems to have very strict requirements on personal dress and appearance, right?"

Old Hu raised his hand and grabbed a handful of his hair, his face reddening. Could he tell Shirley Yang the real reason why he kept long hair?

"I just forgot to take care of it. If you don't like it, I'll go cut it now."

Shirley Yang covered her mouth and chuckled, "No, you look pretty good like this, but won't you be punished for doing this?"

Old Hu stared at Shirley Yang, who was smiling sweetly, and stammered, "It's okay, the boss allowed it."

"Boss? Are you talking about Professor Chang?"

Shirley Yang turned her head and glanced at Chang Zhengyang who was standing in the middle of the banquet hall. The other party seemed to have noticed something and glanced at her with lightning eyes.

"Sometimes I really doubt that your Professor Chang is not a scientist. He is more like a divine eagle soaring in the sky, looking down at all the prey on the earth."

It was obvious that Shirley Yang's words were meant to imply something. Old Hu just laughed it off and did not respond directly to her words.

In order to change the subject, Lao Hu began to ask Shirley Yang about her mother's health. Shirley Yang immediately smiled and said, "My mom is in good health now, thanks to Professor Chang. I think he is the most powerful biologist in the world."

Shirley Yang's heartfelt compliment obviously made Lao Hu very satisfied.

"Of course. Brother Zhengyang is the most capable person I have ever met. I tell you, sometimes I even doubt whether there is anything else he can't do besides giving birth to a child."

"Is he really that powerful?"

Shirley Yang looked disbelieving, she felt that Lao Hu was just flattering for the sake of flattery.

Seeing this, Old Hu just smiled and said nothing. He couldn't reveal certain things to Shirley Yang just to prove that Chang Zhengyang was powerful. Although he had a good impression of Shirley Yang, he was not so horny that he would lose his mind in front of the girl he liked.

"Shirley, do you know this friend from the mainland? Can you introduce this friend to me?"

Old Hu saw Shirley Yang frowning first, then showing a playful smile. She whispered to Old Hu: "Hu Bayi, can you do me a favor and help me get rid of this dog-skin plaster?"

As the beauty approached, a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and Lao Hu suddenly felt his whole body getting hot.

Although I feel that I am being used as a gun by Shirley Yang, some people who want to be used as a gun by a beautiful woman are not qualified!

For example, the young man walking towards them. Lao Hu looked at this young man with a smile on his face but hostility in his eyes.

This guy had his hair combed meticulously, had a handsome face, a tall figure, and was wearing a well-fitting suit that looked very expensive. He was holding a cup in his right hand, and a Patek Philippe watch was shining under the light.

When he was about to walk behind Shirley Yang, Shirley Yang took a deep breath, smiled brightly, turned around and said to the young man, "Brother Lingyun, this is my grandfather's nephew, his last name is Hu Bayi, Lao Hu, this is Kong Lingyun, five years older than me, he took good care of me when I was a child."

This woman's smile is so fake!

The corner of Old Hu's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile at Kong Lingyun.

"So you're Grandpa Shirley's great-nephew. Nice to meet you!"

A gloomy look flashed across Kong Lingyun's eyes, and he extended his hand to Lao Hu. Seeing this, Lao Hu had no choice but to shake hands with him.

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

The two men's hands separated as soon as they touched. Kong Lingyun took a step back and wanted to stand next to Shirley Yang, but the other party predicted his thoughts in advance and moved quietly to stand next to Hu Bayi.

This time, Kong Lingyun's face finally turned gloomy. Just when Lao Hu thought that he was going to lose his temper, he seemed to have managed to maintain his energy well, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again.

He just raised his glass to Lao Hu and said calmly, "Where is Mr. Hu employed?"

Old Hu could smell the faint fragrance around him from time to time, and he grinned, revealing his dazzling white teeth and said, "I am just a soldier."

"Oh, you're a soldier. Mr. Hu is really young and promising. I heard that salaries in the mainland are very low. I think Mr. Hu is quite capable. Are you interested in working in my group company? I can guarantee you an annual salary of 50,000 US dollars."

It turns out that he is just a private. I'm sure he would be excited to hear that he can get a salary of 50,000 US dollars a year!

You wanna throw money at your buddies?

Just as Lao Hu was about to refuse, Fatty Wang jumped out from the side like a ghost, gnawing on the roasted lamb leg in his hand while muttering, "Where did this toad come from? Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror? Our Lao Hu can be bribed with a mere 50,000 US dollars? Do you know who Lao Hu's father is? I'll scare you to death if I tell you. His father is the commander of a military region, with 200,000 troops under his command..."

"Fatty, stop talking. Mr. Kong, I'm sorry, my buddy is just talking nonsense. Please don't take it seriously."

Kong Lingyun looked at the reserved Old Hu, his gentle smile gradually disappeared, and the wine glass in his hand creaked.

What did he see!

He clearly saw the condescending contempt in the eyes of this mainland boy. So what if he was the commander's son? He was still a poor guy!

Kong Lingyun would not understand that in Lao Hu's eyes, he was a corrupt reactionary who should be overthrown and swept into the garbage dump of history.

It was not at all what he understood as the general's son looking down on businessmen with contempt.

"Sorry, I have something to do suddenly, so I can't accompany you anymore. Shirley, please entertain these two friends from the mainland for me."