Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

Li Xuexuan, Li Zhaoji, Li Jiacheng and others have found that the scene is out of control!

"So now, please ask me and Qiuguan to sing the theme song of this play for everyone, which is also the song created by Mr. Shi Zhijian---"Crossing Love"!" Zhao Yazhi held the microphone and her beautiful eyes were full of joy and excitement.

"Good!"

The crowd cheers!

Xu Sanshao and Huo Dashao, as well as Yan Xiong, Laihao and others were stunned! What are you doing? concert? New movie release?

The music is on!

Zheng Shaoqiu, dressed as Elvis Presley, sang, "Oh my God, the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in March! The spring rain is like wine and smoke!"

Zhao Yazhi: "It's a fate to meet you from thousands of miles away! It's hard to hold hands without a chance!" The voice was clear and tactful.

You come and go, and the two perform to their heart's content on the stage.

Zhao Yazhi held her orchid fingers up, smiling beautifully, with beautiful eyes looking forward, and her appearance was charming and lovely.

Zheng Shaoqiu is affectionate, wearing bell-bottom trousers with stretched buttocks to do paddle rowing.

The two interpret the story of "Crossing Love" vividly.

The audience was mesmerized!

Li Xuexuan rubbed his brows, feeling that a wave of anger was stuck in his heart and had nowhere to vent!

Li Zhaoji ate his cigarettes speechlessly.

Guo Desheng and Feng Jingqi were also generally speechless, their brows furrowed.

Li Jiacheng stood in the crowd and felt that the trend was over!

I finally waited until Zheng Shaoqiu and Zhao Yazhi finished the song "Crossing Love".

I thought this "performance" was about to end, but I didn't expect Zhao Yazhi to say again at the end: "Mr. Shi also wrote a song for me alone, called "Waiting for a Thousand Years"! Do you want to listen to it?"

"Want to hear!" The scene was uniform.

"I want to hear you, you bastard!" Li Xuexuan yelled in the BMW! All going crazy!

The prelude to "Waiting for a Thousand Years" sounded:

what---! what---! what---!

Thousands of years to wait and wait!

I have no regrets after waiting for a thousand years!

Xu Sanshao, Huo Dashao and the others went from dumbfounded to numb!

What the hell? !

Turned into a concert? !

And where did Ajian go?

No matter how sharp Zheng Shaoqiu and Zhao Yazhi are, they won't last long! If he doesn't show up by then, it's over!

…

An hour ago, the United States was on a flight to Hong Kong.

In the high-end business class, the American Wall Street financial tycoon Rockefeller is sitting in the VIP seat wearing glasses, holding a Mickey Mouse cartoon pen and making information records on the newspaper.

At this moment, a glass ball rolled over, and a four or five-year-old boy came over from the economic warehouse.

He took a peek at where the glass ball fell, just under Rockefeller's feet.

The little boy blinked his **** eyes, hesitant to go forward.

Rockefeller just looked up to see this scene. He looked down at the glass ball under his feet, took off his glasses, put down the cartoon pen in his hand, put it on the bin with the newspaper, and then bent down and picked up the glass ball with his hands.

"Is this your glass ball?" Rockefeller asked the little boy with a smile.

The little boy nodded.

"Hey, I'll give it back to you!" Rockefeller said to the little boy with his palms open.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then walked into the business class from outside, reached out and took his glass ball from Rockefeller's hand.

"Thank you, Grandpa!" said the little boy politely.

Rockefeller glanced at the little boy. He was a very beautiful mixed-race child. He should be of Asian descent. His hair and eyes were all black, but his skin was very white.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Brandon Li! By the way, I also have a Chinese name, Li Guohao!"

"Li Guohao? This name sounds nice." Rockefeller smiled. "Who are you flying with?"

The little boy tilted his head: "My parents, yes, and my sister! My sister is very young, she is only one year old this year! But she is very cute, I will beat anyone who bullies her!"

"Wow, you look amazing!"

"Of course!" the little boy said proudly with his face raised, "I know kung fu! Have you heard of Chinese kung fu? My father knows it!"

"Wow, so your dad is a kung fu master!"

"Yes, he opened a martial arts gym in Los Angeles, and he has many apprentices!" the little boy said proudly.

"It's so dangerous! Fortunately, I returned the glass ball to you, otherwise what would I do if I offended you? Your father and you are both good at kung fu!" Rockefeller gestured twice, but it was a karate move.

In this era, the word "Kung Fu" has not yet spread around the world. On the contrary, Japanese stupid karate and Korean taekwondo are very famous. Many Americans know these sports.

"Okay, Grandpa, I can't chat with you anymore, my parents will be anxious if they don't see me!" The little boy said, but his eyes turned to the beautiful Mickey Mouse cartoon pen.

Who is Rockefeller, you can see at a glance.

"Do you like this pen very much?"

"Yeah!" The little boy nodded, "It's beautiful."

"Do you know what it's called?"

"It's called Mickey! I've seen it on TV!"

"Yes, it's called Mickey!" Rockefeller picked up the pen, "Do you want to be friends with Mickey?"

"Yeah!" The little boy nodded again.

"Then shall I give it to you?"

"Can you?" the little boy asked innocently.

"Of course! If we are friends!" Rockefeller said with a smile, "Then would you like to be friends with me?"

"Yes!" The little boy nodded sharply.

"That's good! Come, let's high-five!" Rockefeller stretched out his hand.

The little boy smiled and clapped with Rockefeller's big hand, bang bang bang, three times!

"How good you look, now we are friends!" Rockefeller picked up the pen with a smile and put it in the little boy's hand, "I gave this pen to you as a friend! You must cherish it and use it study well!"

"Okay, Grandpa!" The little boy was very happy.

In this way, the little boy happily left the business class with the cartoon pen given to him by Rockefeller.

Here Rockefeller put on his glasses again, picked up the newspaper and looked through it.

This time he came to Hong Kong at the invitation of Shi Zhijian, the president of Shinhwa Group. In addition, he himself has a huge plan to implement in Hong Kong. Perhaps this is a rare opportunity for Hong Kong and the Chase Bank he controls.

…

"Guohao, where did you steal this pen?" A man with a Chinese character saw his son showing off the cartoon pen in his hand. He didn't care at first, but he immediately realized that something was wrong, because the pen turned out to be a gold pen. !

He thought he had read it wrong, so he hurriedly asked for the pen, carefully screened it, and handed it to his wife Linda, who confirmed that it was a golden pen after reading it.

How could a son have such an expensive thing?

The little boy has been afraid of this upright father with a Chinese character face since he was a child. For him, his father has always been stern. In addition to practicing boxing, he likes to find people to learn kung fu. Often those who want to provoke him are beaten badly by him!

In the eyes of the little boy, his father is an invincible existence.

"I... I didn't steal it, someone gave it to me!" the little boy defended.

"It was given by someone else? Guohao, don't lie! Do you know what this is? A very expensive gold pen, if you spend money to buy it, it will cost at least seven or eight hundred dollars!" The man with the face of the Chinese character criticized his son.

"I really didn't steal it! It was given by someone else!" The little boy became anxious and loudly defended.

Linda hugged her one-year-old daughter and said to her husband, "Brandon won't steal, you'd better ask more!"

The man with the Chinese character glared at his wife, "As I said, now we are going back to Hong Kong, so you should call him Guohao in the future, and don't call him his English name again!"

Linda felt a little wronged, she tightened her daughter in her arms and said, "Really? You chauvinist, you have never treated me like this before!"

"I'm just arguing with you, to do as the locals do, understand?"

Seeing that his parents suddenly quarreled, the little boy said anxiously: "Don't quarrel! This pen was given to me by the grandfather inside! We are friends!"

"Someone gave it to you? Or an old grandpa? I want to see, this old grandfather is the one!"

…

Rockefeller put down the newspaper, asked for a cup of coffee, and was about to take a sip when he saw the cute mixed-race boy walking in from the economic warehouse outside with an adult.

The flight crew was about to stop the man with the Chinese character face and told him that this is business class and outsiders are not allowed to enter, but Rockefeller beckoned to stop him: "Let them in, they are here for me!"

The flight crew knew the famous Rockefeller, and when he saw him speak, he couldn't say more, so he hurriedly stepped aside to let the two in.

"Hello sir, my son said this pen..."

Before the man with the Chinese character face could finish speaking, Rockefeller interrupted him and said, "Yes, yes! I gave it to him! We are from friends, and it is normal to send gifts between friends."

The little boy was proud, raised his face and said to his father, "Look, right? You don't believe me when I told you!"

The man with the national character face was a little confused, UU reading www.uukanshu.com holding the golden pen, "But, this is a golden pen!"

Rockefeller smiled. "Really? Is it a pen then?"

"of course!"

"That's right! In my eyes, it is just a pen for writing from beginning to end. If you have to worry about its value, then in my eyes, it can be given as a gift!"

The man with the national character face has nothing to say!

Rockefeller smiled and reached out to the man: "Then let's get to know each other now, I, Rockefeller!"

The man with the Chinese character face didn't seem to know much about financial people, but he felt that the name was familiar, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Bruce Lee, English name---Bruce, Lee!"

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