Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi

As night fell, the bright lights of Tsim Sha Tsui illuminated the night sky.

A neat row of cars was driving slowly on a busy road.

Bai Xiuzhu in the car looked out the window at the towering buildings and the fashionable clothes on the pedestrians, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

Just two days ago, Zheng Jirong brought her from Shanghai in 1928 to Hong Kong Island in 1991.

When Zheng Jirong told her that he was from Hong Kong Island decades later, Bai Xiuzhu thought her man had gone insane. When she was thinking about whether to feed him croton or hang a weight around his neck, Zheng Jirong suddenly raised his hand and opened the time tunnel. When she reacted, she had already arrived in a world full of high-rise buildings.

It was not until this moment that Bai Xiuzhu was sure that Zheng Jirong was a person from the future.

And he was not just an ordinary person from the future. After reading newspaper news for a few days, she found that her boyfriend, who had to rely on her to make a fortune in Shanghai, was surprisingly powerful in this world.

But these are not important. Although she felt uncomfortable, she had seen cars, yachts and mansions in Shanghai. She did not feel that Zheng Jirong's status and power in Hong Kong Island were that powerful. After all, in terms of status, she was the younger sister of the vice premier in another time and space, and the niece of the chief of staff of the National GM Army. Even if Zheng Jirong's power increased tenfold, it would not be comparable to her. What really made her uncomfortable and even a little sad was that she found that she was more than fifty years older than Zheng Jirong! Oh my God. When she thought of this, she immediately pulled the hem of her skirt in anger. Seeing Zheng Jirong looking out the window with a faint smile on his lips, Bai Xiuzhu felt unhappy and subconsciously hit him twice. She always felt that he was mocking her old age. Zheng Jirong, who was hit a few times at this time, had no idea what she was thinking. He just thought that Bai Xiuzhu had not adapted to the life in Hong Kong Island and was a little uncomfortable. His attention was now completely attracted by a strange sight in the night sky. Nine stars of similar size and brightness are like a straight line across the night sky.

Nine stars in a row!

I knew that the God of Cookery Night was not simple. Looking at this situation, Guanyin might really appear at that time.

Yes, tonight is the final day of the God of Cookery Competition.

And the destination of their convoy is exactly the venue of the competition, the [Jumbo Seafood Restaurant] located at the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier!

The car slowly stopped, and the magnificent and majestic water restaurant outside the window came into view.

The entire [Jumbo Seafood Restaurant] is more than 70 meters long, 30 meters wide, and three stories high. It covers an area of ​​more than 4,000 square meters and can accommodate more than 2,000 people for dinner.

It is known as the largest sea restaurant in the world.

And it is also the industry of the catering branch of Huasheng Group.

Zheng Jirong fell in love with the ship at the first sight. If it can be managed well, it will definitely become a landmark check-in place in Hong Kong Island. There is no reason not to buy it.

So the Happy Catering Group spent 30 million to build it, and Huasheng spent 40 million to buy the boat as soon as it was launched. In total, Happy Catering Group made 10 million.

"You haven't seen such a novel water restaurant in Shanghai, right?" Zheng Jirong gently embraced Bai Xiuzhu and asked with a smile.

"No," Bai Xiuzhu stared at the "Jumbo Seafood Restaurant" in front of her curiously, and asked with some doubts in her eyes: "But why open a restaurant on a boat?"

Zheng Jirong was slightly stunned, then shrugged and said jokingly: "Maybe. Because it is not easy to catch fire."

The two walked into the boat hand in hand. At this time, Ling Lingqi and a group of people had been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing Zheng Jirong, they quickly gathered around.

Ling Lingqi nodded to Bai Xiuzhu and whispered in Zheng Jirong's ear: "We have checked everything and didn't see anything unusual."

Zheng Jirong nodded and turned to Xu Zhengyang: "Have you arranged it?"

Xu Zhengyang responded quickly: "More than 500 guards have been deployed, each equipped with weapons, including machine guns, submachine guns and even rocket launchers. Now we have people in every corner of the ship."

Zheng Jirong frowned and said: "Why disperse them so much? Gather them all and let them rest on the deck. Once they hear my order, they will rush in fully armed."

"Understood!"

Xu Zhengyang nodded heavily and turned to execute the order.

After he left, Ling Lingqi was a little puzzled and said, "Ah Rong, what kind of plane do you want to fly? It's just a cooking competition. Why are you so nervous?" Then he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, "Is there another foreign agent coming to trouble you? CIA? MI6? Mossad?" "Don't worry, senior brother," Zheng Jirong explained, "Don't think too much. If it was Mossad or something, how could I take a helicopter and a car these days?" He then patted him on the shoulder and nodded, "Go in, you'll know when the time comes." When they entered the ship hall, a large group of reporters surrounded them, led by a female reporter wearing a red leather vest. Her smoky makeup looked like she had just got off work from a nightclub. Zheng Jirong did not accept the interview. He carefully scanned the surrounding environment and found that he didn't see the abbot who had lost his dream. It seemed that he hadn't come with the wind yet. When they arrived at the arranged competition venue, almost all the guests and contestants were already in place.

After seeing him, everyone came up to greet him.

The people who came were almost the same as he expected. Both the host who looked like Vincy and the female referee Xue Jiayan with a mole on her forehead were exactly the same as in the movie.

The only difference was that Liao Jie from Manhanlou was added to the contestant seats, and Zheng Jirong himself was added to the invited guests.

Sitting in the guest seats, Zheng Jirong looked up at the contestant stage and found that there was an empty seat.

As expected, it was Stephen Chow's competition seat.

As for Stephen's life trajectory, he had never intervened much. He just opened a canning company with him. As for his future experience, Zheng Jirong was waiting and watching.

However, although he did not intervene, he sent people to monitor him secretly. If nothing unexpected happened, Stephen Chow should break into the game through the window like in the movie at the last second of the game.

The clock turned minute by minute, and the game was in the last minute in an instant.

When the clock started to tick to the last second, the window suddenly shattered, and a man with white hair and a vicissitudes of life jumped in.

Just when the audience was attracted by this sudden intruder, Zheng Jirong and Ling Lingqi turned their heads and looked at the referee's stand!

Just now, a strong and terrifying aura suddenly appeared in their perception.

There was a monk in a cassock sitting cross-legged!