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 to sit for a while? Mr. Owen."
Irving pondered after hearing this. He got off and said, "Let's find a quiet place. I don't like too much noise."
"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.
“What should I drink?”
"Coffee bar, I still like your Mandheling."
"Come here!"
Chu Heng turned to a man not far away who was looking this way. The front desk waiter waved to him, and when he arrived, he ordered: "Make a pot of Mandheling coffee, brew a pot of Longjing tea, and send some snacks to my room."
"Okay. Yes, Mr. Chu." The waiter bowed respectfully and responded.
Immediately, 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, thank you 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. He gave them what they wanted.
“Wow!”
Chu Heng personally gave Owen a cup of coffee and said with a smile: “Have a try. 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 for so long, what are you busy with?"
"Nothing, just writing a novel" Chu Heng blinked and said casually.
"Oh? You can also write novels? Tell me, what kind of novel is it?" Owen suddenly became interested and hurriedly went to Chu Heng's side. He was also a half-literary lover, and occasionally I also write something, but I have never published it.
"It's a fantasy novel called Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. It's about a boy who survived the catastrophe..."
Chu Heng had to give him the story roughly. Talked about it for a while.
"This is a very good story!" Owen's eyes lit up after hearing this: "I can't wait to read it. Has this novel been published?"
"It has been published. I have transferred the copyright to it. It was handed over to Citigroup's Blue Oak Publishing House. It is currently only sold in the North American market. It seems that it has already sold two copies. One hundred thousand copies."
"Two hundred thousand! Then you can be called a novelist now!"
Owen was surprised when he asked casually. The eyes 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 novelist is much more noble than that of a billionaire.
"You can't really be considered a novelist. I just wrote casually. I didn't expect it to sell so well." Chu Heng smiled modestly.
"No, no, no, Chu, two hundred thousand sales is already a very impressive amount. 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 see me this time? "
"Look, I was so happy talking to 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. They found me and asked me to intercede with you and let you give them the land in To Kwa Wan. I owed their chairman Mr. Guo a favor before, and I really couldn't refuse, so I had to 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 that good? 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 contempt. I pulled him to continue chatting about the novel.
At first, the two of them just talked about Chu Heng's novels, and later they talked about literature. Fortunately, Chu Da knew a little bit about everything and could barely cope with it.
The two of them stayed like this until about eight o'clock, when Owen had to leave because he had to attend an appointment.
"Goodbye, Chu. I'll finish my work in a few days. Come and sit at my house, and we'll continue chatting then."
At the door of the hotel, Owen shook Chu Heng's hand with unfinished feelings, turned around and went up The car leaves.
Chu Heng stood in front of the door and watched the cars gradually merge into the traffic, then turned 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 and felt depressed. He smoked his head one after another.
Irving'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 been rooted in Hong Kong Island for many years and have intricate relationships.
For example today, if they are not looking for Owen, a guy with whom he has a good relationship, but another person he can't afford to offend, will 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.
"Ding-ring-ring!"
After a while, the phone suddenly rang in the room, which brought Chu Heng back to his senses. He hurriedly turned around and walked over, grabbing the phone on the table: "Hello."
< br>"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?"
"Okay, but don't come too early tomorrow, after two o'clock in the afternoon, when the work will be done."
"Okay."
“Do you miss me?”
“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 will enrich you."
"You Stop talking , I can’t listen to this now.”
“Haha, Langhozi!”
The two talked on the phone for a while without shame, and they didn’t hang up until Han Yunwen came up with something. Disconnect the phone.
"Tsk!"
Putting the phone back on the table, Chu Heng, who was so hot from talking to him, smacked his mouth. After thinking about it, he turned around and left the room, calling Han Xu and Cen Hao. , preparing to go to Du Laozhi to extinguish the fire.