noffsinger Chapter 1177 When a woman goes mad, she can destroy the world.
Chapter 1177 When a woman goes mad, she can destroy the world.
Little Ears couldn't help but ask,
"Dabao, is the situation in China still that bad? What should we do?"
Da Bao sighed, shook his head, and said.
"It's very bad. The famine is getting worse and worse. People are already starving to death in some places. This is only the first year. Experts predict that this drought will last for three years. That is to say, the most difficult time will be this year and next year."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Erduo's tears welled up in his eyes. No matter what, China is his home. What wanderer doesn't want his home to be better?
Guo Yingnan nodded silently.
"Don't worry, Southeast Asia has had a bumper harvest this year, so there's no problem with food. I will try my best to buy more food and donate it back to China."
Da Bao took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a number in it, tore off a check, and handed it to Guo Yingnan.
Guo Yingnan was startled when he saw it.
Five hundred million? How can that be so much?
Da Bao said to Guo Yingnan,
"This is the money I won yesterday. I've used it all to buy food. Let's donate it to the country in your name."
Guo Yingnan stared blankly at Da Bao. Although he was a patriotic businessman, he was still a capitalist. He never imagined that someone could donate 500 million yuan for free. This did not include the fact that Da Bao had to take half of his profits every month to support the country with supplies. All of this added up to an astronomical figure. Any one of these sums would make them one of the wealthiest families in Hong Kong.
Guo Yingnan nodded admiringly and gave Da Bao a thumbs up.
"Brother, you're amazing, I admire you so much."
Da Bao accepted Guo Yingnan's praise wholeheartedly, and they laughed and drank their tea...
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The Peninsula Hotel is the most luxurious hotel in Hong Kong. The Governor of Hong Kong had to hold his banquets here. It was also the most popular venue for Hong Kong's dignitaries, as it was not only a place to flaunt their wealth but also a platform to forge numerous partnerships.
Therefore, those who received invitations felt very honored. Although the reception was scheduled to start at 7:30 p.m., by 7 p.m., luxury cars were already arriving at the Peninsula Hotel's parking lot.
The doorman at the Peninsula Hotel parking lot is ecstatic tonight. He gets tips just for bending down to open doors, and he's making a killing from them. Tonight's tips are equivalent to three months' worth of tips from opening doors here. If possible, he wishes there were parties every day.
Tonight, the men, dressed in black or white tailcoats and bow ties, looked dashing, while the women were all in evening gowns. Thankfully, court attire was in fashion, neither revealing the shoulders nor the chest. In later times, all evening gowns would ideally be as low-cut as possible and as long as possible.
The Spring Festival is just around the corner, and the weather is quite cold. Without exception, all the ladies attending the banquet were wearing fluffy shawls. Although their thighs were shivering from the cold, their upper bodies were very warm.
Inside the Peninsula Hotel's banquet hall, the air conditioning was on full blast. Pianists and violinists, dressed in evening gowns, were playing melodious music. The high-ranking officials who had arrived early were gathered in groups of three or five, holding wine glasses and engaged in lively conversation.
Fujiwara Shizuka, dressed in a black kimono embroidered with gold patterns, walked into the banquet hall with small, quick steps. Long Sihai accompanied her. Long Sihai always wore a long robe, a top hat, and gold-rimmed glasses. This outfit seemed out of place at the banquet, but in terms of dashing and handsome, no man here could compare to Long Sihai.
After Long Sihai entered, he took a glass of wine from a waiter. As he pretended to drink, he unfolded the paper roll in his hand and couldn't help but hum.
Fujiwara Shizuka's lowered eyes and submissive demeanor perfectly embody the gentleness and obedience of a Japanese woman. This is only because others don't know her or understand her. If someone did know her, they would understand that seeing is not always believing.
They arrived a little early specifically to see the Peninsula Hotel in person. After walking around the banquet hall, Long Sihai said softly.
"My lord, breaking news: the Governor will not be in attendance today. The Chief Secretary for Administration, Mr. Robert, and the Secretary for Security, Mr. Strauss, will preside over the event."
No wonder Shizuka Fujiwara is so audacious; she even managed to infiltrate a party hosted by the Governor of Hong Kong—she certainly has some ability.
"Have you put all the gifts away?"
"Rest assured, the eighteen gifts are placed at eighteen water sources, which the Water Resources Agency can check at any time."
"Are Hayako and the others ready?"
Long Sihai nodded.
"Half an hour after the banquet begins, Tachibana and her group will occupy the entire Peninsula Hotel. Everyone in the Peninsula Hotel will be our hostage. Under this double pressure, the Governor of Hong Kong will obediently send people to deliver the gold and the money in the Swiss account."
"My lord, your actions are indeed brilliant. We only take our own money and won't ask for a single penny more. The wealthy people of Hong Kong have no objections or complaints about us, so we are not terrorists."
Fujiwara Shizuka took a glass of wine from a passing waiter, squinted her eyes, and said in a sweet voice.
"Why can't these men understand one thing? When a woman goes crazy, she can destroy the world."
"My lord, what if James Eisen gets angry and continues to put pressure on the family?"
Fujiwara Shizuka gently swirled the red wine in her glass. She didn't answer Long Sihai's question, but instead thought of the telegram the Yamaguchi-gumi leader had just sent her, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
It turns out that this gold was intended as a political donation to President Howell. James Eisen, as the first advisor, was in charge of this money. However, the voice of the people in the United States was no longer on Howell's side. After all, Howell was already seventy years old, and in a recent speech, he even talked nonsense for five minutes.
Forty-three-year-old Kenny, and Nilsson, are the frontrunners in this presidential election.
The head of the Fujiwara family was getting old. He believed that Howell, who had served four terms as president, must be deeply entrenched in the government, so he placed his bets on him. However, the head of the Ishikawa group did not think so. He ordered Fujiwara Shizuka to send the gold back to Japan, where he would present it to Kenny as a political donation. At that time, Fujiwara Shizuka would take over as the second-in-command of the Yamaguchi-gumi and become the second-generation leader.
Upon seeing the telegram, Fujiwara Shizuka finally understood why the team leader was vying with the Fujiwara family for this gold. She was trying to secure American support for whomever they wanted. Fujiwara Shizuka slowly sipped her red wine and murmured to herself.
“Father, since you have abandoned me, don’t blame me for abandoning the entire family.”
Hearing Fujiwara Shizuka's words, Long Sihai couldn't help but smile. He licked his lips; the real show was about to begin...