Chapter 331: Take things as they come
After sitting for a while, Wang Deming felt really bored, so he took the pen and paper on the table and left a note saying that he was going out for a walk and would call if he had anything, and then left.

To get from the eighth floor to the seventh floor, one has to take the stairs and pass through a door where someone was on duty. Probably because he saw Mr. Song bringing Wang Deming up, he didn't stop him and let him go downstairs directly.

When I got to the 7th floor and took the elevator, I realized that this place was not just busy, it was extremely busy, okay?
The elevator must stop at every floor. Not to mention people going in and out of each floor, as soon as the door opens, you can hear the loud noise on that floor, almost like a vegetable market.

There are all kinds of languages, but English is the main language, and they are all related to foreign trade.
There were also comrades standing guard at the door on the first floor, with a holster made of hard cowhide on his waist. It was so tightly covered that no one knew if there was a real weapon inside.

After coming out of the building, Wang Deming suddenly lost his direction. Several friends he met in Hong Kong seemed to have office buildings here, but he had never contacted them by phone before. If he went there suddenly, the front desk would definitely ask: "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

Suddenly, he heard a loud shout in his ear: "Fuck your uncle, fuck your mother!"

I saw a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, long hair, and an artistic appearance, walking and cursing.
As a result, the other party saw Wang Deming staring at him and challenged him: "What are you looking at? Don't you see the handsome guy?"

It turned out to be authentic Beijing dialect.

Wang Deming was now interested: "Hey, how could the crotch of your pants not be tightened to let a person like you out?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. Instead of cursing, he asked blankly, "Are you from Beijing?"

"That's right!"

After looking Wang Deming up and down, he suddenly said provocatively: "Can we eat outside? Do you dare to come with me?"

"Why not?"

The middle-aged man suddenly felt happy. It was a rare opportunity to meet such a good person!
"Come on, I'm going to risk it all today. I'll invite you to the Gloucester Hotel to listen to music and eat cakes!"

"Okay, lead the way."

The Gloucester Hotel is very close to the China Resources Building, also on Pedder Street, but the Gloucester Hotel is at the junction of Des Voeux Road in Central.

As we strolled over here, the middle-aged man said his surname was Li. His hometown was Jinxi in Northeast China. He grew up in Peking, studied at the Peking Art College, and then went to Shanghai to study fine arts. Later, he came to Hong Kong with his classmates to make a living.

Then he started to brag about how awesome he was and how high his status was in Hong Kong. He even showed Wang Deming the Gloucester Hotel, formerly known as the Hong Kong Hotel, which was full of celebrities. He was one of them.
"Then why don't you even have a Mercedes? And you still rely on your two legs." Wang Deming replied leisurely.

"My car broke down on the road!" Heizi Li tried to defend himself.

"Oh, a car that broke down on the road, is it a Mercedes?"

Li Heizi was so angry at Wang Deming's words that he said sarcastically, "At least I still have a car. What about you? Do you think you have 100 Hong Kong dollars on you?"

Wang Deming shook his head pretentiously, "I never carry money with me."

This time, Li Heizi was shocked and asked in fear, "Are you the second generation of the leaders?"

"No."

"Hey, I was so scared that I thought I had offended someone I shouldn't have."

"How to stab it? It depends on the person." "Who wouldn't do that?"

"Too."

The two of them bickered all the way and soon arrived at the Gloucester Hotel.

It's true, this hotel is full of celebrities as Mr. Li Heizi said. There are all kinds of cars parked in front of the hotel, but Wang Deming didn't recognize any of them. Oh, he could guess it by looking at the car logos.

There are Mercedes-Benz, Bentley, Cadillac, Ford and so on, but no Rolls-Royce. Speaking of which, the cars Wang Deming has in Xiangjiang Manor are all Mercedes-Benz, and there are also Rolls-Royces lined up.
When they arrived at the door, the hotel doorman was a little stunned when he saw Wang Deming in his Zhongshan suit, but he still opened the door for them obediently.

The coffee shop of the hotel is on the second floor. Walking up the stairs in the middle, it is just like he described, with men in suits and women in hairpins and jewels.

When Wang Deming came up, he immediately attracted many people's attention, and then they spoke in a lower voice.

The second floor should actually be called the Pastry Pavilion. In the middle of the hall there is a platform about half a foot high. There is a grand piano being played, and a girl in a long skirt is playing the violin next to it. The song they are listening to is "The Blue Danube", and the music is melodious.

After Li Heizi found a table for two and sat down, he began to look around. When he found that the person he was looking for was not there, he cursed in a low voice: "You bastard!"
Wang Deming didn't care whether he was shoveling or not. He just hooked his finger and called the waiter over: "Red wine from Bordeaux Lafite, Cuban cigars, and a serving of cheese. I only want Dahongpao black tea, nothing less. Go ahead."

Both the waiter and Li Heizi opposite were stunned.

"Oh my god!" Li Heizi jumped up from his chair and shouted, "Do you really think I'm a rich guy? You ordered something so expensive? Oh my god, red wine and cigars, do you think you're Baiyun?"

Note: This Baiyun is not that Baiyun. He is the most famous actor in the 50s. When he performed Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian in Beijing, he was pursued by many beautiful women.
"Two cups of coffee and one cookie, no, two bottles of Watsons soda"

Wang Deming smiled but said nothing, letting Li Heizi jump up and down. When Li Heizi calmed down a little, he said slowly, "No wonder your car broke down on the way. It's a Mazda, right?"

Unfortunately, the other party didn’t understand the joke.

Finally, the coffee came. Wang Deming sniffed it lightly but didn't drink it. He waited for the other party to speak. He had long seen that the other party had another purpose for inviting him here, probably to inquire about life in Beijing.

"Comrade, you haven't told me your name yet. I'll say first that my last name is Li. I've mentioned it before. My full name is Hanxiang. What's yours?"

"Li Hanxiang?"

"Yes, it's me!"

Wang Deming looked him up and down carefully at this time. If it weren't for Tony Leung Ka Fai, he really wouldn't have known that there was such a famous director, and a famous erotic film director. How could he be so plain-looking? And so dark?
"My last name is Wang, Deming."

"Oh, Comrade Wang, are you familiar with Beiwei Hutong?"

"Oh, the Beiwei Hutong in the west city, the one in Nancaochang? I used to live in the east city, Xiaojingchang in Beijing." He deliberately didn't mention Yongkang Hutong, which is very expensive.
"Oh, I heard that there is often a shortage of food there. Is that true?"

"Well, there should have been concerns about this before, but now it should be alleviated. Last year, a batch of grain was imported from India to Tianjin, about 14 tons, which greatly alleviated the food problem."

"That's good." Li Hanxiang, who was sitting opposite him, drank the coffee in one gulp as if he was drinking wine, and sat down weakly on the chair.
(End of this chapter)