Everything revolves around money.

While Wang Houlin was still pondering this statement, two cars pulled up one after another.

Tang Yuanyue stepped out of the first car.

“Have you been waiting long?”

Tang Yuanyue was in high spirits.

Though separated only by customs, this was Hong Kong territory – Tang Yuanyue’s home turf, which naturally gave him more confidence.

“You’re too kind, President Tang. We could have taken the subway.”

Tang Yuanyue smiled, “Letting guests take the subway in Hong Kong wouldn’t be proper hospitality.”

Having his invited guests resort to taking the subway would be embarrassing. Besides, Tang Yuanyue specifically wanted to spend time with Xia Xiaolan and was happy to personally drive her around.

That’s why he brought two cars – anyone with social awareness should know to take the second car.

Tang Yuanyue opened the car door with a welcoming gesture, and Xia Xiaolan didn’t stand on ceremony: “Then let’s go see the site first.”

As she got in, Bai Zhenzhu squeezed in after her.

“I’m President Xia’s bodyguard. I can’t be far from her.”

Bodyguard?

After his assistant whispered something, Tang Yuanyue nodded at Bai Zhenzhu:

“You indeed shouldn’t be far from Miss Xia. I heard you knocked out Du Zhaohui’s teeth – quite bold coming to Hong Kong. I fear Zhaohui’s anger hasn’t subsided.”

He wasn’t the type to act improperly, so Tang Yuanyue maintained his grace despite Bai Zhenzhu’s wariness.

Xia Xiaolan had forgotten about Bai Zhenzhu’s conflict with Du Zhaohui. Though worried, she reassured Bai Zhenzhu: “Young Master Du is a law-abiding Hong Kong businessman in Shenzhen now. He’s probably forgotten about that minor incident.”

Law-abiding?

That term didn’t suit someone with the surname Du.

However, Du Zhaohui would likely put on an act in front of Xia Xiaolan.

Tang Yuanyue was just giving a casual reminder. As long as Bai Zhenzhu didn’t venture out alone and stayed in Tang family territory, Du Zhaohui wouldn’t make any moves.

Though Xia Xiaolan wanted to go directly to the site, Tang Yuanyue first took her, Bai Zhenzhu, and the others to lunch.

Xia Xiaolan thought it was fine, and the food was good.

Bai Zhenzhu stayed quiet about things she didn’t understand.

Wang Houlin and Gong Yang had already become complete country bumpkins.

Wang Houlin finally understood what “everything revolves around money” meant. Everywhere Tang Yuanyue went, doormen greeted Young Master Tang with faces beaming brighter than flowers, bowing and running alongside them. Tang Yuanyue casually handed out tips – the excessively enthusiastic service, practically kowtowing, was clearly for the tips.

Wang Houlin thought even the haughty salespeople in mainland state-owned stores were better!

He couldn’t decide which was more uncomfortable – looking down at people with raised chins or bowing with forced smiles.

After lunch, they finally went to see the site.

Soon, Xia Xiaolan’s group saw the “old” property Tang Yuanyue had mentioned.

A villa overlooking Victoria Harbour… Hong Kong people considered 1,000 square feet a mansion, over 2,000 square feet luxurious – Tang Yuanyue’s house was well over 5,000 square feet. Even to Xia Xiaolan’s eye, the villa’s decoration wasn’t outdated at all.

Even after 30 years, mainland nouveau riche decorating their villas might not match the aesthetics of this sea-view house.

“President Tang, this doesn’t seem like letting me repay a favor.”

Tang Yuanyue didn’t bat an eye.

“This house had previous occupants. I don’t like this cold style – it doesn’t feel like home.”

Xia Xiaolan had to agree on this point.

Walking through, the tech-inspired design looked clean and minimal, but living there long-term might affect one’s mood.

Such a sea-view house should be bright and airy, in harmony with the harbor view.

After dealing with business world schemes, one could return home to enjoy Victoria Harbour through floor-to-ceiling windows, relaxing on a comfortable luxury sofa… Xia Xiaolan already had some ideas forming.

“Let’s measure the dimensions first. We can discuss specific requirements gradually.”

After showing Xia Xiaolan around the villa, Tang Yuanyue checked his watch twice, “I apologize, but I have a very important afternoon meeting I must attend. If we can finish by dinner time, may I invite you to dine privately?”

He was inviting just Xia Xiaolan, not Bai Zhenzhu, Gong Yang, or Wang Houlin.

Xia Xiaolan nodded, “See you tonight then.”

Having dinner with a client wouldn’t hurt. She had no romantic notions – it didn’t matter who she dined with.

After Tang Yuanyue left, Wang Houlin couldn’t help touching the marble walls: “We’re removing all this?”

“Mr. Wang thinks it’s wasteful? This is how Hong Kong’s wealthy live. For families like the Tangs who accumulated capital in the previous generation, they don’t think about saving money, but making more.”

If they don’t like the house’s decoration, they simply change it.

For someone like Tang Yuanyue, this was perfectly normal.

He didn’t lack houses to live in. While ordinary people found renovation time-consuming, expensive, and draining, Tang Yuanyue only needed to pay professional teams to handle it.

Wang Houlin was shocked by the Hong Kong rich’s extravagance. Hong Kong people were truly wealthy.

He hadn’t felt it so strongly in Shenzhen. Though Hong Kong businessmen were known to be rich, Wang Houlin had never interacted with them up close.

Hong Kong buyers at Jinsha Chi who could pay 200,000 yuan upfront seemed very wealthy to Wang Houlin, but compared to someone like Tang Yuanyue, it was nothing.

Gong Yang held his notebook foolishly: “President Xia, he hasn’t mentioned the budget yet.”

Xia Xiaolan looked at him sympathetically, “For someone like Young Master Tang, renovation doesn’t need a budget.”

As long as the design was good enough and the price wasn’t ridiculous, Tang Yuanyue would surely accept it.

Too bad Hong Kong was so complicated – if she could give this business to Uncle Liu Yong, he could make quite a profit!

…

Xia Xiaolan had come to Hong Kong!

Tang Yuanyue took Xia Xiaolan to lunch.

Tang Yuanyue took Xia Xiaolan to one of his villas.

Tang Yuanyue… no, was Xia Xiaolan alone at the villa now?

Du Zhaohui examined himself in the mirror, feeling quite handsome. Just as he was about to grab his coat and leave, the phone rang.

“Young Master, it’s Chairman Du calling.”

It was Du Chengrong calling, saying since Du Zhaohui rarely returned to Hong Kong, why not come home for a meal?

“Your second brother is also busy with work. When was the last time you brothers sat down together for a meal and chat?”

Had the old man been possessed?

He knew how much Du Zhaohui despised those people.

Having been away from Hong Kong for so long, Du Zhaohui felt rusty at playing the role of loving brother.

But he still happily agreed on the phone: “Perfect timing. It’s still early, and Zhaoqi should be at the company. I’ll pick him up and we’ll go home together.”

“Young Master, you—”

Ah Hua had already prepared the car.

Du Zhaohui cracked his knuckles, “Change route to Central. I’ll stop by the company. Take Wang Mingming home first.”

Outside the villa in a car, Wang Mingming sat while her manager Le Feng was still trying to convince her:

“I know you have feelings for Mr. Mo, but you know what kind of person Du Zhaohui is. Though he’s a playboy, he’s generous with girlfriends. If you please him well, the benefits would make it worthwhile.”