What satisfied Zhang Lang the most was that he saved enough face outside.

If you have any questions, no matter how many questions you have in your heart, you will not say them in front of outsiders.

Zhang Lang paid the money and left with the incense burner that Tang Feifei had liked.

It was quite far away from the stall where you bought antiques, and Tang Feifei asked, "Husband, why did you buy that ring? I look so ugly!"

Zhang Lang stretched out his hand, "Look!"

"Wow! These two rings look like this! If this one is a little brighter, it will be even more similar!"

"This is just covered by dust! After cleaning it, there will be light. How about our wedding rings?"

"Well! I don't want it if I can't clean it!"

"Don't worry! Are you not at ease doing things for my husband?"

"Is this incense burner really a Xuande furnace?" Tang Feifei took the incense burner he just bought and looked through it.

"How many Xuande furnaces are there! This one is a post-imitation, and the imitation is pretty good!"

Tang Feifei looked at the time and said in a little disappointed way: "Oh! It's so late, and there are still many places I haven't visited!"

Zhang Langshu persuaded: "Anyway, we are not in a hurry to go back, we can come and visit again another day!"

Tang Feifei nodded happily, "Okay! Husband, you are so nice!"

I have to attend the HSBC charity party in the evening, and it’s time to go back and change my clothes.

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Fate always applies so much. A few days ago, Zhang Lang went to the Peninsula Hotel for dinner and was rejected.

Today, HSBC held a charity party at the Peninsula Hotel and invited Zhang Lang to attend.

While waiting for Tang Feifei to put on makeup, Zhang Lang held the invitation and thought boredly that it would be interesting if he was rejected again today.

I don’t know if the Kerry Dao family can withstand the anger of HSBC.

Oh! The two families look like they are almost the same.

Tang Feifei put on her makeup and walked out of the room, and Zhang Lang suddenly felt the whole living room lit up.

A black cheongsam with dark patterns and wearing Tang Feifei's body was so well-matched that she perfectly showed her figure, revealing her mystery, nobility and elegance.

The cheongsam was split ten centimeters above the knee, and a pair of straight long legs flashed faintly in the cheongsam, full of temptation.

For a moment, Zhang Lang had an impulse and could not let his wife wear this outfit to attend the banquet, otherwise he would suffer a lot.

Without makeup, she just slashed her eyebrows and gently curled her long hair, which made Tang Feifei look clean and neat. She had a faint bookish aura on her body, and an intellectual beauty came to her face.

Dignity, virtuousness, intellectual beauty, Zhang Lang felt that it was not too much to use all the words to describe women's beauty.

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HSBC's charity party was very grand. For this charity party, HSBC booked the Peninsula Hotel.

There is a long red carpet outside the hotel, and the red carpet is surrounded by reporters taking photos, which makes Zhang Lang feel like he is participating in the Oscar show.

I secretly complained in my heart that I can save twenty or thirty disabled children with disabilities.

With this money in the country, you can build more than a dozen rural primary schools.

On the head of the red carpet, there are people who are responsible for the roll call. If the guests hand over the invitation, the roll call will shout that someone will arrive.

Zhang Lang took Tang Feifei out of the car and attracted the attention of the audience.

Tang Feifei's outfit was so eye-catching, and everyone's eyes turned with Tang Feifei's pace.

A series of words that describe women, such as nobility, dignity, elegance, intellectuality, and eroticism, flash in their minds.

Someone even had two words in his mind, "Holy Mother!"

Looking at Tang Feifei, who is noble and elegant in cheongsam, and then looking at Zhang Lang in military uniform, everyone has a strong sense of incongruity.

It seemed as if I had returned to the 1930s and saw a young warlord bringing his wife to the cocktail party.

Zhang Lang was wearing an old military uniform, but no one dared to look down on him. He was 1.8 meters tall and tall, and he was free in every move. His body showed a high and despised temperament.

Everyone speculated about Zhang Lang's identity, which wealthy family's son would choose such an alternative dress.

There are even young people with little stars in their eyes, thinking to them that they will wear old military uniforms tomorrow, which is so fucking handsome.

It was simply blinded.

There are also wealthy daughters who squint their eyes and fantasize that the woman holding Zhang Lang is herself.

Walking to the end of the red carpet, Ye Xiaoxian accompanied a Chinese man in his fifties out of the hotel gate and greeted him.

Ye Xiaoxian respectfully introduced to Zhang Lang, "Dignified Mr. Zhang, this is Mr. Chen Cao, our chairman of the HSBC Council!"

"Mr. Zhang, I'll be lucky! I'll be lucky! I'll be happy! I'll be welcome!" Chen Zhuo said politely while holding Zhang Lang's hand in both hands, while examining the mysterious young man in front of him.

As the chairman of the HSBC Bank's Board of Sense, he knew very well that the young man in old military uniforms was worth more than all the wealthy people present today.

"Mr. Chen! You are polite! How dare you come and greet him!" Zhang Lang also greeted Shen Zhou politely.

The man who was following Zhang Lang was almost shocked. Who was this old military uniform falling to the ground?

Who is Chen Zhu? The rich people in Xiangjiang can ignore the Governor of Hong Kong, but no one dares to underestimate Chen Zhu.

Sometimes his attitude can directly determine the life and death of a family.

I just welcomed Mr. Huo, but he was just like this!

Everyone is guessing Zhang Lang’s identity. The most reliable guess is that Zhang Lang is the heir to a big family in the mainland, and he should be from the military when he sees it.

Ordinary people have no idea yet, but the wealthy people like Xiangjiang have already started to wander around.

Some people inquire about the mainland's attitude towards Hong Kong, and some people inquire about whether Britain will return Hong Kong to mainland China.

In short, under the seemingly calm water of the Xiangjiang pond, there are already turbulent waves.

There are both the British’s agitation behind it, the fanning of Taiwan, and some people who overestimate themselves are trying to learn from Taiwan’s separatist rule.

In the end, everyone has always determined that Zhang Lang is the heir to a large family in China.

Some people say that if a man succeeds, you will know it by looking at the women around her.

Tang Feifei's eyes and smile revealed her incomparable dignity, which was definitely not something that ordinary families could cultivate.

If Zhang Lang knew what they were thinking, he would definitely laugh out loud!

What a mysterious family! My buddy is just a village chief.

But if you want to talk about dignity, it is definitely the most noble family in China at present.

What family dares to compare with gods, although my buddy is just a land god.

But the Land Lord is also a god!

Chen Zhu accompanied Zhang Lang to the hotel, "Mr. Zhang, you are so young and promising! If you have the opportunity to make a fortune in the future, you will also take us with HSBC!"

"Haha! HSBC made a lot of money this time!"

Zhang Lang has to pay the handling fee when operating gold through HSBC, generally speaking, it is 5%.

He was rich and generous, or had fundamental changes in his attitude towards money. Zhang Lang did not bargain with HSBC, and HSBC Bank was happy to pretend to be confused and charged according to the highest handling fee.

Zhang Lang earned more than 30 billion US dollars in a few days, and HSBC made a fortune just by handling fees.

Not caring means not caring, but it does not mean that Zhang Lang is a fool.
Chapter completed!