Seeing the hotel's presidential suite, Yang Jun finally found the prosperous feeling of later generations.

Pure white marble, modern furniture, fashionable clothing, busy traffic on the street, and an endless stream of beetle-like cars. Walking on the street, from time to time, you meet a few fashionably dressed girls.

Yang Jun entered the presidential suite and told Jiang Haitao not to see anyone and that he should have a good sleep.

Ma Juzi and Luo Xiaojun came to Hong Kong City for the first time. The bustling scene made them lose their way. They lay by the window and enjoyed the scenery outside with great interest.

"Uncle Ma, the buildings here are so high, and the people on the ground are like ants." Sun Zhaocai screamed.

This guy was Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, which was a complete eye-opener.

Even though Ma Juzi was calm enough, he was also shocked by the sight in front of him.

"That's bullshit. You can't even see the shadow of an ant on the plane."

In front of a junior like Sun Zhaocai, he, as an elder, naturally cannot appear so knowledgeable.

Although there was a look of disdain on his face, he yearned for this kind of life in his heart.

"Secretary Jiang, you have been with Uncle Yang the longest, and you must have seen a lot of the world. Do you know what delicious food there is in Hong Kong City?" Sun Zhaocai asked.

This bastard never forgets food wherever he goes.

"Yes, there are so many specialty snacks in Hong Kong City, such as barbecued pork buns, hamburgers, fish meatballs, beef brisket noodles, etc."

When he worked as a guard for Guo Cao Cao, he came to Hong Kong City and had seen the world.

"However, I'm afraid you are not used to it. The sweets are extremely sweet and the food smells fishy. You definitely don't like it."

Sun Zhaocai swallowed saliva, his eyes shining.

"Just because you don't like to eat it doesn't mean that I don't like to eat it. I must try it when I have time."

Jiang Haitao sneered: "I advise you to save money. With your salary, you won't even have the chance to enter McDonald's once."

"Besides, your money doesn't circulate here. If you want to use the currency here, you have to go to the bank to exchange it."

"I advise you to just stay in the hotel."

When the guards who followed him heard this, they immediately lowered their heads.

Thinking about it, you know that in such a prosperous place, the consumption is definitely not low. With their small salary, they can throw it in without making a sound.

"Then...didn't we come here in vain?" Sun Zhaocai said dejectedly.

"Not always."

Jiang Haitao smiled and said: "Just because you can't afford it doesn't mean others can't afford it either."

After saying that, everyone looked at Yang Jun's room.

…

It wasn't until the lanterns came on that Yang Jun stretched himself out of the room.

I slept very soundly this time.

After many years, Yang Jun finally experienced the benefits of Simmons again. Although the spring bed at home was good, he always felt that Simmons was still more comfortable to sleep on.

If it weren't for the constraints, Yang Jun would really like to get a Simmons mattress back home.

"Xiaojun, what time is it?"

Luo Xiaojun looked at the sky outside, and then looked at his watch.

"Uncle Master, it's already seven o'clock."

It's still slightly bright at seven o'clock in the summer, especially in the brightly lit port city. The real nightlife can't start until two hours later.

"Have you all eaten?"

"not yet."

Luo Xiaojun said: "Uncle, the secretary of the big leader is here to inform you, asking you to go to the hall at 7:30 to attend the banquet hosted by the local leaders."

When Yang Jun heard this, his face showed displeasure.

He didn't like attending such banquets the most. He couldn't eat enough and didn't have much fun. Especially as a leading cadre, his every move was watched by many people, which was particularly awkward.

However, he knew that he had to attend this kind of banquet.

"Get ready and go down later."

"yes."

Yang Jun went back to his room and changed his clothes. To participate in a banquet of this level, as a leading cadre, he must dress appropriately and not lose face.

I changed into a new set of clothes, black pants, a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and shiny big leather shoes.

They looked in the mirror and felt something was wrong, so they took off their short-sleeved T-shirts and put on long-sleeved shirts. Even if it was a hot day, they couldn't wear short-sleeved shirts.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After changing clothes, it is already 7:20.

So, Yang Jun started to go out.

Before going to the lobby, he first went to the suite next door to meet Guo Caocao.

"Jun'er, I'm not feeling well. After we meet later, you can have a few drinks with the local leaders for me."

Guo Caocao has also changed into new clothes and is currently lying on the sofa with his eyes closed to relax.

"Uncle Guo, I often use this trick of yours. As long as I don't want to participate in those social events, I will ask the people below to step in for me." Yang Jun smiled, then sat on the sofa next to him, and lit a cigarette.

.

"Fuck you, you think everyone is like you."

Guo Caocao raised his foot and wanted to kick him.

Yang Jun quickly hid.

"Look, look, you look uncomfortable at all."

"I don't want to participate in such a social event, what are you doing?"

Guo Caocao simply stopped pretending and directly showed his cards.

"I just want to be lazy, are you jealous?"

"You know, others who want this opportunity to show their faces haven't yet."

Guo Caochao sat on the sofa with a proud look.

"I don't want this opportunity to show my face either." Yang Jun muttered in a low voice.

"I think it's not that you don't need the opportunity to show your face, but that you don't want the chance to show your face."

"Okay, okay, Uncle Guo, please stop, I want this face, why don't I just go?"

This guy will recite the tightening curse whenever he is unhappy. Who can bear this?

"You bitch."

Guo Caocao muttered.

At this time, Guo Caochao's secretary Xiao Liu came over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"The other leaders are here, let's go down," Guo Caocao said.

"Uncle Guo, please."

Yang Jun is only the deputy leader of the inspection team. There is also a deputy leader named Wang. Among these people, there are several people with similar status to Yang Jun. Therefore, when meeting with the local leaders, Yang Jun tries his best to

Not showing up.

Even after Guo Caocao showed his face and left, Yang Jun followed the lead of the deputy commander named Wang.

…

The banquet is very boring. Most of them are talking about polite words. You compliment me a few words, I compliment you a few words, and then there is a round of business exchanges, hello, me, hello, everyone. Now that you have a little face, everyone will do their best.

Happy and dispersed.

After three hours, the banquet ended.

After returning to the room, it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning.

Yang Jun went to the bathroom to take a shower and changed into clean clothes.

"Uncle Master, you still want to go out at this hour?"

Yang Jun: “It’s hard to justify a trip to Hong Kong without visiting the night market.”

"I'll treat you to a midnight snack."

Yang Jun had never been to anything but night markets. In later generations, he often visited night markets.

But tonight, he has important things to do.

Besides, it's midnight now, and all the reporters, private investigators, etc. outside have gone back to rest, so it's the best time to go out.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Thank you, great leader."
To be continued...