Chapter 226 The smell of freedom stinks

"Hello, Mr. Fang, we meet again."

Looking at this familiar face, Fang Xiang was in a trance and returned to the day when the Beijing Auto Jeep 212 rolled off the production line in Beijing.

It was this female reporter who came to interview me with a small notebook.

Later, I went to Zhongbeihai to attend the award ceremony and took photos.

She was among them and smiled at herself.

Unexpectedly, I saw her again at the Hong Kong Port today.

"Hello, when I saw you just now, I almost thought I recognized the wrong person."

Fang Xiang held the female reporter's hand.

"My name is Han Jing. I don't think I've mentioned it to you before."

Han Jing's hands were not only soft, smooth and tender, but she was also holding Fang Xiang's hand with no intention of letting go.

“Indeed, we just passed each other by before.

I didn’t expect to see it in Hong Kong Island this time.”

Fang Xiang had already realized something was wrong at this time, but fortunately, Han Jing had already let go.

"Well, get in the car first?

Can I explain the situation to you as we walk?"

Han Jing is not the type who is stunning at first sight. She has a typical oval face, big eyes, a long nose and fair skin.

I can only say that compared to the girl next door type, she is more approachable and it is hard for people to have any dislike for her.

"Okay, let's talk in the car."

Fang Xiang took the initiative to reach out and open the car door for Han Jing.

"Your visit this time is extremely important to the higher-ups.

Including some investigations into the automotive industry here, we started as soon as we received the documents last week.

Here are some preliminary investigation materials I brought with me. Please take a look at them."

After Han Jing handed over the brown paper bag in her hand, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Let me take a look first."

When Fang Xiang took the brown paper bag, he already smelled the scent of perfume coming from Han Jing.

It reminded him of Dior's Miss Sweetness, which was nice, but a little too sweet.

"Comrade Han, how do we proceed?"

Just when Fang Xiang had just untied the rope wrapped around the brown paper bag.

Xing Yi's voice came from the front driver's seat.

"Mr. Fang, please read the information first. I will go to the front and show you the way."

Han Jing showed an apologetic expression at this time, then opened the car door and prepared to go to the passenger seat.

"Mr. Fang, when we got to Hong Kong Island, there were many people there, except for us who came here with us.

Others should be more careful.”

Just as Han Jing got out of the car and walked to the passenger seat, Xing Yi's voice suddenly came from the front.

"Ah."

Fang Xiang raised his head and just saw Han Jing opening the passenger door and bending down to sit in.

Only then did I realize that Han Jing was not only dressed very fashionably, but also wore light makeup.

When she bent down just now, a large white curve of her chest was exposed.

It seems that this girl is not only good-looking, but also knows how to dress herself up. What's more rare is that she has a great figure.

Almost on par with Yin Qingqiu.

Thinking of Yin Qingqiu, Fang Xiang unconsciously turned his head to look at the car behind him.

Yin Qingqiu was sitting in the car at the back at this time.

"Let's go straight along the road first. There's a mountain road ahead, and it's a bit narrow, so please drive slowly.

There are few forks on this road before it reaches the city, and there is no need to turn. ”

After Han Jing sat down, she began to give directions.

Fang Xiang also lowered his head, took out the information from the bag and began to read it.

I have to say that the road feel when driving the car is much better than the dirt road just now.

I glanced out the window and it seemed to be a cement road.

The vehicle was driving very smoothly, and Fang Xiang finished reading the few documents.

There are not many pages and very little information on them.

Currently, car sales in Hong Kong Island are in a polarized state.

It's either a top-of-the-line luxury car or the cheapest compact car.

And the overall sales volume is much lower than expected.

It seems that Hong Kong's economy has not yet taken off at this time.

The purchasing power of the people is not much stronger than that of the mainland.

At the same time, in terms of price, the purchasing power of the Hong Kong dollar is the same as that in the mainland.

Could it be that the international currency today is not as over-issued as it will be in the future?

Fang Xiang looked at the large amount of English and prices in British pounds and US dollars on the information.

Got a preliminary understanding.

"Mr. Fang, I'm really sorry, because we are in a tight time schedule, so a lot of the information is in English and traditional Chinese.

How about I help you translate when we get to the hotel?"

Han Jing also noticed Fang Xiang raising his head at this time.

He turned his head, smiled and looked at Fang Xiang.

"No, I can understand."

Fang Xiang had just finished speaking when he remembered that, logically speaking, he had not received any English education.

But this is not a big problem, the people here cannot control me.

However, the Xinhua News Agency in Hong Kong is still Xinhua News Agency, so why should we read English information ourselves?

Is it just to show professionalism? Or are you really in a hurry and don’t have time to translate?

"Oh? Mr. Fang, you also know English? This is really unexpected..."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Han Jing's face, but it was quickly concealed.

"Um..."

Fang Xiang thought of Xing Yi's reminder just now, and she was a little confused about Han Jing's approach.

So I just hummed and smiled reservedly.

I can not only read English, but also write it.

Moreover, besides English, I can speak French, Spanish and Japanese.

Of course, I also know a little Russian.

Could it be that someone is trying to trick me with this?

I should have pretended not to understand and see what they were planning to keep in suspense.

“The city is just ahead.

The hotel we stayed in this time was the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

The new hotel, which only opened in 63, is now one of the well-known landmarks of Hong Kong Island.

Directly opposite is Victoria Harbour.

I have reserved a presidential suite on the top floor for you. I hope Mr. Fang can get used to it."

Han Jing reacted quickly and changed the subject immediately.

At this time, the vehicle had just bypassed the mountain road, and ahead was the urban area with a wide view.

Han Jing also took this opportunity to explain to Fang Xiang.

However, it was only after the vehicle entered the urban area that Fang Xiang discovered it.

Today's Hong Kong Island seems to be still in the early stages of major infrastructure construction.

The feeling of urban-rural fringe is everywhere.

On this side of the road there was a construction site where pits were being dug, and on the other side there were makeshift huts.

Or they are all old-fashioned one- or two-story concrete houses.

As we get closer to the city center, the buildings become taller and taller, from one or two floors at the beginning to four or five floors.

Going further ahead, you can see several office buildings and hotels with 20 to 30 floors.

However, the extremely modern city skyline not far away and the dilapidated buildings in front of us seem quite out of place.

What is even more incredible is the people on both sides of the road.

Some wore suits and ties.

Some of them were still wearing the same liberation suits and Zhongshan suits as those worn in the mainland.

Most of the time, they are dressed in short clothes that look like those in the old society.

This visually impactful scene made Fang Xiang involuntarily reach into his pocket for his cell phone.

I want to capture this moment as if I were traveling through time and space.

But, I found nothing.

Fang Xiang lowered the car window and saw that the people on the roadside were looking at the convoy of twelve cars with various complicated expressions.

There were also many children, speaking dialects that were familiar or unfamiliar to Fang Xiang, chasing and playing behind the convoy, shouting something.

And then, what followed was not the sweet air of the free world.

But all kinds of stench, feces, garbage, and sweat.

It instantly filled Fang Xiang's nostrils.