Chapter 227 How is this wine?

As the convoy moved forward, it had arrived at the city center.

Landmarks such as the Bank of China Tower, International Commerce Centre, International Financial Centre and Central Plaza that remain in Fang Xiang’s memory.

Not a single one was seen.

But it’s normal, it’s still the 60s, and those landmarks weren’t built until the 80s.

The most eye-catching building that can be seen today is the 24-story Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

On April 1st of that year...

Forget it, my brother is only ten years old now.

Even if he stood in front of her, she would most likely not recognize the man who was popular all over Asia.

Soon, the convoy followed the road and arrived at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, which witnessed the prosperity of Hong Kong Island.

But along the way, I didn’t see the very representative red taxi in various film and television works.

This gave Fang Xiang some ideas in his mind.

But the next second, Fang Xiang had no time to think.

There was a row of security guards lined up at the hotel entrance.

There was a group of passers-by watching the fun, as well as a police officer who came to maintain law and order.

"This is?"

Fang Xiang frowned as he saw the huge crowd in front of the hotel.

“That’s what the director meant.

Besides, don't you have other tasks?

Hong Kong Island is different from our mainland. People here attach great importance to face.

The bigger the show, the more they value you.

It will be much more convenient to have talks with them in the future.”

Han Jing seemed to be prepared and gave a brief explanation.

After listening to it, Fang Xiang tasted something unusual.

How could I not know what level I am?

Other tasks? It's just selling cars, why do you make it sound so grandiose?

From the beginning, I praised myself so highly...

Fang Xiang had already seen the reporters carrying cameras and long guns on the roadside.

When the reporters saw the convoy coming, they swarmed over.

Fortunately, Fang Xiang raised the car window in time.

Otherwise, the long lens and recorder would have to be stuffed into my mouth.

Looking out the window at the crowds of reporters, Fang suddenly remembered that he should add some privacy glass in the future.

However, these reporters were immediately separated by security guards who had lined up in advance.

"Mr. Fang, what is the purpose of your visit to Hong Kong Island this time? Can we talk about it?"

"Mr. Fang, are you here to talk to Gang Gang about going home?"

"Mr. Fang, your visit this time means that the mainland will adopt a more moderate attitude?"

"Mr. Fang, what do you think of the radical measures taken by Prime Minister Indira Gandhi in the past two years?"

"Mr. Fang, can you talk about the current situation of the intense conflict on the Soviet border?"

"Mr. Fang, I heard that the mainland is currently formulating a battle plan to attack the southern islands. Can you share some of your views?"

"Mr. Fang..."

"Mr. Fang..."

Fang Xiang, who had just got off the car, saw and heard a bunch of messy questions asked by the group of reporters.

I'm not here on behalf of the government, what is there to talk about?

What do Indira Gandhi's policies have to do with me?

There are also conflicts and combat plans. How can I, a scientific researcher, be involved?

Fang Xiang almost rolled his eyes.

Fortunately, Xing Yi and several security guards who also served as drivers escorted him into the hotel.

And in the hotel, there was also a row of well-dressed people standing there.

There were also many people dressed like wealthy businessmen and wealthy ladies.

Standing there, looking at him with a flattering smile.

Fang Xiang had already started to curse the director here in his heart.

I'm here to investigate the market and buy and sell cars.

What's going on is that I feel like I'm visiting.

“Hello, Mr. Fang, I am a shareholder of the Oriental Mandarin Hotel and a representative of Mr. Howard.

It is our great honor to welcome you on behalf of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

We have prepared a room for you, and Mr. Howard hopes to have dinner with you."

A foreigner who looked to be in his sixties, about 1.8 meters tall, and spoke with an American accent stood in front of Fang Xiang.

Just as the translator next to him started translating.

"Is it Mr. Howard from the Howard family in Texas?"

Fang Xiang looked at the white-haired American and suddenly remembered the prototype of the so-called Iron Man.

So he asked in English.

"Do you know our Howard family?"

The old American man looked at Fang Xiang with joy.

On the one hand, I was surprised at Fang Xiang's fluent British English, and on the other hand, I was a little surprised that Fang Xiang actually knew the Howard family.

"If so, there's nothing to talk about."

Fang Xiang nodded, turned around and left.

The old American man who had a happy look on his face just now was left standing there in a daze.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

But the old man's reaction was quite quick.

He immediately took a step forward and caught up.

“There’s no mistaking that, the Howard family is in the oil, airline and movie industries.

There is nothing in common with me. Since you want to see me, you must be asked by someone or have other purposes.

Please tell Mr. Howard to have a good relationship and not let him get sold out."

Fang Xiang looked at the old American man standing in front of him and said lightly.

He winked at Xing Yi, walked around the old man and went to the elevator.

Xing Yi was also very smart. He stood directly between the old man and Fang Xiang.

I didn’t have the chance to take a good look at the decoration of this pioneering high-ceiling lobby.

There was also the indoor swimming pool that I only had time to glance at just now, and the group of long-legged foreign girls in swimsuits.

The elevator door has already opened.

Fang thought about the others and walked into the elevator.

When Han Jing pressed the button for the 24th floor, he discovered that Han Jing had turned her head and was looking at him with a strange look in her eyes.

Next to him, Yin Qingqiu had the same expression.

Afterwards, the two beauties, each with their own charm, discovered each other.

The two of them turned their gazes from Fang Xiang to each other without any expression.

After looking them up and down, Fang was wondering if the two of them would suddenly become passionate like Yin Qingqiu and Liu Shuying when they first met.

Their gazes once again turned to Fang Xiang at the same time in tacit understanding.

Just when Fang Xiang was a little confused.

"Ding"

With a sound, the elevator door opened.

Walking on the thick and soft carpet, Han Jing led everyone to the door of the presidential suite.

"The director is waiting for you inside.

please. "

Han Jing opened the door first, and the other party wanted to make a gesture of invitation.

Then he stopped the others.

"Your room is next door and downstairs. I'll take you there."

Han Jing said to the others.

"It's okay, just follow her first."

Fang Xiang felt Yin Qingqiu's arm approaching him and patted it gently.

He nodded to a few others.

Then he took a deep breath, stepped on the carpet, and entered the suite.

After turning around the porch which is only three steps long, you will see the living room which is over 30 square meters.

And a middle-aged man in a suit standing by the window with his back to her.

Fang Xiang didn't say hello, but instead looked at the decoration and design of the house.

Isn’t it said that land in Hong Kong is very expensive and the rooms are very small?

This room is not small, right?

Moreover, you can see that the door to a suite and bathroom is also open.

After discovering that there were indeed only him and the middle-aged man in the room.

Fang Xiangcai sat on the sofa which was a little too comfortable.

I saw an opened bottle of whiskey on the table.

Macallan 1946.

Wow, twenty year old Macallan, how much does this bottle cost?

But since it was already opened, Fang Xiang was too lazy to think too much. He picked up the cup and took a few ice cubes from the ice bucket next to it.

Pour yourself a glass too.

Smelling the faint smell of peat, Fang Xiang took a sip.

"How about this wine?"

At this time, the middle-aged man turned around and looked at Fang Xiang with a smile.

"Listen to me blowing you."

Fang Xiang subconsciously thought of that classic line.