Fu Mansion, Macau---

As the longxing place of the Fu family, the Fu family lost to He Hongshen and Huo Yingdong in the sixty-year-old casino war, and even the most important "ghost hand" of the Fu family, Ye Han, also turned his back on the Fu family and became the new overlord of the gambling world.

Even so, the Fu family's old mansion in Macau still remains to this day.

The Fu Family Mansion is located in the "Fatima Parish" among the five major parishes in Macau, specifically located in the Areia Preta generation.

This area is the place with the highest concentration of Macau's wealthy, and it is also the place where Macau's ancient culture is most intense.

In Areia Preta, you can find many old villas, many Portuguese-style churches, and gardens.

As the old residence of the Fu family, the architecture of the Fu Mansion is more ancient and has a more humanistic style.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!"

The electric doorbell installed at the door of the villa rang, and after dinner, Fu Yunheng, who was drinking tea and reading in the study, did not look up, but said to Sister Juan, who was waiting beside him: "Someone is coming, go open the door." His tone was calm, as if he knew someone would come tonight.

Sister Juan is an old man who serves Fu Yunheng, she is almost forty-five years old this year, she is a native of Macau "self-combing girl", habitually wearing a moon-jumping white gown, a pair of black Xiangyun gauze trousers underneath, and a long twisted braid behind her back.

Self-combing women are a special cultural existence in Hong Kong and Macau, especially in Hong Kong and Macau in this era, which are almost extinct.

In the past, those wealthy families could hire some self-combing girls as maids with high salaries, responsible for the living and eating of the head of the house, and in order to keep these self-combing women, in addition to giving them high salaries, they even promised to help them support their old age. So after many self-combing girls become maids, they are actually equivalent to becoming one with this family, loyal and high-status.

Sister Juan is such a "self-combing girl", in the Fu family, even children like Fu Qingqing and Fu Jiajun are respectful to Sister Juan, and they dare not really treat her as a servant.

At this time, after receiving Fu Yunheng's order, Sister Juan stepped on cloth shoes, shook her long black braids, and went straight to the gate of the Fu family, opened the door, but saw a young descendant standing outside the door with a bag in hand, handsome and abnormal, with a good figure, tall and handsome.

"Is Mr. Fu here?" asked Song Zhichao politely.

Sister Juan glanced at him: "Mr. Fu is reading a book, if the matter is not too important, I can help you convey it." ”

"Well, it's important, I have to see him. Song Zhichao said, handed over the things he was holding in his hand to Sister Juan and said, "I haven't eaten yet, so I bought some food on the way, please do it and help warm it up." ”

Sister Juan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, she has been in the Fu family for so many years, she has always been detached, as a self-combing girl, she has dedicated her whole life to the Fu family, it can be said that except for Mr. Fu, no one dares to call her like this, not to mention that she is still a young man who has just met. However, Song Zhichao's words were very polite, and looking at his appearance, it seemed that he really hadn't eaten yet. So Sister Juan didn't say anything, reached out and took the bag handed over by Song Zhichao, and looked at it, but it was some special snacks in Macao, which were easy to eat.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, Song Zhichao couldn't help but praise in his heart, wealth really has no era and region, there are no modern high-end facilities, the whole hall is decorated with antique colors, all kinds of furniture made of fine wood, precious porcelain, precious carpets on the ground, sandalwood burned in the corner incense burner, record player, hand-cranked telephone, radio, seeing these, I thought that I had come to a modern museum, and everything almost became "antique" , and the value of these antiques combined, that is absolutely valuable, not to mention anything else, the hanging "Red Plum Blossom Picture" on the wall alone is worth millions.

Just when Song Zhichao looked at the living room of this "antique" collection room, footsteps came, but it was Fu Yunheng who got Sister Juan's reply and walked out of the study.

Fu Yunheng at night is different from the daytime, he is wearing a long shirt during the day, and he is wearing a silk pajama at night, which looks more elegant at first glance.

"Ah Chao, it's you who came. We've only met today, and it's so late that you seem to have something important to tell me. ”

Song Zhichao smiled: "You guessed it." ”

"Sit down, and talk about something slowly. Fu Yunheng pointed to the sofa.

Song Zhichao was not polite and sat down directly.

After a while, Sister Juan brought tea up.

Song Zhichao glanced at Sister Juan, and Fu Yunheng said, "It's not an outsider, just say anything about it." ”

So Song Zhichao told everything that happened before. As she spoke, Sister Juan stood next to her, her eyes slightly closed, as if she was pretending to sleep.

After listening to what Song Zhichao said, Fu Yunheng smiled and said: "Ah Chao, since I have entrusted you with the heavy responsibility, you don't need to report this kind of thing to me, just make your own decisions." ”

Song Zhichao also smiled, "With your words, I am relieved." ”

"Hehe, I know that you came here to say that these are to test me--- use people without doubt, suspect people without suspicion, although I am old, but I still have the courage to use people without doubt, you underestimate me. ”

"Mr. Fu, forgive me, the stakes are very high, and I have to confirm it. Song Zhichao apologized.

Fu Yunheng waved his hand, "You don't have to apologize, it shows that you are steady, and I am more at ease to leave things to you." ”

"Thank you. After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he was about to speak, when Sister Juan went into the kitchen and brought out the hot food, put it on the coffee table, and went to get the dishes and chopsticks.

Fu Yunheng glanced at it, but it was pork chop buns, Portuguese chicken, and some desserts, and he couldn't help but have a big appetite; he glanced at the bowl of chopsticks, but there was only one pair, so he said to Sister Juan: "Bring me a pair too, I just read some books, and my stomach is a little hungry." ”

Sister Juan shook her head and said, "These are too greasy, your blood pressure is high, you can't eat them." ”

"It's okay, eating less is not in the way. Fu Yunheng said to Sister Juan like a child.

Sister Juan pursed her lips and went to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks, but she took the chopsticks and picked a few of them in the food, handed them to Fu Yunheng and said, "This is still edible, and others are not allowed." ”

Fu Yunheng smiled bitterly, "I'm so old, how long can I live, I can't eat well, why do you want to look at me so tightly?"

Sister Juan said slowly: "This is my job, and I am responsible for my own work." ”

Fu Yunheng had nothing to say, so he could only look at the other delicacies and drool.

Song Zhichao was really hungry, and when Fu Yunheng and Sister Juan were joking, he had already picked up the chopsticks and started moving.

After eating about the same, Song Zhichao wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then said to Fu Yunheng, who was chewing slowly: "Mr. Fu, now that things are clear, whether it is the Cha family or the He family, they are all eyeing the land occupied by our Furama Hotel. I have calculated that in a little more than a month, the lease of this land will expire, and then these two companies will definitely spend a lot of money to participate in the bidding, and whether we can renew the lease is very important......"

Fu Yunheng put down the blue and white porcelain bowl, put the chopsticks on the bowl, looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Then what do you want to do?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "Actually, I said--- I want to make a movie!"

Fu Yunheng smiled slightly, "I support you with this, but the specific details ---"

Before Fu Yunheng finished speaking, he saw Song Zhichao take out something and hand it to him: "The details are all here, this is a plan I wrote; ”

It turned out to be a black notebook.

"Hehe, it turns out that you came prepared. Fu Yunheng admires Song Zhichao's efficiency.

Taking the notebook, Fu Yunheng opened it and looked at it carefully, but saw two words written on it--- "God of Food"!