Although Song Haiming and his wife don't look down on this "Justice of the Peace" who is similar to the title of "security captain" in the village, this does not prevent them from happily becoming the parents of "Justice of the Peace".

Therefore, the day before their son Song Zhichao went to the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion to accept the "award", the old couple asked Niu Xiong to drive, let Ruan Jun escort him, and went to the major squares in Hong Kong to sweep the goods--- saying that they wanted to buy some new clothes to set off their son, and they couldn't let their son have no momentum and look too shabby.

Song Zhichao has no objection to his parents' disguised spending--- after all, it is also a great pleasure for them to be able to go shopping and buy things at their age.

As soon as my parents left by car, Song Zhichao received a phone call, and the number was a little familiar, but it was a call from the Secretariat of the Hong Kong Governor's Office, and the phone said that Hong Kong Governor Peng Dingkang was invited.

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The Governor's House is located on Albert Road in Central, Hong Kong Island, in the Garden of Hills, and was built in 1855.

The building is quite grand, with a large auditorium for many people on the first floor, and waiting halls near the doors on both sides. In the basement part there is a large restaurant large enough to arrange banquets. Upstairs, in addition to the room and hall where the Governor and his wife lived, there was a small living room for gatherings, and three luxuriously furnished and elegantly furnished large suites for entertaining VIPs.

The entire Governor's Mansion is high and low, scattered, with white walls and red tiles, hidden in the lush trees, which looks quiet and solemn, highlighting the extraordinary identity of the owner.

Song Zhichao was picked up by the female secretary of the Hong Kong Governor's Office Secretariat, and the guards with loaded guns in front of the gate obviously recognized the female secretary, but they still carefully checked Song Zhichao's documents, and then waved his hand to let him go.

Song Zhichao and this female secretary have met a few times, a Chinese-British mixed-race beauty--- perhaps because of the blood of the British Empire, her posture is a little arrogant, she doesn't talk much, and she is cold. And her "unique temperament" was deeply appreciated by the last governor Lao Peng, who thought that she had the dignity of the British Empire in her bones and was a person worthy of herself, so she was brought to Hong Kong from Britain.

On the way, in order not to be bored, Song Zhichao took the initiative to tease this beautiful secretary and asked her if she liked Britain or Hong Kong after coming to Hong Kong for so long.

The female secretary replied very simply, "I am British, of course I like Britain, and as for my Chinese ancestry, I am ashamed of it." ”

Just such a sentence made Song Zhichao have no interest.

If there is a problem with one person's concept, even ten cows will not be able to pull it back.

There was nothing to say along the way, and it seemed very cold and awkward.

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The spacious living room, perhaps because of the identity of the owner, is simply laid out, but it looks majestic, quiet and solemn.

The first thing that comes into contact with the eye is a huge bronze tripod, which is placed at the welcome entrance, which means "four levels and eight stability", and also has the role of a town house in feng shui.

Look at the east wall again, there is a very beautiful Chinese painting, the brush inscribes the word "Zen", the pen is condensed, deep and indifferent, and the heart is peaceful.

The sound of footsteps came, and the last governor of Hong Kong, Pang Tingkang, appeared.

Lao Peng saw Song Zhichao stopping to watch the "Zen" Chinese painting, so he smiled and said: "Dear send, although I don't know much about Chinese painting, I like Chinese brush characters very much--- this Zen word has a profound meaning and is worth scrutinizing and pondering." ”

Song Zhichao smiled and didn't answer, because he knew that the other party suddenly invited him over, and he definitely didn't come to participate in Zen.

Lao Peng asked the secretary to prepare coffee, invited Song Zhichao to sit down, and started talking.

"Dear Song, how do you feel about being elected as a Justice of the Peace this time?" Lao Peng picked up the coffee cup and tasted coffee, glanced at Song Zhichao and asked. "You know, this selection was originally very cautious, but you are the only candidate, so we have to make a choice, but we also have to echo the public opinion--- there are not many people in Hong Kong, but the public opinion is important, isn't it?"

Song Zhichao nodded: "You are right, Your Excellency the Governor of Hong Kong." Although I don't know what the mainstream public opinion in Hong Kong is, I am still a little afraid of being nominated as a Justice of the Peace this time, so I am determined that I will be responsible for this position, and in the future, I will have a good understanding of the people's feelings and do practical things for the people of Hong Kong. ”

Lao Peng nodded, "You're right." As you say in China, you have to take into account the overall situation when you are in your position and take into account the overall situation. ”

The female secretary sent the cut fruit to the coffee table, and Lao Peng waved his hand and asked the female secretary to go down first, indicating that he and Song Zhichao had some private things to say.

The female secretary glanced at Song Zhichao, didn't speak, and went down.

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Lao Peng saw that there were no outsiders in the room except him and Song Zhichao, so he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, obviously thinking about how to talk to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao took the initiative and said: "I know that His Excellency the Governor of Hong Kong has other things to do with me, so it's better to say it directly...... It can also save each other some time. ”

If it was before, who would dare to talk to the Governor of Hong Kong like this, but now the times are different, it is now 1996, and another year will be 97, and China and Britain will hand over Hong Kong.

Many Chinese businessmen began to stand in line, and the originally powerful British government in Hong Kong was even more sunset, and the Hong Kong Governor's Office was the target of being ridiculed in the past, but now they want to win over these Chinese businessmen. What's more, Song Zhichao in front of him is not an ordinary person, but a representative of the young and middle-aged Chinese businessmen, with a special status in Hong Kong, although Hong Kong Governor Peng Dingkang is unhappy, he just smiled and said: "You are right, our time is very important to each other." ”

After a pause, he said: "You also know, dear Song, in fact, this time I was under a lot of pressure to persuade the British side to decide to confer the title of 'Justice of the Peace' on you. ”

"We British people are very strict in doing things, and if we are our own people, we will definitely help, and if we are not our own people, we can't give them a chance...... Do you understand that?"

Song Zhichao shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't understand...... It stands to reason that Hong Kong's affairs should be decided by the people of Hong Kong. I am glad to accept that you are willing to grant me the title of Justice of the Peace, and it does not matter if you do not grant me the title of Justice of the Peace. ”

After saying this, Song Zhichao pointed to the "Zen" painting on the wall and said: "Just like this painting, there is something, there is nothing--- there is no hit, there is no force, isn't it?"

Peng Dingkang drank his coffee slowly and did not speak.

Just now he forced Song Zhichao to stand in line, intending to make Song Zhichao have no choice, after all, a gentleman on the scales is a great temptation, but he didn't expect Song Zhichao to be iron-clad and unwilling to stand with them British.

"Damn, this is not easy to win over!" thought Governor Pang Tingkang.

"Dear Your Excellency the Governor of Hong Kong, although I am a businessman, I am first and foremost a Chinese. I can tell you here without reservation that I am not interested in your British Empire, and I do not want to immigrate to the UK, so it doesn't matter if I am a Justice of the Peace or not, the important thing is that I know what I should do, how I should stand in line, and how I should explain to Hong Kong people and my parents and ancestors!"

Peng Dingkang: "......"

never expected Song Zhichao to be so "upright", directly breaking the barrier between the two and making everything clear.

"Song, didn't you think about the consequences when you said this?" Old Peng was also angry, and his tone became stern.

Song Zhichao smiled, "What is the consequence? You let people stumble on me, just like your Hong Kong British government dealt with me in the past, and it will be difficult for me to gain a foothold in Hong Kong? Wake up, dear Your Excellency the Governor of Hong Kong, it has been 96 years now, and next year you will go back to your home, back to your Britain--- this is where we Chinese, and you can no longer do whatever you want!"

"You ---" Lao Peng didn't expect Song Zhichao to dare to "touch porcelain" with himself like this, he was simply not afraid, he sat up straight, stretched out his finger and pointed at Song Zhichao, his lips trembled, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, got up suddenly, and said to Peng Dingkang, who was pointing at his nose: "I drank the coffee, and I said what I should say--- if Your Excellency has nothing else to advise, then leave!"

After saying this, Song Zhichao turned around and left the living room.

Later, Peng Dingkang was so angry that he trembled, but he was helpless, and then he slowly leaned back on the sofa--- his fingers rhythmically knocked on the coffee table, thinking about what to do tomorrow, whether to cancel the "Justice of the Peace" award ceremony, or to go on hard?

Song Zhichao's unruliness made the Governor of Hong Kong very distressed.