The temperature is around 17 degrees, and the Xiangjiang River in winter is not cold.

Han Xuan was only wearing a thin sweater with a round neck, plus a jacket, and the windows were wide open, but he felt comfortable.

DB7 roars, and there is no shortage of luxury cars in Xiangjiang, but for this new silver 007 car, roadside citizens will not hesitate to take time to take a look.

Recently, the name 007 can often be heard, but that is because of Zhou Xingchi's "Domestic Lingling Paint", which made Dongdonggui very popular.

There is still a poster of this movie at the door of the theater, but unfortunately it has been offline, and Han Xuan has no chance to go to the cinema to experience it.

Xiangjiang was once known as one of the world's three natural harbors, and the British took a fancy to Xiangjiang Victoria Harbour in the early years, believing that it has the potential to become an excellent port in East Asia.

After the Opium War, the British government seized Xiangjiang from the Manchu government in three phases in order to develop its maritime trade in the Far East, thus beginning the history of Xiangjiang as a British colony.

In the eyes of China, this is a foreign country, in the eyes of foreign countries this is China, although it has not officially returned, but the living habits of Xiangjiang are similar to those in the mainland, and foreigners can see the shadow of Chinese culture from it.

At this time, they are facing a return, and most Xiangjiang people are unwilling to do so.

Britain is opening up "escape routes" and privately granting 300,000 residence rights to the UK, giving Xiangjiang residents the opportunity to flee to the UK, and the relocation policy for the wealthy is particularly relaxed.

Han Xuan doesn't know how they will develop in the future, but most of the rich people who stayed in Xiangjiang have made a fortune.

After the reform and opening up of China, materials do not need to be transferred through Xiangjiang, and they can already get out of this external window, but they still rob the poor and help the rich, give up some development opportunities in the mainland port city, and maintain the original status of Xiangjiang, which can be regarded as benevolence and righteousness.

In the last decade or so of British control of Hong Kong, the Royal Law was amended several times in succession, including taking away all control of the Legislative Council by the Governor of Hong Kong, and the arbitrary appointment and dismissal of all judges.

It is clear that in the last years, the colonial government was not busy with the burden, but imitated the same system as it had when it retreated from the colonies of India and Malaysia, viciously revised the laws and regulations of Hong Kong, created contradictions and encouraged infighting, and allowed all strata of society to work against the government.

After the handover, the SAR government has had the chief executive who has been stripped of most of its core powers, the department where mountaineering has budded, the police force that has lost its crucial law enforcement powers, and the judiciary that tends to sympathize with political struggle.

In the future, while the younger generation of Hong Kong will shout about China's ingratitude, they do not know that during the 1998 financial crisis, there was a loud voice in the Great Hall of the People: "As long as the SAR makes a request, the central government will do whatever it takes to safeguard Hong Kong's prosperity and stability and protect its linked exchange rate system!"

When the mainland scolded the white-eyed wolves of the people of Xiangjiang, they did not know that the "comprehensive embargo" imposed on China by Western countries and the British authorities in Hong Kong was that it was Hong Kong entrepreneur Fok Yingdong and others who broke through the iron curtain blockade and transported a large amount of materials to the mainland.

In the early days of reform and opening up, when the government was confused, it was the people of Xiangjiang who took the lead in setting up enterprises in the mainland, setting an example for foreign capital.

Whether you want to, the two places have long been closely linked, and it is not beneficial to hate each other.

Han Xuan's mind was empty thinking about this, the car was driving north, the road was not spacious, most of the buildings were quite dilapidated, and he parked the car and walked shopping.

The future Xianda Plaza is now one of the twin stores of the Sincere Department Store, and the aroma wafts from the roadside food stalls such as charcoal-grilled chicken legs, curry fish balls, and fried and stuffed three treasures.

Seeing the stalls selling sugarcane juice and coconut water, Han Xuan pulled his grandmother over and asked, "Bring me a cup of sugarcane juice, how much is a small cup?"

He spoke in Mandarin, and his elders could speak Cantonese, but Han Xuan had never learned it, only a little.

Seeing that the young girl's face was dazed, she repeated it again in English, but she still couldn't understand.

Han Xuan reluctantly pointed to the sugar cane, then to the small cup, and gave her fifty Hong Kong dollars.

The other party sighed, took a sugar cane and began to peel it, and said a paragraph in his mouth.

"She's asking how old you are. ”

Han Xuan's grandmother helped translate, she used to live in Chinatown, where Cantonese was basically spoken, smiled and told the other party the age of her grandson, asked for a cup for herself, and chatted with the stall owner.

The other party put the peeled sugar cane into the machine, shook the turntable with great difficulty, and the pale yellow water dripped into the cup, which was quickly filled.

He took the cup, took a straw, dropped a thank you, and said to his grandmother, "Go home and teach me Cantonese, I don't understand it at all." ”

"Her accent is not the same as mine, and there is a difference in Cantonese, I will go back to teach you, and now many people in Xiangjiang still can't understand Mandarin. ”

Grandma Han Xuan said with a smile, she is in her fifties this year, and her name is Tang Wan.

The ancestors of the family were officials of the Qing Dynasty, and they have immigrated to the United States for nearly a hundred years, and the family conditions are good.

It is well maintained, it looks like it is forty-five years old, it is old, the wrinkles on the face cannot be hidden, the gray hair is dyed black, the figure is quite tall, the clothes are luxurious, and it is also very temperamental.

Judging from the old photos in the past, she and the old man were talented and beautiful when they got married, Han Xuan saw those photos when he was a child, and he is now full of confidence in his appearance when he grows up.

No way, the whole family has good genes, as long as it doesn't mutate, it's basically not ugly.

Biting the straw and walking aimlessly, the sugar cane juice is quite sweet, and the afternoon sun is overhead, which can shine through the high-rise buildings of Mong Kok, old and new, and shine onto the sidewalk.

In the shadow of the geometric shape of the high-rise building, he unexpectedly saw a human figure, which made Han Xuan a little curious.

When I looked up, I saw a person standing on the top of a six-story building, who looked like a woman, standing motionless on the rooftop.

At that moment, the word "jumping off the building" came to my heart!

Some passers-by also saw her and immediately gathered around, shouting not to jump.

More people had a lively expression, and the shopkeeper on the side of the road called the police in a hurry: "Ah sir! Another person jumped off the building! It's still Mong Kok......

Han Xuan hurriedly threw the cup and ran across the road, beckoning the bodyguards to follow, and her grandmother also hurriedly chased after her.

Find the staircase, Mong Kok land is expensive, the stairs are narrower than other places, plus the sundries piled up at the door of the residents, the space is even more cramped.

On the wall are written "loans, credit guarantees, phone xxx", "pawn calligraphy and paintings, antiques, gold, phone xxx", "students, female white-collar workers, Yanmar, door-to-door service service service, only 588!"......

Seeing the last one, Han Xuan still thought about it, which strange little advertisement written by Nima didn't leave a phone number and address, looking for your sister like this, she really can't do business!

Scumbag physique, climbing six floors is so tired that it can't work.

Breathless, holding down his abdomen, Han Xuan gasped and reached out to push the door.

I can't push it open, I should have been caught by something and locked in the corridor.

Turned to Owen and said, "You, hit!"

Owen's eyes widened and he pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Nonsense! Or I'll come?"

"Come on, Owen!" exclaimed Gabriel, wryly.

Owen staggered to the iron door, took a few steps back, and slammed into the door!

I used too much force, and when the door opened, I didn't stand still and rolled out.

Han Xuan raised his leg and straddled him, and then the other bodyguards also stepped over Owen.

The woman on the rooftop turned around when she heard the voice (to be continued.) )