1980 has passed like this, and after careful calculation, there are really a lot of things that have happened, and I have made a lot of money in the silver turmoil, which has strengthened my heart of speculation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Wanwan, the situation was opened, and a little network of contacts was established by taking advantage of what would have happened, and a place of detachment was initially established.

By the way, the harem was officially opened, and because of a joke, a few of the most beautiful clothes in the 80s were rudely stuffed into Wanwan.

Then he was told that he suddenly had an illegitimate daughter who was almost 1 year old, and his mother still met in Provence, and he thought that there would be no more sequel.

For this reason, he constantly used some means to force her to compromise and agree that he would raise her daughter together, and tie her to her by his side by the way.

This, coupled with Zhao Yazhi's matter, the mouthful of pots he made before seems to be constantly highlighted, making people ...... The butterfly effect appeared in front of me in this way, and I really didn't know what to say.

As for the rest, half of the scheduled wife has been done, and the establishment of TSMC, which is still called "TSMC", Apple's listing has greatly increased his net worth, and it has also inspired more people to devote themselves to the IT industry, and in two or three years, there will be a group of companies that can invest in these, so I will not mention it again and again.

In short, more things have happened this year than in the past ten years, and when you become an adult, you have to shoulder more things, or is the curtain slowly opened? Or is it simply that the wheels of history have begun to roll forward?

With this in mind, Li Xu walked through 1980, walked into 1981, and then ......

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"Ah Guang, hurry up, hurry up!" the delicate girl sped down the street, shouting to the boy behind her from time to time.

"Lingling, are you waiting for me......" The boy who followed ran out of breath.

"Oh, you're a big boy, how can you run slower than me!" the girl cried out as she ran, turning her head and complaining.

"I'm not...... Athletes. The panting boy cried out with a sad face.

Finally, after turning a corner, a video store was already close at hand, and before I entered it, the beautiful singing voice that had been spreading all over the streets and alleys of Hong Kong during this time had reached my ears: "...... The coming day is a thousand songs, floating on my road in the distance, and the coming day is a thousand evening stars, shining brighter than the moon tonight......"

The charming lyrics, extraordinarily beautiful melody, and Teresa Teng's mellow voice made her Cantonese album sold out as soon as it was released in December last year.

After all, Teresa Teng is a singer who has been famous for a long time, popular in Southeast Asia at the end of the 70s, and Hong Kong also has a large number of fans, and she is also one of the few Chinese singers who can break into Japan.

Therefore, not only did she release the corresponding album when Cantonese songs became popular, but she was still so good that she was naturally very popular. Not only do old fans like it, but many new fans have also developed, such as Lingling, who is in her second year of high school.

"Ahh

"Pretty girl, Miss Deng's album was already selling fast, this one is so good, of course it will sell faster. The boss in his thirties explained with a smile.

"That'...... And what about the box you're putting in?" Lingling immediately asked again.

"The one that doesn't sell, then I'll keep it for myself. The boss immediately shook his head, "I'm also a fan of Miss Deng." ”

"But ......" Lingling wanted to say something, but Ah Guang pulled her: "Let's go to another house quickly, maybe there is another place." ”

Sadly, despite the fact that they went to several more video stores, the album was out of stock. Especially when I went to the last one, the last one was sold by the person who passed them by, which made the little girl angry.

"It's all you, you have to run a little faster, we won't miss it!" Squatting on the side of the street and watching the cars come and go, Lingling complained to Ah Guang very unhappily.

"Right...... I'm sorry, I'll be ...... next time. Be sure to run faster. Ah Guang grabbed his head and apologized again and again.

"What's the use of talking about this now, can you still conjure tapes!" Lingling was even more angry.

Then, Ah Guang silently took out a cassette tape from his backpack and handed it to her.

"This is ......" Lingling's eyes widened, and then she punched him angrily: "Dead Ah Guang, why didn't you take it out earlier! Do you know how far we ran from school to here!"

"I ...... I...... I just want to run with you......" Ah Guang said with a purser of his lips.

Lingling was stunned for a moment, and immediately kicked him hatefully, and her face showed shame: "Don't do this again next time!"

"No! absolutely not!" Ah Guang, who reacted, said happily.

Lingling immediately glared at him, and then hummed again: "Sing Deng Lijun's song to me every day in the future." ”

"Huh, isn't it, Deng ...... Teresa Teng's song is not a female ...... Did the girl sing?" Ah Guang's face suddenly fell.

"To sing or not to sing?"

"Sing...... I'll just sing......"

"That's right, yes, tonight's TVB's "Happy Tonight" is said to invite Deng Lijun as a guest, can you come to my house to watch it together?"

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely come, I like Teresa Teng the most!"

While Hong Kong's citizens are still chasing Teresa Teng's latest Cantonese album, Hong Kong's upper echelons are watching something else, another thing announced four days ago, when Lai's voice sold a 61 percent stake in Hong Kong Television to an obscure investment holding company.

"Master, all the information you want is here. In the huge office, a capable woman in her 50s wearing glasses put the folder on the desk and said to the old man in the robe and horse coat sitting in the back.

"Tell me about it. The old man did not look through the information, but motioned for the other party to sit down and speak.

"Imagination Holdings was founded in August last year, only a few simple investments, the general manager Chen Boran was born in Hong Kong, went to high school and college in the United States, as for the chairman, he is currently only known as Edward Li, who should be an American. The woman said.

"Hmm......" The old man pondered for a moment, then picked up the document and looked at it, "It seems that there has been news that Li's investment has failed and that Li's TV station may be sold." ”

"Judging from the situation at the time, they should have been letting off steam. The woman then replied.

"But they sold the TV station with little contact with anyone else. The old man pondered and said, "I'm afraid that Li's voice has a lot to do with this company." ”

"What do you mean......, sir," the woman asked, looking at him.

"Well, don't worry, and this is a good opportunity, Li's change of ownership will cause a certain amount of turmoil anyway, let Tianlin and them rush out a few good books, and take this opportunity to suppress them. The old man said after a moment.

Yes, this old man in a robe and a horse coat is Uncle Shao Liu, chairman of the board of directors of TVB, and the woman who calls him the master in front of him is naturally his concubine, Ms. Fang.

"Yes, sir. Ms. Fang nodded immediately.

"Also, check the details of the chairman as soon as possible. Uncle Shao Liu quickly said again.

"Got it, sir. Ms. Fang replied, and then showed a look of hesitation.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Uncle Shao, who noticed this, immediately said.

"That's right, sir, four days ago, when Li's announced that she would sell the TV station to Imagination Holdings, there was a contact with the artist department over there and wanted to ...... I want to buy Zhao Yazhi's contract. Ms. Fang said as she pondered her words.

"You mean Imagination Holdings, not Li's TV station?" said Uncle Shao Liu.

"Yes, it's Imagination Holdings. Ms. Fang replied in the affirmative.

"Where is Zhao Yazhi now?" Uncle Shao immediately asked again.

"According to her family, she should still be on vacation in San Francisco, but ......" Ms. Fang showed a hesitant look again, but continued, "According to her sister who went to San Francisco to see her, it seems that she stayed at Teresa Teng's house." ”

"Staying at Deng Lijun's house?" Uncle Shao was a little confused, but he reacted immediately, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

Ms. Fang stopped talking and waited quietly.

After a while, Uncle Shao Liu spoke: "I remember that Deng Lijun is going to record "Happy Tonight" tonight, right?"

"It's already being recorded. Ms. Fang glanced at the time.

"Don't talk nonsense and temptation," Uncle Shao Liu said immediately, "Zhao Yazhi's contract is also temporarily delayed, if little Edward Lee has a background in the United States, the British will definitely invite him to some parties, and what we need to do now is to collect as much information about him as possible." ”

After a pause, he reminded again: "Tianlin can't relax either. ”

"Yes, sir, I see. Ms. Fang nodded, and then got up and left the office.

Then, Uncle Shao Leaned on the high-backed chair and closed his eyes for a long time before sighing leisurely: "I'm old." ”

Such discussions abound in Hong Kong's upper circles after Li's announcement that she would sell the TV station to an American company, but only TVB paid more attention, and each other was rivals after all.

And the British obviously know better than the local capital, which is still in the fog.

"You may be seated, Mr. Fields. In the South Lounge of the Governor's House on Albert Road in Central, the current Governor, Baron MacLehose, walked in and said to John Fields, one of the executives of Standard Chartered Bank, who had risen, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, there was a little problem just now." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Governor. Fields stooped down gentlemanly.

"Black tea, coffee?" asked MacLehose with a smile as he sat down.

"Black tea bar. Fields said politely.

Then, when the waiter came over with the fine bone china tea set and poured them black tea, MacLehose asked again: "Tell me, Mr. Fields, you have dealt with them the most since the establishment of Imagination Holdings, and what do you think of that Todd Chen, and the little Edward Lee behind him?" ”