Lin Feng, the person in charge of Hong Kong Meixin, came to the café on the first floor and recognized the person at a glance as the eldest son of Caesar, Mu Luyu.

"I have admired my reputation for a long time, but I have only seen it, Caesar is a young master, Cornell's top student, and Master Mu." Lin Feng stepped forward quickly, not forgetting the greeting in his mouth.

"Mr. Lin doesn't have to be so polite, the two have just cooperated and don't know much. Come today, why don't I get straight to the point, may I ask if Miss Miao Haoshi is in your company today, I want to meet her. ”

"Why did Mu Gongzi ..... Suddenly I wanted to meet Mr. Miao, her recent business is in the mainland. Haven't you seen a photo yet? Lin Feng heard the unusualness in the other party's tone.

"Nope." Mu Luyu said coldly.

Recently, there have been some rumors, but such things don't seem to be uncommon in today's society.

When Miao Haoshi first returned from the United States, he was already well-known in Hong Kong's financial circles. How many celebrities and rich people want to get close, and they have also had some scandals. However, the crime of bringing one's own topic is not an unforgivable mistake.

Lin Feng knew Caesar's origins, and he had heard some rumors about their old man, but he was still trying his best to protect Miao Haoshi.

He continued, "Since I'm here, I have to be this east, and if I really want to meet, I have to talk at the dinner table." I'll book a seat tonight, and I'll help you make an appointment with Miss Muse now. Actually, she just called me and I just found out she was back for vacation. ”

Lin Feng's words were warm and thoughtful, and he spoke without leaking.

Mu Luyu sat across from the coffee table, the two were less than 50 centimeters apart, but he felt that he couldn't touch each other's depths, his face was cold, and he smiled back politely, without saying a word.

I thought to myself, a very powerful person. It is certainly not easy to be imprisoned for the first position in Hong Kong companies.

"Mu Shao didn't drive, right, just got off the plane when you see the time? I'll ask the driver to take you to the hotel, and the Ritz-Carlton next to it ......" Lin Feng said, raising his mobile phone in his ear to give an order.

"Not necessarily. My father has a long-term guest room in Mandarin, and I usually live there. Mu Luyu was still obviously alienated in the peace.

"You should make an appointment with Miss Miao Haoshey, and I want to talk to her about it, I'm afraid it's a private matter. I want to meet her alone. After thinking about it for a moment, Mu Luyu still insisted on his intention and did not accept Lin Feng's proposal.

In fact, this is not Mu Luyu's usual gentle mannerism, it is not something that makes him anxious, he will not handle interpersonal relationships like this.

"Then I'll ask her out right away, you eat at night, it's still that place, I won't bother. Muse is the companion, I am the east, and if you excuse yourself, you will look down on me. Don't you Beijing say like that, 'Don't look down on your brothers.'" Lin Feng immediately responded enthusiastically.

His kung fu has been honed for more than ten years, and he has been mixed in Hong Kong's rich circles, entertainment circles, and real estate circles. Xinmei was established to recruit soldiers and horses, and he was the first person to go out to advertise.

"Hehe, yes, Beijing dialect is like this, Beijing films. But I'm from Shanghai. Mu Luyu smiled slightly, it's not good to brush the other party again.

There is only one thing, it seems that Lin Feng does not know, Xu Shirong, the big boss of Xinmei's public in Hong Kong, and the big man in the financial industry, is actually not the real owner of Xinmei, but just a disguise.

This person was just entrusted by others to use his name to build Xinmei's brand in the social world. In fact, Lin Feng, the real behind-the-scenes boss of the financial services company that became famous overnight is the father in front of him now, the old man of the Mu family of Caesar.

When Lin Feng immediately called Miao Hao in person with an earnest face, he didn't seem too surprised or hesitant over there. It was very smooth to make an appointment at 6:30 p.m. to see you in the private room of Fulinmen.

"Okay, Mr. Lin is really bold, especially like a Beijinger. Then I won't shirk and listen to your arrangement. Mu Luyu stood up after speaking.

He is not tall, similar to Lin Feng, a native of Guangdong and Hong Kong, but his face is dignified and handsome, and his bearing is reserved and calm, but he is naturally overwhelming.

If you have never met Mu Luyuan, you will also think that he is the best candidate for Caesar's successor, but he doesn't look like his father.

There are more sons who don't look like their fathers, or there are many people who adopt stepsons, which in itself is not unusual. But their family is a big consortium, a hornet's nest, a shredder's basket, as soon as there is a secret, the grass will grow and the warbler will fly, and it will be spread all over the sky. Therefore, this rumor of resemblance and dissimilarity alone is enough to destroy a person's sense of existence and blind one's true nature.

Lin Feng also got up and walked out with Mu Luyu.

"The driver was outside to take Mu Shao back to the hotel. Again, don't shirk. Lin Feng respectfully sent Mu Luyu to the door, and an alpha was already waiting there.

Mu Luyu didn't push back anymore and got into the car directly.

When Miao Haoshi put down the phone, he felt uneasy. Mu Luyu came to her a bit unexpectedly.

But she didn't show it.

At this time, she had already carried Wei Keke down from Taiping Mountain.

The hill of Yihai, which is neither high nor deep, is said to be a treasure of feng shui. And those mist-shrouded mansions are not as glorious and pompous as they have heard in the shadow of feng shui treasures, but they are entrenched in the wealth circle that can shake the whole of Hong Kong and even Southeast Asia.

Coco lamented that it turned out that the wealthy family lived next to each other for Hong Kong civilians, and it was close at hand.

Not bad at all. However, the land of projectiles, geographically close to each other, is far away from Guanshan in reality. In fact, not only Hong Kong, but also where is this not the case?

After going down the mountain, Miao Haoshi told Coco that Mu Luyu had come to Hong Kong and asked her to have dinner in the evening.

"What? Mu Luyu? The one of Caesar? Coco was taken aback.

"Do you need to tell Mr. Nie?" Coco looked a little panicked, not knowing when she established this belief, and felt that the things she couldn't deal with could be solved smoothly by looking for Nie Chen.

Miao shook his head.

"What he can solve, so can I. If I can't solve it, I'm afraid he'll be choked enough. Miao Haoshi's tone of saying this is quite like a gentleman.

In fact, she was also a little stunned in her heart, but it was too embarrassing to ask Nie Chen to support her so far.

After thinking about it and considering it a lot, Miao Haoshi still called Mu Pengfei.

She never took the initiative to contact him for something not extraordinary, but now that it was a matter of his family, she still needed to ask for advice.

I didn't think that Mu Pengfei already knew the news.

He heard her voice on the phone a little unchoply, and after a moment of silence, he could feel it, and he took a long deep breath.

Miao Haoshi also took the opportunity to do a yoga breathing.

Mu Pengfei spoke:

"These things will have to be faced sooner or later. Don't panic, he's going for his mother. In fact, you can talk frankly, his personality is not bad. As for business, you don't have anything to do with him. ”

That was his direction. There are no details, but they are unmistakable and ruthless.

Miao Haoshi remembers her first day in the Shanghai business, and on the night of the completion of Xinmei's Shanghai branch, Mu Pengfei said to her:

"When I first arrived in Shanghai, I was about the same age as you are now, 24 years old. This city has always been a bet in the hearts of many people, betting on the ups and downs of a lifetime. Where there are a lot of people, there aren't many rules to follow. In order to survive, everyone is facing each other, and only the law of the jungle remains. That is, the king is defeated and defeated. So, whoever stands in front of you and wants to push you down and defeat you, the only thing you can do is to retaliate faster and harder than him. ”

He said this in Caesar's private club on the top floor, and it was the most secret place he went to when he first ascended Caesar's Mansion with Miao.

After sitting all afternoon in that high-air, dark space, she knew she was the first or the lowest card in his secret game.

Mu Luyu will come to Hong Kong to see her, indicating that as Nie Chen said, Mu Pengfei has really filed for divorce and has started his game.

What he wanted was absolute freedom, and this freedom needed to be justified by the complete sovereignty of the empire he had built with his own hands.

Miu sends Coco back to the hotel, and Coco doesn't need to be present for this meal. She went back to her room and changed into a lilac dress for the evening, and said to Coco very easily and calmly:

"You can go downstairs to the Michelin restaurant in the evening, I'll reimburse you. Don't worry about me. ”

"I can wait for you outside your restaurant, you can't drink." Coco chased after her worriedly.

"Don't drink today." Miao Haoshi closed the elevator door and made a Bye gesture at the last second.

Since it was an arrangement between Mu Pengfei and Miao Haoshi, Coco couldn't cross the scope of authority, so he had to go back to the room and wait.

Miao Hao drove over by himself, and it was the evening rush hour.

She had never seen Mu Luyu in person, but she hadn't only seen him on newspaper news or financial pages. Mu Pengfei once put a photo of his two sons in his wallet, which Miao Haoshi had seen. At that time, Mu Luyu was still an international student who had just entered college, and she seemed to still have an impression.

So, what about Mu Luyuan? She couldn't remember his face as a child.

What popped into her mind was the face he had questioned her on the lounge terrace that day.

"Why are you here?"

He asked her like she had been poked in the heart with a blunt object.

The face is arrogant and cold, unstained by the world, and the eyebrows and eyes are like frost. But there was a fiery and sincere temperature lingering in her eyes, and it was directly branded in her heart with a power that could penetrate everything.

It was the first time she had seen such a face in the world around her.

Her car slowed down and got stuck in the river. Outside the car window, the evening glimpse was slowed down, as if zoomed in by the camera. She looked at those jumping faces, intimate expressions, and a warmth swelled in her heart.

Perhaps there is indeed a lack of temperature in her life, a fresh and hot temperature. Originally, she had never known this kind of temperature, nor did she desire it.

But she was not qualified to say such a thing.

She turned on the music in the car, and the beautiful sound of the old jazz was familiar with the world, and the red dust was intoxicated, and she comforted all the souls that had nowhere to put them.

She should have forgotten him long ago in the old world.