At this time, Hong Kong was relatively chaotic, after all, the issue of the handover was involved. There was plenty of messy business going on. In contrast, though, development was indeed going very well. This was Hong Kong's golden age. After recovering from the 1987 stock market crash, Hong Kong's economy was rising.
To a certain extent, that rapid development also concealed and weakened those messy issues. Society remained stable without any major unrest, and ordinary people's lives did not seem to have been affected much.
Wang Yan was truly familiar with Hong Kong. After all, he had stood at its pinnacle several times, and under different identities each time. He had been a gangster, a businessman, a businessman-gangster, and a Hong Kong police officer. Back then, he had even been the top man in the force, a leader among the Chinese.
Even across his thousand-plus years of life, Hong Kong accounted for one-tenth of it. By comparison, his life in the real world accounted for only a little over one-thirtieth. That made it clear just how deep Wang Yan's feelings for Hong Kong were.
The Peninsula Hotel was Hong Kong's oldest luxury hotel, and one of the finest in the world.
A taxi stopped at the hotel entrance. Wang Yan stepped out of the back seat and stamped his feet...
The weather was hot. He was not wearing a suit jacket, only a white dress shirt. As usual, his sleeves were rolled up, and he wore an embroidered patterned tie. Below, he had on dress pants and leather shoes—an ordinary outfit, nothing remarkable.
Before Wang Yan needed to do anything, someone helped take his luggage from the car. After checking in, he went down to the restaurant and ordered a whole tableful of dishes.
"Betty, right? This will be