The Shangri-La Hotel.
Although it was a fairly small charity dinner, the guests were people of considerable standing, so plenty of reporters had turned up.
Camera flashes kept going off outside the hotel entrance.
Guo Guanglian got out of his car with his female companion, nodded slightly to the reporters on either side of the red carpet, and strode forward.
After all, this was no runway show. These tycoons did not crave exposure the way celebrities did.
The next tycoon to arrive with a female companion did exactly the same.
"Quite a few top tycoons are coming tonight!" a photographer remarked from the sidelines. Hong Kong Island held plenty of charity events, but its top tycoons rarely appeared together.
This dinner ranked among the most prestigious.
Looking at the beautiful women and celebrities accompanying those tycoons, he felt envious too.
But after seeing so many, he gradually found he could hardly keep up with all that envy.
People lived such different lives.
Especially those lucky enough to have a good father, who had everything from the moment they were born.
"Someone's here. Stop spacing out!" The reporter beside him gave him a shove. The photographer hurriedly snapped out of his thoughts and saw a black Rolls-Royce stop in front of the red carpet.
The sight of the car struck him as familiar.
After all, there were only a handful of this model on Hong Kong Island, and this particular car was somewhat different from the others.
The door opened, and a tall young man in a red suit stepped out.
Facing the camera flashes, he put the sunglasses he had just taken off back on, radiating an utterly unrestrained swagger.
The reporters' hearts all skipped a beat when they saw him.
Handsome Sheng of Hongxing. What was he doing here?