January 1997.
Gu Sheng met Director Shi and several people from the North at his mansion at No. 1 Deep Water Bay.
"Mr. Gu!" Shi Xue looked at Gu Sheng, who was lounging against the sofa in his pajamas, and could not help marveling inwardly.
More than a decade had passed, yet Gu Sheng was still just as unrestrained and exuberant.
He looked only about twenty-five.
Yet his presence had grown even more imposing and authoritative.
"Have a seat, Director Shi. You gentlemen too. No need to stand on ceremony here!" Gu Sheng said with a smile.
Shi Xue made himself comfortable. After all, he had known Gu Sheng for more than a decade and had more or less figured out his temperament.
The others did not dare be so casual.
They all knew what sort of man Gu Sheng was.
The outrageous things he had done over the years were far too numerous to count. Just last year, at a Charity Gala broadcast live on television, he had smashed a liquor bottle over a rich man's head, and the man had not made a peep.
But Gu Sheng had established extremely deep roots on Hong Kong Island over the years, and quite a few wealthy people had benefited from his help.
Whenever they ran into trouble abroad that they could not handle, they went to Mr. Gu.
Even if the price was steep, as long as the person was still alive, Gu Sheng could bring them back.
If the person was dead, it depended on Gu Sheng's mood.
Over the years, cases of people abroad daring to extort or kidnap wealthy businessmen from Hong Kong Island had become exceedingly rare.
As a result, quite a few of Hong Kong Island's wealthy businessmen were grateful to Gu Sheng.
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