Chapter 384 Why didn’t you call me for this kind of thing?
As a woman, Wang Zuxian was so excited when she saw so many clothes that she had never dared to think about before. However, she hugged Lin Zehao and kissed him first, then took the clothes and went into the house to change.
Looking at her back, Lin Zehao just smiled. A sensible woman is always liked.
He simply did not get in the car first, but sat on the sofa beside and began to wait.
No. 1, Section 4, Zhongshan North Road, Taipei, The Grand Hotel.
As one Mercedes-Benz after another arrived, the people who were chatting and laughing at the door immediately changed to a serious expression. Their behavior was no longer as casual as before, but became very serious and solemn.
Yang Dengkui and Luo Fuzhu looked at each other, and they immediately stepped forward together and headed towards the Rolls-Royce.
The people behind him did not dare to be negligent and followed closely.
The rear door of the Rolls-Royce Silver Thor was respectfully opened by Ama, and Lin Zehao walked out.
"Brother Hao, welcome to our place. Please forgive me for not welcoming you from afar."
As the person who is most familiar with Lin Zehao among everyone, Yang Dengkui naturally has to take the lead.
Once the conversation started, everyone started to speak kindly to them as if they were free.
Although everyone present can be said to be a local tyrant, logically there is no need to be so humble. After all, as the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local tyrant.
Unfortunately, Lin Zehao is not an ordinary strong dragon, the three words "Weilonghao" are enough to carry enough weight!
"Brother Hao, please come in. Everything is ready."
The person who spoke was Luo Fuzhu. Lin Zehao naturally recognized him. He immediately smiled and nodded, then walked slowly forward with Wang Zuxian's arm in arm.
At this time, everyone suddenly realized that Lin Zehao had brought a woman with him.
How dare you bring a woman to this occasion? Isn't that a bit against the rules?
However, everyone just muttered this idea silently in their hearts, and no one dared to say it out loud.
Moreover, after being carefully dressed up, Wang Zuxian was so stunningly beautiful that everyone present had never seen such a beautiful woman face to face.
If they could afford to offend Wei Longhao, many people would probably have some bad thoughts.
Some people wanted to continue staring at Wang Zuxian, but were stopped by security personnel and had to give up in disappointment.
However, Yang Dengkui seemed somewhat overjoyed. The more Lin Zehao valued Wang Zuxian, the more he could benefit from it.
After all, from a certain perspective, he could be considered the matchmaker between the two.
Before there was Lin Qingxia, and now there is Wang Zuxian. Yang Dengkui has done his best.
At this time, Lin Zehao's eyes swept over him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded slightly at him.
Although it was just a movement that couldn't be any smaller, it made Yang Dengkui subconsciously straighten his back, and he couldn't help but reveal a smug smile on the corners of his mouth.
At this time, Luo Fuzhu introduced: "The Grand Hotel was founded in 1952. It has a unique geographical location, close to the Keelung River and towering on the waist of Yuanshan. It was originally the site of the Formosa Shrine during the Japanese occupation period. When the Kuomintang government took over Formosa after World War II, it demolished the Formosa Shrine, which had been destroyed at the time, and rebuilt it into the Formosa Hotel on the site."
"Later, the Formosa Friendship Association, a group of politicians, took over the management and changed it to the Grand Hotel."
"The scale of the Grand Hotel was very small at that time, and the hotel's infrastructure was not completed until 1963. In 1968, the Grand Hotel was rated as one of the top ten hotels in the world by Fortune magazine. On October 10, 1973, the 14-story Chinese palace-style building designed by architect Yang Zhuocheng was completed, and the Grand Hotel became a new landmark in Taipei at that time."
As the host, it is natural to explain the details at this time.
Firstly, it was to demonstrate their own strength, and secondly, it was to show that they put their heart into the reception process and did not intend to be perfunctory.
Lin Zehao was naturally familiar with the process and praised it immediately: "The colorful painted beams, flying eaves and brackets, red and red columns, and glazed golden tiles are magnificent in shape, worthy of being a landmark building in Taipei."
As the saying goes, a sedan chair is carried by everyone, and this principle is applicable in all walks of life.
Lin Zehao had naturally heard of the name of Yuanshan Hotel. Not only now, but even in his previous life, it was almost impossible for ordinary people to enter it.
Unexpectedly, one day he would be able to step into this place openly. This is the unpredictability of life.
He vaguely remembered that he must have read a report that since the construction of the Grand Hotel, no less than a hundred leaders, celebrities and politicians from various countries have stayed there.
In short, you not only need to be rich, but also powerful. Anyway, there is no ordinary person like you.
The heavily guarded Grand Hotel has been almost isolated from ordinary people for decades.
Although the Formosa Friendship Association, which operates the Grand Hotel, was established as a foundation with donations from private individuals, it was actually under the jurisdiction of the transportation department of the Formosa authorities, and all the donors at the time were important officials of the Formosa authorities.
Baodao has learned the tricks of the capital consortium.
At this time, Yang Dengkui, who was standing by, also showed a mysterious look and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "It is said that when Chiang Kai-shek was planning the Grand Hotel, he set up a secret passage leading to the nearby Jiantan and Bei'an Park..."
"Unfortunately, time flies, and I don't have the chance to use the backup plan I had prepared..."
Luo Fuzhu glared at Yang Dengkui, signaling him not to talk nonsense.
This somewhat subtle little action was naturally seen by the sharp-eyed Lin Zehao.
It seems that among everyone, Luo Fuzhu has the highest prestige.
If Lin Zehao remembered correctly, Luo Fuzhu's Wenshan Gang was the strongest among them, even stronger than Yang Dengkui's Northwest Gang.
As they walked and talked, they had already entered the Yuanshan Hotel.
The Grand Hotel seems to have an endless connection with dragons. Throughout the entire hotel, from doors and windows, beams and columns to murals and ceilings, vivid flying dragons can be seen everywhere, creating a strong visual impact.
Seeing this, Lin Zehao seemed to have thought of something, and said meaningfully: "This place really looks like a palace. I wonder if someone has ascended the throne here before..."
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned at first, and no one dared to respond.
Lin Zehao could say this, but they didn't dare to respond.
The reason is very simple. He just patted his butt and went back to Hong Kong Island after he finished speaking. No matter how powerful the other party is, they can't control Hong Kong Island.
But they have to make a living on the Taiwan Strait, and the direct descendant of that person is still the top leader. How can they not be afraid?
Only Luo Fuzhu laughed twice and said, "Brother Hao is really humorous, but many locals in Taiwan also call this place Dragon Palace."
The palace-style layout of the Grand Hotel is divided into the main building, Golden Dragon Hall, Green Phoenix Hall and Kylin Hall. Each hall is luxuriously and elegantly decorated, magnificent, exquisitely carved, and each has a different style.
The back mountain is the guest room department, which is often used to receive foreign heads of state. It has colorful painted beams, red pearl columns and magnificent gold and jade. The paintings and reliefs hanging in each hall, such as the Kangren Snow Mountain Picture, the Dongtian Mountain Hall Picture, the Qingming Shanghe Picture, and the relief of Zhou Gong making rituals and music, are all from famous artists.
Various kinds of intertwined bonsai rocks and continuous marble stair railings can be seen everywhere.
The lobby of the hotel, which is said to be the largest in the world, and the Ming-style and mahogany furniture inside the rooms have an ancient flavor.
Today, I don’t know what means Luo Fuzhu and others took, but they actually hosted a banquet for Lin Zehao in the Golden Dragon Hall.
You know, the Golden Dragon Hall is not opened easily. If you want to book this hall, you must be of a certain level.
Therefore, if it was just speculation before, now it is almost certain that there must be a big shot behind Luo Fuzhu. But it is also normal, people like them are basically doomed to be white gloves for big shots.
There are very few people like Lin Zehao who are not controlled by anyone and can stay on the right track.
Over the years, there have been people who wanted to take control of him, but unfortunately he had planned everything too early and too perfectly, leaving no chance for anyone to take action.
The huge private room, no, it can’t be called a private room, it’s more like a living room.
"Brother Hao, please take a seat."
Luo Fuzhu and Yang Dengkui said in unison, wanting to invite Lin Zehao to the main seat.
"Isn't this against the rules?"
"Today is the founding ceremony of your Tiandao League. I am only here to watch the ceremony as a friend. No matter what, it is not my turn to sit in the main seat."
As Lin Zehao spoke, he sat next to Yang Dengkui, with Wang Zuxian sitting next to him.
Before Luo Fuzhu could continue to persuade her, a middle-aged man with a moustache lowered his head and squeezed forward, wanting to sit next to Wang Zuxian, but was stopped by Yang Chengrong.
"There are people here, let's go somewhere else."
Lin Zehao seemed indifferent, but he squinted his eyes and glanced at the other person.
Lin Minde looked at Yang Chengrong, who had a gloomy face, and then looked at the younger brother of Hutchison, who was watching him eagerly. He immediately laughed twice and said, "Don't worry, I'm just a little nervous. Sorry..."
Then, Lin Minde immediately changed his seat.
Seeing this, Luo Fuzhu and Yang Dengkui looked at each other and decided not to let Lin Zehao sit in the main seat.
We are all thousand-year-old foxes, and some tricks only need to be played once.
As for the seat next to Wang Zuxian, no one dared to sit in it until everyone was seated, so it remained empty.
After we sat down, the waiter also received the message and notified the kitchen to start serving the dishes.
After a while, the huge round table was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes.
However, Wang Zuxian found that the flavors of the dishes on the table were basically Cantonese cuisine, which made her a little puzzled.
When she set her eyes on Lin Zehao, she suddenly understood.
Lin Zehao is from Hong Kong Island, so this table of Cantonese food is understandable.
Thinking of this, Wang Zuxian once again had a new understanding of her man's identity and status.
As a native of Taiwan, the only person she knew among the people present was Yang Dengkui, but she had also heard of the names of several others.
Wenshan Gang, Luo Fuzhu.
Northwest Gang, Yang Dengkui.
Tianliaogang Gang, Wutongtan.
Sanchong, Xiao Zehong.
Zhonghe, Li Boxi.
Changhua, Xie Tongyun.
The Three Lights Justice Group, Lin Minde and so on.
Although these gangs are not well-known in Taiwan, they are not unknown either. Wang Zuxian was once harassed by gangsters from the Sanguang Justice Group. Fortunately, there were adults present at the time, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous.
Although she had no idea how powerful the people present were, she still understood the principle that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.
However, judging from the scene before her, her man seemed to be no ordinary strong man, otherwise these local tyrants would have no need to act like this.
Luo Fuzhu was about to speak when the door of the hall was pushed open and Chen Qili strode in with five or six of his younger brothers.
"Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you not to call me on such an important day?"
Chen Qili was wearing casual clothes and looked like an old man doing morning exercises in the park. He did not have the aura of a so-called big boss at all.
However, everyone present changed their expressions.
Only Lin Zehao looked calm and collected the dishes on his own, even remembering to pick up some for Wang Zuxian as well. He didn't seem to be affected at all.
Luo Fuzhu put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up from the stool, his face gloomy, and said with suppressed anger: "You are not welcome here, if you know what's good for you, leave quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"
The next second, more than a dozen Wenshan Gang members swarmed in and surrounded Chen Qili and others.
"Luo Fuzhu, I came all the way here to give you a gift, but you surrounded me with a bunch of rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"
Chen Qili was not at all panicked. He spread out his right hand and his younger brother handed him a red envelope. Judging from its thickness, it should have contained a lot of money.
"Duck bully, are you kidding me? Do I need this little money from you?"
"You and I both know exactly what day it is today, so I advise you not to do anything rash."
Luo Fuzhu was not polite at all and immediately called out this somewhat humiliating nickname.
The original Bamboo Union Gang was distinguished by animal names. There were five branch alliances at the beginning: Lion, Tiger, Leopard, Phoenix and Duck. They also put colors before the names of the animals to distinguish the generations. Chen Qili was a member of the "Duck" branch at that time.
Therefore, people in the underworld gave him this nickname.
The original intention might be to describe Chen Qili as a domineering person, but it really sounds unpleasant.
"Recklessly?"
"Even if I mess up, what can you do to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qili waved his arm and slapped the Wenshan Gang member closest to him.
"Look, are you staring at me, Sanxiao?"
"Damn, is there something on my face?"
The younger brother was obviously stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, he was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Chen Qili's men. The younger brothers of the Wenshan Gang naturally would not stand by and watch, and the two gangs were about to fight.
(End of this chapter)
