78

A month has passed, and the original half-ruined area is slowly turning into a "home".

On this sunny morning, a dark-skinned young man stood in front of a house that had just been restored, with a group of excited young people clustered behind him, and a dozen or so journalists with cameras on their chests and paper and pencils in their hands surrounding them in front.

This is Canaan Chen being interviewed.

"May I ask Mr. Chan, what is the reason for you to come and rebuild the homes of the victims in the Quarry Bay area free of charge?"

"It's a coincidence to say the least. One day my brother Man and I passed by and saw the displaced victims after the fire, many families could only temporarily squeeze into leaky wooden shacks, suddenly I remembered when I was a child, the tenement I rented at the beginning was also leaky and my whole family was crammed into a small house of more than a hundred feet (about a dozen square meters), with no toilet, no running water and no gas, and at that time I wanted nothing more than to be able to have a bed to call my own! At that time, what I wanted most was to have a bed of my own. Now I have realized my wish. So when I saw the victims in Kwun Tong, I thought that I could do my best to help these people who are in more difficulties than we were, so that they can live in a house that can protect them from the wind and rain, and drink clean tap water, and resume a normal life. Of course, our ability is very limited, and hope that more capable citizens, lend a hand to help these people in need."

After Chen Canaan finished speaking, he quietly grinned a big smile towards Qiao Wen, who was standing not far away.

Because of the recent really dark tan, the two rows of white teeth showed up, so they looked unusually white.

Don't look at this guy who is usually out of tune, but when he is pretending, he has a few skills to confuse people. These words were not taught by Qiao Wen, Qiao Wen was only responsible for finding a few media outlets and letting him be interviewed, earning an early reputation for their Wen Nan Real Estate.

I didn't want to, but this guy spoke in a set way, where he looked like a middle-aged semi-literate who only knew a bunch of words.

Jovian received his smile and nodded and smiled gently back at him.

When he had shown the reporters around, Chen Canaan ran to him urgently.

"Little Joe, how do you think my interview went?"

Jovian nodded, "Very good."

Chen Canaan angled his head rather proudly, "I've dealt with reporters every day before, I'm experienced."

Qiao Wen laughed softly, "Then from now on, you'll be the one to deal with the media in our company. I'll be in charge of the internal matters."

Chen Canaan patted his chest and said, "Okay, you main inside and I main outside?"

Jovian: "???" Why does that sound like something is wrong?

But he wasn't just saying that casually, no matter which industries their careers would develop towards in the future, they would always have to face the media often. He wasn't a person who was too lively and liked being surrounded by people, and earlier in Dream True Clothing, he'd felt uncomfortable being interviewed a few times - fortunately, later on, Lin ZiHui himself was the one who did all this kind of thing.

Chen Canaan's personality was already outgoing and he was also very good at dealing with people, although he was a bit out of tune from time to time, but as he said, he would just slowly accumulate experience. Adding to the fact that he already had a few points of fame now, if things continued this way, sooner or later, he would become a real celebrity.

Being famous had its benefits, the whole town was staring at him, at least it was basically impossible for him to go down the same path as the original world again.

Of course, Qiaowen thought to himself, even if he wasn't famous, as long as he was there, he would never let him go down the same path again.

Since Qiao Wen gave sufficient carriage fees, the reporters who were invited, went back and publicized this act of charity of theirs.

Chen Canaan had already made a small splash not long ago by punching and bullying a Chinese gweilo, and this time he turned into the owner of a real estate company, repairing houses for free in the fire-stricken area, so his reputation naturally went up another level.

Nowadays, the real estate industry in Hong Kong City is developed, large and small real estate companies and construction companies abound, Wen Nan real estate was not known, but now because of the free help to rebuild homes for the refugees in the area, a hit the reputation.

Even the government had to come out and praise them by name.

According to Qiao Wen's anticipation, even if Ouyang Yuan refused to help them design the villa, it should no longer be a problem to apply for another project development.

"Hey, Brother Nan, a beautiful woman is looking for you!" That evening, Chen Canaan was working at the construction site when a junior ran over and gave him a report with a bad smile.

When Chen Canaan looked up, he saw a tall beauty, who was stepping on a pair of high-heeled shoes, walking towards him through the cluttered pile of rubble.

This person he naturally still recognized was none other than Zhou Jiayin, who had danced a failed dance with him at the dinner that day.

"Hi, Nan!" Zhou Jiayin came over with a hop and a skip, smiling and waving at him.

He stood up and frowned, "Miss Zhou, why are you here?"

Zhou Jiayin: "I was driving through the neighborhood and remembered that you were working on the house here, so I came over to try my luck and see if you were around. Looks like I'm not too unlucky."

Chen Canaan asked strangely, "Do you want something from me?"

Zhou Jiayin raised an eyebrow and replied, "I can't find you if there's nothing to do?"

Chen Canaan thought, "Isn't that nonsense? Why are you looking for me for nothing?

Of course, as a man who was preparing to move towards the gentleman's route, there was no way he could be so rude to a lady, and could only smile sardonically, "This place is dirty and messy, it's not a place where Miss Zhou should come."

Zhou Jiayin was unimpressed and looked around, saying, "It looks like it's pretty much built already." Saying that, she gave him a thumbs up, "Ah Nan, you guys are really good, much better than the tycoons who donate money under false pretenses at charity receptions."

Chen Canaan was amused by her, "Ms. Zhou, if I remember correctly, you are also the daughter of a wealthy family, right? That reception was still organized by your uncle."

Zhou Jiayin raised her pretty eyebrows, "So what? Anyway, I think even my uncle can't compare to what you and Ah Wen are doing now?" Saying that, she raised her hand to look at the diamond encrusted watch on her wrist, "Question, what time do you guys wrap up, I'll treat you to dinner."

While the two were talking, there were already a few minions sneaking over, curiously watching.

Zhou Jiayin dressed in a way that looks like a young lady, but also a very good-looking young lady.

What did it mean when such a great lady invited their Nan to dinner?

Of course it means that Missy has her eye on Pretty Boy Nan!

This is definitely a matter of big news, turn back to the city cottage must be widely publicized, so that everyone knows that Nan went out to grow a big success, there are thousands of gold miss initiative to pursue, I'm afraid that not long after, can be a rich man's son-in-law.

It's exciting to think about.

The onlooker minions are excited, but Chen Canaan is still as if his heart is still water, wooden face politely refused, "...... No need, I may have to close very late."

The minions were unanimously pained: "????" Nan actually refused an invitation from a thousand dollar lady?

As if she expected him to refuse, Zhou Jiayin laughed, "It's fine, I'll wait for you, we'll go to dinner whenever you wrap up, I don't have anything to do anyway."

"Ms. Chow ......"

"Call me Alice."

"Alice, I'm tired after closing, I need to get back to resting."

Zhou Jiayin laughed, "Even if you're tired, you still have to eat, don't you? I'll personally drive you back after dinner."

Chen Canaan calculated to see out, this Miss Zhou is a difficult Lord, I guess the more he refused the more the other side of the more to come. He is, after all, nicknamed the pretty boy South, from childhood to his good girl is not no, but the poor girl are aware of the reserve, at most to him to send some food, and then red-faced away, which is like the gold Miss so active.

However, with so many pairs of eyes around him, he couldn't afford to embarrass the girl too much and could only nod his head perfunctorily.

Zhou Jiayin spread a smile and stood by the side while watching him work and waiting for him to call it a day.

Chen Canaan was wearing an undershirt, revealing two sturdy arms and shoulders. He actually still had a bit of a teenager's body, not very fit, but with smooth muscle lines, with a vibrant sexiness, and his tanned complexion blossomed with a healthy luster under the setting sun Zhou Jiayin was accustomed to seeing white-faced gentlemen from the upper class, and all of the American boys that he had once dated were all young masters who had been raised in the best of times. This was the first time he had seen such a pristine and natural boy so close - Chen Canaan was still two years younger than him and was indeed just a boy.

She looked at Chen Canaan's busy body and hated to whistle.

She didn't blow this whistle, but Chen Canaan ended up getting into her red sports car and followed her into a western restaurant again amidst the whistles of a group of minions.

Fortunately, Chen Canaan changed his clothes, still clean and decent, just a sunburnt and dark face, and this white and beautiful young lady, face to face to the table of the western restaurant box, or very some incongruity.

Zhou Jiayin felt that she really liked Chen Canaan too much, of course it couldn't be talked about as love, but it just felt so new. She asked the waiter to open a bottle of red wine worth several thousand dollars, and after pouring half a glass for one person, she elegantly shook the glass and said, "Ah Nan, to celebrate my pursuit of you, let's toast!"

Chen Canaan, who had just taken the tall wine glass in his hands, almost didn't drop the glass, and helplessly held his forehead, "Alice, don't joke around!"

Zhou Jiayin curled up the corner of her mouth and said, "I'm not joking, I'm a new age woman, when I meet the boy of my choice, of course I have to take the initiative."

Chen Canaan was practically afraid of her, "Alice, we've only met twice."

Zhou Jiayin: "So what? Consider me falling in love with you at first sight."

He was so bold and straightforward, Chen Canaan didn't beat around the bush with her, "But I don't have that intention for you."

"I know, we just met, there's no rush, take your time. You just have to give each other a chance to get to know each other."

Chen Canaan put his wine glass down and said with a wooden face, "This really isn't necessary."

Zhou Jiayin raised an eyebrow, "Why? You have to give me a valid reason."

Chen Canaan blurted out, "Because I don't like women."

After he said it, he was shocked, this was the first time he told others that he didn't like women. When such a big secret was exposed, he felt weak and was about to find an excuse to round it up, but Zhou Jiayin on the other side opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "You don't like women?"

"Not ......"

"So you like men?"

"I ......"

Chen Canaan very much suspected that this Miss Zhou was out of her mind, because when he heard that the man he was going to pursue didn't like women, instead of being lost, he was all excited.

"You really like men?" Zhou Jiayin repeated again.

Chen Canaan was also too lazy to find another excuse, and simply broke down and said, "That's right, I like men."

After the panic, there was a surprising sense of relief.

Zhou Jiayin face excitement has been vaguely brought on the color of excited gossip, her head forward: whispered: "Now Hong Kong City is very open, like men and is not something unusual, so who do you like?"

In fact, she didn't need to be so mysterious because the soundproofing of the Western restaurant's compartments was very good.

Although it was like a relief to have the secret out, but to tell the secret of secrets to this Ms. Zhou, who had only met her twice, Chen Canaan still couldn't do it. He shook his head, revealing an expressionless look and said, "Liking a man doesn't mean having a favorite."

Zhou Jiayin leaned hard to the back of the chair behind her, across the table, looked him up and down, curved the corners of her mouth, and smiled with a bit of cunning, "No, you definitely have someone you like."

"No."

"Definitely."

"Said no."

"Huh you're in a hurry, that means I'm not wrong." She smiled and tapped her chin with a finger, pretending to be thoughtful for a few moments before suddenly saying, "You don't like Man, do you?"

Chen Canaan's heart burst in fear and lustfully said, "Don't you talk nonsense!"

Zhou Jiayin was originally joking, but the reaction of the person across from her was just too great, so much so that she widened her eyes in shock and said incredulously, "You really like Wen?"

"So you're not just brothers, but ......"

Chen Canaan finally became irritated, "Why are you so annoying, I'm telling you, don't go around talking about this, especially don't tell Xiao Qiao, otherwise I'm not done with you."

Zhou Jiayin covered her mouth exaggeratedly, as if she had made another big discovery, "So you're just unrequited!!!"

Canaan Chen: "......"

Zhou Jiayin: "You grew up together and have known each other for so many years, but you're only in a one-sided love, Nan, I kind of sympathize with you."

Chen Canaan said angrily, "Shut up!"

Zhou Jiayin naturally didn't shut up, and this meal was simply called a bad break. Because the meal was not finished, Chen Canaan in Zhou Jiayin gloating jokes, angrily whisked his sleeve away, leaving the other person in the original place of joy.

The city of Hong Kong is now a real city that never sleeps when the lights come on and the paper is in full bloom.

On the top floor of a new 50-story building in Tsim Sha Tsui, a man with a glass of wine stood inside the floor-to-ceiling window, looking towards the Kwun Tong Mistletoe District across the sea.

Compared to the bright lights around us, there are only starry dots of lights on the other side of the sea.

Most of the people in this bustling metropolis are nothing more than camping ants, tired of trying to survive. But there are also gods and goddesses like him, who hold the fate of the entire city in the palm of their hands, with that hand that turns the clouds into rain.

Zhou Chaozheng picked up the wine glass in his hand and gently sipped it.

He's in control and no one can fly out of his hands.