Chapter 1

Communication

The senior has not come to class for nearly a month.

After Fang Qingzhi learned about it, she asked his friends who were usually close to him, and they all got the same answer.

- His familys business has a big problem.

There is nothing to do about it. There are only so many people in Hong Kong, so little land, and the foreigners rely on their white skin and nationality to occupy the fattest piece of meat. Although the Chinese have gradually gained momentum in recent years, its a pity that there is so much meat to share.

The seniors full name is Liang Qisong. His family runs a bakery business. They are not rich, otherwise they would have been sent to the UK and the US to study in universities like many children from rich families here. But compared to Fang Qingzhi, who is so poor that her schoolbag is jingling and she needs to work to earn a living, she does not have to worry about tuition and living expenses. She has money to study law and a 2,000 square foot house to live in. Naturally, she is still rich.

Although Fang Qingzhi knew his address, she couldnt visit him rashly. Before, she was doing odd jobs outside and accidentally bumped into Liang Qisongs mother. She politely called her aunt at the time, but she only got a cold eye.

Later, Liangs father came to meet her alone and frankly explained that Liang Qisong would go to study in the UK in the future.

Although they didnt say it directly, Fang Qingzhi could understand what they meant.

As someone who followed her parents to sneak from the mainland and now lives in the attic of her aunts house, she naturally has no "qualification" to be friends with Liang Qisong.

Regardless of his parents, Liang Qisong helped her a lot in school and in daily life... Whats more, Fang Qingzhi still had selfish motives. Now that Liang Qisongs family was in trouble, she was a poor student and could not help much. She only wrote a letter, wrote about her recent study situation and changes in school, and finally sealed it, asking Liang Qisongs friends to pass it to him on her behalf.

The other party agreed.

Fang Qingzhi is now studying business. She has just been enrolled for less than half a year, and her future is still bleak. Her uncle and aunt disliked her high tuition fees and had already made it clear that they would only allow her to eat and sleep. As for tuition and other expenses... she had to work to earn money. In their eyes, it was a kind act to help her sister and brother-in-laws family.

What is the truth?

Although Fang Qingzhis parents came here illegally, her father was smart and soon climbed up to the Lu family and worked for the Lu family. Unfortunately, the Lu family was later sought for revenge, and Fang Qingzhis father died in a fight. At that time, Mr. Lu valued the moral principles of the underworld and gave a large pension. He also sympathized with the difficulties of the widow and orphan and gave them a house.

But since the death of his father, his mother has been depressed and passed away soon after. Before her death, she entrusted Fang Qingzhi to her brother. At that time, Fang Qingzhi had just started school, so the house and money were naturally taken over by her uncle.

In their words, houses were not as expensive as they are now. With this money, they raised Fang Qingzhi to such a age and paid her tuition for so many years, which had long been offset.

Now it is all due to the friendship of relatives that they are willing to let her live alone until she graduates from university. When Fang Qingzhi finds a job and a place to live, she will be asked to move out. This attic needs to be decorated and connected to the bedroom below, so that it can be used as a wedding house for her cousin in the future.

Today, the future of Hong Kong is uncertain. Although business is still going on, the fluctuations in the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar are shocking. Fang Qingzhi was also confused. Unlike other students in the school, she would be homeless once she graduated and could only survive on her own. Therefore, she studied harder. Except for working and resting, she basically studied all the time.

She helped out in a bakery some time ago. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bakerys business gradually stabilized, so she went to a western restaurant. Fang Qingzhis English was good and she looked pretty. She successfully applied for the job and worked as a waitress here.

The western restaurant was in North Point, just like Fang Qingzhis uncles house. In 1949, Shanghai people moved to Hong Kong, and most of them lived here. Therefore, there were many southern food shops selling Shanghai food, big and small, and there was one every few steps.

After Fang Qingzhi finished work, it was already half past eight. She expected that her uncle and aunt would not keep her for dinner, so she passed by a small restaurant that was still doing business, bought some pan-fried buns, and ate while walking back.

For some reason, she always felt that someone was following her along the way. Fang Qingzhi stopped and turned around suspiciously, only to see a black car parked behind her, which looked expensive.

There was no one else.

Fang Qingzhi thought that she was probably just being suspicious, so she continued to move forward. Her uncle and aunts house was on Chunyang Street, a traditional market for selling vegetables and meat. The road was always wet, and there were mostly shops on both sides, selling groceries, vegetables and meat. The tram had stopped, leaving only the lonely tram track crossing the street, winding like it had no end. Fang Qingzhi walked upstairs and greeted her neighbors with a smile. Before she entered the house, she heard her uncle and aunt quarreling. Her aunt cried loudly: "-Gamble, gamble, gamble, go gambling every day, how many times have you won? This family is going to be gambled away by you-"

Things were thrown around and almost hit Fang Qingzhi. She slightly turned sideways to avoid it, and saw that the house was in a mess, the table fell over, the shelf was crooked, and the already cramped space became even narrower and narrower, so narrow that she couldnt even step. My aunt was wearing a cotton silk top, her curly hair had long been loose, and she was holding a clothesline in her hand, beating her drunk uncle on the ground.

My cousin Yu Jiahao said nothing, and gestured to her, indicating that Fang Qingzhi should follow him.

Fang Qingzhi stepped forward, and her aunt wiped her face behind her: "Qingzhi, the family has no money, and we plan to rent out your attic. I discussed with your uncle, and it is better to rent it to our own people than to outsiders... How about this, starting next month, you pay 400 yuan a month, and I will allow you to continue living there."

Fang Qingzhi said: "Aunt, my uncle promised me that I would stay in this house until I graduated from college."

My uncle on the ground slept like a dead pig.

My aunt yelled: "He is him, and I am me. Since your uncle became addicted to playing mahjong, I dont know how many things he stole from me to exchange for money..."

Fang Qingzhi was too lazy to tell her the rest of the words, and walked straight up to the attic.

She looks like her mother, with an egg-white face, almond eyes, and thin lips. When she looks cold, she looks unapproachable.

The uncle on the ground hums like mud: "Stay, you must live..."

The aunt cried and made a fuss, Fang Qingzhi didnt listen, went upstairs, took off her bag, and looked at her cousin: "Whats the matter?"

The cousin handed over an oil paper bag: "I bought a braised goose tonight, and secretly kept a portion for you to eat."

Fang Qingzhi smiled: "Thank you."

The cousin said: "Sister, dont worry about what my mother says, she is angry. Dont say that after you graduate, this house originally belonged to my aunt and uncle. If you live here, I dont think anyone dares to drive you away."

Fang Qingzhi held the heavy braised goose meat and smiled: "Okay."

The cousin scratched his head and went down the stairs again. Soon, Fang Qingzhi heard her cousin arguing with her aunt: "You have listened to the lies of outsiders again. This house..."

The attic is low, and only the middle part can make people stand up straight. Fang Qingzhi sat on the bed and ate the stewed goose bit by bit.

Hmm, very fragrant.

The next morning, as expected, her aunt was still mumbling about this small attic. If it can be rented out, she can earn 400 yuan a month. It is better to change it into US dollars now. Who knows what the Hong Kong dollar will become in the future...

She said, let her say it. Fang Qingzhi finished a bowl of porridge quietly, took it to the kitchen to wash her own dishes, wrapped them in plastic bags, and put them in the corner of the cupboard again, and went to school with her schoolbag on her back.

This time Fang Qingzhi received a reply from Liang Qisong. He was always rigorous when writing letters, but this letter had two traces of alterations, which should be absent-minded. The letter was filled with words, saying that he was doing well now, and that his fathers business was booming and had room for improvement, so he told her not to worry and asked her to take care of herself.

At the end of the letter, he also copied a line of Shakespeares English poem.

"Shall I compare thee to a summers day?"

(Can I compare you to summer?)

After reading the letter, Fang Qingzhi covered the paper, lowered her head and smiled, and after a moment, she picked up the pen and wrote him a reply.

"Senior Liang Qisong,

Its like seeing you in person..."

While writing the letter, the person next to him was reading a newspaper. There was a photo of a gentleman in the newspaper. The man was very handsome, wearing a white shirt and holding a cane. The most eye-catching thing was his eyes, deep, focused, and firm. Fang Qingzhi looked up and thought it was an entertainment newspaper, thinking that another new movie was released. When she looked carefully, it turned out to be a column report on politics and business. She paid close attention to political and business affairs, so she couldnt help but take a few more glances and saw the name of the gentleman in the photo, Chen Xiu Ze.

Fang Qingzhi looked down and saw that the pen accidentally dropped a drop of ink on the letter she had just written. She screamed softly and used a tissue to wipe it off. Unfortunately, the ink still expanded and blurred the words "".

When Fang Qingzhi handed the reply to the man, the other party was in a dilemma, hesitant and hesitant.

Fang Qingzhi asked a few more questions before he stammered, "...Qingzhi, when you have time, go see Qisong. He is in a very bad condition now."

Fang Qingzhi frowned, "What happened?"

"...During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mr. Huang ordered something from the bakery to send to Mr. Chen. As a result, there was something wrong with the bakery, and Mr. Chen got sick after eating it," the man sighed, "Who is Mr. Chen? A politician or a businessman... thats all. You, a female student, dont understand."

Fang Qingzhi heard some clues, but she remained calm, "Then what?"

"The people on Mr. Huangs side are angry, and how can a bakery beat them? Whats more, Liang Qisongs father said the wrong thing at the beginning, and failed to calm the big shot down in time," he said, "Dont even mention that the store will continue to run. If it continues like this, Im afraid he will go to jail. In the future, Liang Qisong may not even be able to continue studying..."

Fang Qingzhi listened to him quietly and asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

The man said, "Yes, there is... but Im afraid it will embarrass you."

Fang Qingzhi said, "Its not difficult, you say it."

The other party was relieved: "Its like this, we thought about it, Boss Huang was angry because Chen was sick, why dont we prepare some things as gifts, go to Mr. Chen to apologize, and make amends, maybe things will turn around."

Fang Qingzhi smiled.

She was originally beautiful, and she rarely smiled at people. Now she smiled, her appearance was very beautiful, and the other party was stunned.

Fang Qingzhi said: "According to you, is this apology gift something you prepared, or me?"

He: "Ah, this..."

"Although Im not smart enough, Im not stupid to this extent," Fang Qingzhi restrained her smile, took the letter from his hand, and kept a cold face, like a plum blossom in the snow that cannot be bullied, coldly, "I thought you were a good person before, but I thought I was wrong."

"Get out."