"Old Chen, let's go home." Feng Yu boarded the car and said to the driver.
Fu Guangzheng and the rest left without even saying goodbye. As for the bartender, he was already dumbfounded. He had wanted to fawn over the two young masters of the Fu Family and get more tips today. Now that he looked at it, it seemed that his flattery had fallen flat on his face.
Fu Guangzheng's reputation was still good, but Fu Guangwei will surely bring his men to smash this bar. Will the owner of this bar let him off? Also, the owner of this bar was from a gang, and the bartender only wanted to avoid getting beaten up by his boss.
Fu Guangzheng had helped Feng Yu to buy this apartment in Hong Kong. It was a large apartment with one bedroom. It was one of the most common apartments in Hong Kong. Including CCTV, the usable area was not more than 50 square meters.
It was not that Feng Yu did not want to buy a better apartment. It was because the apartments near Hong Kong University were too expensive. Feng Yu was living alone, and it was fine as long as it was big enough. Feng Yu did not even consider Fu Guangzheng's recommendation of a hillside villa. Private roads and security were all bullsh * t.
If Hong Kong's security was good, Superman Li's son would not have been kidnapped! This kind of residential area near the Police Station was the safest. Anyway, Feng Yu does not want to stay with Fu Guangwei. That guy's private life was messy.
The next day, when Feng Yu woke up, he realized a serious problem … … He knew what class was today, but he did not know where the class was!
Although he did not want to be a hardworking student, he could not skip classes all the time. It would not be good for Peking University's reputation. Furthermore, Feng Yu wanted to know how capable this Hong Kong University's professor was.
If the professor was capable, then there would be a few outstanding students among the students. He might even be able to find a few talents that he was satisfied with.
From Feng Yu's point of view, his business included labor-intensive and capital-intensive automobile manufacturing. Workers and money were not the most important. What was most important were the management, design, research, sales, and other specialized talents. Feng Yu did not feel that it was that important even if it was a LV 8 worker.
If anyone could design a car with a particularly attractive appearance, then Feng Yu would certainly not be stingy with the reward. If he could develop some advanced technology, Feng Yu could even give him some shares.
Wasn't there a saying, "What is the most expensive thing in the 21st century?" Talent!
…
"Hey, can you tell me how to get to the Business School office?" Feng Yu asked a student.
The person whom Feng Yu had stopped and looked at Feng Yu from head to toe. "Are you from the mainland?"
"Yes, I came here to learn."
"I don't know!"
Feng Yu was baffled as he watched the man leave with his chin held high. I didn't provoke you, did I? I'm just asking about a place, and we're all classmates. Is there a need to treat me like this?
Also, what's wrong with being from the mainland? Is this discrimination?
Feng Yu knew this situation only changed after the year 2000. After Hong Kong's return to China, many mainlanders came to Hong Kong to work. Their salaries were lower, but their efficiency was higher. Hong Kong's bosses set up factories in China, especially Guancheng, which was known as a world-class factory city.
This caused the unemployment rate in Hong Kong to increase, and it affected the lives of many Hong Kongers. But they did not reflect on themselves. Instead, they blamed the mainlanders for snatching their jobs.
If you are capable, why can't you get high salaries?
It was impossible for any big city to remain stagnant. Even the most prosperous city in the world, New York, had a large number of foreigners.
Without the support of China, how can a small place like Hong Kong become so prosperous? After that, Hong Kong faced an economic crisis, and if it wasn't for China's support, Hong Kong would be finished. At this time, those Hong Kongers started to face reality and continue to work hard.
Most of the capable people had gone to China to work, and they realized that China was not what they had expected. There were more opportunities in China than Hong Kong.
Feng Yu shook his head and continued to search blindly. If he could not find anything, he would call Fu Guangwei.
After a few attempts, the other party refused to talk to Feng Yu when they heard his accent. Feng Yu had no choice but to ask for directions in English.
… …
"Dr. Smith, I am Feng Yu, an exchange student from China's Peking University. I don't know where my classes are." Feng Yu replied embarrassedly. Damn! Fu Guangzheng was too unreliable. It was his fault for not looking at the timetable yesterday. There was only the time and subjects, and there was nothing about the classes!
"You are Feng Yu? You should be in class at this time. This is the detailed timetable for your specialization. "Dr. Smith replied.
"I came to report yesterday, but no one gave me the detailed timetable." Feng Yu explained.
"Go to class first. We will talk about this later." Dr. Smith was an external lecturer at the Business School. He had a Ph.D. in Economics from Oxford, England. He was from Hong Kong, but he likes people to call him by his English name. The name tag on his desk was also written in English.
He did not like Feng Yu. Feng Yu had come from China to study at Hong Kong University. It was such a good opportunity, but he did not know how to grasp it.
What would happen to Hong Kong after it returned to China? Look at these mainlanders. There was no detailed timetable, and why didn't they ask for it yesterday? Luckily, there was one country, two systems. If not, Hong Kong would be finished!
Feng Yu felt that this teacher from the Business School does not have a good impression of him and left. If Dr. Smith had not told Feng Yu to "go to class first," which made Feng Yu feel that he was a responsible lecturer, he would have asked him what was the meaning of his look of disdain.
When Feng Yu reached the classroom, the first period had ended, and Feng Yu went straight to the second period. Feng Yu saw an empty seat at the back and sat down.
"Hello, my name is Feng Yu. May I know where the teacher is?" Feng Yu asked the student beside him.
"Are you from China?"
Feng Yu frowned: "Yes. What's wrong?"
"Exchange student?"
"Exchange student."
"Oh." That student said and packed his stuff and moved to the seat beside him.
What the f * ck, this is too f * cking infuriating, right? So what if I am from China? Did I offend you? You still want to discriminate against me?
Feng Yu's temper flared up. He took his textbook and moved to that student's side.
"Stay away from me."
"What if I say no?" Feng Yu raised his brows. What? You still want to fight? I am 1.8 meters, and you are not even 1.7 meters. You are as skinny as a chicken. Do you think I will be afraid of you?
"You mainlanders are so uneducated! You are just like the guy I met two days ago. Unsophisticated! "That student said and flipped his hair.
Damn! What's wrong with short hair? What's wrong with a buzz cut? Unsophisticated? Is it fashionable to have long hair like yours? Where did this f * cking logic come from? Short hair makes me feel cool!
"Who are you calling uncivilized?" Feng Yu shouted angrily.
"I am talking to you!"
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