After Ji Jiasheng and Chao Yang parted ways, Ji Jiasheng called the rich second generation, Li Mingyuan, asking him to pick up Shi Hongwen, and then took the MTR to Lan Kwai Fong.
"Hey, Cheng Zai, I heard you got jumped when I wasn't around to cover you!" A young man, about one meter seventy-eight tall, wearing sunglasses and trendy clothes, walked over, accompanied by a slightly shorter, refined young man with black-rimmed glasses.
The three of them were all about the same height, and standing together, if one didn't look closely, it was hard to tell who was taller or shorter. However, their characteristics were very distinct: the rich second generation pursued trends and loved to design his own clothes, and most importantly, this guy had never studied fashion design, so one could imagine what kind of clothes he would modify.
He Zhengcheng leaned towards the athletic and sunny type, with a robust physique, the complete opposite of the former otaku, Duan Chao.
Shi Hongwen was also a non-mainstream computer genius in Hong Kong, and his hacking skills were quite impressive there. Staring at the computer for long periods naturally led to thick glasses.
"I paid protection money, but you didn't protect me, so how are you going to compensate me!" He Zhengcheng said, feigning seriousness.
"What do you want to do? My treat tonight!" Li Mingyuan said.
"If it's your treat, then let's go somewhere else!" Shi Hongwen looked refined, but in fact, his personality was also quite wild.
"Do you want me to find two more girls to accompany you?" Li Mingyuan asked.
"That would be great!" Shi Hongwen replied.
"That's really possible. Shi Hongwen will be leaving Hong Kong in a few days. Without our help, he'll probably only be able to find his five fingers in Silicon Valley. While we have time tonight, let's let him have his fill in advance!" He Zhengcheng egged him on from the side.
"Five fingers?" Li Mingyuan asked.
He Zhengcheng extended his left hand, palm open.
"Oh! Wen Zai is really pitiful…" Li Mingyuan looked at Shi Hongwen with pity.
"Get lost! Pitiful my ass! I won't fall to that level!" Shi Hongwen was enraged, instantly understanding He Zhengcheng's meaning.
The group chatted and bickered, first strolling outside. Young people, after all, talked about endless romance, past and future, life and ideals—all standard fare.
Of the three, one was going abroad for further studies, and another, a rich second generation, chose to work, perhaps to experience life. Their family seemed to own a lot of commercial real estate, living off rental income.
"How are things with your family? When are you planning to start working?" Li Mingyuan asked. Finding a job wouldn't be a problem; he could help.
"I don't know, but for now, I don't have any thoughts of working," He Zhengcheng said. With twenty years of future memories, if you asked him to work, even the readers would probably jump out and beat him half to death.
"Are you thinking of continuing your studies now?" Shi Hongwen asked.
"Or perhaps your head was hit and hasn't recovered yet?" Li Mingyuan wondered.
"Perhaps my head was hit. I've been thinking a lot these past few days. What differences will there be in the future for us young people in Hong Kong now, ten, or twenty years from now? Do you think Hong Kong's social stratification has become rigid?" He Zhengcheng didn't know which wire was crossed to ask this.
"Why are you suddenly thinking about these things?" Li Mingyuan asked.
"You finally realized that Hong Kong has returned, and your future has become more complicated!" Shi Hongwen remarked.
"Yes, what impact will the Great Summer have on Hong Kong? What is Hong Kong's future, and how will our future be affected? Should we leave here or stay? Should we embrace the mainland or maintain our reserve…" He Zhengcheng said in a low voice.
"You're almost a philosopher. Why think so much?" Li Mingyuan said carelessly. As a rich second generation, he had no worries about food and clothing, but his own development was also limited by his family, so he didn't have grand ideals.
For example, ordinary people are like those with bare feet, while rich second generations are like those wearing shoes. Entrepreneurship means walking ahead, pioneering an unknown path. It's possible to get shoes and feet dirty, or even damaged.
"Because I want to start a business!" He Zhengcheng declared.
"Start a business?" Shi Hongwen was completely confused.
"Why do you suddenly want to start a business?" Li Mingyuan also didn't understand. At least in his opinion, he should be the first one to start a business!
"My head must have been kicked by a donkey!" He Zhengcheng said. He had lived for 21 years, and entrepreneurship was not a frequently appearing word in his life.
Unfortunately, there was also Duan Chao. Although he was an otaku, even an otaku had friends. When he went out for coffee, there were always people discussing tens of millions or hundreds of millions in financing, or entrepreneurial projects with market values of hundreds of billions, or planning future ventures. For a while, it annoyed him endlessly.
In his shallow impression, the future Great Summer was a society of mass entrepreneurship.
Regardless of whether they had money in their pockets or genuinely wanted to start a business, everyone would talk a bit about entrepreneurship.
Thinking about it in reverse, since so many people were talking about entrepreneurship, it meant that there would still be many opportunities in the Great Summer twenty years from now. As for Hong Kong, even twenty years ago, there seemed to be few opportunities.
"Entrepreneurship, what direction do you want to pursue?" Li Mingyuan asked.
"I haven't decided yet, maybe a chain of budget hotels, or something else!" He Zhengcheng didn't consider financial market speculation as his career, because money earned through speculation was just money. Only through enterprises could one influence the world and society! Only then could he help Hong Kong… "Entrepreneurship, don't you lack money?" Shi Hongwen asked.
"The money issue isn't my biggest obstacle!" He Zhengcheng said.
"So what difficulties are you facing now?" Li Mingyuan asked.
"There are too many opportunities in front of me; I can make a lot of money doing anything. I don't know which one to choose!" He Zhengcheng said seriously.
"..." Shi Hongwen and Li Mingyuan were speechless. They exchanged glances and, with great tacit agreement, pounced on He Zhengcheng, punching and kicking him.
"Beat this pretentious jerk to death! I'll teach you to be pretentious…"
"Stop hitting! Damn it, you're really serious…" He Zhengcheng pleaded as he ran.
A few minutes later, everyone finally stopped.
"After all these years, I only just realized today how shameless He Zhengcheng really is!"
"Me too…" Shi Hongwen said breathlessly.
"..."
"Can we talk properly?" He Zhengcheng didn't feel he was being pretentious. Wasn't this an obvious thing?
With twenty years of foresight, as long as he successfully earned his first pot of gold, what difficulties could he have in life or entrepreneurship?
As for whether the business could grow large after starting, that was another question to discuss.
He thought that as long as he wasn't too greedy and didn't alienate his friends, he would always succeed once or twice.
"How do you want us to talk properly?" Li Mingyuan clenched his fist.
"Yes, you think about it properly!" Shi Hongwen also learned to clench his fist.
"Sigh! No one believes me when I tell the truth!" He Zhengcheng looked up at the sky, not wanting to continue dwelling on this topic with them.
"Damn it, still being pretentious!" Li Mingyuan exclaimed.
"Beep… beep…" He Zhengcheng's phone rang.
"Hello?" He Zhengcheng answered.
"Hello, is this Ji Jiasheng's phone?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes, but he lent it to me for a few days. Do you have something urgent for him? If it's not urgent, I'll have him call you tomorrow," He Zhengcheng said. He looked at the name displayed on the phone, which seemed familiar. Could it be that woman?
"Thank you, but no need. I can reach him!" the lady on the other end of the phone said.
"Alright then, I apologize for the trouble!" He Zhengcheng replied.
"It's fine, goodbye!" The lady hung up the phone.
Although mobile phones were not yet widely popular for everyone in this era, they were not a rarity either. It seemed he needed to get one for himself.
"A friend insisted I take this phone to make it easier to contact me these few days," He Zhengcheng explained to the two.
"It's about time, let's go!" Li Mingyuan clearly didn't care.
"Okay, let's go!" Shi Hongwen's family wasn't short on money either.