Cheung Building, one of the famous landmarks in Xiangjiang.
On the left is HSBC's Dragon Locking Treasure Bowl, on the right is Bank of China's Tri-Spike Double-Edged Sword. Cheung Shing stands like a square shield in the middle, completely made of bulletproof glass, reflecting all the glint and flash of swords back like a mirror.
As three o'clock approached, the entrance of Cheung Building was crowded with people, all dressed in suits, looking like elites, attracting the attention of passing tourists.
"Little Superman, why would he come to Cheung Shing? Didn't the media say he had a falling out with his father?"
"Can you really believe what the media says? There's no overnight grudge between father and son, especially when the son is so capable."
"This father and son don't look reconciled, still putting on grim faces, they seem to be waiting for someone."
"Wow, Li Zheju is here too, the whole family is waiting for someone? Who's important enough for that?"
