20demayo Chapter 169 Grandpa Kong
Chapter 169 Grandpa Kong
Chapter 169 Grandpa Kong
Gong Liu answered the phone: "Grandpa, why did you have time to call me?"
A slightly hoarse but steady, powerful and full-of-energy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Stinky boy, if I don't call you, you will never take the initiative to call me."
"How...how could that be? I was planning to go to your house for dinner tonight."
Even though his grandfather was not standing in front of him, Kong Liu could still feel an invisible pressure just from his words.
"Oh, you finally remembered grandpa?"
"I have been thinking about you all the time, day and night."
"Stop talking nonsense. You're studying in Zhonghai, but you never come to hang out with an old man like me during your holidays."
"Isn't this... a heavy workload?"
"Just lie to me. I don't believe you're busy all semester."
"Grandpa, I..."
"Okay, I don't want to hear you lie to me. I'll wait for you at the manor at 8pm."
"Okay, Grandpa, you go ahead."
As soon as Kong Liu finished speaking, his grandfather hung up the phone.
Gong Yoo looked at himself in the mirror. The clothes that Xiao Qi matched for him were indeed very good, but he always felt that something was missing...
Armani's white lining, gray cardigan and trousers in the same color, paired with Zegna's dark coat, make the outfit look quite calm, but there is a feeling that it is not subtle enough.
This outfit can go anywhere, but it’s not suitable for meeting grandpa.
Gong Yoo looked at himself in the mirror and remembered what his grandfather once told him:
"When people are poor, they just need to wear clothes to keep warm. When they are rich, they want to show off. Wear clothes according to the people you are meeting. You must always remember that clothes are props to set off your temperament and modify your body shape. They are also a symbol of identity. If clothes cannot achieve these goals, then the clothes are wearing you, not you wearing the clothes..."
Thinking of this, Gong Liu pressed the call bell on the bedside again: "Xiao Qi, come up again."
Half a minute later, the short-haired maid named Xiao Qi walked into the room again: "Master, what's wrong?"
Gong Liu said to Xiao Qi, "Go to the cloakroom and get my custom-made suit from the Papal States, and the pointed handmade leather shoes, the dark-colored ones."
"Okay, young master." Xiao Qi nodded and asked, "What about the accessories?"
"Try to choose low-key colors for the tie and pocket square. My grandfather likes the old-school style. The brooch should match the sapphire I bought at the Hong Kong Island auction house last time."
"Okay, Master."
Xiao Qi responded and walked into the cloakroom, and soon took out what Gong Liu wanted.
Hand-cut suits are tailor-made, and the sizes of haute couture suits are so precise that every time the wearer bends his arm, the high-end watch on his wrist can be revealed without any trace.
The watch is also from Patek Philippe, but it is not a fancy starry sky watch. Instead, it is a calm and atmospheric dark brown tourbillon watch with the same minute repeater and perpetual calendar as the starry sky watch.
The leather shoes were also custom-made by hand, dark brown, the same color as the watch, and they were polished to a shine without a speck of dust.
Pair it with a simple pigeon egg-sized sapphire brooch.
Finally, everything is packed for tonight's dinner.
Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, Gong Liu nodded with satisfaction.
At this moment, Gong Yoo exudes the smell of money all over his body.
The silk scarf pinned to his breast pocket alone would cost more than three figures.
Not to mention this suit from Naples. The fabric of this suit is a rare fabric bought from an auction house. The price of the fabric alone can buy a Cayenne.
The watch is Patek Philippe, so there is no need to introduce it in detail.
The sapphire brooch was auctioned at Christie's in Hong Kong Island. It is said to have been a treasured possession of a certain king of the British Empire. Kong Yoo is not sure of the exact price, but no matter how expensive it is, it would not be more than 10 million.
The history of the white devils is pitifully short, and their valuable antiques are all tacky items such as gold, silver, and jewelry.
If they had something worth cherishing, British museums would not be filled with artifacts "borrowed" from other countries.
After changing his clothes, Gong Yoo had his hair done.
The hairstylist suggested to slick back his hair, but Gong Yoo refused. He thought it looked too old-fashioned and not suitable for him, and he was not qualified to have his hair slicked back in front of his grandfather.
Finally, Gong Yoo had his hair parted in a slightly curly 3:7 style, with slightly scattered hair on his forehead, which made him look mature and steady while still retaining a little bit of youthfulness.
Perfume is also indispensable. Bulgari's White Tea is Gong Yoo's favorite perfume. Its fragrance is gentle, light, and elegant enough without being sophisticated. It is very unique, but not at all aggressive.
By doing everything well, Gong Yoo can be said to truly exude the luxurious and elegant temperament of an old-school aristocratic son. This kind of temperament is not comparable to that of ordinary wealthy people.
Zhonghai, a city of decadence and extravagance, creates new wealthy people every day. In this city where rich people are as numerous as the hairs on cattle, there are only a handful of people who can be truly considered aristocrats.
The Kong family is one of the few terrifying families that stands above this group of so-called wealthy people.
I glanced at my watch and it was almost seven o'clock. It was time to set off for my grandfather's estate.
It was still the low-key Maybach. Gong Yoo leaned on the soft, fully wrapped leather seat, closed his eyes, and listened to Beyond's "Lover" played by Berlin.
Is it fate, love, innocence or accident?
There are tears, sins, sacrifices and patience
It's a person, it's a wall, it's a cold winter hidden in the eyes
There are days and nights, and fantasies that cannot wait...】
Accompanied by the singing, the car slowly drove away from the river view villa.
Forty minutes later, Kong Liu arrived at the outskirts of Zhonghai, where there was a seemingly inconspicuous manor.
At the main entrance of the manor are the words "Kong Mansion", and the vigorous and powerful brush calligraphy is from the handwriting of Mr. Kong.
The car drove into the manor and it took about ten minutes to reach the door of an ancient Chinese-style house on the mountainside.
Gong Yoo got out of the car and was greeted by two people at the door.
He raised his hand slightly, and the doorman immediately shut his mouth, walked behind Kong Liu, and followed him into the house.
"Has my grandpa come back yet?"
"The old man is changing his clothes. He asked you to come. Please go to the restaurant and wait."
"Oh."
Gong Yoo responded calmly and walked towards the restaurant.
At this moment, all the lights in the restaurant were on, even the crystal lotus lamp on the ceiling was turned on. This brightly lit scene usually only appeared when entertaining VIPs.
Gong Yoo turned around and asked the person next to him, "Are there any guests today?"
"No, there are only you and the old man at the dinner today."
"Grandpa is really..." Gong Liu smiled and shook his head, "Two people have a meal, and they make it so fancy."
"Boom...boom..."
Just as he was thinking about it, Kong Liu heard footsteps and the sound of a cane hitting the floor.
An invisible sense of oppression instantly filled the entire room.
Old Master Kong is here!
(End of this chapter)