On a small hillside beside Clearwater Bay Road stood several villas built in the 1960s.
Each had four floors, one side facing the hills, the other facing the sea.
This place was remote; few people knew that Shao Yifu lived here.
He lived here until his death, and afterwards it fell into disuse.
His ancestral home was Ningbo, but he was born in Shanghai.
There were eight siblings; he ranked sixth, so people called him Sixth Uncle.
His eldest and second brothers both made films, but they had cheated him, the relationships were bad; only with his third brother Shao Renmei did he get along, and together they established the Shaw Brothers company.
He was seventy-eight that year, and he lived a long life—he died at 107.
That morning.
Chen Qi came to pay a visit.
He first met Fang Yihua.
At home Fang Yihua did not look like a company boss; she looked every bit the virtuous wife and good mother, smiling, “Come in quickly, we’ve been waiting for you.”
“This house is really nice—does it have ten thousand square feet?”