money player

Chen Haiming knows all the good businesses surrounding the casino. He originally thought that the Welfare Hotel would run the loan sharking and prostitution businesses on its own, but now it seems that these two areas are independent.

"Mr. Xian, I wonder how big a meaning this is?"

"The hotel collects 30% of the profits as rent, which is entered into the public account. Another 10% is given to other shareholders, which is private and not entered into the public account."

"Every shareholder who enters the public account has a share?"

Xian Yaowen nodded, "After deducting expenses, the profits will be distributed according to the shareholding ratio."

Chen Haiming asked about the attached rights of the shares, bowed to Xian Yaowen again, and said goodbye.

A little after four o'clock, Qi Longque called again and informed the news - the Man-Eating Tiger Special Forces had sneaked into Singapore this time to assassinate Governor Johnson in order to create explosive news and let the world know that they had been fighting.

To put it bluntly, its nature is similar to advertising during prime time - the BGM starts playing, "When the sun rises", and the magnetic narration starts, "The Malayan Communist Party has been fighting", and then it pauses for one second, "Join the hotline: 800-820-8820".

This news is mixed. The good side is that there is no evidence against him. The bad side is that he no longer has to bear grudge against the Malayan Communist Party. The Malayan Communist Party will naturally bear grudge against him. I wonder if he is qualified to be the "public enemy of the Malay people" in the eyes of some people.

It’s better not to be qualified, otherwise he will be in trouble.

Lighting a cigar, Xian Yaowen fell into thought.

A well-armed elite team is certainly valuable, but it is insignificant to the revolutionary cause. The "misunderstanding" between him and the Malayan Communist Party is not difficult to resolve, but is it necessary to resolve it? If necessary, should it be resolved in time, or wait until the misunderstanding deepens?

How can we gain benefits from killing the Malayan Communists?

How broad-minded are the Malayan Communist Party leaders? To what extent are they willing to let him kill and still let bygones be bygones?

What benefits can be gained by making friends with the Malayan Communist Party?
There were so many things to do that Xian Yaowen's thoughts continued intermittently until the next day.

Jiu Long Tang.

Zhao Shiying took off his headphones and said to Qi Weiwen, "When the sparrow calls, the clouds will clear and the sun will rise. You can rest assured."

Qi Weiwen threw away the cigarette in his hand and muttered, "It's a pity that I need to start my smoking cessation project from scratch."

Zhao Shiying lit a cigarette with a lighter and deliberately made a loud noise when he exhaled the smoke. "Cigarettes are good things, why should I quit?"

For intelligence personnel, the stress-relieving effect of cigarettes far outweighs the harm they cause to the body. After all, no one can say whether they can live to see the onset of a smoking-related disease.

Intelligence personnel quitting smoking is like a soldier charging under a machine gun bunker, paying attention to his military appearance and military posture. He is not allowed to bend over or crawl, but must hold his head high and march in step.

Qi Weiwen smiled faintly, "Prepare for pregnancy."

Zhao Shiying gestured to the cigarette in his hand, "Should I put it out?"

"You smoke yours, I'm going to go out for a while."

Qi Weiwen drove to the downstairs of Building No. 1 in Sham Shui Po and waited for a while. Wang Xiamin got into the car. Qi Weiwen stepped on the accelerator and the car drove out.

When the car reached Tokyo Street, Qi Weiwen asked, "Do you have any plans to perform in Singapore recently?"

"Sir, there are no arrangements."

"I need you to go once and bring two people over for me."

"It's not Mr.'s arrangement?"

"No, he almost got into trouble the day before yesterday, so we need to make some arrangements to ensure his absolute safety. Singapore is a place he often goes to, and I plan to arrange a team there. Only you and I know about it."

"Why don't you let the gentleman know?"

"He is too calculating. If he knew, he would use it to the limit. There would be no point in making any arrangements. Only a surprise attack can bring surprising results."

Wang Xiamin hesitated for a moment and said, "How much funding do you need?"

Qi Weiwen expressed her appreciation for Wang Xiamin's intelligence and said with a faint smile, "Give me 2 first."

"I can only give you 5 at most, otherwise I can't settle the account."

Qi Weiwen laughed, "Amin, you are a rich woman, you can afford 5 to make up the debt."

"Sir, treat me well."

"Haha, I'll take you back."

Qi Weiwen made a circle and sent Wang Xiamin back to the downstairs of Building No. 1.

When Wang Xiamin pushed the car door, Qi Weiwen, who had been watching the rearview mirror, said, "Yuzhen and Cai Jinman are coming over."

"Ah."

As soon as Wang Xiamin got out of the car, Qi Weiwen immediately stepped on the accelerator. Wang Xiamin stood there, watching the car leave with a worried look on her face. She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do things without telling her husband.

"Sister Min."

Xian Yuzhen's cry rang out...

After helping Xian Yuzhen and Cai Jinman arrange to send a telegram to Su Lizhen, Wang Xiamin returned to her room, took out 20,000 Hong Kong dollars from the safe, took it upstairs to Xian Yaowen's study, took out 20,000 Hong Kong dollars from the safe, and put her own 20,000 Hong Kong dollars in, completing the necessary formalities.

Wang Xiamin took a brown paper bag from the drawer, put the money in it and put it aside. Then she chose a book from the bookshelf and sat in the big chair to read quietly.

Sago Lane, charity cemetery.

Xian Yaowen held his breath as he stood beside a coffin placed on a bench. In the coffin lay the body of She Agui. The woods were damp and hot, and the body had been buried in the soil. In just a few days, the body had become swollen and corpse fluid had seeped out. The bottom of the coffin had been sealed with wax to prevent it from dripping out.

He gently pried open She Agui's mouth, put a Yuan Datou coin in, and then carefully closed it.

"Go well."

After a moment of silence, Xian Yaowen came to another coffin and did the same thing, placing a jade cicada into Lan E'niang's mouth.

"Go in peace, I will take care of your family."

After the moment of silence, Xian Yaowen stepped back, and the people from the charity cemetery went up to "seal the acupoints" immediately.

After the ceremony, Xian Yaowen left the coffin room and waited for a moment, then Li Yueru followed him.

Xian Yaowen leaned close to Li Yueru's ear and whispered, "Go find the person in charge later and tell him that the Welfare Hotel will sponsor a coffin and a banquet for the elderly here for a long time. They have worked hard all their lives, and they can't leave quietly. There must be someone to make it lively."

"Let's forget about the coffin. There are a number of banquets, but there is no number of coffins."

"I've already fallen to the grave waiting to die, what higher demands can I have? A thin coffin will be enough. Oh, by the way, I can save some money for the banquet and have a pair of filial sons and grandsons.

When you have time, come to Sago Lane more often, do good deeds, and get published in newspapers. Go build relationships with newspapers, build solid relationships, and smooth over troublemakers beforehand, so that they don’t jump out and write nonsense.”

Li Yueru hesitated for a while and said, "Some people in Hong Kong and Guangzhou know my name. It's not good to put it in the newspaper. I plan to change my name."

"Have you thought of a name?"

"Chao Qiong."

"Li Chaoqiong?" Xian Yaowen chewed for a moment and said, "Did you choose this name because you know the story of Li Gong Dike in Jinji Lake?"

"Just happened to know."

"Li Chaoqiong is a good name. In the future, you can pay to build a Li Po Bridge. If I live long enough, I will build a Li Po Temple for you, and raise you to the throne for the people to worship. I will also write a book about you and let people pass on the story of Li Po's compassion for the people."

Li Yueru rolled her eyes at Xian Yaowen and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Xian Yaowen did not respond. He pulled Li Yueru out of the charity cemetery and stood in a blind corner.

"Have you contacted the Lan family?"

"I got in touch with her. Her mother is in Singapore and she has a younger brother in Johor. I didn't dare tell her mother, so I asked someone to pass a message to her younger brother."

"What about the other brothers and sisters?"

"She is so far away from home that it's too late for her to come even if she is notified. Let's wait for her brother to make a decision."

"That's right." Xian Yaowen nodded. "The weather is so hot, we need to hurry up and bury the body. We can't wait."

"Any news about Mr. She's family?"

"It should be soon."

"How old is Mr. She's eldest child?" Li Yueru took a cigarette out of the cigarette box.

"It seems to be sixteen..." Xian Yaowen took out a lighter and lit the cigarette for Li Yueru. "It was sixteen last year, so it should be seventeen this year."

"Seventeen." Li Yueru took a puff of cigarette, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's not enough, right?"

"I haven't seen him, so I can't say for sure." Xian Yaowen nodded, "Chen Haiming from 108 came to me yesterday. He wanted to take over Mr. She's shares."

Li Yueru was stunned when she heard this, "One hundred and eight?"

"Ah."

"You agreed?"

"If my guess is correct, the person behind Chen Haiming is John Kane, Assistant Superintendent of Police. He is half-Tang and half-English like me. He grew up in Singapore. His roots should be in Singapore."

"So, he will rise step by step?"

"should."

"Chen Haiming?" Li Yueru asked.

"Sure." Xian Yaowen nodded, "Sister Yueru, no, Sister Chaoqiong, there is a position in Western companies called public relations, and the responsibility is to enhance the company's own image and reputation through various means, including establishing good relationships with newspapers, the government, the public and other parties.

Many of the things you have to do fall within the scope of public relations duties. When the hotel opens, your external title will be Vice Chairman and Executive President of the Welfare Hotel. You will be fully responsible for all hotel affairs, and all employees will be your subordinates. "

Li Yueru chuckled and said, "Is the executive president the same as President Jiang's president?"

"It's different." Xian Yaowen waved his hand. "That president is just an empty title, and his subordinates are a bunch of people who only follow orders but not instructions. You, the executive president, only have a mother-in-law above you, the board of directors.

The board of directors will not care how you manage the hotel. They will only ask you for profits. As long as you can hand over a reasonable profit every year, the board of directors will not say anything about how you employ people or do things.

You can think of the board as a parasite that you can feed and ignore.”

Li Yueru sneered: "Aren't there only three shareholders on the board of directors?"

"There are three now, but that may not be the case in the future. As the hotel continues to grow, we will definitely have to take in other shareholders. The board of directors will definitely become larger, and the position of CEO will become more and more difficult to hold."

Li Yueru nodded slightly to show that she understood.

"Speaking of public relations, gamblers are customers and we need to maintain good relationships with them. The person who does this is the public relations person, or more precisely, the female public relations person. Female public relations people not only need to maintain old customers, but also develop new customers. They are the frontline salespeople of the hotel."

Xian Yaowen took a puff of his cigar and continued slowly, "Their professional qualities are very high. I call them human hunters. Each of them must be carefully selected from the masses."

Xian Yaowen lifted up Li Yueru's hair, "From the curvature and length of the hair to the frequency of the voice, that is, the pitch of the voice, soft or thick, sweet or intellectual, every detail must be the most attractive standard for men.

Female public relations need to go through layers of screening. The delicateness of their skin must be equivalent to the touch of a baby's skin. The ratio of leg length to height must be strictly controlled at around 0.618. This is the best division method in aesthetics. Some people call it the sacred proportion, and some people call it the sacred division. I call it the concubine selection method. "

[The golden ratio was not proposed until 1953]
Li Yueru smiled.

"The chest, waist and hip measurements must be formed into a perfect hourglass of 34 inches, 24 inches and 36 inches." Xian Yaowen glanced at Li Yueru's chest and said, "Sister Chaoqiong, blow hard on your chest a few more times and it will be the standard I mentioned."

Li Yueru glanced at Xian Yaowen.

Xian Yaowen laughed and continued, "Voice selection is also very important. The sound wave frequency needs to be stable at 220 Hz to 225 Hz. Women's voices in this range can best stimulate men's desire for care.

After screening, female PR candidates cannot start work right away. They need to undergo training for up to half a year. They need to adjust their facial expressions in front of the mirror, the size of their eyes, the size of their pupils, the arc of their mouth corners, the frequency of their eyelashes fluttering when they speak, etc. Everything needs to be adjusted through training to present the most perfect appearance. "

Li Yueru asked curiously: "What is the most perfect state?"

Xian Yaowen waved his hand and said, "Don't ask in a hurry. You will understand after listening to the following."

Li Yueru kept silent and listened attentively. (End of this chapter)