money player

The matter was reported to Wang Xiamin, some resources were mobilized, and Wang Xiamin soon gathered some information.

The Fuxing Bank, formerly the Liling Farmers' Bank, was founded by a group of Liling-born Kuomintang officers headed by Liu Jianxu. It once enjoyed a period of great success in the mainland, but its branch in Hong Kong was small, with only two houses and a portico. Its business scope was limited to black market foreign exchange transactions in the mainland and the absorption of a small number of deposits. The only valuable thing was its banking license.

Just at the end of last year, Liu Jianxu sold the license of the Hong Kong branch to Yuan Dequan, Xiong Shihui's fellow Jiangxi native and the owner of Xinsheng Company, for 16 Hong Kong dollars. Some time ago, Liu Jianxu and his family immigrated to Brazil.

After Yuan Dequan obtained the license of Fuxing Bank, he solicited deposits from all over the place with high interest rates. He approached Pan Yukun and persuaded him to withdraw his family's assets of 12 US dollars that were deposited in other banks and deposit them in Fuxing Bank at an annual interest rate of 20%.

Then, following Pan Yukun's line, Yuan Dequan started public relations one by one with former senior generals of the National Government who were living in Hong Kong. A large number of them could not resist the temptation of high interest rates and deposited their money in the Fuxing Bank.

Wang Xiamin was certain that the amount Liu Wanqing knew was wrong. Adding up the incomplete data she currently had, the US dollar deposits alone had exceeded 100 million, and the Hong Kong dollars exceeded 300 million. The Bank of China currently had deposits equivalent to at least 900 million Hong Kong dollars.

After learning the summarized information, Wang Xiamin felt that the interest rate of 12% was a bit unreasonable, but she did not dare to arbitrarily conclude that there must be something wrong with Fuxing Bank. She called Qi Weiwen and the two agreed to meet at the beach.

At ten o'clock, the two met at the beach, and Wang Xiamin told Qi Weiwen what happened.

After hearing this, Qi Weiwen immediately said, "My intuition tells me that there is something wrong with Yuan Dequan. What do you think?"

"I can't contact you now. My idea is to keep Yuan Dequan under surveillance first, and then let you make the decision after I contact you."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

After the words fell, the two of them left on their own.

In the bedroom of Building No. 2, Zhong Jie Ling was lying on her side on the bed, and Xian Yaowu was sitting on a low stool, giving her a massage.

As Zhong Jie Ling's belly grew bigger, her uterus pressed on the pelvic cavity, and the coccyx was under great pressure, causing coccyx pain. Xian Yaowu relieved Zhong Jie Ling's pain through massage.

"Hiss, be gentle." Zhong Jie Ling frowned and shouted.

Xian Yaowu reduced his strength and continued pressing, "Is this okay?"

"That's perfect." Zhong Jie Ling relaxed her eyebrows and said, "Have you thought about it? Do you really want to do it?"

"what?"

"Kowloon Walled City."

"Think about it and do it."

"Don't you want to ask for Big Brother's opinion?"

"Big brother won't interfere in our family's business."

Zhong Jie Ling waved her hand to block Xian Yaowu's hand, then turned over and faced Xian Yaowu, "Have you forgotten what my elder brother said, 'A family that cuts ice does not raise cattle and sheep'? I support you in building a building in Kowloon Walled City, but forget about the fish balls and roast meat business, your family doesn't need this little money."

Xian Yaowu took out a cigarette box from his pocket, and just as he tapped the box with his fingers, he reacted and stuffed the box back into his pocket, saying, "Fish balls are not a small business."

"As long as there is a monopoly, there will be no small businesses. Anyone can make fish balls. With a few hundred dollars, you can open a fish ball factory. This is an opportunity for poor people to change their plight. If you block the road, what will they do?"

Xian Yaowu glanced at Zhong Jieling and said teasingly, "Your accent is so similar to that of Big Brother?"

"I think what Big Brother said is right." Zhong Jie Ling took a tomato from the bedside table and took a big bite. "Instead of squeezing fish balls, it's better to apply for a taxi license and open a taxi company."

"Taxi companies? Are you serious?" Xian Yaowu exclaimed, "Do you know how many taxi companies there are in Hong Kong?"

"What do you think?" Zhong Jieling glanced at Xian Yaowu, "My family is in the transportation business, how could I not know?"

"You know that and you still say you run a taxi company?"

"Hel me up."

Xian Yaowu helped Zhong Jieling up and leaned her against the back of the bed, and placed a pillow under her waist.

Zhong Jie Ling took another bite of tomato, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, then she said calmly: "The current taxi companies in Hong Kong include Phnom Penh, Central, New Taxi, Star, Shanghai, Wong Taxi, Kowloon, Tai Hing, Dai Lai, and Feng Xing.

The owner in Phnom Penh is Zeng Rong, who now owns 127 taxis.

The boss of Central is Hu Zhong, who now has… a little over a hundred taxis, I forgot how many exactly. In addition to Central, Hu Zhong also reorganized and established New Taxi and invested in Shanghai Taxi owned by She Dachang.

In 1947, Hu Zhong reorganized and established New Deshi. Chen Nanchang and Zheng Zhongjun invested in the company, and Chen Nanchang became the chairman.

Chen Nanchang developed a lot of properties in Sham Shui Po, all in the Nanchang Street area.

"The Nanchang on Nanchang Street is Chen Nanchang?"

"No, the Nanchang on Nanchang Street is Nanchang in Jiangxi." Zhong Jieling shook her head and said, "Xin Taxi has more than 63 taxis. The owner of Mingxing Taxi was Cheng Xingfang, who was from Weitou, Sai Kung. He is no longer with us. The person in charge now is his son Cheng Wei'an, who has about taxis.

Shanghai Taxi has 34 taxis. She Dachang is already old, and the person in charge now is his son She Guanghong.

The major shareholder of Huang Deshi is Rong Jingxian of the Rong family..."

"That Rong family of Manager Zhabahua?"

"That's right." Zhong Jie Ling nodded, "The Rong family is not a shareholder of Standard Chartered, but they hold the position of Manager Hua of Standard Chartered. Almost all the Rong family members work in Standard Chartered.

The major shareholder of Huang Deshi is Rong Jingxian, but he has been kicked out of the board of directors by Lin Boluan. After internal friction, Huang Deshi is not very strong now and has only a dozen taxis.

Kowloon Taxi was founded after the restoration of Hong Kong. The owner is Chung You-tak, but he is generally called Chung Mao-fung. Mao-fung is his father's Chinese name and also the family name.

Kowloon Taxi has many shareholders, including Li Mingze from the Li family, our predecessor Tam Ya Shi, and Mok Hing-song from the family of Mok Shiyang, the comprador of Swire Group.

Kowloon Taxis is of average strength. Zhong Maofeng left last year. The current chairman is Li Mingze, and it has 45 taxis.

Dahang and Dalai have the same owner, covering Hong Kong Island and Kowloon respectively. The owner is Yu Daosheng, one of the major shareholders of Kowloon Motor Bus.

"Rivals at home?"

"No, Yu Daosheng only bought shares in Kowloon Motor Bus two years ago, so he didn't catch up with the years when China Bus and Kowloon Motor Bus competed with each other." After answering Xian Yaowu, Zhong Jieling continued, "Dahang and Didi have a total of 61 taxis.

Fengxing Taxis had shareholders including Ho Tim of Hang Seng Bank, Ma Kam-chan of Tai Sang Bank, and Kwan Wo-chi of Hang Lung Bank. It was managed by Ji You-nian, a subordinate of Ho Tim. There were a total of 74 taxis in Hong Kong Island and Kowloon.

In addition to the ten taxi companies mentioned above, there is also a security taxi that has only been established for less than a year and is not worth mentioning. "

Xian Yaowu smiled bitterly and said, "Don't talk about it as not worth mentioning. Eleven is enough. Each shareholder is quite powerful. We can't gain any advantage by squeezing in."

"You only see that the competition is fierce, but don't you think about why the competition is so fierce?" Zhong Jieling glared at Xian Yaowu with a bit of disappointment.

"Then tell me which taxi company is the most profitable and how much did it make last year?"

Zhong Jie Ling didn't know how to answer this question. Taxi companies have passed the cost recovery period, so naturally most of them are profitable. However, the best companies only make a profit of three or five hundred thousand a year, which is not too exaggerated.

This small family of theirs did almost nothing, but received a dividend of 600,000 yuan before the New Year. In comparison, investing in a taxi company does not seem so attractive.

She could only vaguely say: "I earn less now, but as time goes by and the taxi business expands, I will earn more."

"The investment required to run a taxi business is huge. You need to buy cars and hire drivers. It would cost NT$200,000 to start. The fish ball business can be started with just a few hundred dollars. If you start today, you can start making money tomorrow."

"We were talking about taxis, why are you talking about fish balls again?" Zhong Jie Ling suddenly became angry, "Can you have some ambition? Do you have to compete with the poor for food?"

Seeing Zhong Jie Ling getting angry, Xian Yaowu immediately panicked and quickly stepped forward to pat Zhong Jie Ling's back to calm her down. "Don't be angry, don't be angry, take care of the baby in your belly. I will listen to you, I will listen to you."

Zhong Jie Ling looked at Xian Yaowu coldly, "Mr. Xian, I'm telling you, don't make me angry. Kowloon Walled City, Kowloon Walled City, go there whenever you have time. Don't tell me that you go there just for business."

"It's started again." Xian Yaowen felt bitter.

He didn't know if it was really because of the pregnancy that made him angry, or if Zhong Jie Ling was just taking advantage of the situation. During this period of time, Zhong Jie Ling would get mad whenever she got the chance, and he had had enough of it. If Zhong Jie Ling wasn't pregnant, he really wanted to beat her up.

He already knew Zhong Jie Ling's temper very well. He couldn't respond to her words, because once he did, she would go on and on. Only by keeping his mouth shut could the storm pass as soon as possible.

He remained silent, endured Zhong Jie Ling's chatter, and quietly calmed her down. The discussion about family investment and financial management ended in vain.

After finally coaxing Zhong Jie Ling to sleep, Xian Yaowu raised his hand and glanced at the dial. The date was March 3, the Waking of Insects Day. He tiptoed to the study, took out an envelope from the safe, and pulled out the letter inside.

This was the letter Xian Yaowen left for him, stating that once the Waking of Insects Day was over, he should follow the instructions above unless there were any other instructions.

He opened the letter and saw that it was full of words. The first line of words was larger than the others. It read "Encourage Zheng Yueying to sell goods to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. I need people to pave the way." The other small words were a brief introduction to Rio de Janeiro. Most of the content was about Favela - Rocinha halfway up the Corcovado Mountain.

At the end of the letter, there is a list of book and magazine titles, noting what content can be found in which book or magazine.

After reading the letter, he silently guessed what his elder brother was going to do in Brazil, to rob a gold mine?

After guessing several possibilities, he turned his attention to how to convince Zheng Yueying, and then he began to have a headache.

This matter seems easy. Zheng Yueying owes the eldest brother a favor. If he goes to talk about it, Zheng Yueying should give him face. But if he can use favors to pave the way, the eldest brother will not have to entrust the matter to him. Obviously, the eldest brother does not want to use favors to get things done.

We can’t talk about favors, we can only talk about interests, and how should we talk about this?
Zheng Yueying was making a fortune selling goods in Hong Kong. Was it necessary for her to go to Brazil, a place she was unfamiliar with, to develop the market?
If you want her to go there, you have to have a big business there for her.

“Where can I find big business?”

With doubts, he went to Xian Yaowen's study in Building No. 1. He took a quick glance at the bookshelf and found the books and magazines he was looking for. They were placed in a separate compartment, not mixed with other books.

Sitting on the big chair, he turned the chair around, opened the cabinet under the bookshelf, took out a pack of Korean ginseng cigarettes, tore off the outer packaging paper, took out a pack, opened it, lit it and tasted it carefully, and gave it a good comment.

Then he took out another cigarette and looked at it carefully in his hand.

The eldest brother said that the next step for the family is to build their own tobacco factory to produce cigars and cigarettes, mainly for their own enjoyment, and making money is just a byproduct.

The eldest brother knows how to enjoy life. He is self-sufficient in eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, and he pursues quality.

With a slight sigh, he opened the book and searched for the content he needed to know.

……

Paris.

Zhou Yueyu attended a painters' salon in the basement of a Parisian renovation-era building on Avenue George V in the 8th arrondissement.

Paris is the capital of fashion and art. Hundreds of years ago, painters from all over the world came here to pursue their dreams before they became famous, and this is still the case today.

Many Chinese painters also lived in Paris and established the "Chinese Art Society in France" here. Today's salon can be said to be organized by the society.

Salon sounds high-end, but in fact, its core is just chatting or gossiping. Those who have not made a name for themselves ask the famous ones for some advice. To be more blunt and direct, they just want to curry favor with them.

Zhou Yueyu stood beside an easel, admiring a painting on it. The theme of this work was "Notre Dame de Paris", but the color used was a bit strange, with a red background, which made people think of "fire", or it would be quite appropriate to name the work "Burning Notre Dame de Paris".

She turned her head and glanced at the author of the painting, Zao Wou-Ki, who, together with his wife Xie Jinglan, were talking to Chang Yu in a very humble manner, with a hint of fawning.

She had heard of Zao Wou-Ki's name when she was still in China. He was a disciple of Lin Fengmian and a painter of some fame. But she heard that he was not doing well after coming to Paris. The most widely circulated rumor was that the couple were good at scheming and received harsh criticism. People in the circle called him a "second-rate Klee" because his paintings were so similar to Klee's that they were almost imitations.

After seeing him today, it is basically true that he is good at scheming. But it doesn't matter. The painter circle is very particular about inheritance. If a newcomer wants to succeed, he must be guided by an old mentor. Otherwise, no matter how good he is at painting, he can't succeed.

As for imitation, she can indeed see some shadow of Klee in Zao Wou-Ki's paintings.

Zhou Yueyu stood in front of the easel for a while, savoring the taste carefully. Then, she walked to another easel to appreciate the new paintings.

In the corner, Huang Yifan leaned against the wall, his eyes following her, the ashes of the cigarette between his fingers falling freely.

Since following Zhou Yueyu, her living standard has improved a lot compared to before, and has almost returned to a "normal" standard. When food and clothing were a problem, she only had one worry, but now that her life is so good, she has more worries. (End of this chapter)