money player

"That's it." Xian Yaowen stopped laughing and spread out the newspaper in his hand again, "Stop complaining. I only ask you to get up early occasionally. The sun at seven in the morning is already very hot."

Zhou Yueyu covered her eyebrows with her hands and looked up at the sky. "My first ray of sunlight in the morning was at half past eight, shining through the gauze curtains into the room. It was warm, but not scorching."

"The evil capitalists consider that creative people are night owls, so they delay the working hours to 10 o'clock on the basis of 9 to 5. Despite this, creative people are still lazy. When they arrive at the office, they have a cup of coffee, chat with groups of three or five about the interesting things that happened last night, and then go to the toilet to take a stinky shit. Before they know it, it's time for lunch.

After lunch, I had a cup of coffee and thought about what to eat for dinner and where to kill time after dinner. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I finally realized that I should do something to fool my boss. I picked up the pencil and drew two lines. It was time to get off work.

Ah, a good day, another day's pay."

Zhou Yueyu said with a smile: "How can it be so exaggerated? I can prove that my colleagues in the design department of our company are very serious about their work."

Xian Yaowen turned and stared into Zhou Yueyu's eyes. "You don't need to prove anything. I know that creativity requires a free and relaxed environment. I give you freedom. If you can't deliver within the stipulated time, you will have the opportunity to examine the level of the Personnel Department's ability to dig up old issues.

Don't think you'll be alright if you change jobs. If you eat my feed but don't lay eggs for me, I will spend more money and send people to cling to you like a thorn in your side, driving away your path to a good job and leaving you with only one way to work in a factory."

"You are trying to scare people. If you really do this, people will become uneasy. Don't open the company."

Xian Yaowen shook the newspaper. “When there is a need to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, I will do so. However, it should not be necessary. After the press conference, the designer profit system will be implemented immediately. The more productive, the more you get. At the same time, the last-in-first-out system will also be implemented. If you don’t produce, you will be fired. The company does not want to keep idle people.

In the future, some will die of drought, and some will die of flood. Doing the same job, the income can differ by dozens or even hundreds of times. Just do it if you are not embarrassed. As long as the chickens can lay eggs and lay more eggs than we eat, I am happy to keep them. "

Xian Yaowen's initial conception of the design team for Juliet's brand management was that it was "bloated". Any designer who could support himself would be recruited. Even if they were allowed to rot, they would be prevented from shining in other companies as much as possible. This was a means of competition that cut off the source of funds.

Internally, the design department will be divided according to different brands, and efforts will be made to establish offices led by senior designers, promoting some designers from staff to partner status.

The long-term plan is to launch personal brands for designers, creating a golden road to fame and fortune for them. This will enhance the cohesion of the company while also raising the cost for other companies to win over designers.

This is one of the plans. The second plan is to lay the foundation for launching celebrity brands. Juliet Brand Management will not only cultivate wholly-owned brands, but also launch celebrity brands.

For example, Marilyn Monroe, who is ready to be exploited to death, is a woman with big breasts and no brains. Her character determines her destiny, and the ending of this life will basically not be distorted. We can cooperate with her to launch the Marilyn brand and use her influence to achieve sales.

If the brand is operating well, we will plan for the long term. If it is not so good, we will do a big marketing when it dies to boost the performance. The next step may be to sell it in a package or prepare for listing to become a harvesting tool in the financial business line.

This kind of cooperation will be carried out in all fields. Movie stars, sports stars, writer stars, political stars, anyone who has the ability to bring goods can cooperate. Anyway, there are ways to do things in a short period of time and long-term plans. After several rounds of shuffling, the brands that survive in the end will be the objects of long-term operation.

Advertising companies, publishing houses, magazines, and film and television companies, in addition to self-development, all have a mission - to form a bragging industry chain to brag about the objects that Juliet's brand management wants to promote.

The Mother of Wi-Fi, the Father of Public Pools, the God of Basketball, and the Sexiest Woman in the World, all kinds of exaggerated and gimmicky titles will be spread one by one.

Zhou Yueyu hooked her arm around Xian Yaowen's neck and said, "What about me? If I don't do well, will I be eliminated too?"

"Ms. Fad Chow." Xian Yaowen pinched Zhou Yueyu's chin. "You are a relative, so my requirements for you will be stricter than those for others."

Zhou Yueyu said coquettishly: "Shouldn't people with connections enjoy special privileges?"

“You do have privileges, but they are only reflected in the distribution. When the company makes money, you can get dividends that exceed your actual contribution. Of course, the extra portion you get is paid from my share.

No matter who it belongs to, in short, if you pay one point, you can get three points in return. This is a meaningful privilege.

The kind of privileges you think of should not be enjoyed in your own company, but in the officialdom. Civil servants are the tax-eating class. As a taxpayer, I am just a spiritual small shareholder of the country. Let me enjoy the privileges. If the major shareholders are not in a hurry, the small shareholders will be even less anxious.

When you get tired of being a fashion designer, you can run for parliament, and maybe even become the mayor of Paris."

"A civil servant in France?" Zhou Yueyu's eyes shone with yearning. "Can I?"

Xian Yaowen asked in surprise: "Do you really have an idea?"

"Who wouldn't want to be an official?" Zhou Yueyu said excitedly, "Master, you are not just talking nonsense, are you?"

"No." Xian Yaowen shook his head slightly. "It's difficult for yellow people to participate in politics in France, but it's not impossible. This road is not easy to walk. You should first find out whether the French civil servants are the kind of officials you want to be, and then think carefully about how much you are willing to pay to become an official. Once you have thought it through and are sure you want to be an official, you can take the initiative to talk to me and I will find someone who understands to plan for you.

You must think carefully. Once you have invested the resources and taken the first step, you must go all the way. If you dare not play halfway, you will not be spared. You will be shot at least once."

"Ah? Considering it now? Isn't it something that should be done after you start your career as a fashion designer?" Zhou Yueyu thought for a moment, "I think I can be a fashion designer for at least 20 years. Even if I plan ahead, two years should be enough, right?"

Xian Yaowen sneered, "You're dreaming, the world revolves around you? You're not a member of a French political family, and you have nothing in French politics. From the moment you make up your mind, you have to prepare yourself, slowly accumulate political connections, and sharpen your sword for twenty years. Only then will you have a chance of success."

"Is it so troublesome?" Zhou Yueyu looked confused.

Xian Yaowen lost interest in continuing the conversation, picked up the newspaper and said, "Don't worry, you have time to think about it slowly. Drink your coffee first, and I'll be out in a quarter of an hour."

"Oh."

A quarter of an hour later, the two went out on time and went to Romeo's office. He prepared the invitation letter to Gao Feng Xiuzi and asked Zhou Yueyu to deliver it. He went to the rehearsal room rented by the Grammy Model Team first.

……

Myanmar.

In the mountains and forests outside Gunnong, a horse team was moving slowly forward.

Sitting on the back of a completely white horse, Zheng Yueying, dressed in tight clothes, looked around vigilantly.

When she first took over Li Caifa's business, she came to Myanmar once and had some understanding of the situation there. Ever since the remnants of the National Army entered Myanmar, it was like a few drops of water being dropped into an frying pan. Northern Myanmar instantly exploded, frictions continued, and various small battles broke out every day.

There is hard currency, opium, in northern Myanmar. It is not difficult to conquer a piece of land and grow opium, but it is difficult to sell it and sell it at a good price. The arrival of the remnants of the National Army disrupted the original opium trade and also brought new shipping channels.

Since last year, local forces in northern Myanmar have each raised the banner of a certain ideology, rising from local separatism to revolution. As the saying goes, food and fodder come first before troops move, and gold is worth a thousand taels when guns sound. Recruiting soldiers and buying horses costs money, and the victory of the revolution must be supported by economy. The only thing in northern Myanmar that has trade attributes is opium, so "special goods" have become the focus of competition among all parties.

When the remnants of the National Army arrived in northern Myanmar and lived a hard life for a while, some of them left the main force to make a living on their own. The ways they could make a living all revolved around special goods. Some occupied land for planting, some provided security services for transport horse teams, and some set their sights on trade routes, either by robbing them or by building their own trade routes from scratch.

Open the map of northern Myanmar and take a look. To the north and northeast, it borders China, so this route is blocked; to the northwest is India, and across it is the Middle East and the Soviet Union. Forget about this route, either it is impossible to get in, or it is the birthplace of special goods trade. It is like waving a sword in front of Guan Gong.

To the southwest is the Arabian Sea. Go west and make a big turn to reach South America. The special cargo trade there has just started, so you can give it a try. However, it has always been a horse caravan, and long-distance sea transportation is not professional.

The only reliable route is to go southeast, cross the border into Thailand, take the land route to enter Malaya and Singapore, extend to Indonesia, Australia, New Zealand, and enter the South China Sea. The sky is high and the birds fly freely, and you can go to all parts of the world.

Compared with going west, it is easier to find trading partners by going to Southeast Asia, and you can leave the long-distance transportation that you are not good at to others. In this way, there is a link in the middle. Small wholesalers do not have to go deep into the jungles of northern Myanmar. They can complete the transaction in the relatively safe Thailand while hugging their sisters and drinking. Large wholesalers can also go to Thailand first, reach a preliminary intention, and then enter the jungle to meet the big boss behind the scenes.

Zheng Yueying traced the source from Thailand to northern Myanmar, and eventually met a lone soldier leader. The two sides reached a long-term trade relationship in a harmonious atmosphere.

Now, her supplier is not in a good situation and may go bankrupt at any time. She will face the dilemma of unstable supply channels. In addition, she has decided to take the opportunity offered by Xian Yaowen, so she needs a supplier with stronger supply capabilities.

As a powerful buyer, she is like Tang Monk's meat in northern Myanmar. Everyone wants to take it home and she is treated with courtesy wherever she goes. However, there are also forces that know they are not strong enough and will destroy it if they cannot get it. Generally speaking, her trip to northern Myanmar is full of crises.

Just as Zheng Yueying was looking around cautiously, a brown horse came up to her and the man on the horse said, "Boss Zheng, if we go further, we will reach the territory of Zhang Qifu's Youth Hostel. We need to be careful."

Zheng Yueying said, "Captain Yang, I hadn't heard of the Youth Brigade the last time I came here. Where did Zhang Qifu come from?"

Captain Yang's dark face showed a trace of embarrassment, "Last year, my second daughter founded the New Town Advanced Training Class of the Military Training School, and Zhang Qifu was one of the students."

The person Zheng Yueying was going to meet this time was Yang Jinxiu, the second daughter of Yang Wenbing, the chieftain of Kokang Shan State. To give her respect, she was called Miss Yang Er, but to give her no respect, she was called Miss Hairy Legs. It was said that her leg hair was similar to that of the character played by Teresa Mo in "A Happy Hour".

Yang Jinxiu had a strong personality and a strong desire to win since childhood. She loved to wear men's clothes and refused to bind her feet. She started playing with guns at the age of four. After years of playing, she mastered the skill of using two guns.

When she was 18 or 19 years old, not long after the Japanese surrendered, she organized a Kokang ethnic armed force of 1,000 people, named Jinxiu Army. With the troops, she began to expand the special goods trade that she had been engaged in since childhood. In two years, she became the number one special goods trader in the Kokang area.

Seeing Yang Jinxiu wielding swords and guns every day, her parents were very worried. They both felt that they didn't have much time left and wanted to marry their daughter off before they died. After some arrangements, Yang Jinxiu was betrothed to Duan Chaowen, the son of the chieftain of Damengyi.

Before Yang Jinxiu got married, her parents had passed away. Perhaps because she did not want to go against her parents' wishes, she married the cowardly Duan Chaowen as promised, gave birth to a son, and gave explanation to the Duan family. Then she patted her butt and left, no longer playing the role-playing game of Mrs. Duan.

During the time Yang Jinxiu was at the Duan family, she still controlled Jin Xiujun remotely, but the road was long and the sky was high. Jin Xiujun's affairs mostly relied on her two brothers, Yang Zhencai and Yang Zhensheng. Both of them were pro-Myanmar. During the time Yang Jinxiu was away, they had been working on transforming Jin Xiujun into a real Kokang national armed force.

Naturally, Yang Jinxiu was unwilling to do so. In order not to lose her private army, in early 1949, she had an exchange of views with the Yunnan National Army. The National Army sent advisers to Kokang to help her establish a Xincheng training class to train officers loyal to her personally.

At the beginning of this year, she accepted the olive branch thrown to her by Li Mi and was appointed commander of the Fourth Column of the National Salvation Army. With the help of Li Mi, the scale of her Jin Xiu Army expanded, and the scale of special goods trade was also forced to expand.

The reason why it is said to be forced has a lot to do with Li Mi. After Li Mi was defeated and lived in seclusion in Hong Kong, he was reinstated and sent to northern Myanmar to reorganize the remaining troops into the National Salvation Army, ready to counterattack at any time.

Although the National Salvation Army had American equipment sent from Taiwan, they had to raise some of their own food and fodder. In northern Myanmar, even if you had money, you might not be able to buy enough food, not to mention that Li Mi had no money. So, it became a good idea to earn money from special goods trade and buy food from Thailand.

Therefore, Yang Jinxiu not only had to do his own special goods trade, but also had to act as a fig leaf for the National Salvation Army and help the National Salvation Army sell special goods purchased from farmers or snatched from some small forces.

From a development perspective, Yang Jinxiu can be regarded as the founder of modern specialty goods trade. Her Xincheng Continuing Education Class has trained many ambitious young men, such as Luo Xinghan, Peng Jiasheng, and Zhang Qifu. The first two became Yang Zhencai's subordinates, and Zhang Qifu stayed in Jin Xiu's army for a while before going out to work on his own.

Zhang Qifu, whose original name was Zhang Qiufu, was the academic name given to him by his teacher when he was young. He also has a Shan name given to him by his mother - Khun Sa.

Zheng Yueying has always been very concerned about the situation in northern Myanmar. In Hong Kong, following the Li Mi line, she has interacted with many former senior Kuomintang officials who were related to Li Mi. Before leaving this time, she also visited Duan Xiwen who lived at the foot of Taiping Mountain.

According to the news she received, Li Miyou invited Duan Xiwen to go to northern Myanmar to create a great cause together. Duan Xiwen must have some understanding of the situation in northern Myanmar. What's more, during the conversation, she got a lot of information from Duan Xiwen.

Perhaps Duan Xiwen was playing both sides, and before Zheng Yueying's flight landed in Myanmar, Yang Jinxiu's people were already waiting at the airport. There was nothing wrong with this, Zheng Yueying directly contacted the most powerful supplier.

Zheng Yueying noticed the embarrassment on Captain Yang's face. She did not ask about the information about the youth hostel anymore. She just squeezed her legs together to make the horse go faster and was more careful.

She is very clear about her situation. She is not afraid of encountering big forces, but she is afraid of small forces.

Fortunately, they did not encounter any sudden situations on the way back, except for the difficult mountain roads. At 4:30 in the afternoon, the group entered the sphere of influence of Jin Xiujun and saw the welcoming team from afar.

……

Ah Rui, whose full name is He Chengrui, is Xian Yaowu's subordinate in the police force.

To be able to join the Special Reserve Police Force, it goes without saying that he had studied in school for many years. He had two main jobs. One was to be a tailor in his uncle's tailor shop. Since he was handsome and eloquent, many pretty girls asked him to make clothes for them, and he earned a considerable income.

The second is a small leader of Fu Yixing. He usually does not need to patrol the territory or walk on the streets. He will only take his men out when there is a gunfight. Therefore, not many people outside know him and he has not been given a nickname.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that after Liu Fu, the police force has become dominated by Teochew people, but Teochew-led societies are not limited to Fu Yixing. The rise of Teochew police may not benefit Fu Yixing.

Because of this, Fu Yixing came up with a clever idea. He sent his own people to apply to be police officers in order to strengthen his own influence in the police force. A Rui was one of the selected candidates. He led the team to apply for part-time police officers. A total of five people took the exam, and two of them passed.

Shao La Ming, whose real name is Huang Ming, is another person who passed the exam and also works under Xian Yaowu.

Zhong Jie Ling told Xian Yaowu that "a family that cuts ice does not raise cattle or sheep", but the result was almost like talking to a deaf person. He thought about it for a few days and only planned to give up the roast meat business which had relatively unimpressive profit prospects. He still couldn't bear to give up the fish ball business, so he decided to enter the market quietly without telling Zhong Jie Ling first.

Just after work, he came to Kowloon Walled City again. This time he did not come alone, but brought A Rui and Shao La Ming with him.

There are a total of nine fish ball shops in the walled city. Six of them are very small and can only be considered workshops. Three are larger in scale, employing workers ranging from a dozen to more than thirty. They are Wang Ji, Yu Ji and Qian Ji. Among them, Qian Ji is the largest, located at the end of the west side. It is a six-story property of its own, covering an area of ​​1500 feet.

At this time, people had already bought land and built buildings on the east and west sides of the walled city. Land was precious, so every inch of it was used as much as possible. In order to save money, foundations were usually not laid, so buildings in the same row were next to each other, which saved a wall. Buildings facing each other were so close that people could hold hands through the windows.

Building a building in this way will result in very poor lighting. There is no distinction between day and night indoors, and without lights on you can't see your hand in front of you. The situation is slightly better in the alleys, where at least you can see the outlines of people.

There is privately-pulled electricity in the walled city, but it is not available to every household. Only those with business premises and better conditions have electric lights. There are street lights in the alleys, but not in every alley. The street lights are installed by the community and only serve their own business.

It was just five o'clock in the afternoon, and the alley where Qianji was located was already pitch black. In a dark corner, stars were twinkling. The Taoist who was enjoying himself opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, and let out an untranslatable roar of pleasure.

From another corner came the sound of blocked sobs and clothes being torn.

Others might not be able to tell what the noise was, but Xian Yaowu and the other two who were passing by easily heard that someone was committing rape.

Xian Yaowu stopped, reached forward, touched Shao Laming's shoulder, patted it, and then his back of the hand was patted. He withdrew his hand, groped back, and completed the communication with A Rui in the same way.

After the conversation, the three men simultaneously reached into their clothes, took out three sections of spliced ​​batons from their armpits, put them together, and held them in their hands.

After a while, Xian Yaowu said softly: "Go!" (End of this chapter)