money player

"Does Boss Gu like dogs?"

“I have a poodle.”

"Why keep a poodle instead of other breeds of dogs? For example, the stray dogs on the roadside are so pitiful, so skinny from hunger, and they will fall down at the slightest breeze. They could be hit to death with a club at any time, and their hair plucked out and stewed into a pot of delicious meat for a feast."

"why?"

Gu Zhengqiu's brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.

After a long pause, she said, "Because I like poodles better than other dogs."

"So, the poodle is special to you. It is extraordinary and can follow you to enjoy the good life. But you probably wouldn't care if other dogs became homeless.

Suppose that Mr. Gu's important person suddenly falls ill and needs to use the poodle's lungs as a medicine, Mr. Gu, would you be willing to kill the dog and take its lungs? Dog lungs, the most heartless and ruthless dog lungs."

Gu Zhengqiu's brows were deeply buried in her flesh. She understood the logic behind Xian Yaowen's words and wanted to refute but couldn't organize the words to refute. After racking her brains for a long time but still finding nothing, she gave up.

"Mr. Xian, is it difficult to be an ordinary person?"

"It's not difficult. You can do it if you want to. It's just that ordinary people have a hard life. They have almost no initiative. They bear the brunt of disasters and are lucky enough to stay out of them. Being ordinary is the original sin."

As soon as Xian Yaowen finished speaking, Chen Changtong walked into the living room carrying a briefcase, "Yaowen, Boss Gu, what are you talking about?"

"Just chatting." Xian Yaowen responded with a smile, "Brother-in-law, do you still have to work today, the weekend?"

"Don't mention it. Since I came to Taiwan, weekends have lost their meaning to me. I'm too busy every day." Chen Changtong put down his briefcase and sat down next to Xian Yaowen. "Where's Baoshu?"

"In the kitchen."

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Xian, you guys chat, I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."

As soon as Gu Zhengqiu left, Xian Yaowen whispered about foreign exchange, "Brother-in-law, I met someone today who asked me if I had any foreign exchange. He said that the silver shop was offering a high price for it. Is the government going to take some action on foreign exchange?"

"Why does Yao Wen ask that?"

"I used to work in the joint defense team. For a period of time, I was assigned to assist in the investigation of underground foreign exchange. I have dealt with silver shops and have some understanding of their working style. The underground foreign exchange business is only spread in a small range and will not be known to everyone on the street. They are so anxious to get foreign exchange, mostly because the market is about to change."

Chen Changtong looked at Xian Yaowen with approval, "Yaowen, you have a keen sense. The exchange rate is indeed going to change drastically soon. In order to promote exports, the higher authorities have decided to devalue the Taiwan dollar, first rapidly, then slowly, and then in an orderly manner."

"Brother-in-law, what will be the highest point?"

"15.5."

“If U.S. dollars come in and agricultural and industrial products go out, how much can we actually get?”

Chen Changtong's eyes flashed, "Yao Wen, do you want to make a big deal and then slowly digest it with the Taiwan dollars?"

"Brother-in-law is wise. To be honest, I have the ability to raise a large sum of dollars, but I need strong guarantees."

"How much dollars?"

"500 is not a problem."

Chen Changtong pondered for a moment, "13.5, 2 dollars."

"Assuming 15.5?"

"Correct."

"That's $64.51. I'll round it up to $65. Brother-in-law, but I have something to say in advance. My fundraising targets are members of American financial groups and political families. There must be no problem with the funds."

Chen Changtong laughed and said, "As long as what you bring out of Taiwan is a product, there will be absolutely no problem."

“Do I need to meet with someone?”

"Do you want to see him?" Chen Changtong asked back.

"I don't need to meet him. He can meet me anytime he wants."

"Yao Wen, I advise you not to meet him if you can. If you do, you'll get into trouble."

"I'm just afraid that by then I won't be able to see you whenever I want."

Chen Changtong sighed and said with emotion: "That's right, once you are in the arena, you have no choice."

It only took a few minutes to finalize a big deal. Then, the two stopped talking about foreign exchange and started chatting about the green plants in the yard. When Sun Shuying came over, the three women also came out of the kitchen.

The atmosphere of the dinner was joyful. Chen Changtong was happy. He opened a jar of Kinmen Baijiu brought from Shanghai and had a few drinks with Xian Yaowen.

It was just a few drinks, and the dinner lasted only an hour and a half. The four women left even earlier. Just over half an hour later, they set up the card table and started playing sixteen-card Taiwan cards.

After Xian Yaowen and his partner closed their stall, Gu Zhengqiu gave her seat to Xian Yaowen. She did not perform on a regular basis from Monday to Saturday, but she would always perform for the troops on weekends.

Just play it, staring at Fei Baoshu's discarded cards and focusing on the cannon cards she might need. It only took four hands of cards to anger Fei Baoqi and Sun Shuying, who would rather play three-person mahjong than have him as the cannon king.

……

Xian Zhai.

Wang Xiamin handed the translated fax to Cen Peipei, "Madam, it's translated. The gentleman said there will be three letters on the plane tomorrow, and two more the day after tomorrow. The last one, baby."

Tseng Peipei took the fax, glanced at it and put it aside. Without further ado, she already understood the message conveyed by Xian Yaowen - 500 million US dollars was needed.

As for the next five letters, they will definitely be delivered, but they will be mostly nonsense and the useful information will have nothing to do with the current fax.

When in New York, Xian Yaowen told her about the possible opportunities in Taiwan, how to contact and how to deal with them. She now needs to consider how to raise 500 million US dollars.

After thinking for a moment, she said to Wang Xiamin, "Send a fax to New York. I will call Russell Bufalino and Carlo Gambino tomorrow to arrange a time to talk."

"Ok."

Cen Peipei picked up the phone and called, "Michelle, this is Cen, let's have lunch together tomorrow... OK."

Monday morning.

Xian Yaowen was sitting on the first floor of the hotel.

Although the hotel's circuit was short-circuited yesterday, there was no way to confirm that the possible eavesdropping device had been burned out. Fei Baoshu had not received any training and might unconsciously say something he shouldn't say at any time. He was not in a hurry to go out today and he didn't want to stay in the room.

He held a newspaper in his hand and read the circled article.

Sitting next to him was Lin Wanzhen, holding a pen and drawing circles on the newspaper.

She didn't sleep well last night. The envelope gave her a "first" experience. It was the first time in her life that she held so much money in her hands, a full 3,000 Taiwan dollars, and it was actually for her to buy clothes.

She went to the department store and the fabric shop, and she gritted her teeth several times before she was willing to buy expensive clothes and fabrics. She spent NT$1275 in one go. She felt that she was quite a spendthrift, as her salary at Taiwan Fertilizer Company was only NT$50, which was two years' salary and more than she had left over.

Suddenly, her stomach growled.

I didn't have dinner yesterday, nor did I have breakfast today. I was just busy buying newspapers and reporting in on time.

"Are you so hungry? Haven't eaten for several meals?" Xian Yaowen said without raising his head.

Lin Wanzhen's face was tinged with shyness, "Two meals."

"I'll go have breakfast after I finish reading this."

After reading the article in one minute, Xian Yaowen took Lin Wanzhen to find a nearby stall selling Fuzhou Yangchun noodles.

He asked Lin Wanzhen, who was fluent in Fujian, Shanghai and Mandarin, to place the order. He then focused his eyes on the soy sauce bottle used by the vendors. The trademark was not good-looking. It was a ghost head with horns and sharp teeth, with a line of words "Ghost Goddess Brand" framed from right to left below.

The name sounds very oriental, but he is sure that there is no such thing as a demon goddess in oriental mythology. Perhaps the owner of the soy sauce shop wanted to copycat oriental goods, but he didn't understand oriental culture, so he added this evil god to the East.

It is probably an old brand from the Japanese colonial period. If it is a new brand, it would have no chance of being sold with such an offensive trademark pattern.

When Lin Wanzhen came back from taking her order, he asked, "Have you seen that brand of soy sauce anywhere else?"

Lin Wanzhen glanced at it and said, "The Ghost Goddess brand is very famous in Taipei. Fujianese who sell snacks all use it, but you can't buy it in the grocery store."

“Is the boss from Fujian?”

"I don't know."

"Oh."

The store doesn't sell goods in grocery stores, and it is used by Fujianese people. The probability that the boss is from Fujian is more than 90%. The Ghost Goddess brand is mostly a brand that feeds fellow townsmen. The brand itself is not important, what is important is who the boss is.

After a moment of silence, Xian Yaowen said, "Have you heard of Maruman soy sauce?"

"I saw you at the grocer's."

"Take some time to go to a few grocery stores and buy all the soy sauces on the market. Also, buy all the Maruman brand products, no matter what they are."

Xian Yaowen pointed at Lin Wanzhen and said, "When I told you to go, it doesn't necessarily mean you have to do it yourself. You can find one, three, or five people to run errands for you and assist you.

You just need to ask me what kind of staff you want to assign to yourself and how much salary you need each month. If I approve, I will pay you an extra salary every month.

As for who you are looking for, whether it is a friend or a relative, I don't care at all. You are the one who manages them. If you do well, the reward will fall on you. If you do not do well, you will take the blame. My punishment will stop at you and will not go any further. How you deal with the person responsible is your own business.

Do you understand? "

Lin Wanzhen nodded.

"Just because you understand what I say doesn't mean you can do it. Do it boldly without any hesitation. I will give you room to make mistakes. It's not a big deal to waste some money." Xian Yaowen knocked his chest with his fist. "Be loyal and have your original intention. Don't become a slave to money. Try to be its master."

Just as Xian Yaowen thought, Lin Wanzhen understood the literal meaning but could not comprehend the deeper meaning. After the words fell, she pondered every word.

Xian Yaowen actually did not think highly of Lin Wanzhen's success as her original family did not give her "positive energy" and "luck", otherwise she should have graduated from university like Long Xuemei and learned several foreign languages.

The foundation is crooked, and no matter how hard you work, it will be in vain. At most, you can become extraordinary among ordinary people, but it is impossible to be an elite. He only intends to train it to be useful, without any expectations, no extravagant hopes, and no disappointment.

To put it bluntly, Lin Wanzhen is a byproduct of his creation of Kaohsiung. Kaohsiung is not very capable, but has unlimited potential in loyalty. Kaohsiung has been listed as a candidate for Taiwan's industrial steward, and may be responsible for helping him look after Taiwan's assets in the future.

Not long.

The Yangchun noodles were served, looking a bit luxurious, with half a boiled egg, dried orchid and kelp on top. The noodle soup was made from bones, which was fragrant and clear. A sip revealed that it was neither thick nor greasy, with less bones and more soup.

I took a bite of the noodles and found they were not overcooked and were chewy.

I bought two taels of small, bow-shaped fried dough sticks from the stall next door and ate them with noodles, half a piece at a time.

I took another look at the nearby stalls to distinguish which ones were not half-hearted vendors. In an instant, there were more sesame cakes and pot stickers on the table. I took a bite and they tasted very good, and I could taste that they had been selling for more than ten years.

I had a great meal, so I packed some for Fei Baoshu. I didn’t bring any food with me, so I spent money on two extra bowls.

I returned to the hotel and continued reading the newspaper. At nine o'clock, I called Lei Zhen, and after hanging up the phone, I continued reading the newspaper.

After Lin Wanzhen circled the newspaper, she went out to look for the errand boy.

Wang Zhaoyun sat at the front desk and observed Xian Yaowen for several hours very seriously. He did not even miss the moment Xian Yaowen pulled his pants, and accurately estimated the area of ​​100 points.

Wang Zhaoyun, whose real name is Chie Hasegawa, was born in the Hasegawa family of Japanese immigrants in Taipei. Her mother was from Yamanashi Prefecture and her father was from Fujian. She was a servant in the Tanaka family and she was the product of her mother's affair.

Her nominal father's surname was Hirose, and he was a son-in-law of the Hasegawa family and worked in the gendarmerie. By chance, Hirose discovered that his wife was having an affair. He did not swallow his anger, but instead filled the entire Hasegawa family with hatred.

After a period of efforts, Hirose linked the Hasegawa family with the anti-war activist Midorikawa Eiko, whose original name was Hasegawa Teruko. He labeled the Hasegawa family as "traitors" and secretly slaughtered all the members of the Hasegawa family. Only Wang Zhaoyun, who was studying in Shanghai, escaped.

What happened later was rather bloody. After Wang Zhaoyun graduated and returned to Taipei, Hirose's hatred for his wife extended to this bastard. He placed her under house arrest, abused her, and told her the truth about the Hasegawa family's massacre.

After escaping from the clutches of the devil, Wang Zhaoyun cooperated with all forces for revenge, including bandits and anti-Japanese armed forces.

In the process of revenge, she killed many "innocent" Japanese. As a result, she was not only listed as a political prisoner by the Governor-General's Office, but also a murder suspect. She did not dare to be deported and could only stay in Taipei under an assumed name, becoming one of the stranded Japanese.

After the war, the Nationalist government retained some technical personnel to maintain the operation of Taiwan's industries. It initially planned to retain 9.4 people, but later reduced the number to 5600 due to pressure from the United States, including 2.8 family members. This was official data, and the actual number of people who remained in Taiwan exceeded .

In the first two years, Wang Zhaoyun did not encounter any difficulties while staying in Taipei. However, after the February 1947 Incident in 700, the Kuomintang government accelerated the repatriation process. By the end of the year, the official number of Japanese residents in Taiwan was less than . The actual number was probably ten times more, but most of them were special talents and married women. The rest were illegal immigrants like her.

Fortunately, she managed to survive by hiding from place to place, but when martial law was declared, her life became increasingly difficult. She had very little savings left, and her ID card would be checked at any time when she went out on the street. She had no way of finding a job to make a living.

Just when she was at a loss, she met Wu Zecheng, who had just returned to freedom after cutting sugarcane. Wu Zecheng, who had been hiding for years like a frightened bird, grabbed hold of someone he could rely on tightly. Wu Zecheng's wife and children were all in mainland China, and he felt lonely and empty in Taipei. It was natural for the two of them to get together.

However, times have changed. Since Wang Zhaoyun obtained a legal identity, Wu Zecheng's kindness in her heart has become less and less, while her shortcomings have become more and more prominent. She is only 24 years old, and Wu Zecheng will know her destiny if she takes one step forward. She has stayed in the darkness for too long and yearns for the sun. Wu Zecheng betrayed his comrades to get to the top, and worked as a spy for half his life, and the shadow of death is always with him.

If there is a better choice, with power that can match Wu Zecheng, she would like to find another man to follow.

At this moment, Xian Yaowen came into her sight. The room booked by Chen Changtong, Wu Zecheng's close attention, and the phone call just now all showed that Xian Yaowen's identity was not simple; he was visibly tall and handsome, with good taste in clothes, a few years younger than her, and 100% handsome.

His education should be pretty good too. The foreign woman and her appearance the day before yesterday showed that Xian Yaowen knew at least one western language, and his serious attitude in reading the newspaper showed that he was very focused.

He is gentle and polite to others, speaks softly, and treats his woman very well. That old lady's face is full of happiness.

Good men are scarce. It's not easy to meet one. Once you miss one, you don't know when you will meet the next one. She wonders whether she should be more proactive.

Glancing at the teacup on the low table, I saw that only half of the tea had been left untouched for a long time. It was time to make a new cup.

He picked up the teapot on the fire, put it on the tray and brought it over.

"Mr. Xian, the tea is cold. I'll make you a new cup."

"Thank you."

Xian Yaowen looked at Wang Zhaoyun with a warm smile on his face.

He has a strong ability to integrate sensory cues, that is, his sixth sense is very strong and he can feel other people's gazes. There are only five people on the first floor, and the gazes of three of them are already very familiar. It's either a ghost staring at him, or Wang Zhaoyun.

After Wang Chaoyun poured the tea, Xian Yaowen said, "Madam Boss, you have been guarding the front desk for three consecutive days. Didn't you hire anyone?"

Wang Chaoyun put down the teapot and replied, "I have hired someone. I took a leave a few days ago to go home to take care of my mother and plant ginger. I will be back in two days."

"Oh, I almost forgot it's Grain Rain now." Xian Yaowen pretended to be enlightened, "Then it must be hard for you to be alone. You can't sleep well at night."

As he spoke, Xian Yaowen gestured for someone to sit down.

"It's the off-season now, there aren't many guests, and it's enough time to sleep." Wang Zhaoyun sat down diagonally opposite Xian Yaowen and poured himself a cup of tea. "Mr. Xian, are you not going out today?"

"I have to go out." Xian Yaowen raised the newspaper in his hand. "I just received a call. Someone may come over. Read the newspaper and wait. Madam, I see you sitting at the front desk without reading a newspaper or a book. Aren't you bored?"

"I just finished reading the book I borrowed last night, and I haven't had time to borrow a new one."

"What kind of books do you read?"

"I read all kinds of books. I just finished Fortress Besieged by Qian Zhongshu."

"I've read this book too. Which character do you like better, Miss Bao, Su Wenwan, Tang Xiaofu, or the ever-worried Sun Roujia?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhaoyun was torn between Su Wenwan and Tang Xiaofu. Tang Xiaofu was the best answer, but she liked Su Wenwan more. After a fight between the two villains in her heart, she decided to say, "Su Wenwan."

"Why her?"

"Su Wenwan knows what she wants and has her own set of standards and expectations for love."

"Live with understanding?"

"Yes."

"Su Wenwan is good. If she meets the right person, her marriage will be very happy."

"Which character does Mr. Xian like the most?"

"It depends on the situation. If I want to find a woman to fall in love with, I will choose Tang Xiaofu. If I want to have sex with her, I will choose Miss Bao. If I want to live with her, I will choose Su Wenwan."

"Mr. Xian is so greedy." Wang Chaoyun smiled, "Then if it were anything else, would you choose Sun Roujia?"

Xian Yaowen waved his hand and said, "I don't like this character. Sun Roujia is only good at luring men into her trap, but she doesn't have the wisdom to manage a marriage, and her personality is too extreme."

Wang Chaoyun nodded, "If you can only choose one out of three, who would you choose?"

"Life is long. Miss Bao and Tang Xiaofu can only light up one street lamp in life. Su Wenwan's aura matches hers. She will light up a lamp every once in a while. This is what we call a good wife. It is a blessing for a man to marry such a wife."

"Mr. Xian, forgive me for being blunt, but you are very goal-oriented and you think too far ahead. It would be boring to date you."

"You're right. I'm really boring. We're just chatting right now, but I've already made up my mind about how we could be together. If we were together, I'd already have a plan for how I should treat you and how I should place you."

Wang Zhaoyun was stunned and muttered to himself, "So simple?"

Xian Yaowen waved his hands, "Boss lady, don't misunderstand me, I don't mean that there will be anything between us..."

"No need to explain, I understand." Wang Zhaoyun lifted her neatly-knotted hair. "In fact, I really like Mr. Xian's personality. Sweet love is only for a while, but the daily necessities last a lifetime. Two people need to plan when they are together."

"Has the boss lady suffered a lot?"

"I ate some." Wang Zhaoyun looked painful.

"May I ask your name?"

"Hasegawa Chie."

“As far as I know, it is not easy for a Japanese to obtain an identity, let alone become the proprietress of a hotel. Moreover, this hotel is an asset left behind by a Japanese. It is located in a good section of Hengyang Road and should be considered a high-quality asset.

I have some understanding of the takeover situation back then. Such a high-quality asset will most likely fall into the hands of the person who took over. Even if it changes hands a few more times, it will not fall into the hands of a Japanese.

What's your lover's name?"

Wang Zhaoyun looked at Xian Yaowen's face with astonishment. It was so horrible that she seemed to be naked in the eyes of the other party and was seen clearly.

"You don't have to look at me like that. We all live our lives in a sloppy and unoriginal way. What happened to you and me has happened to many people before. There are very few things that are original and original."

"Mr. Xian, do you think you are too arbitrary to make such a guess based on the fact that I am a Japanese woman and some information?"

Xian Yaowen spread his hands and said, "So what if I guessed wrong? I will analyze the problem and summarize the experience. Next time the same thing happens, my accuracy rate will be much higher."

Wang Zhaoyun said coquettishly: "Mr. Xian, are you using me as a training tool?"

"Like Fang Hongjian, who grew up through his relationships with women, I also improved through my guesses. Chie-chan, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Why should I have to answer you?"

"Because I want you to answer." Xian Yaowen put his hand on the back of Wang Zhaoyun's hand holding the teacup.

A smile bloomed on Wang Zhaoyun's lips, and his eyes passed over Xian Yaowen's gaze like a dragonfly skimming the water. A few words slipped out from his lips, "So domineering." (End of this chapter)