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“What is Taiwan’s current cement production capacity?”

"Taiwan Cement, including small factories using vertical kilns, produces less than 20 tons."

“Why do we need to highlight the vertical kiln?”

“Vertical kilns require less investment and are quick to build, but the quality of the cement they produce is unstable.”

"Uh-huh, do you know Taiwan's demand this year?"

"Eighteen million tons."

“Does this figure include civilian demand?”

"Do not."

“What should we do if the people want to use cement?”

“There is a black market in Taipei.”

"What percentage of the 50 tons is military engineering?"

"45%."

"Kinmen and Matsu fortifications?"

"uh-huh."

“What is Taiwan Cement’s production capacity target?”

"Eighteen million tons."

"How much time is needed?"

"The planning time is seven years, but..." Qiong spread her hands.

“So, investing in a cement plant in Taiwan is not a good idea?”

"uh-huh."

"Thank you."

Joan forked up a piece of dessert and took a bite. "Is the cement factory your main investment plan in Taiwan?"

"Not really." Xian Yaowen took a sip from his wine glass. "My current strength does not allow me to make investments with a long construction period. I mean leading projects, not participating in projects led by others."

“Are you looking for capital utilization and speed of return?”

"It can be said that I need four to five years or even ten years to accumulate capital and then enter the high-tech field."

"for example?"

"UNIVAC I."

"Business computers?"

Xian Yaowen gestured a rectangle the size of a mobile phone on the desktop and said, "I have a dream to develop a commercial computer that is only this size but can perform trillions of calculations per second."

"How many calculations per second can the 'UNIVAC I' perform?"

"1905 times."

"How heavy is it?"

"13 tons."

Joan said softly, "Adam, don't you think your dream is too far-fetched?"

"The distance is not scary. I will try my best to live to be 100, 120, and use a hundred years to realize my dream. I won't be alone. Money is wonderful, isn't it? As long as I can afford it, I can invite or people to help me realize my dream."

"Adam, you have a great dream." Joan's voice became gentler.

"Thank you. My dream is far away. Now I am just a capitalist working hard to accumulate capital."

Joan raised her glass and said, "I wish you complete your capital accumulation soon."

"I also wish you to realize your dream, although I don't know what it is yet."

"I'll tell you when I have a chance. Cheers."

"cheers."

Finished eating.

When I got home, I heard the sound of mahjong in the yard.

When I walked into the workshop, I saw Fei Baoshu working overtime at his workstation. A genuine smile was on his face. He was grabbing and stacking the workpieces deftly with his hands and feet, and he was muttering "Nanfeng, gang" to himself.

Of her three co-workers, two were strangers whom she had never seen before, and one could only see the back of his head. However, behind her was a familiar face, Yao Hongying, who had been promoted to encourager.

Thinking back to the noise made by the car just now, judging by the decibel level, it should be heard in the living room. I can't just go into the house quietly, I still have to say hello.

Arriving behind Fei Baoshu, Xian Yaowen put his hand on her shoulder and asked, "How's your luck?"

Before Fei Baoshu could answer, the back of his head said first: "Mr. Xian, Mrs. Xian's luck is too good today."

At a glance just now, Xian Yaowen had already recognized the back of the head as Wang Youjia. Hearing this, he turned his gaze to Wang Youjia's face, "Mrs. Tang, are you having a bad luck?"

"My family is the only one who loses."

"Mrs. Tang, you've won several games in a row, it's time to lose one." The woman opposite Wang You's family said, then looked at Xian Yaowen and chuckled, "I've heard that Mr. Xian is young and handsome. When I saw him today, it was true. The rumors were not exaggerated."

"You're exaggerating." Xian Yaowen smiled at the woman and said, "What's your name, Madam?"

"I don't have Mrs. Xian's luck to find a husband of my dreams." The woman stretched out her right hand towards Xian Yaowen, "Mr. Xian, I am Bai Hong."

"It's Miss Bai." Xian Yaowen shook hands with Bai Hongying and then withdrew his hands. He then looked at the other woman, "What's your name, Miss?"

The woman looked at Xian Yaowen and said, "Mr. Xian is coming from Hong Kong?"

"It's not a secret." Xian Yaowen smiled faintly, and heard something else in the woman's words.

"Mr. Xian, I'm Liang Huilan, also from Hong Kong."

"Oh, it's Mrs. Lan."

When he heard the name, Xian Yaowen's mind immediately tensed up. The name Liang Huilan was too famous in a certain field.

Liang Huilan's father was Liang Xirong, who was known as the "Three Major Chinese Businessmen in Hong Kong Island" in the 1920s together with the Ho Tung family and Lee Hysan. In the 1920s, he monopolized the Hong Kong-Shantou route. His core industry was the Nan-Nam Hang business, which accounted for more than 10% of Hong Kong's re-export trade in the early 1930s.

Liang Xirong also made diversified investments. He and Huo Zhiting secretly invested in Fu Laorong and Gao Kening's Macau Taixing Company, holding a 15% hidden stake.

Xirong Shipping was established in the late 1930s to transport supplies for the Military Control Commission. Xian Yaowen once participated in the material transportation mission, and the source of the materials came from Xirong Shipping.

In 1944, Liang Xirong died suddenly in his Hong Kong residence under unclear circumstances. There are three speculations about the cause of his death: one is that he was assassinated by the Japanese devils, the second is that he was silenced by the Military Control Commission, and the third is that Fu Laorong hired someone to kill him.

Before Liang Xirong's death, he and Fu Laorong had a feud over the shares of Taixing Company. Fu Laorong had threatened to clean up the family, and Liang Xirong was ambushed by gunmen a week before his death.

Liang Huilan fled to the mainland before the fall of Hong Kong. In 1946, she was active in the social circle of the Peninsula Hotel under the name "Mrs. Lan". Later, she was involved in the "Young Mark Plan" and was hunted down by left-wing forces. It is said that she went to Taiwan with the assistance of Kuomintang intelligence personnel.

Xian Yaowen knew very little about Liang Huilan's information, but the details pointed to Liang Huilan's suspicion of being a spy, and it was very likely that she was a multi-faceted spy.

The information flashed through his mind, and Xian Yaowen held Liang Huilan's hand, only holding her fingers, not reaching directly to her palm, to feel whether her fingers had calluses.

Her fingers were smooth, not like the hands of someone who had been holding a gun for a long time, and she probably had no experience of practicing a musical instrument for a long time, but this did not mean that she was not a spy.

After taking his hand back and exchanging pleasantries for a while, Xian Yaowen went into the study and took a fertilizer tool book "The Chemistry and Technology of Fertilizers" from the bookshelf.

Last year, the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations calculated that the fertilizer gap in Europe and Asia was 1200 million tons per year. Coincidentally, the global fertilizer production last year was also about 1200 million tons. Building a synthetic ammonia plant with an annual output of 5 tons requires an investment of approximately US$2000 million.

This comparison makes it clear that fertilizer will be a seller's market for a long time to come.

There is no doubt that fertilizer is a good business, but the threshold is quite high.

If you want to produce nitrogen fertilizer, you need to build a synthetic ammonia plant first. You need to prepare a large amount of capital and find ways to purchase technology and equipment. Then you need to consider electricity. To produce 1 ton of synthetic ammonia, the most advanced Haber process consumes between 3500 and 4500 degrees of electricity. The more backward small-scale coal-to-ammonia process can consume up to 1.2 degrees of electricity.

In addition, fertilizers at that time were strategic resources. No one cared about small-scale production, but once they reached the 10,000-ton level, you had no control over who you wanted to sell them to, because there was always a government in charge.

If he had a fertilizer plant, Xian Yaowen would certainly want to sell it to the mainland. Even if he put aside those high-sounding reasons, the profit alone is very tempting.

The Soviet Union's fertilizer technology was second-rate internationally, and the fertilizer plants it built with aid could only be second-rate.

Taking out the family tree of his Nan family, he learned that his grandfather was an engineer in a chemical plant, and his father was a son of a chemical industry graduate. He remembered that when he was seven or eight years old, he sat next to a tall pile of grain and listened to his father telling stories about the chemical industry in mainland China in the 1950s and 1960s.

For a long time, based on the official exchange rate, the cost of producing synthetic ammonia in the mainland was seven or eight times higher than that in the United States, and even exceeded the terminal price of black market resale at one point. If he was willing to engage in barter trade, he would definitely cooperate happily.

Of course, he cannot personally handle this deal. As the old saying goes, the fig leaf is very important. As long as you are not caught in the act, everything can be discussed. It is nothing more than a secondary distribution of benefits.

Turning the pages of the book one by one, he used all his knowledge of chemistry and physics to try to understand the chemical theories that were too profound for him.

Before I knew it, I had flipped through more than twenty pages when Fei Baoshu came in carrying a tray.

"Master, drink the soup."

Xian Yaowen glanced into the soup bowl. It was half a bowl of soybeans and half a bowl of soup. There were a few slices of bacon floating on the soup. He frowned and said, "Bacon and soybean soup. This is so luxurious. Are you the Governor of Hong Kong?"

Salted pork and soybean soup was a typical midnight snack for night shift workers at the Zhabei Textile Factory during the Gold Yuan Coupon turmoil. It was published in newspapers and distributed nationwide by some people to criticize the financial chaos at the time.

"I'm worried that the master didn't have enough dinner." Fei Baoshu pretended not to understand the sarcasm in Xian Yaowen's words.

Xian Yaowen pulled Fei Baoshu into his arms and stroked her face. "Are you afraid that I might have some ideas because you play cards every day? So you brought a bowl of soup to show off?"

Fei Baoshu said with a smile: "The master guessed it."

"Don't think of me as such a mean person, and don't try to trick me with dinner leftovers. You have no sincerity at all."

"It takes a lot of time to make soup." Fei Baoshu leaned his head on Xian Yaowen's shoulder, looked up and said, "Master, Miss Bai sent me more than a hundred stocks this afternoon, with a value of more than 7,000 US dollars."

"Quite a lot. Do you know Bai Hong's background?"

"Master, have you noticed that Bai Hong's skin is very white, like snow?"

"Ah."

"Bai Hong used to be a singer at the Dahu Ballroom. She got the stage name Bai Hong because of her fair skin and red lips. She was very famous. I heard that she had a relationship with Li Shiqun. A few years ago, she hooked up with Chen Daqing and followed him to Taiwan. She often went in and out of the American military club and was very resourceful."

"Who is Chen Daqing?"

"Master, you don't even know Chen Daqing?"

Xian Yaowen scratched Fei Baoshu's face and said, "I don't know as many people as you do."

Fei Baoshu chuckled and said, "Chen Daqing is Tang Boen's subordinate and the deputy commander of the Beijing-Shanghai-Hangzhou Security Command."

"Oh, what's your position now?"

"I'm not sure, but his official position should be quite high. Everyone gives Bai Hong face."

"Is Bai Hong a socialite or a broker?"

"That's right. Today at the table, Mrs. Lan mentioned that Bai Hong had just done a $20 cement deal."

"Smuggling?"

"I'm not sure." Fei Baoshu shook his head.

"Where's Mrs. Lan?"

"She's similar to Bai Hong. She also frequents the Navy Club and knows a lot of businessmen and Americans. I heard she's exporting sugar and making a lot of money."

"That's all you know?"

"Ah."

Xian Yaowen was silent for a moment, then said, "Be careful when you interact with them in the future. You can play cards at my house or at other people's houses, but you can't go to their houses, and you can't go to the American military club with them."

"Is there something wrong with them two?"

"In the past, the Military Control Commission's best intelligence work was to use gangsters and socialites. The Kuomintang wanted to counterattack the mainland, but the United States did not. The two sides were not of one mind and were wary of each other. They were harmonious on the surface, but secretly they were spying on each other.

Even if the socialites who frequent American military clubs are not members of intelligence agencies, they will be sought out by intelligence agencies if they become familiar with them.

In addition, Taiwan is currently in short supply of everything, American aid is very popular in the hands of Americans, and businessmen will also get involved, making things more complicated.

Even though Bai Hong and Madam Lan are very capable now, if something unexpected happens or they become greedy, they will easily be thrown out as scapegoats or silenced. If you get too close to them, you will easily be implicated. "

Fei Baoshu said in shock: "I won't play cards with them anymore."

Xian Yaowen stroked Fei Baoshu's belly and said, "Don't be so exaggerated. Just stick to your original intention and only collect antiques and stocks. Don't get involved in other businesses, and you'll be fine."

Xian Yaowen said it lightly, but he actually had some doubts in his heart.

Fei Baoshu had just joined the circle of Shanghai wives a few days ago, and his social circle was expanding too quickly. Bai Hong was justified, but did Liang Huilan belong to this circle? If not, she would most likely take the initiative to stick to Fei Baoshu and target him or Xian.

Probably not because of his money, but because of his relationship with Americans.

If this reasoning makes sense, Liang Huilan knows him too well. How could a socialite in Taipei know him so well?

The word spy is about to come out!

"Ah."

Fei Baoshu unbuttoned her cheongsam and took Xian Yaowen's hand and put it inside.

Xian Yaowen laughed, "Little greedy cat."

……

The next day.

The rooftop of Building No. 1 of the Xian family.

"A fax was sent from the United States saying that Gambino's goods have already departed from the Port of New York and will arrive at the Port of Hualien in 35 days at most. The master has not found a buyer yet. I don't know whether this batch of goods should be shipped to Hong Kong first."

"Madam, 35 days is enough for Sir to solve the problem."

"That's right. If the master wasn't sure, he wouldn't have cooperated with Gambino." Cen Peipei picked up the coffee cup on the table and looked into the distance. "I received a call this morning. There is a guest who wants to meet me. It's over there."

"Do you want to transfer someone?"

"No need. Making a big noise will only arouse suspicion." Cen Peipei glanced at her watch. "I'll be leaving at ten. You stay at home."

"Yes."

Half past ten.

Cen Peipei appeared on a luxury version of the Volkswagen Security Guard ship on the sea. The boat was parked quietly. Next to her sat Zhang Hua, the general manager of United Trading Company.

"Madam Xian, the country has a batch of cement that needs to be transported by Wanbang."

"Manager Zhang, Wanbang's ships have been transporting cement from East Germany for the past three months."

"This batch is different. The seller is Mitsui & Co., and it needs to be transported through the U.S. military base in Okinawa."

Cen Peipei frowned, "How many tons?"

"1.5 tons, Mitsui & Co. asked for a sky-high price, the country can't afford the loss, the freight can be negotiated."

"I can't make the decision."

"Please tell Mr. Xian as soon as possible that I can help if there are any difficulties with communication."

"Thank you, no need."

After getting ashore and getting into the car, Cen Peipei looked solemn and hurried home, waiting for the communication time to arrive.

Cloud corner.

Hong Yingdong stood on a high place, directing the dock coolies to unload the ship quickly.

Ten minutes ago, the ship carrying cement from Yangcheng Xicun Factory and Shantou Cement Factory just arrived at the port.

He looked up at the sky, then shouted to the coolies, "Everyone, hurry up and move the meat. I'll treat you to meat tonight. Eat as much as you can."

The coolies cheered and their steps became much lighter.

High up, Hong Yingdong’s boss, Shark, was holding a shotgun in his hand, looking around with sharp eyes.

After nearly losing his life at sea last time, Hong Yingdong learned his lesson and strengthened his armed forces. He recruited Shark Boy and twenty or so other good men to form two armed escort teams.

Not only that, he also recruited Li Hongluan, who previously specialized in the "Hong Kong dollar-Portuguese dollar" black market exchange business, as the chief financial officer, responsible for setting up fake gambling games in Macau, converting smuggling profits into gambling income, and using the "special account" of HSBC Bank in Hong Kong for turnover funds.

Coincidentally, the grandfathers of Li Hongluan and Li Hongshen were brothers, and the two were distant cousins, but their relationship was not good. Therefore, Li Hongluan and Hong Yingdong got together but did not seek cooperation from Li Hongshen.

You should know that Stanley Lai used his wife's connections to get through all the links in Macau, and his smuggling business was booming. He was one of the best smugglers in Macau.

Seeing that the laborers' movements had quickened a lot, Hong Yingdong estimated that the goods could be moved before the rain, and he immediately felt relieved.

He picked up the kettle hanging around his neck, took a sip of water, waited until he calmed down, and began to think about some things.

A few days ago, Li Hongluan gave him a suggestion that in order to make it easier to launder money, it would be best to invest in a small underground casino in Macau.

In addition to licensed casinos, Macau also has some small underground casinos. As long as they have good relationships and pay some tribute to Taixing, they can open their doors to do business. However, they cannot do business too well, and they cannot take away Taixing's business, otherwise Fu Laorong will get angry.

Hong Yingdong was thinking that he now had a lot of cash flow, all from the casino, and he wondered if this would cause Fu Laorong to misunderstand him. It would be very troublesome if he got in trouble with Fu Laorong for no reason.

Thinking of how much effort he had put into making his money clean, Hong Yingdong couldn't help but envy Xian Yaowen. Jinji Trading Company not only occupied a large part of the smuggling business, but also did a lot of regular trade. It had tied up a large number of factories and contributed a lot of tax revenue to the Hong Kong government. Even without those shareholders who came to protect it, the Hong Kong government probably wouldn't be willing to touch Jinji Trading Company.

"Yao Wen is really sharp in what he does!"

Hong Yingdong sighed and remembered what his mother said a few days ago, that the business of Yuhaojie is not as good as before. Not only has the profit become lower, but the energy invested is also increasing. If he had known this earlier, he would have quit together with Yaowen.

Thinking of Yuhaojie and the Yurong Company in front of him, Yaowen proposed to develop sea sand early on, and then the river sand from the mainland. He made a trip to the mainland and negotiated the sand and gravel mining rights at the mouth of the Pearl River. Now the river sand has been shipped, and the company's revenue is increasing little by little.

Now they have found another way. While transporting high-grade cement to the mainland, they are actually thinking of smuggling low-grade cement from the mainland to Taiwan. What is even more bizarre is that this plan has been recognized by the mainland.

I don’t know what price the cement can be sold at after it is shipped to Taiwan, but he gets 45% of the profit.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Shark yelled, "Don't go any further, my bullets don't have eyes."

"Fuck you, you're trying to scare someone with a fire stick. Let Hong Yingdong come see me."

When Hong Yingdong heard the voice, he hurried to a higher place. He had already recognized who the person was: Ma Zai Ming, the leader of the 14K Yi Zi group.

Ma Zai Ming, whose real name is Chen Yaming, came to Hong Kong with Ge Zhaohuang in 1949. In his first battle, he faced twelve swordsmen from Wo Shing Wo alone, but he easily chopped them off. He became famous in this battle and was highly valued by Ge Zhaohuang.

Due to his strong martial arts skills, Ge Zhaohuang ordered him to set up a training camp in Kowloon Walled City to teach his men how to chop people. The men trained by him were able to master good chopping skills, and three knives could sever limbs without being fatal. Therefore, people in the underworld gave him the nickname Ma Zai Ming.

Earlier this year, Ma Zai Ming and his men seized Warehouse No. 3 at Kowloon Wharf and monopolized the hardware smuggling channel. Hong Yingdong did not want to mix his business with Jinji Trading Company, so he would unload all his goods at Warehouse No. 3.

Hong Yingdong came to the top and bowed to Ma Zai Ming, "What do you want to do here, Boss Chen?"

Ma Zai Ming Chong slowly clasped his fists towards Hong Yingdong, and said with a fake smile: "Boss Hong, you can't send the goods to warehouse No. 3. Did I do something wrong and offend you?"

Since the beginning of this year, gangs have set their sights on the fat piece of meat called smuggling. All docks suitable for smuggling have been occupied by gangs. If smugglers want to smuggle goods from the docks, they must first pay a "berthing fee" on a monthly basis, depending on the scale of their business. Then they must pay taxes on each shipment, with a certain percentage paid based on the number of ships or the value of the goods.

"Boss Chen, I, Hong Yingdong, have always abided by the rules. I have not let you down a penny for the profits you deserve. I have my reasons for not sending this batch of goods from warehouse No. 3." Hong Yingdong said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Oh?" Ma Zaiming narrowed his eyes, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, "I want to hear what Boss Hong has to say."

"Today we are transporting goods from Yurong Company. I only own 20% of the shares." Hong Yingdong paused deliberately, then slowly said, "The other 80% belongs to Mr. Xian."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Zaiming clasped his fists, turned around and left without even bothering to say any polite words.

It was also since the beginning of this year that the Hong Kong government, which had turned a blind eye to smuggling, slightly changed its attitude. Smuggling ships dared to pass through the "door" without entering. Once they were caught by the customs, water police or navy patrol boats, they would immediately be punished with three measures: confiscating the goods, detaining the ship and imposing fines.

If the smugglers produce "formal" procedures and argue in the name of the law, the Hong Kong government will also abide by the law and will naturally have no problem with the procedures and can sail the ship away. However, the closed eye will have to open and stare as wide as a bell.

Which smuggler has a clean ass?
The Hong Kong government plays with human relationships and insists on following the law. Then, let it follow the law. Don't treat the police officers as police officers. Don't arrest smugglers, but dig deeper into other things. If the smugglers can turn back from their wrong path, then they can stop after they have been sentenced to three to five years in prison. If they refuse to repent, then they will keep digging towards the gallows.

Ever since the Hong Kong government killed a chicken, smugglers immediately realized their mistake and started shipping their ships into the port, paying a 1.5% re-export tax and getting a "forged" document. Then they could go wherever they wanted except unloading the goods. If they had to unload the goods, they could do so, but if the goods they were transporting were not Commonwealth goods or UN relief supplies, they would have to pay an additional 5%-20% import tax.

This unspoken rule lasted only half a month before some smart people noticed that less than one in ten ships from Jinji Trading Company entered the port, so they followed suit. Then, a coincidence happened. The society began to occupy the docks on a large scale to share the worries of the Hong Kong government and restrict the smuggling ships from entering the port to complete the "cargo removal" ceremony.

However, Jinji Trading Company continued to do its own thing, with only a few symbolic ships entering the port every month, and they were still entering the wharf occupied by Dongfuhe.

There are many coincidences in the world, some are real coincidences, and some are man-made designs. In other words, we should not use our power to pressure others. The society should also repay Xian Yaowen. Without him, the society would not be able to get this piece of fat meat.

Watching Ma Zai Ming leaving, Hong Yingdong said to Shark Boy, "Let the brothers be more alert."

"Yes."

……

Hengyang Hotel.

Creaking and clanging, the bed in the small room encountered huge waves.

"Ch..."

The gate that imprisoned the ferocious beast was closed, and a white handkerchief was hung on the finger, like a white flag fluttering in the wind.

The handkerchief gently wiped the fingers, a proud head tilted back, a pair of thick lips of a pervert opened and closed, and uttered an elegant word, "Mr. Wu, let's make an appointment to talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped onto the stool and a pair of pliers clamped the black bug. "I'll take it apart for you."

With a click, the pliers closed and the bug shattered. Pieces of debris fell on the edge of the lampshade and rolled to the ground.

Wang Zhaoyun, lying on the bed, covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes full of disbelief. Then, fear, shyness and shame intertwined together and flowed through his body along the capillaries.

Snapped!
Her capillaries burst, and her face turned from a watery pink to a liver red, stiff and cold.

"Takano-kun, eavesdropping...bug?"

Xian Yaowen got off the stool, put Wang Chaoyun's underwear with the torn straps on the eyesore and the filthy thing, pressed it twice, then sat on the bed and lay down next to Wang Chaoyun.

Without any command, Wang Zhaoyun slightly raised his head, let his arm pass through, then turned around and rested his head in Xian Yaowen's arms. (End of this chapter)