money player

Fei Baoshu lowered his voice and said, "Mrs. Lan and Bai Hong brought a lot of stocks today, adding up to about 7. Just like last time, half of them were deposited in Hong Kong dollars and the other half were given in Taiwan dollars."

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "Okay, let them earn more money, they will be motivated. It's almost 16 in less than a week. At this rate, we can close the stall in a month at most."

"Master, don't be too happy too soon. I have looked at every stock. More than 4 of them are not on the Class A list you gave me, and nearly 5000 are not on the Class B list. They may be waste paper."

Xian Yaowen gave Fei Baoshu two company lists. Class A stocks were more valuable, while Class B stocks had value and would not be a loss if they were taken back. If a company was not on either list A or B, it was very likely that the company had gone bankrupt and the stocks would only have collection value.

"This ratio is not bad. Just accept it. Don't say anything before it reaches half. If it exceeds, tell them which ones you don't want."

"Ah."

"Go over there."

Xian Yaowen hugged Fei Baoshu and walked towards the card table.

Shanghai.

Shen Xianqi's home.

Shen Xianqi sat in his study, counting the stocks on the table.

About twenty days ago, his new friend Su Lizhen asked someone to bring him a letter, entrusting him to purchase stocks on her behalf. The terms were quite generous. The stocks would be purchased in RMB according to the official exchange rate, and he would be given a 5% face value commission. The commission could be in the form of gold delivered directly to him or in the form of Hong Kong dollars deposited into an account in Hong Kong.

He first chose gold, and after getting all of it, he changed it into Hong Kong dollars and offered to advance the purchase price. Su Lizhen only needed to deposit the purchase price he advanced into her Hong Kong account after converting it at the black market exchange rate.

There was a huge difference between the black market exchange rate and the official exchange rate, and although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, he felt that he had made a big profit. He had already made up his mind to move his family to Hong Kong, and was worrying about how to liquidate his assets in Shanghai and how to bring them to Hong Kong. Su Lizhen was like a pillow sent to him when he was about to fall asleep.

After receiving a telegram from her friend, Su Lizhen deposited another sum of Hong Kong dollars into his account, and it was time for him to hand over the latest batch of stocks that were on his hands.

Patting the stocks with his right hand, Shen Xianqi looked around, full of melancholy. The house had been sold, and his family would have to move out in a few days. This was the house he had worked hard for many years to buy, and he had wanted to pass it down as an ancestral home, but now... Alas, it was fate!
Knock knock knock!
There was a knock on the study door.

"Master, Mr. Wu is here."

"Please come in quickly."

After a while, Wu Hongan appeared in the study and handed over the stocks to Shen Xianqi.

Hong Kong.

Xian Yaowen's study.

Su Lizhen and Wang Xiamin were sitting at the desk, fiddling with the abacus with their right hands and picking up stocks with their left hands, calculating their total face value.

After a long time, the two counted the allocated stocks, exchanged the stocks, and counted them again.

Su Lizhen: "237."

Wang Xiamin: “224, 180.”

Su Lizhen: “Correct.”

Wang Xiamin: “It’s the same number as mine.”

Su Lizhen fiddled with the abacus, "The total is 461, the number is correct, and there are 255 in Shanghai, a total of 269 US dollars. According to the black market exchange rate, the acquisition cost is 820, the commission cost is 731, and the total cost is 075 Hong Kong dollars.

I plan to give Shen Xianqi a car, and some other small things, to make the total budget 293 million Hong Kong dollars. "

"Madam, this does not include Wu Hongan's hard work fee."

"The master said that Wu Hongan's hard work fee will not be included in the expenses and will be calculated separately." Su Lizhen put away the abacus and pointed at the stocks on the table. "All the stocks may be worth tens of millions of dollars. How can we send them to the United States?"

"The master has instructed me to personally escort him to New York."

"You?" Su Lizhen was surprised, "Why would the master send you?"

Wang Xiamin said calmly: "My husband asked me to immigrate to Canada, and I will go to Vancouver to handle the formalities this time."

"Master is sending you to Canada?"

"It's just a change of identity, but I still stay in Hong Kong."

"That's similar to me. My master asked me to get a Brazilian identity, but he's not as urgent as you are. The lawyer will take his time." Su Lizhen paused, then said, "Probably everyone in the family except Pepe will have to change their identity."

Wang Xiamin shook her head, "The master didn't say anything, and he didn't allow anyone to tell anyone."

"I know. The master said there is no rush to cancel the Hong Kong identity." Su Lizhen stood up and said, "I'm going back. You pack the things."

The next day.

Xian Yaowen came out of the agency on Hengyang Road with a watch in his hand.

I got in the car and shone a flashlight on the stainless steel strap to find the secret mark at the joint. This was done by Cheryl. A lot of it was done on Kong Lingwei's HK$300 million worth of goods, mostly mixed in the middle boxes. If there is no small probability event, the goods with secret marks appear on the market, which means that at least half of the goods have been sold.

"Damn it, Song Meiling is such a determined woman. Even at this time, why doesn't she come to talk to me? Does she have to ask me to cooperate with her?"

To be honest, he was anxious.

Theoretically, cement in the mainland can be stored for half a year, but in reality the quality will deteriorate after a month. Whether the cement can still be used after two months depends on luck. Now that half a month has passed, it will be a waste if it is not sold.

The cosmetics brought from the United States have also arrived in Singapore. If Carlo Gambino doesn't cash in quickly, his ability will be questioned.

Stroking his chin, he pondered his strategy.

The simplest way is to be a man of action, find someone to pass a message to Soong May-ling, take the initiative to discuss cooperation, and then be manipulated by the other party to give up more benefits than expected.

A more complicated approach would be to first seek cooperation with Cai Jintu, wait for Soong Mei-ling to find fault with him, and then be "forced" to engage in tacit negotiations, giving up slightly less benefits.

Whichever method is used, we must try not to take the blame, even if it is only in form.

He was so itchy that he wanted to recruit a few assassins to throw grenades at Soong Mei-ling. Damn it, which master's wife taught him this trick? After throwing a stone to test the water, there was no response.

After complaining, he still had to calm down. There was nothing he could do. He was in a passive position and Soong May-ling was in control. He currently did not have the ability to push the FBI to conduct a thorough investigation of the Kong and Soong families, which would alert the enemy. He had to endure the frustration.

In the next three days, he was mainly busy with the pre-production preparations for Huaguang Garment:
How to level and compact farmland.

How to build a factory with the lowest budget.

How to connect water and electricity.

How many electric sewing machines and household sewing machines to purchase.

Purchase several diesel generators to cope with the current unstable power supply situation.

How many skilled workers should be transferred to Taipei to work as master craftsmen, and how should the recruitment be arranged?

He boasts loudly in front of Wu Huoshi, but he doesn't have to do any specific work. In fact, he has to worry about everything. Once he leaves Taiwan, it is unknown when he will come back next time. He will not personally participate in the establishment of the structure, and will have to wait for the manager who is not in place to build it. It will be easy for Huaguang Garment to have a hollow headquarters, and then have to wait for the bomb to explode before they can carry out a major reorganization. The losses will be enormous.

Now is the initial stage of the cooperation. We are of one mind and work together to make Huaguang Garment a success and once it is on track, it is still unknown whether Wu Huoshi will cause any trouble. We must be prepared.

Tung Wah Hospital.

Zhou Xiaoyun pushed the wheelchair to the hospital garden and stopped beside a bench.

Zhou Maochen gathered the blanket on his legs and made a V sign to Zhou Xiaoyun, "Cigarette."

"dad……"

Zhou Maochen waved his hand to interrupt Zhou Xiaoyun, "I know my own body. Whether I smoke or not, I will die. I can't get through this."

Zhou Maochen knew it, and Zhou Xiaoyun also knew it. There was no point in saying more. He took out a cigarette, stuffed it between the V-shaped fingers of Zhou Maochen, and lit the cigarette after Zhou Maochen put it in his mouth.

Zhou Maochen took a few puffs slowly, and when he had satisfied his craving for cigarette, he said softly, "Let's talk about it."

"Yao Wen wants to borrow someone who is proficient in textile factory management to go to Taiwan to participate in the management of the newly acquired textile factory."

"Seize power?"

Zhou Xiaoyun explained the cooperation with Huaguang Garment in detail.

"Did Wu Huoshi come to us on his own initiative?"

"That's what Yao Wen said in his report to the board of directors."

Zhou Maochen took a puff of cigarette, was silent for a moment and said, "Is Yaowen planning to expand China Garment Manufacturing into textiles?"

"He meant that China Garment would develop comprehensively in Taiwan, including weaving, dyeing, clothing, shoes and directly operated stores."

"Plastic shoes?"

"In the last board meeting, Yao Wen mentioned that China Garment's next step would be to expand into the fur and leather industries, producing fur coats and leather shoes. He has already prepared two OEM contracts, and the new factory will be able to pay for itself in a year."

Zhou Maochen chuckled and said, "Party A is himself, right?"

"He didn't say, and I didn't ask, so I guess so."

"Yao Wen is very ambitious." Zhou Maochen's laughter became hearty, "Times have changed. If you don't make progress, a family business will perish before two generations. Doing business is like sailing against the current. If you don't make progress, you will fall behind.

Xiaoyun, I know you are ambitious, but you need to have a broader vision. Don’t just focus on Hong Kong. Once you have a solid foundation, go out and have a look.”

Zhou Xiaoyun nodded and said, "Dad, my plan in Hong Kong will take some time. I will leave after the plan is completed."

"Very good." Zhou Maochen took another puff of his cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, and did not want Zhou Xiaoyun to help. He struggled to stand up from the wheelchair, facing the direction of Kowloon, and sighed: "Back then, your grandfather brought me from Chaozhou to Hong Kong to find a job. I couldn't find a job for three days. I was so hungry that I sneaked into a teahouse to steal barbecued pork buns. I took just one bite and was caught by the waiter and beaten half to death.

Later, your grandfather felt sorry for me and went to work as a laborer in Kowloon Wharf despite his poor health. Although he had a job, he also developed a chronic illness. When I was sixteen years old, your grandfather passed away young.

Your mother should have told you about what happened later. I, Zhou Maochen, was able to become successful thanks to your mother. I feel sorry for her."

Zhou Maochen choked up for a moment, then said, "I have already written my will. After I die, bury me with your mother, and I will pay her back for all I owe her."

Zhou Xiaoyun wiped his tears and said, "Dad, don't say that. You can still live for a long time."

Zhou Maochen waved his hand, "Don't comfort me, I already have a feeling that I'll die soon. Starting tomorrow, you will come to the hospital every other day. When I ask you to notify Yaowen, you must notify him immediately. Before you die, let me give you a hand."

"Yes." Zhou Xiaoyun replied solemnly.

"I'm very relieved about Ruoyun. Yaowen not only didn't think about the money I gave her, but he also advised her to buy land. The population of Hong Kong has increased sharply in the past two years, and the price of land will rise sooner or later. She doesn't have to worry about money.

Besides, I was not wrong about Yaowen. He is quite responsible and treats his women well. Ruoyun will not be wronged if she follows him.

In the future, when you interact with Yaowen, please think more about Ruoyun."

"Dad, Ruoyun is my biological sister."

The word "relative" cast a shadow of cloud over Zhou Maochen's heart. He couldn't utter the words "take good care of Xiaohuan" out of his mouth.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Since Yaowen wants to borrow someone, you can let Maoming go. I called him from Chaozhou almost 20 years ago. He has long been able to take charge of his own affairs. Yaowen dares to use someone, and Maoming will have more opportunities if he follows Yaowen."

"Dad, why don't we let our cousin take Xiaochen with him? Xiaochen has always been very kind to Xiaohuan..." Zhou Xiaoyun deliberately didn't continue.

Zhou Maoming is Zhou Maochen's cousin, and Zhou Xiaochen is Zhou Maoming's son. He is only 23 years old and is the cousin of Zhou Xiaoyun and Zhou Xiaohuan, as well as the cousin of Zhou Ruoyun. He has never been to school seriously, but has participated in various textile-related trainings and worked in Burlington Industries, the world's largest textile company, for two years. If Zhou Maochen had not recalled him for Zhou Xiaohuan's sake, perhaps Zhou Xiaochen could have slowly climbed up in Burlington Industries.

Zhou Maochen was willing to let Zhou Maoming leave because Zhou Maoming was of a higher seniority. If Xiaohuan did something bad to him, the old officials of Changjiang Textile Industry would be grief-stricken.

Zhou Xiaochen was different. He was of a lower generation than Xiaohuan. Although he knew that Zhou Xiaochen was not obedient to Xiaohuan and would not necessarily continue to be filial to him and follow Zhou Maoming's arrangement to assist Xiaohuan after his death, he still hoped that Zhou Xiaochen would stay for one more day.

He knew very well that without the assistance of the old officials, his youngest son would not be able to survive for a few years.

What's more...

He glanced at his eldest son in front of him and sighed helplessly in his heart. He could not count on brothers to be respectful to each other. It would be good if Xiaoyun did not join forces with outsiders to bully Xiaohuan.

"Forget about Xiaochen, let him help your brother."

Zhou Xiaoyun felt disdainful. It turned out that everyone could not be treated equally.

He exhaled a breath and looked away from Zhou Maochen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cen Peipei walking towards them with a fruit basket in her hand.

"Dad, Cen Peipei is here, and it seems she is here to see you."

Zhou Maochen followed Zhou Xiaoyun's gaze and looked at Cen Peipei. After staring for a moment, he said, "This is not the first time Cen Peipei has come. She is the eldest wife in the Xian family who can make up half of the decisions."

"Su Lizhen is not bad either. The Hong Kong plastics industry is almost following her lead."

"Yao Wen is good at taming his wife."

Victor Law Office.

Xian Yaowu served tea and water to Zhong Jieling while helping her organize the documents.

Victor Legal is preparing to set up a Mumbai law firm and will send Dinshaw Manekji Pettit, an Indian lawyer who grew up in Hong Kong, and Jamshed Jehangir Baba, a lawyer who moved to Hong Kong from India in 1947, to Mumbai.

Xian Yaowu will also go with him, not only to help with the establishment of the office, but also to take over the atheist squadron established for the temple gold, and carry out the next stage of more targeted training in India.

Good food is never too late. If you grab one, you grab two. Since you are going to do it, as long as you can ensure that there is no risk of error, the more you grab, the better.

"Give me that red document."

Xian Yaowu handed over the document quickly. Zhong Jieling first checked the signature and then checked the content page by page to see if there was any tampering. After confirming that it was correct, she signed on the last page and signed across the pages.

When she handed it back to Xian Yaowu, she said, "Kan Meilin, I tolerate it, but I don't want you to bring women back from India."

"I have to be gone for a long time. I can't hold it in." Xian Yaowu said pitifully.

"You're just acting out there, when have I ever cared about you?" Zhong Jie Ling glared at Xian Yaowu, "If you want to learn from your uncle, you have to have his abilities. Your uncle is so busy, but he still manages to take care of every sister-in-law. Can you do that?"

"If you don't give me a chance to try, how do you know I can't do it?"

"Convince me, convince me with your perverse logic." Zhong Jie Ling scolded angrily, "As long as you convince me, I can also be a little bird."

Xian Yaowu rushed forward to calm Zhong Jieling down, "Don't get angry, or you might get a miscarriage."

Zhong Jie Ling exhaled two breaths and calmed herself down. "I was mad at you. I almost forgot about the important things. Come to my house for dinner tonight. My uncle wants to set up a football club. I want to talk to him."

"Brother, you set up a football team just for fun, do you really need to treat it as a serious matter?"

Zhong Jie Ling glanced at Xian Yaowu and said, "If it was just for fun, would uncle have told me so seriously? As for you, let me tell you, use your brain and do things properly, don't let uncle down again."

Xian Yaowu curled his lips, extremely dissatisfied with Zhong Jie Ling's inability to distinguish between the big and small Wang. He was holding back his anger and planned to settle the score with Zhong Jie Ling after she was out of confinement.

Another morning.

Xian Yaowen stood in the pavilion, tending to the potted plants while observing the sky.

The sky was dark and the wind was blowing hard. The bean-sized raindrops were carried away by the wind like rootless duckweed. The stone table more than two meters away from Tang Pofeng was wet by the rain.

It looks like the rain won't stop, so I can't go out today.

"Damn it, I was just thinking about making a fortune during the typhoon season, and I forgot that the construction site can't work on rainy days. I have to take advantage of the sunny weather to fix the roof first and rush the progress before the typhoon season comes." (End of this chapter)