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Shoushenshan Villa.

Zhou Shoushen sat in the garden, reading a petition.

The petition was delivered by Zhou Zhongyi of the Preparatory Committee of the Asian Drama Academy, but the envelope bore the signature of Xian Yaowen.

The core of the petition was to ask him to convey a message to the Hong Kong government to apply for farmland in the "Education Extension Area" next to the University of Hong Kong in Pok Fu Lam. The rest was to explain the necessity of establishing the Asian Drama Academy.

After reading the letter, he stroked his silver beard, chuckled, and felt a slight liking for Xian Yaowen's understanding and tact.

Ge Lianghong first attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony of China Garment Factory, and then attended the wedding of Sin Yiu-man. It can be seen that Sin Yiu-man and Ge Lianghong have a personal relationship. This guy didn't go directly to Ge Lianghong, but instead presented him with a letter of petition. That's quite interesting.

A similar petition was also sent to William R. Lai, the Hong Kong Higher Education Advisor and President of the University of Hong Kong.

Sin Yiu-man had his eye on HKU graduates since his time at Chung Hwa Garment Factory. Later, his Friendship Company and HK Consulting actively contacted HKU to discuss internship opportunities and job recommendations, hoping to recruit all HKU graduates except those who were going home to inherit the family business.

Whenever Friendship Films releases a new film, a copy suitable for campus screenings is sent to the HKU Students' Union. HKU students who want to watch films produced by Friendship Films don't need to go to the cinema; they can watch them in the school auditorium.

All of this, plus the fact that Sin Yiu-man is the son-in-law of the University of Hong Kong, means that Lai Lian-shi would still give him the face to say a word.

Back then, Zhang Boling of Nankai University sought donations from Zhang Xueliang, who generously donated 200,000 silver dollars to Nankai. Upon hearing this, Ma Junwu, the founder of Xida University, also eagerly went to Zhang Xueliang to ask for donations.

Rejected and enraged, he wanted to write a bad poem to criticize Zhang Xueliang, but alas, he couldn't write anything original, so he switched to the fan fiction channel and dug out Li Shangyin's works from the courtyard house:

"Zhao Si is charming and Zhu Wu is wild, like a butterfly in flight. The land of gentle pleasures is the tomb of heroes, who cares if the Eastern Army enters Shenyang. Urgent military dispatches arrive in the middle of the night, and the music and strings urge the audience on. Shenyang has fallen, so let's not look back, let's embrace Ajiao and dance a few more times."

It is believed that this nonsensical poem was just something Ma Junwu made up on the spot to fill in the blanks. The beginning of Zhao Si followed by Zhu Wu makes it rhyme, and the popular Hu Die echoes the "thorns" in the original line. As for whether there was an ambiguous relationship between Miss Zhu Wu, Hu Die and Zhang Xueliang, that is not important.

Can't an educator like Lao Ma enjoy the privilege of falsely accusing two young women to vent his anger?

Zhu Wu Kuang was merely a product of rhyme; Liu Wanqing saw no trace of madness in Zhu Meijun.

Zhu Meijun wore a heavy black cheongsam made of pure silk satin, with a mirror-like sheen and a thick, flowing drape. The peony pattern on the fabric matched her dignified status. She walked with graceful, delicate steps, with each step's distance not exceeding 5 nanometers.

At an appropriate distance, Liu Wanqing rose to greet her, "Madam Zhu."

"Ms. Liu." Zhu Meijun nodded slightly and walked up to Liu Wanqing. "I'm late."

“I’m early, Madam Zhu. Please have a seat here.”

Zhu Meijun sat down to Liu Wanqing's left. Liu Wanqing poured tea for her and placed the teacup in front of her, saying, "Madam Zhu, it's getting late, so I won't beat around the bush. I invited you here today to discuss Yonghua's affairs."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Meijun said softly, "Ms. Liu, are you mistaken? You should talk to Li Zuyong about Yonghua's matter."

“Yonghua opened in August 1947 and produced a number of films, most of which had good box office results. Unfortunately, it did not recoup much money. Since September of last year, it has been in arrears with wages, which has become the norm. A few days ago, a dispute over unpaid wages broke out, and Mr. Li dismissed several employees who were demanding their wages in anger.”

I had long heard that Mr. Li values ​​his reputation above all else. If Mr. Li is truly prudent, Yonghua probably wouldn't delay paying its employees' salaries, since it would damage his image if word got out.

Since Liu Wanqing had brought up the topic, Zhu Meijun decided to drop the pretense and said, "I haven't paid much attention to Yonghua's financial situation before, and I've only heard Li Zuyong's one-sided opinions. Ms. Liu, is Yonghua's situation really that bad?"

“Very bad.” Liu Wanqing nodded slightly. “It has been losing money all along. If it cannot turn a profit in the short term, it is only a matter of time before it goes bankrupt. Barely maintaining it is just drinking poison to quench thirst. The longer it drags on, the more remote the chances of Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Wu getting their investment back will become.”

Zhu Meijun calmly said, "Li Zuyong is quite wealthy. Even if Yonghua goes bankrupt, it won't be a major blow."

Liu Wanqing smiled and said, "That depends on how Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Li sign the agreement. If it is signed in the name of Yonghua, according to Hong Kong law, Mr. Li will not have to bear the debts of Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Wu."

Even if the agreement was signed in his personal capacity, Mr. Li seems quite attached to Yonghua, perhaps unwilling to make a drastic decision. As I just mentioned, it's not impossible that he'd resort to desperate measures that would exhaust his family's wealth.

Zhu Meijun's expression suddenly changed. Liu Wanqing's words shocked her. She had always considered investing in Yonghua based on the principle of integrity. Since she had invested money, she naturally believed in Li Zuyong's talent and reputation, as well as his financial resources. Moreover, she knew Li Zuyong's character of valuing face, and believed that even if Yonghua's business failed, Li Zuyong would return every penny of the money.

But after hearing what Liu Wanqing said, it seemed that if Li Zuyong had the intention to return the money, he might not have the ability to do so if the matter was delayed any longer.

"Ms. Liu, thank you for letting me know. I will talk to Li Zuyong another day."

Liu Wanqing picked up her teacup and said casually, "Madam Zhu, you don't need to be so polite. My husband and Miss Zhu have a good personal relationship."

Zhu Meiyun was slightly surprised by Liu Wanqing's reaction. She could guess that Liu Wanqing's purpose in coming to her was to trip up Li Zuyong and undermine Yonghua, but she didn't take the bait, so why wasn't Liu Wanqing in a hurry?
Little did she know that Liu Wanqing had already achieved her goal. All Liu Wanqing had to do was tell Yonghua the truth, and leave the rest to human nature.

Singapore.

Seawall walkway.

Song Chengxiu ran behind Xian Yaowen, while Zhao Jiade and Xian Yaowen ran together.

Sin Yiu-man's pace wasn't slow, but that didn't stop him from speaking. "Have you been to Cleveland?"

"No."

Do you know anything about that place?

“Cleveland is a leading city in the U.S. apparel manufacturing industry, and this position is largely due to one company, Cleveland Fine Spinner.”

“Not bad.” Xian Yaowen took a few steps forward and said calmly, “Have you ever attended a class by Benjamin Graham?”

"No, but I've learned about his investment philosophy."

"Hmm, you know the concept of net current assets?"

Net current assets equal current assets (cash on hand, accounts receivable, and inventory) minus all liabilities.

"know."

“A friend of mine mentioned the Cleveland Fine Spinner in a letter to me the other day. He found that the plant’s market value was less than half of its net current assets, and he was thinking of investing in it, so he asked for my opinion.”

I'm not an investment expert; I just invested $5 with him. I told him that if he dared to lose my money, I would send eight assassins to hunt him down, and he would have to take responsibility for me.

Sin Yiu-man smiled faintly and said, "This was just a joke between friends. I didn't express my opinion to him. I just let him handle it as he sees fit. There is no fixed standard for good and bad in this world. Who is good and who is bad is relative."

He pointed to a morning exerciser running far ahead, “A white man, 6.65 feet tall. Judging from his running posture and stride, he must have only recently started exercising. That’s all I can summarize, but Adam Smith could summarize capitalism.”

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To be continued... another chapter will be updated in the morning. (End of this chapter)