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"Dinner's ready, dinner's ready, everyone eat first before you get back to work."

Cai Jinman gave a shout, and the helpers stopped what they were doing and gathered around the dining table.

The aroma of the dishes filled their nostrils, and their stomachs rumbled in response, eagerly awaiting the call to serve lunch.

Self-service, you can play as many times as you want.

The meals were prepared in triplicate, three times the amount the helpers ate, not three times the amount the Sin family ate. Cai Jinman had learned from Sin Yiu-man how much the men and women who did manual labor could eat in one meal.

The vegetables are good, the rice is good, and the helpers may have exceeded their usual standards, but three times the usual amount is definitely not enough. When taking the food trays, the helpers can also take two oil paper bags, one to hold the vegetables and the other to hold the rice, to pack up and take home for their families.

The women went upstairs, giving the helpers room to eat. Xian Yaowu, who was very down-to-earth and had a deep understanding of the local life, stayed behind as a representative to eat with them. He set an example, took a plate to use as a bowl, filled it with rice from Xiaoshanpo, added three pieces of braised pork, two large spoonfuls of stewed beef brisket and potatoes, a little bit of bok choy as a garnish, a bowl of Solomon's seal, lily bulb and quail soup, and two bottles of iced soda. He then squatted down to the side to eat.

Seeing this, the helpers felt relieved. Looking at the amount of food in the dish, which was two mountains of meat that they could not conquer, they felt energized and secretly prepared to loosen their belts.

After getting their food, the helpers didn't imitate Xian Yaowu's Asian squat. Since they were all women, squatting down would cause their buttocks to tighten, exposing their lower back flesh, which was quite unsightly. They moved the low stools they used to sit on while working and sat around eating.

Among the helpers was a woman named Xiuqin, who originally worked in the kitchen of a long-established inn in Jinan. She fell in love with a member of a merchant caravan from the south and married him.

She was very familiar with braised pork belly and thought the Xian family was really generous, giving so much meat. But she figured that Southerners cooking Shandong cuisine wouldn't taste very good. However, after taking a bite of the braised pork belly, she almost burst into tears.

"This, this braised pork tastes exactly like the one from Zhao's Rice Shop."

upstairs.

Wang Xiamin came up behind Cen Peipei and said, "The airport called; Lin Shaoliang has arrived."

Cen Peipei took a sip of the Big Poor Cat lollipop. "They're a bit slow. Lin Shaoliang's intelligence capabilities here aren't as good as I thought. Have Mosquito's men caught up with them?"

"We've caught up; our destination is the Hong Kong Grand Hotel."

"Lin Shaoliang will probably go to Macau first to inform Ouyang Xue."

"Yes."

Macao.

The head of the explosion interest group at Friendship Films' subsidiary, Theology Company, and Alice's secretary, Elcilia Ronaldo, have just signed a cooperation agreement:

Winman's secret Macau subsidiary, Prince Henry, partnered with Theological Company to establish a four-bang (boom! boom! boom! boom!) factory, entering the fireworks manufacturing industry, one of the pillars of Macau's economy.

The purpose of the theological company's investment is extremely simple: to better study explosions, such as sword energy and knife energy. These are relatively simple, and the explosion interest group has already summarized a lot of experience. However, they have no idea about more dazzling light and shadow effects, such as unleashing one or even several intertwined flying dragons when using the Dragon Fist.

In the early days of computer technology, the only way to achieve such effects was to bring reality into the virtual world. Flying dragons in the sky was possible; flying kites or dragon lanterns, combined with sophisticated fireworks technology and some filming skills, could create spectacular visuals. However, it was not easy to actually do it; it required overcoming technical difficulties and investing a lot of money.

The Theological Company does not take a share of the profits from the Four Bangs factory; instead, Four Bangs invests the profits in research on specialty fireworks.

From the perspective of the theological company, special fireworks naturally refer to customized fireworks needed for film and television shooting. However, from Prince Henry's perspective, it is not the case. Prince Henry values ​​the profitability of Fourbang more and agreed to conduct research on special fireworks in order to implement the "Long Live God" marketing plan.

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Of course, securing an order isn't that simple. Not to mention the significant investment required in public relations beforehand, relevant personnel need to show their appreciation, and the person in charge needs to flatter them. How do you do that?
The best form of flattery is to pay an exorbitant price to acquire the overseas copyright of a collection of literary works titled "Selected Works of XX," compiled by a web novel studio composed of numerous small Gorkys, thus creating a hot-selling photo opportunity for the mouthpiece newspaper's "correspondents" and providing irrefutable evidence for "shining brightly in all directions."

In this way, the first order should be easy to secure, but for the subsequent orders, we will need to overcome another hurdle: "buying is worse than making."

The first order is a must-win. With the example set, Sibang can start offering personalized customization services. Business celebrations, birthday parties, love proposals, and fireworks displays are all potential demands. As for the subsequent orders, we can take a more relaxed approach. We can earn money by doing one more order, and if we can't do it, so be it.

The development goals of the Sibang factory are clear, and the Portuguese and Macau governments have a supportive attitude towards the fireworks manufacturing industry, providing preferential treatment in terms of taxation and land supply. In addition, Alice's Portuguese identity gives her even more obvious benefits, making Sibang's future promising.

The Four Bangs factory will be located in Coloane, where firecracker factories are concentrated. Prince Henry will also set up another factory, Holy Grail Incense, near the Four Bangs factory, entering the incense industry, which is also one of the pillar industries of Macau's economy.

The Holy Grail Incense has already registered the Ms. Lin trademark. The trademark design consists of a simple line drawing of Cen Peipei and the words "Ms. Lin". The sales market is aimed at the South China Sea, thereby controlling the worship props of the Chinese in Southeast Asia. If the gods and bodhisattvas are effective, they will consume the incense offerings of the Xian family in large numbers. If you are a god, you should know who gets the lion's share of the benefits.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't work; the current profit margin for incense is around 30%, making it a good business.

In a villa on the foothills of Lion Rock.

Li Mei had a cigarette dangling from her mouth, her brows furrowed deeply; she was stuck on a script.

The day before yesterday, she received an assignment to write a script for "The Gambler 1952". There were no requirements for the plot, and she could use her imagination, but there were a few restrictions and required materials.

Miss Lin's incense must appear in the film and be an important prop, thus forming the concept of "God of Gamblers Incense" - before the male protagonist, the Gambler, makes a major betting game, he worships the statue of Mazu and offers three sticks of God of Gamblers incense.

Yes, the image of Mazu is from a still of Cen Peipei in the film "Lin Mo".

The climax of the film takes place at the Welfare Hotel on Yilai Island, highlighting the hotel's positive image. The hotel staff must be righteous, and the dealers and service personnel in the film cannot be ugly or obviously villainous.

Villa Ferreira.

The gramophone was playing Amalia Rodriguez's "Fado da Saudade," and Alice sat in a comfortable chair, a cigarette dangling from her lips, nail polish brush in her hand, painting her nails.

She had just gotten up not long ago. Last night, after attending a banquet, she went to the casino for a few hours and lost several thousand dollars. She then went to Camp Street for some late-night snacks. By the time she got into bed, the roosters were already off work, drinking their morning wine.

Ouyang Xue came to her side and said, "A message came from Hong Kong that Lin Shaoliang will be coming to Macau soon."

Alice blinked a few times, put down her nail polish brush, flicked off some cigarette ash, and then wiped her eyes a few times with her little finger. "Has Da Tian Er arrived yet?"

"We arrived this afternoon and will need a few days to settle in."

"Can it be used next week?"

"no problem."

"I'm going to a banquet later to talk to the Minister of Public Works and Transport, Santos, about Ferreira Properties. Do you want to come?"

"Miss Alice, it is inconvenient for me to show my face in public."

"Ok."

Alice picked up the nail polish brush again and continued her nail painting project.

Huaining Street.

As dusk fell, the stalls lit their carbide lamps, preparing to welcome the busiest wave of customers.

The air was filled with the smell of rotten eggs.

Huaining Street is on the west side of the small park. Xian Yaowen and his two companions came from the south, carrying large rice dumplings they had bought next to the Xianlesi Ballroom. They were quite big and cost eight cents each. One of them could fill an adult's stomach.

Xian Yaowen broke the rice dumpling apart with his hands, eating off the outer layer of glutinous rice to reveal the pork belly strips inside. He then brought the dumpling to Yang Jingyi's mouth, where she snatched it away in one bite, leaving a hole in the dumpling.

Li Lizhen also held a meat-filled rice dumpling in her hand, eating it in small bites, glancing at Yang Jingyi from time to time, her gaze extending to Xian Yaowen.

The sour taste in her mouth wasn't from the rice dumplings, but from her heartache.

She and Yang Jingyi were classmates for nearly two years and knew very well about Yang Jingyi's family situation. Because Yang Lihua worked as a maid, Yang Jingyi ate a little better than her, but only to a limited extent. Moreover, Yang Lihua was in poor health and would face being fired if she fell ill. Yang Jingyi had an extra hardship of being displaced and dependent on others.

But ever since Yang Jingyi started dating Xian Yaowen, everything changed. Yang Jingyi got new clothes and shoes, wore an expensive watch, and had endless pocket money, so she could buy snacks anytime.

Even my mother was taken care of; she was moved to a bigger house, no longer had to live under someone else's roof, and could do easier work.

What about her?

At home, he could only eat scraps and cold food, and when he followed Yang Jingyi, he would eat and receive handouts.

She felt a pang of sadness and resentment. Why didn't she have a boyfriend who would give her pocket money or help take care of her family?

She ate a rice dumpling, her gaze lingering on Xian Yaowen's profile for a long time, hesitating whether to take the initiative to seduce him.

As soon as Li Lizhen, a virgin, sticks out her buttocks, Xian Yaowen knows what kind of old clothes her underwear is made from. He naturally sees all her little movements and can almost guess what she is thinking, but he does not intend to give any reaction.

Li Lizhen has a beautiful face and is a natural beauty, but her appearance is not generous enough and has a bitter look. This kind of appearance is not favored by wealthy families. Like Lin Daiyu, if she does not marry down, she can only be an old maid for life. No family would be stubborn enough to marry a daughter-in-law whose face is full of "cursed" words.

Even Cao Xueqin, the author of her work, would be kicking himself within three months, thinking, "How could I have been so blind as to marry such a thing?"

Li Lizhen is beautiful, but she's not cut out for a marriage alliance.

As for talent and courage, Sin Yiu-man found nothing particularly remarkable about her; she was just a pretty but mediocre girl who failed to pique his interest in reading her.

Yang Jingyi swallowed the pork belly in her mouth, sniffed, and followed the stench to a stinky tofu stall. Then she looked up and said, "I want to eat stinky tofu."

Xian Yaowen stroked Yang Jingyi's hair. "The smell of stinky tofu is too strong. Let's eat something else first so that the smell won't be overwhelmed."

"What else should we eat..." Yang Jingyi looked around. "What should we eat?"

"You can eat whatever you want."

Yang Jingyi's eyes were filled with delicious food. After a moment of internal struggle, she decided to have xiaolongbao (steamed buns).

"Steamed buns?" Sin Yiu-man pondered for a moment. "Steamed dumplings, perhaps?"

Yang Jingyi grabbed Xian Yaowen's arm, "We don't have steamed buns where we're from, we call them steamed buns whether they have filling or not."

"Oh, let's go over there."

The three of them arrived at a stall selling xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). Yang Jingyi saw the stall owner put several baskets of freshly wrapped dumplings on the stove and said with a smile, "We'll wait to eat them fresh out of the steamer."

"You have quite a good appetite."

"Of course." (End of Chapter)