money player

During their afternoon nap, Sin Yiu-man and Choi Kam-man took a nap together.

Because of prior reassurance to prevent Cai Jinman from becoming overly anxious due to her obsession with getting pregnant, and the added benefit of the first time during the day, the quality not only did not decline, but was even better than before.

Afterwards, Cai Jinman was left to do hip-lifting exercises to increase fertility, while Xian Yaowen washed up briefly and slowly went to the study.

There was someone in the study: Qi Weiwen.

She was dressed in a simple, loose-fitting long dress, sitting calmly cross-legged on a large executive chair, holding a clean white cloth between her fingertips, carefully wiping the slide of the disassembled pistol, her movements calm and efficient.

Xian Yaowen walked slowly forward, leaned over the back of the executive chair, and gently placed his hands on her lower abdomen. "Sir, you have a really clever idea. You got pregnant without telling me."

Qi Weiwen put down the white cloth in her hand, raised her hand to stroke his chin, and smiled gently: "I didn't expect to get pregnant on the first try, little foreign devil, your seed is still the best."

"You," Xian Yaowen said, his eyes filled with tenderness as he gently stroked her hair with his fingertips, "you were pregnant and didn't even tell me."

Qi Weiwen chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling, her tone lazy yet sly: "Do you think I could hide my hospital checkup from you?"

"You should arrange for a maid to take care of things there. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Have."

"Hmm," Xian Yaowen responded softly.

Qi Weiwen's gaze shifted, and he looked at him with a half-smile: "Is my sister able to get pregnant this time?"

"Who knows? Speaking of which, when did you develop this habit of eavesdropping? You press your ear against the door for half an hour without getting tired."

"Ha, ha, you little foreign devil, does your watch run faster than mine?"

"Maybe." Xian Yaowen wasn't annoyed at all, and leaned down to kiss Qi Weiwen on the forehead. "What brings you here?"

Qi Weiwen stood up, offered him the executive chair, sat on his lap, and whispered in his ear, "The business is expanding so much that the budget is tight. I came here to discuss what to do with you."

What are your thoughts?

"Open source".

"How will it be organized? It won't be like the Military Intelligence Bureau, which raises its own funds, will it?"

Qi Weiwen shook his head slightly. "The Military Intelligence Bureau's methods won't work; they're too corrupt. My idea is to establish a team specifically responsible for making money."

"How do you make money?"

“One of the team members used to work under Deng Baoguang.”

“Deng Baoguang?” Xian Yaowen recalled for a moment and said, “Gele Mountain?”

"Correct."

"What's that department called?"

"Economic Warfare Room against the Enemy"

After a moment of silence, Xian Yaowen said, "Have you thought about this carefully?"

"Ah."

Have you decided what to print?

“The French franc, Palestinian pound, and Japanese yen are all relatively easy to print and circulate.”

“With the Palestinian pound eliminated, Israel is now penniless, and it wouldn’t be easy to distribute the printed currency. Moreover…” Xian Yaowen hesitated slightly before adding, “There are quite a few skilled counterfeiters among the Jews.”

"You want to make the Jews take the blame?"

"Jews have been carrying the burden of a big black pot for thousands of years, and they are used to it. They won't miss a small black pot."

Qi Weiwen smiled and said, "Recruit a group of Jewish experts?"

"It can't be done in the light of day, so let's arrest them. France and Britain have many elderly people who participated in printing counterfeit money in German concentration camps back then. There are clues to follow, so it won't be difficult to find them."

Where is the printing base located?

“Choose a small island with fresh water and few plants and animals, far away from major countries and the mainland, far away from ocean shipping routes, so that supplies can only be sent in from the outside. In this way, there is no need to worry about people escaping or rebelling.”

"for example?"

"Just look for similar places like Pitcairn Island in the South Pacific, Bouvet Island in the South Atlantic, and the small islands around the main island of the Tristan da Cunha archipelago. There are uninhabited islands everywhere in the ocean."

"Okay, I'll have someone gather information. Mosquitoes don't have armed squads in Europe, so should we send the Armadillo squad to capture them?"

"London has the Messina Brothers, Paris has the Corsican Union, both of them are involved in human trafficking. Spend more money to have them do it, and make sure there are proper intermediaries."

Qi Weiwen nodded slightly, "Find a retired SS officer to handle it."

"Most West German veterans keep in touch with each other, so it's impossible to completely prevent undetected cases. We still have to look for civilians."

"Okay." Qi Weiwen nodded and said, "I'll get an advance on the funds."

"How much?"

"One hundred thousand dollars."

“Hiss…” Xian Yaowen gasped. “Wait two days, I’ll hurry up and find a rich woman to sell myself to.”

Qi Weiwen rolled his eyes. "What a character!"

"Hehe, I'll have Amin deliver it to you later. It's dirty money that comes from the Mafia, it's never been laundered."

"clear."

"It's afternoon tea time. Shall we go to the rooftop for a cup of tea?"

"Ah."

In the blink of an eye, we were on the rooftop.

Qi Weiwen held a silver spoon and slowly scooped up the warm almond paste. Beside him, Xian Yaowen took a few petals of Huizhou chrysanthemum and gently placed them into the white porcelain teapot, waiting for the fragrance of the flowers to slowly unfold.

"This year's new chrysanthemums?"

"The first batch from Jinzhuling, Shexian County."

"At this time last year, the tea shop would already have signs up, but I don't think I've seen any this year."

"A total of 35 dan (a unit of weight) arrived at the port, and we ate them all."

"Aren't you afraid of getting scolded for eating alone?"

"Chrysanthemum tea is considered mid-to-low range among tea drinks and is not considered high-class. Furthermore, Hangzhou chrysanthemum is the main type of chrysanthemum tea, while the sales volume of tribute chrysanthemum is not large. Last year, only 500 dan (a unit of weight) were sold in the entire Southeast Asia region, which is just a small business."

Monopolizing chrysanthemum tea is like monopolizing excrement; few people will dare to compete.

Qi Weiwen glared at Xian Yaowen, "If you can't use a metaphor, then don't use one."

"To make it easier for you to understand."

"I don't need your kindness." Qi Weiwen changed his glare to a stabbing look, and put down the silver spoon in his hand. "I heard that the banquet is very extravagant, with tiger, lion and bear paws."

"Ah."

"That's not like you."

"Firstly, as you know, and secondly, we have reached export agreements with state-owned livestock and native product export companies in the mainland. Tiger products will be shipped over every month. Now it is the peak season for hunting in the mountains in autumn, and fresh bear paws are concentrated on the market. At least 2000 tigers will be shipped over by the end of this month."

"Advertising?"

"Hmm." Sin Yiu-man nodded slightly, his tone calm and indifferent. "The newspaper will have an advertisement tomorrow: the first bear paw of autumn."

The tea was already brewed, and he poured two cups. He casually picked up a piece of Malay cake, gently broke it in half, and handed one half to Qi Weiwen.

Qi Weiwen reached out and took it, brought it close to his lips and took a small bite, and said in a steady tone: "One of our operators was fired, and the replacement came from Singapore."

"Were they planted by the British?"

"I didn't dare to investigate further, but it's highly likely."

"Not surprising." Xian Yaowen took a sip of tea, his expression calm. "His salary has already been supplemented considerably; has Du Weiping started using it yet?"

"It's already in use; it requires two rounds of monitoring and recording."

"That's good, it's about time we saw some return on our investment."

Qi Weiwen turned slightly to the side, gently resting her head on his arm. Her eyes were languid and gentle, with a sense of peaceful weariness between her brows. She whispered, "I want to take a nap."

"Okay." Xian Yaowen responded softly, then turned and gave Xie Tingyun a wink.

Before long, a thin fleece blanket was gently draped over Qi Weiwen.

A few minutes later, a stack of documents appeared on the stone table, which Xian Yaowen reviewed and commented on one by one.

Before dusk.

Qi Weiwen left, and Xian Yaowen came downstairs to greet the guests.

The atmosphere at the banquet was far less formal and solemn than that of a wedding feast. Early guests had already joined in the fun, setting up dominoes and mahjong tables on the spot, with shouts and laughter rising and falling, creating a relaxed and lively scene of everyday life.

The scene at the wedding banquet, where guests were waited for at 3 a.m. to take their seats at 8 a.m. and there was still no pig feed at 9 a.m., was a true reflection of the event.

It was 4:30, still early. Guests without a gambling addiction wouldn't arrive this early. Xian Yaowen moved a stool and sat not far behind Xian Yaowu, occasionally getting up to greet the guests.

Before five o'clock, Paulette Goddard and Judy arrived together, followed by Milton Ginder, who had a camera hanging around his neck.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Judy, holding a cocktail, followed Ginder, watching him photograph the newlyweds and guests.

Gao Dai moved a stool and sat next to Xian Yaowen.

She gently swirled the wine in her glass, looking at the watch on Xian Yaowen's wrist with amusement. "What brand is your watch?"

Sin Yiu-man raised his hand and shook it gently. "The brand doesn't matter, it keeps accurate time."

"Sure?"

"Hmm, fifty hours will be completed in fifty hours."

"I hope so." Gao Dai lightly touched the covered bowl in Xian Yaowen's hand with her wine glass. "Come watch the stars with me tonight."

"Would 'Morning Star' work?"

Gao Dai took a sip of her drink and said nonchalantly, "I'll call room service in advance."

"Oysters are not served in the room service at the Peninsula Hotel."

"Ha~" Gao Dai pursed her lips, a playful smile appearing in her eyes, "I hope there won't be any problems with your health."

Sin Yiu-man shrugged and didn't reply.

The two chatted casually, during which several guests arrived and gave Gao Dai strange looks, but only at the foreign woman, not the Hollywood star.

Gao Dai once came to Hong Kong with Chaplin, which caused quite a stir. Many movie fans might find her name familiar, but not her face. Movie fans are more familiar with her face from "Modern Times," and they don't recognize her at all.

But there are exceptions.

Li Mei walked over gracefully, first taking out a cigarette and offering it to Gao Dai, smiling gently: "Ms. Gao Dai, I am your fan."

After saying that, he casually pulled out another cigarette and handed it to Xian Yaowen.

Sin Yiu-man glanced at her sideways and said indifferently, "When have you ever seen me smoke?"

Li Mei awkwardly withdrew her hand, a playful smile on her face: "How would I know if you're still smoking now?"

Sin Yiu-man's expression softened slightly, and his tone became more composed: "Don't rush to chase after celebrities, sit down and chat for a bit."

"Please speak, boss." Li Mei nodded in response, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a leisurely puff.

"The company is about to undergo a major change, and I may step down from my position. Before I do, you should carefully consider your career path. If you are inclined towards management, let me know as soon as possible, and I will make arrangements for you."

"Is Yuan Wenhuai going to officially become a manager?"

"No, I can't tell you too much before things are settled."

Li Mei nodded. "I understand."

"It's nothing, you can continue chasing your idols."

After speaking, Sin Yiu-man stood up and greeted the newly arrived guests, including Lam Sing-leung and other senior executives of Chung Hwa Garment.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he led Qu Ruiyun from Great Wall Woolen Knitting to a quiet corner to talk.

She didn't arrive at the banquet empty-handed; she was pulling a simple handcart behind her, with rows of exquisite cardboard boxes neatly stacked in the cargo bed, arranged with utmost care.

Given the large number of people and the inconvenience of the occasion, the two decided to skip the preamble and get straight to the point.

Qu Ruiyun placed the cardboard boxes on the table one by one, then opened one of them and took out a knitted sweater. "Boss, this is the Marilyn Monroe style. We had a model try it on. It looks especially good on women with big breasts and big butts."

Xian Yaowen chuckled softly, reached out and took the sweater, his fingertips tracing the fine knit pattern as he examined it closely.

Are you married?

"not yet."

Are you being pressured by your family?

"Hurry up."

"You're still young, wait a bit longer. If sales are good in the fall and winter, your year-end bonus this year won't be small. The company will provide you with a car, and you can buy your own apartment. You'll have more options."

Find someone of equal social standing, or someone less capable than you but whom you can control. You manage external affairs, he manages internal affairs; you are the head of the household, and you make the decisions.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sin Yiu-man pointed to the chest area of ​​the sweater, "Put in two more, four more, one black and one white. I need to see the samples before noon tomorrow."

With a flushed face, Qu Ruiyun asked, "Should I take it?"

"Hold it under your chest."

"it is good."

How much inventory do you have?

"Eighteen thousand pieces."

"Hmm, how much of the US military's order has been placed?"

"Thirty-four thousand pieces."

How many people are currently doing work?

"Less than five thousand."

Sin Yiu-man nodded slightly, "Be prepared to rush the orders...around mid-November."

"it is good."

"Go and call Chairman Lin."

After Lin Xingliang arrived, the three of them chatted for a while about the sweater order.

In Europe and America right now, sweaters are in their golden age, a necessity for everyone. As long as you connect with distributors, you can't keep up with the OEM orders.

Sin Yiu-man plans to hire four sweater models—Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly, Lana Turner, and Pauline Goddard—for advertising and marketing to build a brand, with a surge in orders expected soon.

"Ah Liang, come over tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon."

"it is good."

That's all for today. You two can have a couple more drinks later.

After finishing their conversation, Sin Yiu-man returned to his chair, resuming his role as a "tool," a "tool" who was slacking off—he took out his notebook and began brainstorming new sweater designs. (End of Chapter)