Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 40: The garment factory worked overtime, and Shark Kun opened champagne at halftime
Before Lao Li could even reply, he rushed out in two steps, "Ah Shui, Ah Shui, you bastard, where have you been? Arrange for the loading of the goods!"

"Ahai, Ahai, come here."

"Inform the workers that they will work overtime today and will not stop for 24 hours. The factory will provide water and food. After 5 o'clock, the price of each piece will increase by 3 yuan. No, it will increase by yuan."

"Ah? Such a huge increase." Ah Hai looked at Lao Li in surprise. Did this miser drink too much today?

"Go quickly, what are you standing there for? Arrange the materials!"

"Oh oh oh." Ah Hai responded quickly.

"Just 2 cents?" Awei looked at Wang Yaotang in surprise.

"It's a lot. Our clothes are simple. A female worker makes 5 cents for one piece. She can earn about 40 yuan a day. How much do you think it is?" Wang Yaotang said, "This is a British colony. They haven't learned anything else, but they learn quickly by exploiting the workers."

"Britain? Exploiting workers?" Awei, Ajie and Aji all looked at Wang Yaotang with disbelief on their faces.

That's Britain!
A synonym for gentleman, upper class, and aristocracy.

One of the most developed countries in the world.

The hometown of art and scholarship.

The birthplace of modern industry.

It is full of democracy and freedom, and people live and work in peace and contentment. It is the paradise that Hong Kong people most yearn for!
How could there be oppression in Britain?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Daiying’s long-term propaganda in Hong Kong Island has made Hong Kong people extremely yearn for Daiying’s mainland. As the jewel in the Queen’s crown, it is a synonym for all good things.

Wang Yaotang's words were simply treasonous and malicious rumor-mongering.

"Do you want to believe me or the propaganda in the newspaper?" Wang Yaotang glanced at the three of them.

"Uh... of course it's Brother Xinyao, but..." Ajie scratched his head. It was too subversive.

"British textile workers work 18 hours a day and die of exhaustion in three years. 3% of children do not live to the age of five. Because there is no time to take care of them, they feed them opium. By the way, the opium is imported from the Qing Dynasty."

"You think that's the end of it, but you're wrong. Children as young as two years old can go into factories to clean chimneys."

As he was talking, Lao Li came back from outside. Wang Yaotang stopped talking and asked, "How much can be produced by tomorrow morning?"

Lao Li frowned and thought for a while, "More than 4000, the workers will be tired and the efficiency will not be that high."

"Not enough." Wang Yaotang frowned. "How about this? You get familiar with other garment factories and find a few more to work with. I'll take whatever you produce in the next two days and I'll pay you now."

"Ah, this... other factories also have orders. If they cannot complete them on time, they will lose money. How can they have the time?" Lao Li refused without thinking.

"Don't tell me that. I'll charge you 1 yuan for each item." Wang Yaotang was too lazy to listen to this guy's nonsense.

"Brother Yao, I'm serious!" Lao Li suddenly perked up, "One dollar is a little too little, there's no profit to be made. If Brother Yao gets rich, give me some of the spoils."

"Fuck your mother, didn't you have time for an order just now?" Ajie couldn't stand Lao Li's money-conscious face and cursed.

"Hehe, hehe, time? We can always find it if we squeeze it in. It's time to work overtime." Lao Li rubbed his hands with a flattering look on his face.

"Stinky." Ajie was too lazy to look at this bastard.

"If you can't do it, I will take the sample to other companies and ask them in one word whether they can do it or not." Wang Yaotang snorted coldly.

"Do it, do it, Brother Yao, wait for my news. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Lao Li said with a chuckle.

"I'll have someone come pick up the goods tomorrow morning. Now I'm leaving." Wang Yaotang stood up.

"Brother Yao, take care."

……

Nidon Road, Anle Building, Mrs. Ye Clothing Company.

Zhenghang, openly and aboveboard, is about to become the king of erotic clothing in Hong Kong Island, so of course the office location must also keep pace with the times.

The original billiard hall was no longer suitable for him, so he rented an office space in Anle Building early on.

There were dozens of flower baskets placed at the door of the office, some of which were sent by other bigwigs and uncles in the society, and some of which were sent by other societies.

The momentum is huge!

A dozen or so young men stood in a row, reporting loudly on their morning deliveries one by one.

"Big Head Brother from Tsuen Wan, 4000 pieces." "Little Fai Brother from Hop Tu, 3000 pieces."

"Brother Dilong of Lianying Society, 2800 pieces."

"There are 5000 pieces of German characters on the street corners."

"..."

The numbers came out one after another, and the first batch of twelve associations took up more than 5 cases.

Shark Kun laughed and took the champagne handed to him by Blind Hua and began to shake it vigorously.
"呲-"

The wine splashed and everyone cheered.

One by one, the younger brothers grabbed the paper cannons at hand and pulled them down with force, "bang", "bang", "bang".

There were colorful confetti flying all over the room, accompanied by exciting music, a group of people had fun in the office.

"Brother Kun, you are so awesome! All the perverts in Hong Kong and Macau will remember your kindness!"

"Brother Kun is the dirty king. He has left Hong Kong and Macau and is heading to Southeast Asia!"

"Brother Kun has a fashion show every year, what Miss Hong Kong? Eat shit!"

"When I think about those models walking on the catwalk wearing our company's clothes, wow!" One of the younger brothers was so excited that he started rubbing his crotch.

"Fuck your mother." Sha Kun cursed with a smile and kicked him.

"Blind Hua, Blind Hua, call the prettiest people in the stable over here. Let's hold a celebration party in the company today!"

The company held a bank party. I didn't know if it was a financial company... There were ghosts howling and saliva flying everywhere.
Shakun was lying on the armchair, and Luna, who had given him a blowjob in the billiard hall last time, was wearing a nurse's uniform and sitting astride him.

While enjoying himself, Shark Kun glanced around the company lobby. A dozen of his younger brothers were shouting at each other and a fierce competition about higher, faster and stronger was going on.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a younger brother stared at the chaotic scene in the office in amazement. "Fuck your mother, you opened the party without inviting me!"

Seeing the younger brother's look, Shark Kun laughed, "Fei Ying, come here, come here, I'll let you play with the boss's girlfriend later, how is it, how much did you sell?"

"Uh..." Feiying grinned, looking embarrassed.

"Say it." Shark Kun narrowed his eyes, his attention was on Luna. He held Luna's hand and cooperated with her move by move.

"I sold it for more than 2000 yuan."

"Oh, two...how much?" Shark Kun blinked, "More than 2000."

"How many stalls?" Sha Kun still tried to struggle.

"Which...this is all we sell in our more than 100 stalls." Feiying said in a low voice with her head down.

"Impossible!" Sha Kun sat up suddenly. Luna was hit and staggered back two steps and sat on the ground, screaming in pain.

"Call your mother, does it feel good, you stinky bitch?"

Sha Kun shouted, causing all the younger brothers to stop what they were doing and look over.

"I'll make you feel good, I'll make you feel good!" Sha Kun kicked him hard a few times.

“Ahhhh… I’m unhappy. I’m unhappy, Brother Kun.” Luna rolled and crawled.

Sha Kun could never have imagined that his dream of success would be shorter than the martial law in South Korea.

After venting his anger, he just looked at Fei Ying without even putting on his pants, "What's going on? Were the sales pretty good this morning? The sales should have been over 5000!"

"After 10 o'clock, sales suddenly dropped, and after 12 o'clock, it was almost impossible to sell anything."

"How could it be!" Sha Kun's head was buzzing. He rushed to the desk, grabbed the phone and was about to dial out, but after dialing a few numbers, he stopped, squinted his eyes and thought about it, then hung up the phone.

Originally I wanted to ask other clubs how their sales of the goods were going, but what if they were also not good?

In order to maximize profits, the price he offered was three yuan higher than Wang Yaotang's, but Sha Kun promised to give him a return if the goods could not be sold.

Now, is the problem of unsaleable goods just for you or for everyone?

(End of this chapter)