My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 717: The Question is Whether You Can Make a Comeback

Even a seasoned veteran like Lao Fang couldn't understand how Wei Dong managed to turn basketball into a set of moves.

Back in the neighborhood, Wei Dong originally wanted to go next door to chat, but he probably overheard Chow Yun-fat saying he was going to take two days off, because his assistant casually reminded him on the way that he had to be on camera at five o'clock the next morning.
Wei Dong felt embarrassed to go with her, so he said goodbye, went home, put his daughter in bed first, and took the black pearl to the balcony to report to Lao Fang.

“I looked at the letter of intent they signed. It goes without saying that they want to order containers. We can buy scrap containers cheaply. Roller shutters are a good business. Once we get the hang of it, we can sell them in large quantities to the mainland. The most interesting thing is the metal fence of the police station. I didn’t expect that there were police officers among the citizens who came to play ball. This business is worth doing with them.”

Old Fang, who was originally laughing and cursing about what to do with the old shipping container and how he couldn't bear to lose face, suddenly became serious and asked the police what they meant.

Because at this point, apart from Wei Dong, no one else had any environmental awareness.

Nobody cares that the wastewater from those wafer fabs causes significant pollution, and that these areas along the southeast coast are still dumping grounds for foreign waste.

Besides making some money from garbage-dumping ships, various places are also scavenging all sorts of usable items from piles of foreign garbage to resell.

In particular, industries such as electrical appliances, clothing, plastics, and metals have long formed industrial chains.

But Wei Dong's observations came two or three decades later: "I had long wanted to build some buildings of varying heights on the deck of our aircraft carrier to facilitate living, storing things and doing work. Containers are the easiest to use for temporary housing, but now we are short of materials, and containers have a proper use, so we cannot tolerate such waste. However, we can't just slightly repair the old containers used at the dock and quickly pile them up on the deck to create a lot of rooms, which would be more interesting. Once the housing problem in the industrial park is alleviated, we can easily dismantle them and restore the aircraft carrier to its tourist appearance."

Even along the riverbanks and embankments of Shangzhou, container houses could be seen from time to time, often appearing as colorful creative parks.

It matches the current flashy appearance of aircraft carriers quite well.

As for the police, it will only be known 20 or 30 years later that the royal police officers, who are portrayed in countless Hong Kong films as always being loyal to the Queen, are actually a trustworthy and refreshing force.

However, he didn't say on the phone, "The police definitely have to make arrangements, there are so many gangs."

Old Fang was also wary, and knowingly skipped over the question: "Just don't provoke them."

But the key point Wei Dong wanted to report was this: "This weekend I want to take Hong Kong basketball enthusiasts to Guangzhou for a friendly exchange, and maybe even to Pengzhen, to play on the aircraft carrier deck. I don't know if that will violate any regulations."

If you change your boss, they might get annoyed by how much trouble you cause all the time.

They're building an aircraft carrier over there, gathering amateur basketball enthusiasts here, making all sorts of noise from all over the country—all to get you here to boost the economy.

Old Fang would then ask, "What's the significance of this friendly exchange?"

I would also like to emphasize: "Friendly exchanges between Guangdong and Hong Kong are certainly a good thing. What I'm saying is, what's the point of you being so focused? You should have more important work to do."

Wei Dong remained clear-headed: "Now that I have Hong Kong residency, I have to do something to deal with Hong Kong businessmen. I don't want to invest here. My business base is in the mainland, but I have never thought about transferring assets to Hong Kong. I have reported to you that sports projects are a point that I think is very easy to enter in Hong Kong, and it is also an point that is easy to grow and become strong."

Lao Fang didn't understand, nor was he particularly shocked, but he still agreed to let Wei Dong do it.

It's clear from the reports the business managers gave during the day that only someone with such ingenuity can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Wei Dong hung up the phone, satisfied, and turned around, only to be startled by a figure standing silently by the balcony door: "What! What are you doing here!"

Shen Laosan said in a low voice, "I've been looking forward to your visit every day."

Wei Dong stopped mocking her for her clever words and agreed: "What nonsense are you talking about? I have to do something in Hong Kong to make a splash in the mainland, but I'm definitely not going to mingle with gangsters, much less to take on any concubines. Go and get some rest!"

Shen Cuiyue still managed a smile: "When we were in the factory, at least they could look after your place. Now that you've run away, you're useless. I feel really anxious."

Wei Dong was about to kick her back to the bedroom when he heard the noise, but then he looked at her suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong? Did a martial arts expert get humiliated in the martial arts world?"

They shouldn't suffer any losses. Let Wei Dong and Qin Yu Ye return to the mainland. Everyone says that you have to be extremely careful when dealing with gangs. Leave the two younger brothers behind.

Of course, now it seems that Rang Weidong was sincere, while Rang's wife was just a third wheel.

Shen Cuiyue lowered her head and said, "Hesheng asked me for 20,000 Hong Kong dollars this month, and I'm out of money."

Wei Dong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter!
What kind of chivalrous code is this? It's all just relationships bought with money.

More importantly, it seems that Shen Laosan really doesn't have much cash on him!

Since Shen Cuiyue was in charge of the factory from the beginning, which fell under the management category, there was not much income.

Even if she later managed a wildly popular food street in the factory area, she couldn't possibly take any money from it.

Living in the factory area, she certainly didn't need money, and any expenses she needed could be withdrawn from her account.

Even if she moves to Beijing, Shanghai, or Penghu, her family now has a complete financial accounting system, so she will never be poor.

But it happens to be Hong Kong, a secluded and isolated place.

The thought that Qin Yuye had monopolized all the financial power brought Wei Dong's laughter to an abrupt halt, and he couldn't help but touch his waist pouch...

The gun was given to the guard company of the infrastructure regiment for safekeeping. When leaving, Li Xuehong reminded him to take two thousand Hong Kong dollars in cash with him. That was all!

I just paid for my late-night snack, and considering the taxis and meals I took during the day, and how I deliberately paid for everything at the basketball court and club, I barely had any money left. I was already instinctively thinking of asking Shen Laosan for more. This place is too special; isolated from the mainland, it's completely cut off from all ordinary connections.

Wei Dong scratched his head anxiously: "Didn't Xiao Qin leave you a record?"

Shen Cuiyue didn't look up: "Why should she give me money? Even if I starve to death, it's because you don't give me money. What does it have to do with her? She can never be above me."

Wei Dong didn't dare to say that he thought she had given him money, and quietly swallowed: "If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have realized that I didn't have any money here either."

He couldn't help but laugh again, and even unusually leaned closer to tease, "You said you were looking forward to my visit every day, were you hoping I'd bring you money?"

Shen Cuiyue finally looked up and met her gaze, but shook her head with a smile: "You can come, even if you don't have money."

The terrace overlooking Victoria Harbour was unlit, illuminated only by the faint moonlight and the city's afterglow.

The light reflected on Shen Laosan's face seemed to emit a strange glow, making Wei Dong feel as if a string of bells was ringing in his heart.

He couldn't help but touch his head: "Hmm, it was my oversight. What should I do? Should I go back to Pengzhen tomorrow to exchange some money, or should I call Xiao Qin and ask her to find someone to send the money?"

Shen Cuiyue shook her head vigorously: "No, you're here. We can get by even without money."

Seeing her like this, Wei Dong suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

It's been almost four years. After kicking his uncle out of the hospital, Wei Dong made up his mind to start selling cured meat, and he has never been poor again, or at least he is never short of money. He never does anything like cheating someone out of ten yuan to make a hundred or a thousand yuan.

He kept reminding himself not to become poor and destitute again, and to not achieve anything.

At this moment, I actually felt that it didn't matter how poor I was, because this guy probably wouldn't abandon me.

But what he said was unpleasant: "So how have you been these past few days? Immortal... you wouldn't have made Mao'er peel shells, would you?"

Shen Cuiyue didn't get angry or feel humiliated at all. Instead, she smiled broadly and said, "Kick the servants out and dismantle everything upstairs and downstairs to sell!"

Wei Dong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

No wonder I felt like something was missing when I came in, starting from the living room. Thinking back, the TV was gone, the stereo was gone, and the window air conditioner that's popular in Hong Kong these days was gone... Right, there's only a hole left for the window unit on the balcony facing the interior.

Anyway, I was thinking about the three siblings with Xiaodie...

The sight of them sneakily taking things to sell made Wei Dong laugh so hard he almost fell over, until his stomach hurt.

He staggered, turned around, and leaned against the railing, laughing with complete relaxation.

The oppressive feeling I'd had for the past few months, stemming from being in the cloud, has completely vanished.

Even after a lot of fuss at home with my two kids, my mood remains the same after the post-coital period.

But now it seems to have completely disappeared.

Wei Dong was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face that he had to lie down on the beach chair behind him and rub his stomach, which really hurt.

Old Shen also came over and sat down on the side, reaching out to gently rub his hands: "Now that you're here, you can sell the car and the house. As long as you give me even a little chance to make a comeback, I'll definitely be able to gain momentum."

Hey, hey, hey, you can say whatever you want, but why did you reach for your crotch like that!

When Wei Dong heard that he was selling cars and houses, he couldn't stop laughing. He quickly turned around, laughing so hard, that he actually thought the idea was pretty good!
Shen Cuiyue had already followed him and lay down on her side, pressing against him from behind without saying a word.

This reminded Wei Dong of a joke about which university's logo had been used in the past, and he couldn't help but laugh even harder!
It's like your laughter nerves are completely activated, everything is funny, and you have no strength to resist.

It took him a while to finally turn around and remove Shen Laosan from his body.

Unexpectedly, this white plastic beach chair had become rotten from being exposed to the sun and rain for too long. With two people squeezed in, and him flipping and moving around like that, it immediately fell apart!
Just as Wei Dong turned around, he and Shen Cuiyue fell face to face and tumbled together.

Right? When people fall or encounter other unexpected situations, they instinctively grab onto or hold onto whatever is nearby.

Suddenly embracing like this, Shen Cuiyue let out a soft cry and pressed her lips to his...

At that moment, only the image of the tunnel boring machine came to mind vividly for Wei Dong.

Even more agile were the hands that tightly hugged her waist, rapidly moving and kneading her back, clearly applying pressure to acupoints with great skill.

It was so comfortable and relaxing that Wei Dong, who was so eager to push it away, couldn't help but pause.

But in just a short while, my back started to feel warm. Hey, it's really getting going...

Startled, Wei Dong quickly pushed him away, saying, "I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. Your tricks are too weird."

(End of this chapter)