My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 915 To Practice, You Have to Leave Your Comfort Zone
In fact, according to the information exchanged by the police after they became familiar with the situation, Wei Dong and his group have been carrying out large-scale construction on the narrow waist of Pengzhen Bay behind the West District Wharf for the past two years.

From the semiconductor factory at one end to the residential area, speaker factory, and headphone factory on this side, a row of factory buildings has been built like the Great Wall.

It blocked the route for TD passengers to travel from the desolate mountains to the top of the pier.

The number of TD passengers swimming across from here has decreased significantly month by month.

In the western part of Hong Kong, the main focus should be on preventing ships from Southeast Asia from entering the region.

I'm still a bit puzzled as to what effective methods they used on the mainland.

In reality, it was just a change from the original journey over mountains and valleys to walking through bustling factory streets and even passing by a brightly lit aircraft carrier park.

Many people will weigh the pros and cons before deciding whether it's worth risking their lives.

Even if you swim several kilometers, you still have to work hard and strive to change your life.

TD is because they see no hope, and what they see right now is the life they yearn for.
Many people who had traveled long distances to find their way here quietly walked into the factory along the street.

It is considered one of the company's best human resources departments, alongside the library on the aircraft carrier.

So Wei Dong didn't discriminate against TD customers, but was a little surprised: "Are there people from the Southwest region here too? What can you do for them?"

Hu Yongbin, who was short and thin with dark skin, vigorously wiped the dirt off his face: "I don't know either. My friend... said he would bring me here to make a fortune, but he didn't swim ashore."

Wei Dong suddenly noticed that the left hand was only half a palm.

Just like back then, his ring finger and little finger, along with part of the palm edge, were all gone.

But the other party seemed to realize that they had been exposed, and quickly withdrew their hand and hid it behind their back.

Instead of asking any questions, Wei Dong called over the Taoist priest and gestured for him to get into their car: "You don't have any identification documents, so come along and learn first. We'll talk about it later."

Hu Yongbin looked up as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated and then lowered his head to say yes.

I was then led into the car by a Taoist priest who could understand my southwestern accent. They had Taoist robes and T-shirts to change into.

After letting Wei Dong and the others walk away, he instructed the others: "Take them to the basketball court at the dock to do some work first, see what their character is like, and try to get some information out of them."

There are usually two or three Taoist priests there who are responsible for fortune telling and divination. Yuan Yuanzi is a resident fortune teller.

The Taoist priest left to carry out his orders, and Qin Yuye noticed, "It seems like he has a missing piece on his hand?"

Wei Dong raised his hands and demonstrated: "In the mainland now, people call each other 'disabled,' but the term 'disability' isn't popular, and people don't really care about the feelings of disabled people. Let's go. If I don't hear anything in two more days, I'll go back to Jiangzhou."

His wife adorably gestured with her hands, then skipped along, saying, "Third Sister said she wants to go back with you, so I'll go to Citibank..."

As a result, the two had only been at the construction site of the water sports training center, which was three or four kilometers away by the sea, for a short while.

The mobile phone then received a long-distance call from Wu Shengyun: "The first batch of 120 Cherokees has arrived at Pengzhen West District Wharf. According to the procedures, the goods belonging to HK Cherokee Import and Export Trading Co., Ltd. have been temporarily stored."

To make Wei Dong happy, he prepared to jump up and run.

Qin Yuye took the lead in cheering: "All the men are watching you. As the president of the Windsurfing Association, you should at least give a demonstration!"

Kemp and his friends came to see the new training center after their training session and started fooling around without a care in the world.

Wei Dong had just been persuaded to change into a one-piece swimsuit, put on gloves, and dawdled about trying out a windsurfing board. Now, if he heard anyone interrupting, he would definitely run away as fast as he could.

Li Yue'e didn't dare to say a word, but she craned her neck with anticipation. Qin Yuye even pointed at her and said, "Look, look, we can't let our top female general down, right? You have to support her with all your might, don't you?"

Wei Dong could only sigh inwardly; being the president of the basketball club was easy, but being a windsurfer was truly difficult.

Turning around, Shen Cuiyue, who was squatting on the shore, looked worried.

Having grown up by the Yangtze River, Shen Laosan is not only easily frightened when flying, but also reluctant to swim. When asked, he said that his family name was originally Shen, and swimming was considered unlucky.

I used to feel dizzy riding a speedboat on the river, but now I just sit on the shore and watch the excitement.

The construction of that prefabricated water training center was incredibly fast. The machinery cleared the shoreline in two or three days, and then a crane lifted up a bunch of materials to assemble them.

With a steel frame as its core, a large number of floor-to-ceiling glass doors and windows are ready-made assembly components.

The goal was to quickly obtain approval and certification from the Windsurfing Association, and then have Sun Yat-sen University obtain the necessary qualifications for supporting higher education institutions, so that they could swiftly obtain construction permits for the seaside villa area.

So today is the day that Li Yue'e and her team came to Anza for testing and training.

At the end of the 10-20 meter long boardwalk, there is a viewing platform and a wind vane, the kind that looks like a clown's pointed hat, which is bulging in the wind.

Normally, you don't feel the wind when you're walking along the shore, but once you pull up one of those triangular sails that lie flat in the water, it shoots right out!

The group of sailors who came with Li Yue'e were all professional experts, and they all used professional large sails that were more than two people tall.

Every time you test board it, it's accompanied by a whooshing sound of wind and a spray of water, like a sports car starting up!
They even specially found a beginner-level sail for the president, which was only a little over a meter tall. Just showing it off made Qin Yuye laugh uncontrollably.

Because she swims at home every day, and she also often plays with these things at the beach downstairs with Li Yue'e.

Wei Dong doesn't actually participate in swimming much.

Before, with a missing arm, he couldn't even paddle; now he can barely flounder. Now he's getting VIP treatment: someone stands in the water to hold the board on either side so he can get on, then a whole group helps him set up the sail, constantly explaining and demonstrating how to turn the sail to catch the wind…

It felt like the entire sailboard was being held back by seven or eight people before it was handed over to the chairman.

One of the coaches, who spoke Mandarin, clearly asked the chairman, "Do you understand?"

As soon as Wei Dong nodded, everyone probably couldn't hold on any longer and let go. With a "biu" sound, the windsurfing board shot out and slammed into the water with great force!

Several windsurfing boards chased after them and surrounded the president, urging him to climb up!
For the first time, Wei Dong felt how tiring it was to be a lord, with so many subordinates, especially highly skilled ones, urging him to step up.

I had no choice but to climb back onto the board with the fallen sail. The surface of this thing was actually quite rough, but it was convenient to scramble around when it got wet.

As a result, he climbed up but no one helped him, so he lost his balance and fell. He climbed up again, even though it was in the middle of the sea, more than ten meters away from the shore.

Wearing a life vest, Wei Dong could only rely on his good physical strength and abundant energy to climb repeatedly...

My knees and elbows, which were scraped from pulling on the windsurfing board, were quickly scraped and were sore from being soaked in seawater!

The rope used to pull the sail up from the seawater was even rougher; without special gloves, you'd be guaranteed to get cuts and scrapes.

The moment the pain hit, Wei Dong even wondered what the hell he was doing!

Why would a perfectly good billionaire have to suffer like this...?

But just looking at his hands reminded me of that dark, skinny guy I met that afternoon.

Both injured their hands, but he hid in the comfort zone of the tax compound and hadn't left for forty years, while the other at least dared to risk his life...

Have I been retreating into my comfort zone again these past two years?

So instead, he became more and more composed, getting up after every fall, falling and getting up repeatedly.

The waves and wind direction are unpredictable, requiring constant identification of wind direction and speed, as well as consideration of the sail angle and the direction of the board nose.

Maintaining balance between the body and the sail requires a high level of core and limb strength.

Extremely strenuous.

But these lightning-fast experts kept rushing past, urging and instructing, "Get up! Hold on! Turn around!"
So until nightfall, God knows how many times Wei Dong fell.

You can't actually glide very far; you just keep falling.

Finally, he collapsed on the board, completely exhausted, and was led back by someone on the board, like an ambulance stretcher.

Those who had been playing and laughing on the shore, watching Wei Dong suffer a setback, were shocked to see that his elbows and knees were covered in blood and gore.

There was absolutely no playful expression on their faces.

Everyone probably felt that the boss was ruthless enough, so ruthless to himself, which made everyone even more hopeful for the future.

They worked together silently, lifting their lord up, rinsing him with fresh water, and then loading him onto the cart.

Shen Laosan grimaced, but held back his emotions and applied the medicine to the affected area.

Wei Dong managed to keep a straight face, laughing and joking as he told the basketball team to get ready. They were going to Malaysia in a few days for an exhibition game, and after that, they would go to Citibank. The windsurfing team would also come along, combining the game with a trip!
Everyone immediately screamed with joy.

Once Qin Yuye had fully displayed her boss lady demeanor and started the car, several cars drove off together, causing Wei Dong to start screaming in pain.

Shen Laosan was in tears, but Qin Yuye was still smiling while looking in the rearview mirror: "I think it's great. Only at times like this do you act like a child. You're usually too busy and serious. Relax a bit. Aren't you just waiting for 'God of Gamblers' to be released? Let's go see the movie tomorrow night."

Indeed, it's impossible to move today.

My whole body was so tired it felt like it was about to shut down, and it was also burning with pain.

Back home, all he could do was lie sprawled out in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, outlining to Zhang Jinsong and the others the purpose of their trip to Malaysia to play golf.

Smuggler Chen Wenliang was also called over by Shen Cuiyue: "I thought you weren't going to talk to me about business. You've really messed up the film gang."

He was from Xin'an, but in the 1970s it was said to be the largest Xin'an in Hong Kong, which had long been divided into dozens of gangs and countless leaders.

Chen Wenliang, who was involved in smuggling, had absolutely no connection with that side.

Wei Dong lay there, slumped over, saying, "What can I do? These are the people I signed. If he wants them, he can just drive over and ram them, or bring several cars full of people to rob them? We have to beat them until they hurt, otherwise they'll come back without any real pain. These actors could be threatened at any time."

Chen Wenliang also slumped on the sofa, took a cigar that his wife had roasted, and Wei Dong curiously followed suit, mainly because Qin Yuye said it would give him a more powerful negotiating feel.

Wei Dong pointed to the people in the next living room who were engrossed in video games and a few golfers playing cards: "You immediately send someone to Pengzhen West District Wharf, get the foreign trade company's documents to pick up two Cherokees, and deliver them to Sabah, Malaysia for us. We'll use them for advertising and sales. Do you have any connections to sell them there?"

Chen Wenliang, who had already sold nearly ten Dodge minivans to Wei Dong, finally had his eyes light up: "Of course, how much?"

Wei Dong made the decision: "HK$88,000 FOB price, brand new, I have as many as you want!"

They're using the people of Southeast Asia as practice targets first.

(End of this chapter)