In the evening, at the theater in Castles Bay.
Ah Qing leaned her head on Wu Shiyao's shoulder, her body plump.
Wu Shiyao's thoughts drifted.
The four major families, Hong Kong, Jiu Long, Ma You Di, and Sha Sha Shui, controlled the entire Hong Kong's goods. There was also the Walled City of Jiu Long, which had always minded its own business.
By occupying the Walled City of Nine Dragons, they would be able to secure a stable position in the central army. It would not be easy for them to win over others.
Now, Wu Shiyao appeared out of nowhere and swept across the territory with the excuse that Fatty Chao did not know the rules.
Xin Yi 'an was speechless. Yan Tong could not do anything about Lei Luo, whose father-in-law was Sir Zhou. Not only did he take the ferry to work every day, but he also could not do anything.
A higher rank can crush people. Are you dead?
After sending Ah Qing back at night, their relationship warmed up quickly as they hugged Wu Shiyao's neck.
"Then next time…When are you coming to find me?"
"In two days. Remember to wash up.”
"You're so annoying…I'll be leaving then."
He turned his head three times with every step he took and saw Ah Qing enter the house. Wu Shiyao took a taxi back to the villa. He did not expect someone to be waiting for him!
"Brother, this person has been waiting for you for a day.”Hao came downstairs.
Big Wei, Small Wei, and Dumb Seven were playing Pai Gow with a pile of money on the table.
When they saw Wu Shiyao return, they all stood up.
"Big brother."
"Brother Yao, you're back."
In the living room, a short man with a briefcase and a pair of black-rimmed glasses sat. When he saw Wu Shiyao come back, he stood up and rubbed his hand against his tattered suit.
"Hello, Mr. Wu, I am Changjiang plastic, my name is Li Jiacheng.”
Li Jiacheng? Li Jiacheng!
At this time, Li Jiacheng had just received 50,000 yuan from his cousin Zhuang Yueming. Wasn't he selling his plastic flowers in Shau Kei Wan?
In front of him.
This skinny, dark, and skinny man was the future richest Chinese man, Li Jiacheng! Do you dare to believe it?
"Who gave you my address?"
They had just moved to the villa in Mongjiao. Only Lei Luo knew about this place.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Woo. I was the one who asked someone to ask about Inspector Lei... If I've been presumptuous, I apologize."
Li Jiacheng quickly rubbed his hand against his tattered suit.
"Chaozhou people?"
"Brother, are you also from the same hometown? What a coincidence. Jiacheng is from Chaozhou in Guangdong…"
Wu Shiyao gestured for Li Jiacheng to sit down, lit a cigarette, and continued,"You're staying at Uncle Zhuang Jing 'an's house now, right?”
Li Jiacheng's eyes flashed with surprise.
"I can't hide it from brother. I'm a poor family who wants to make a living and start from scratch.”
Poor people? Start from scratch?
"Zhuang Jing 'an is one of the top watch merchants in Hong Kong. Your cousin Zhuang Mingyue is knowledgeable, compassionate and reasonable.”
Even Superman had his moments of dishonesty.
Li Jiacheng scratched his head and pushed up his glasses.
"It has nothing to do with me. I came from the mainland. Fortunately, Uncle appreciated me. I can't disappoint him.”
It was true that Li Jiacheng was poor in his early years.
However, it was also good to have a big tree to rely on. He said that he had 7000 US dollars to establish the Yangtze River plastic factory, but in fact, this money was all paid by his father-in-law.
Don't believe in those rich people who sell themselves miserably after success. The primitive accumulation of capitalists was usually bloody, and they also had unknown methods.
The Zhuang family was a wealthy family in Hong Kong, a scholarly family, and the honorary president of the Chaozhou Association. When he was in Guangdong, he was already the manager of a silver company. Ever since he established the Zhongnan Watch Company, built factories, invested in the floor shops, bought uncompleted buildings, and took over the watch distribution rights of Ruishi, his business was booming.
This was called starting from scratch?
As for He Hongshen? In his early years, he broke into Haojiang and boasted that he started from ten yuan.
Who was the richest man in Hong Kong? He Hongshen's uncle, He Gantang!
Unfortunately, He Liangzai was penniless now. His father, He Shiguang, failed in his venture and fled to Siam. His life and death were unknown.
However, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Under his uncle's manipulation, He Hongshen jumped into the comprador class of the western powers with a recommendation letter.
What was the comprador class?
It was a businessman who carried out two-way trade between the Dragon Country and the West. To put it bluntly, he was called a fake foreigner. He used the information imbalance to make money and earn money from both sides.
Of course, the Gambling King was also very good at building relationships, especially with the upper echelons.
However…
Since Lei Luo had introduced Li Jiacheng, he must have something to ask of him.
"Why are you looking for me?"
Li Jiacheng took out a plastic flower from his briefcase.
Ah Hua, who had just finished taking care of Little Zai, came down from upstairs and was instantly attracted by the plastic flower in Li Jiacheng's hand!
"Wow, beautiful flowers! Brother Yao, this will look good in the villa!”
"This is for your sister." Li Jiacheng steered the boat with the wind.
Ah Hua reached out and retracted her hand. She looked at Wu Shiyao and did not dare to take it.
"This is for you, Ah Hua."
"Thank you, Brother Yao!"
With that, she happily went upstairs.
As Li Jiacheng spoke, he took out 20,000 Hong Kong dollars from his briefcase.
"Mr. Yao, this is 20,000 Hong Kong dollars. It's not much. It's a token of appreciation from Jiacheng.”
Wu Shiyao took a bundle of hunchbacks and pulled them with his thumb. The paper used by the Standard Chartered Bank was made of the US's acid free paper. This kind of acid free paper was soft to the touch and could not be faked.
At the very least, he could not fake it now.
He shifted his gaze and stared at Li Jiacheng. Suddenly... A bold idea was brewing in his mind.
Lei Luo also had a rent collector, Lard Boy.
As the behind-the-scenes big boss, he could have more territory in the future. There were hundreds or thousands of stalls. Was he supposed to run errands every day to collect rent? What a joke.
Li Jiacheng had a bright mind, he did things flawlessly, he was bold and meticulous! And the banker's back.
Wasn't this the most suitable candidate?!
"Mr. Wu, I want to put my plastic flowers in your stall. Don't worry, this 20,000 yuan is for exploring the road. In the future, when the plastic flowers make money, I will give you this amount every month.”
Li Jiacheng raised five fingers.
Fifty thousand.
Wu Shiyao smiled.
This kid really had the talent to make money. He had actually set his sights on the thirty plus stalls that Wu Shiyao had snatched from Fatty Super!
(7 more! She could ask for some flowers…Pain in the cervical spine…)
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