History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 274 Conscience
He Dingxian put a Hong Kong dollar on the counter and said to the waiter: "Miss, pay the bill."

"Thank you, Mr. He." The waiter found out the change.

Shi Ping watched him accept the money, turned around and walked out of the restaurant, and suddenly called: "He sir."

"what happened?"

He Dingxian turned around and asked.

Shi Ping stood up and said, "The item you want is out of stock, but I can try to ask for it."

"Thank you."

He Dingxian showed a smile.

Seeing him turn around and leave without paying any attention, Shi Ping became more determined in his heart.In the evening, Shi Ping found Mai Jingtao and reported He Dingxian's purchase list to the behind-the-scenes boss, and finally said: "The price given by Sir He is very good."

Mai Jingtao leaned on the sofa, held a glass of red wine in his hand, and exhaled: "How tall?"

"It's three times higher than the military's shipping price, and the specifics can be discussed." Shi Ping tried to figure out He Dingxian's tone in the afternoon, and said: "And the quantity of goods must not be small, and one batch of goods can at least earn hundreds of thousands. "

"It's just that the goods are going to be sold to Southeast Asia."

Mai Jingtao sneered: "It's best sold in Nanyang."

"That is the territory of the Governor of Nanyang, and it is not under my control."

Shi Ping reminded: "Mai sir, the situation in Nanyang is in full swing and we cannot be optimistic."

Mai Jingtao sneered and said, "It's none of my business whether they live or die. According to the news from the Political Department, He Dingxian asked for leave for two days, probably to go north, and most likely to discuss arms business. If we don't sell now, we won't in the future." Opportunity sold."

"The people in arms are already selling goods, but the channels are different from ours. If you ask them to get a batch of goods, why don't you make money for nothing?"

Shi Ping nodded and said, "Then I'll go get in touch with people from the military."

McIntosh took a sip of wine: "Okay."

In the past few days, there have been too many troubles, and finally there is good news.How could he care about the affairs of other colonies when even the power of the police force was taken away?The colony reports to the governor, and the governor reports to the ancestral home. There is no relationship of affiliation or affiliation between the colonies.

Does the governor of Nanyang pay him a salary?

No?

He is not allowed to fish by himself!
"Raise the price as much as possible."

"He sir, I can sell you weapons and body armor."

the next day.

morning.

Shi Ping called the operation department and said bluntly: "However, the price needs to be [-]% of the original price. I guarantee the quality of the goods, and I will give you a few more bulletproof vests."

"I'm sorry, Boss Shi."

He Dingxian smiled and said: "I have already contacted the new boss, if there is no suitable price, there is no need to pick up the goods from you."

Shi Ping knew it was He Dingxian's bargaining skills as soon as he heard it, but considering that He Dingxian might find a new way out, he pondered for a while and said: "The price is according to what you said earlier, a light machine gun is [-] Hong Kong dollars, a heavy machine gun is [-] Hong Kong dollars. Two cents a round."

"Bulletproof vest."

He Dingxian asked.

Shi Ping said with a smile: "For every 20 Hong Kong dollars in goods, one piece will be given away for free. Buy and get free, isn't that interesting?"

"That's great!" He Dingxian became interested, and joked: "You can't fool me with the junk on the battlefield, right?"

"As long as there is a problem with the goods that come out of me, they will be replaced." Shi Ping said: "Not only the bulletproof vests are brand-new goods that are currently in service, but the firearms are also stock equipment that have never been on the battlefield."

During World War II, there were indeed a large number of weapons in stock, too late to go to the battlefield.Later, they were all stored in the warehouses of the garrisons in various places. The police depots only had handed over light weapons, but the garrison warehouses had everything.Don't ask where the goods in the ghost's hands come from.

The question is to collect waste.

"I'll think about it." He Dingxian was already very excited, because the prices of light and heavy machine guns and ammunition were already under expectations.If it can’t be used up in Southeast Asia, it can be profitable if it is resold to Southeast Asia.

And if you buy enough 20 Hong Kong dollars, you will get a bulletproof vest.Although the body armor has not been sold directly, the military has already shipped it.

Shi Ping said: "He sir, there is no second source of goods in East Asia, and the price is cheaper than ours. If there is, it will definitely not be sold in Southeast Asia. You should understand how difficult it is for inland goods to pass customs."

He began to threaten with outside tricks.

He Dingxian laughed and said, "Hehe, since Boss Shi said so, it's okay for the sake of our cooperation for many years. Seventy light machine guns, twenty heavy machine guns, 40 rounds of bullets, and a few boxes of grenades. I can gather enough goods for [-]."

"Is it worth it?"

Shi Ping smiled and said, "No problem, Sir He."

"OK, people from Yiqun Company will deliver the goods to you. Let's try the first batch of goods to see if they work well. If they don't work well, then there's no need to talk." He Dingxian said in an arrogant tone.Shi Ping said: "Don't worry, Sir He."

"I'm all in long-term business, focusing on a customer experience. In this way, I make the decision and personally give you a bulletproof vest for your use."

He Dingxian felt cursed, but considering the high value of a body armor, he still agreed with a smile: "Thank you."

"Snapped."

He hung up the phone and curled his lips: "The ghost is really as expected, and the benefits are greater than the sky."

Mai Jingtao knew that the arms were sold to Nanyang, and every bullet would destroy the foundation of British rule in Nanyang, but he still chose to sell the arms, which is extremely short-sighted at present.But from Mai Jingtao's standpoint, there is really no loss in selling the arms. Could it be that a little firepower can defeat the Nanyang garrison?impossible!Those police officers who rushed to the street have received their wages. Not only do they not need to pay wages, but they also don't need to pay pensions.

He didn't pull the trigger either.

About his bird?

The reason why He Dingxian contacted Shi Ping was because he was certain that Shi Ping would let go.

When Jiang Tiansheng and Boss Shi began to pay for the goods, a fishing boat slowly docked at the Xiamen pier. A young man in a Chinese tunic suit and holding an umbrella stood at the pier and asked, "Is that Mr. He?"

A red stick from Chao Yiyong and a red stick from an old man walked out of the cabin first, holding umbrellas and wearing black shirts.

He Dingxian was dressed in a suit, bent down and walked out of the cabin, hurriedly stepped on the stone steps, boarded the pier, and shook hands with the greeter: "Hello, hello."

Seeing his enthusiasm and kindness, the young man felt a little uncomfortable, and said shyly, "Mr. He, hello."

"I am a staff member of Jimei University. I am here to welcome you on behalf of President Chen. Welcome to Ludao for inspection."

He Dingxian sailed directly into Fujian Province by boat at the typhoon shelter wharf. First, for the sake of political security, to avoid leaving entry and exit records. Second, it is very convenient to come by sea.Of course, this requires Mr. Chen to say hello in advance, otherwise, the fishing boat will be driven away by the customs early.

"you are welcome."

He Dingxian said: "I'm here to study."

"Hehe." The young man held up an umbrella and asked him to get in the car.

"Thank you."

He Dingxian got on a "Wanguo" truck, and the truck drove all the way into Jimei Club, passed a sign of "Jimei School Village", and drove into the university campus.Due to the patter and light rain, there were not many students on the campus road.

Occasionally, I saw a few people, all holding books, coming and going in a hurry.

The truck stopped in front of a two-story school building. Two clerks raised their umbrellas, walked out of the eaves, and went forward to hold umbrellas for the guests.

"Slow down, Mr. He."

The two red sticks who were originally in charge of holding the umbrella had already covered the rain on their heads before the umbrella was held up, which made the two of them quite astonished.

He Dingxian had the feeling of returning to his hometown in a beautiful clothes. He came to the eaves and faced an old gentleman, bent down and shook hands, and said, "Principal Chen, I have been admiring you for a long time."

Mr. Chen is over seventy years old, wearing a pair of glasses and a Chinese tunic suit. His figure is a little stooped, but he is still in good spirits. He came up to shake hands with him and said, "Mr. He, please come inside."

Although Mr. Chen has handed over the management of the school he founded to the state, as the school owner who funded the establishment of Jimei and Xiamen University, the students and teachers in the school will still honorably call him "the school owner".

The school building where Mr. Chen lives now has two floors, with a single floor of less than [-] square meters in front. In the past, the first floor was the principal's office, and the second floor was the principal's office.Since Mr. Chen returned to the country for a long time, he needed to reserve two rooms to receive some important officials, so the entire main building of the school was given to Mr. Chen for use.

He Dingxian sat down on the wooden chair in the living room, and found that the main building of the school was really simple and pitiful, except for basic furniture, a calendar, and a bookcase, there was nothing superfluous.There was even a bowl of side dishes being served in a basin. It was hard to imagine that the owner of the room was a wealthy businessman.

"Mr. Chen, I took the liberty to visit. In addition to what I brought to the school, I also specially packed a special product of Yuen Long for you." He Dingxian took a paper bag from Ma Zai's hand. The paper bag was slightly wet with water, but it did not Did not seep into the bag.

"This is Yuen Long's wife cake, Principal Chen can try it." He put the paper bag on the table, untied the rope and spread it out.

Mr. Chen said with a wry smile, "Mr. He has put his heart into it."

"But I don't have anything to entertain guests here except a cup of thin tea and a few candies."

He said with emotion: "You can't get used to the old man's meal, but I specifically told you that the school cafeteria will open a small stove for you. You can't have a bowl of rice when guests come, right?"

"This is outrageous!"

He Dingxian could tell that Mr. Chen was an open-minded person, in other words, he had enjoyed everything and knew the colorful world outside.However, out of ideals, he is willing to live a simple life.He will save himself, but he will never ask others, and he is very polite.

Be strict with yourself and be lenient to others.

In fact, Mr. Chen is not short of money, because his business in Nanyang has not gone bankrupt, but has been handed over to his son-in-law.His son-in-law is one of the top ten richest people in Nanyang. He not only inherited and founded the rubber kingdom, but also the founder of Nanyang Chinese Merchant Bank and the current chairman of the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

And in Nanyang, he continues to devote himself to educational public welfare undertakings, founded a school like his father-in-law, and will be the first president of the National University of Singapore in the future.

Mr. Chen's open-mindedness and public morality are not derived from simplicity. On the contrary, they are noble virtues that have been rich in material since childhood, shrewd and capable, and born out of love after seeing a lot of suffering.Fu Changconscience, most of the time it describes not a class, but a more specific individual.Because classes have no conscience, but some people do.

(End of this chapter)