Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi.

Chapter 215 If I Don't Give It, You Can't Take It

Zheng Jirong knew what Kazuo Kusagari had in mind.

He just wants Nanako to stay with him for a few more days, hoping that after getting along for a while, Nanako can replace Amei in his heart.

As for this kind of sugar-coated bullets, Zheng Jirong has always been open to anyone who comes.

Just finish eating the icing and then hit the cannonball back.

So he agreed without hesitation for long, and even asked Nanako to go fishing together sometimes. His cruise ship was big and long.
After the two chatted for a while, Kazuo Kusagari took Nanako and left first. Looking at the old guy's hurry, he probably had a lot of troubles waiting for him to solve in Japan.

Not long after they left, there was a knock on the office door again, and Ding Qing opened the door and walked in alone.

"Mr. Zheng, your company is really big. Zicheng and I just took a look around. We didn't expect that in addition to property logistics, it is also involved in the bus and tram industry."

After hearing his sigh, Zheng Jirong smiled and said nothing. In fact, the profits of the tram business he and Big D jointly run have been declining. Not long ago, the Hong Kong government implemented profit control, limiting the annual return rate of their tram company. More than 16%, the tram business that could have been making a lot of money every month now can only be said to be better than nothing.

Now he and Jimmy have decided to invest all the money earned from the property tram into the logistics industry and build multiple logistics centers in Hong Kong and Macao Bay, Shenzhen Zhujiang and other places.

Moreover, because of the declining profitability of the tram company, he has recently planned to open another company, but he has not yet decided what to do.

After signaling Ding Qing to take a seat, Zheng Jirong threw him a cut cigar and asked lightly: "You said before that President Shi had something to say and asked you to bring it to me so that I can listen to it."

Ding Qing lit the cigarette butt and said: "During the handover ceremony with Liansheng's speaker, I met Ms. Gianna from the high table. If I guessed correctly, she should have come to Mr. Zheng specifically to chat with her, right?"

"Yes," Zheng Jirong nodded: "She invited me to join the Twelve Council, and told me that High Table's first mainland hotel in Asia was located on Hong Kong Island, and she hoped that Lian Sheng and I would be fully responsible."

Seeing that he revealed all the information without hiding anything, Ding Qing couldn't help but be stunned. He then smiled and said: "Haha, Mr. Zheng."

"Since you are an overseas Chinese, you can be considered half of Z country. Just call me Brother Rong."

"Brother Rong?"

Ding Qing looked at the face opposite him that was much younger than him, and couldn't help but curse Xiba a few times in his mind. However, thinking of the president's instructions to him, he still said honestly: "Ah haha, Brother Rong is really refreshing. , in this case I will tell you directly."

He pulled his body closer to Zheng Jirong and said solemnly: "Brother Rong, please give up this position to us in Kinmen!"

As soon as the words fell, the room suddenly became quiet.

"Da da da."

Zheng Jirong leaned on the edge of the sofa with his arms stretched out, tapping the sofa lightly with his fingers.

He looked at Ding Qing who looked serious and asked, "What's the benefit?"

"One hundred million in cash," Ding Qing raised a finger and then continued: "Plus the friendship of our Kinmen Group."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong smiled lightly and said, "You're not talking about Korean won, are you?"

"Hong Kong dollars, as long as you refuse Gianna, this money can be remitted to you at any time."

"One hundred million Hong Kong dollars."

Zheng Jirong clicked Ding Qing with his cigarette finger, and said with emotion: "It seems that you Kinmen have made a lot of money following those chaebols in the past few years, and you can withdraw [-] million in cash at any time."

Ding Qing said confidently: "The entire underground world of Seoul is dominated by the Kinmen family. Even if the chaebols want to do business, they have to look at our eyes and seek cooperation with us, Kinmen. [-] million in cash is nothing."

After Zheng Jirong heard this, he felt funny and touched his chin. What did the chaebol look at them?This bastard really dares to brag.

To put it bluntly, the Kinmen Group is just doing dirty work for the chaebols in Seoul. At best, it will throw a few bones for them to chew after finishing the work.

Zheng Jirong, who has a net worth of several billions, wants to spend [-] million in cash all at once, but he has to drain the cash flow of several branches. Why do they in Kinmen want to slap him in the face and pretend to be fat?

However, it can also be seen that the old guy Shi Dongchu attaches great importance to the high table council seat.

After thinking for a while, Zheng Jirong chewed his teeth and said, "Actually, I really don't care about the High Table Council. It's just that when people come to Hong Kong Island from across the ocean to invite me, I can't refuse them directly."

"It's okay, Brother Rong. If you can't speak, I can help you."

Ding Qing stared at Zheng Jirong and said sincerely: "This position is very important to us in Kinmen. As long as you can give it to us, both President Shi and I will be grateful to you."

"If you come to Seoul to do business in the future, we in Kinmen will open the door to facilitate you and fully support you."

Zheng Jirong shook his head disdainfully after hearing this. What business can be done in Seoul? Where can he start a trainee company?

Moreover, Seoul and Japan in this era are different. Japan is now in the heyday of the Showa era, and all kinds of Showa beauties emerge in endlessly, but Seoul
Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong waved his hand directly and said: "Forget it, I have no interest in your friendship with the Kinmen Group. It's just that I have to spend a few days thinking about the Asian seat on the High Table Council. If I am sure that it is not needed, I will I’ll leave it to you.”

"Brother Rong."

Ding Qing looked at the casual man across from him, paused and said, "Since you are not interested in this seat, then you might as well go directly."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zheng Jirong raising his hand.Zheng Jirong put down his raised hand, stared at him expressionlessly and said word by word: "Go back and tell your president and the plutocrats behind you Kinmen."

"Let them remember that what I give to you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you can't steal it."

After saying that, seeing Ding Qing's serious face in front of him, Zheng Jirong smiled and said, "Do you have any more questions?"

Ding Qing took a puff of cigarette silently, then shook his head and said, "No more, I won't bother you this time, Brother Rong."

"Eh," Zheng Jirong said with a smile, "It's just a small matter. Speaking of which, I'm quite interested in you guys in Kinmen. I will go to Seoul to visit you when I have time."

"Then it's a deal. If Brother Rong comes, I will definitely invite the most popular movie star in Seoul to serve you."

"Movie star?"

"Yes, have you heard of Li Yingai?"

"Well, it sounds familiar. Let's talk about it later when I go there."

After talking about business, Ding Qing drank the wine on the table, said hello and left. After seeing him off, Zheng Jirong sat back on the office chair. Thinking of what Ding Qing said just now, an idea popped up in his mind.

He had been thinking about re-establishing a company with quick money to serve as a cash cow for the past two days. Ding Qing's words just reminded him that in Hong Kong in the 90s and [-]s, what could be more profitable than making movies?

The booming film market, coupled with the classic old Hong Kong films in his mind, made it difficult to lose money.

Speaking of which, you can also find someone to make an autobiographical movie for yourself, in the style of "Lame Hao" and "Lei Luo Biography", and the name will be "National Ling Ling Fa"!
late at night.

Tsim Sha Tsui, Star Ferry Pier.

Zheng Jirong and Ling Lingqi leaned on the left and right in front of the car, staring at the calm sea ahead.

"Afa, don't think so much."

Linglingqi put her arms around Zheng Jirong's shoulders and said to him: "With your current status in Hong Kong Island, the organization will not control you too much. Based on your status, you should do more of what you want to do now." , just don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Zheng Jirong nodded first and then shook his head: "Of course I can stop doing things I don't want to do, but in this case, I won't be able to do what I want to do."

Ling Lingqi was silent for a while and replied: "Afa, actually joining the high table is not a bad thing. If you can completely control him, anyone who wants to attack you in the future will have to think twice, including... over there."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong glanced at Ling Lingqi in surprise, then grinned, hugging his senior brother's shoulders happily and replied: "Don't worry, I know what I know, but why hasn't Wenxi arrived yet? We've all waited. It’s been more than half an hour, there won’t be any accidents.”

In the afternoon, Zheng Jirong received a call from Leonardo da Vinci. He said that he would come to Hong Kong in the evening and tell him the results of the meeting organized by the organization about whether he should join the high table. I heard that big bosses from all parties gathered at that meeting, including the General Staff, Leaders of the national security and United Front bureaus also participated.

I don’t know what the specific outcome of the discussion was.

"Don't worry, Ah Fa. Even if the ship sinks, Vincent can still invent something like a rocket in the water and fly over."

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A dozen minutes later, a fishing boat docked at the pier with the sound of paddles.

A bald man with glasses and disheveled clothes jumped off the deck.

"Aqi! Afa!"

"Wenxi!"×2
After hearing this, Da Vinci was about to correct the two of them, but unfortunately before he could speak, he was pulled to the car by Ling Lingqi's neck.

After closing the car door, Ling Lingqi couldn't wait to ask: "What do you say over there?"

Wenxi looked at the two people in front of him with expectant eyes and said calmly: "You can join."

"Yes!"

Ling Lingqi clenched her fists happily, and Zheng Jirong couldn't help twitching his eyebrows at him happily. At this moment, Wenxi continued: "But the organization also has three requirements."

"First, sit in the decision-making position of this organization as soon as possible."

"Second, the Mainland Hotel on Hong Kong Island must be completely controlled by Ah Fa alone, and the power of the High Table cannot be allowed to develop unscrupulously."

"Third, don't forget your own job. The upper-level leaders don't want to see a turbulent Hong Kong Island."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong said solemnly: "Don't worry, I know everything about this."

"By the way, Ah Fa, I will help you with the extra things you told me on the phone before when I went to see the leader this time."

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(End of this chapter)