Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 131 How to Control a Girl
Villa door.

The Mercedes-Benz came out of the garage and slowly drove away towards the city.

"Sister-in-law, have you eaten?"

Wu Zhihui glanced at A Mei who was sitting in the passenger seat: "It's just right if you don't have to eat. I made an appointment with Shisan and the others. I'll order your favorite roast goose for my sister-in-law later."

"I'm really sorry that I have to trouble my sister-in-law to come out so late."

"Ah."

A Mei responded angrily, her tone was neither salty nor cold, and her attitude towards Wu Zhihui was cold.

"what"

Wu Zhihui responded and glanced at his sister-in-law A Mei in the rearview mirror. Seeing her cold attitude, Wu Zhihui stopped talking and held the steering wheel silently.

The Mercedes-Benz drove smoothly on the highway, the car was quiet, and the faint smell of perfume filled the car.

Say something.

A Mei is really good at dressing up and has a unique vision. Clothes like knitted sweaters are really suitable for a 30-year-old mature woman like A Mei and can bring out their temperament.

If you are a young woman, you will not be able to wear it in that style. It will not look mature and dignified, and it will not be attractive enough.

"Why didn't you speak?"

Wu Zhihui stopped talking, but Ah Mei took the initiative to speak: "Does the perfume smell good? The smell of kumquat and peach blossom stuffed specially selected."

"is acceptable."

Wu Zhihui replied: "It smells good and not pungent." Then he shut up and stopped talking.

"Humph."

Ah Mei got angry and folded her arms: "Hui Zai, why are you like this? I'm angry with you, but you just ignore me?"

Her tone softened, and she leaned over to hold Wu Zhihui's hand: "Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned the matter between you and that big reporter in front of everyone last time. I knew I was wrong."

Wu Zhihui glanced at A Mei: "No, I don't think my sister-in-law did anything wrong. She is overthinking."

His tone was calm, and he didn't feel any emotional fluctuations at all because of A Mei's actions.

When facing different women, you must look at the food and eat it accordingly. Different girls have different ways of dealing with it.

Sister-in-law Amei is the strong type, she is the kind of person who has a strong desire to control, so when facing her, you must be cold enough and eat her slowly step by step.

If you act too subservient, you won't be able to control such a woman.

Sister-in-law Jenny has an admiring personality. As long as Wu Zhihui is strong enough, he can easily control her.

As for the big reporter Le Huizhen, she is a passionate and fiery type, and normal communication is enough. As a Hong Kong student, she is a weak type, so you have to be extra strong in front of her, so that she will only follow you.

"What? I know I was wrong."

Amei didn't know what Wu Zhihui was thinking. Looking at Wu Zhihui who was indifferent, she turned around and said, "You don't know how to coax women? You have no interest at all. Why are you so cold and cold?"

"No."

Wu Zhihui shook his head and denied: "I don't even remember how I made my sister-in-law unhappy."

"Oh, yes."

Amei snorted and said in a strange tone: "That big reporter is so beautiful. He is young, beautiful, and full of youthful vitality. There is no way people like us can compare with that."

Wu Zhihui said nothing.

Ah Mei was very angry when she saw his reaction, "Okay!"I really made myself guess right.

The stinky man, after getting the reward he gave him, he put up his pants and turned his back and stopped recognizing others.

She didn't know why, but she felt empty in her heart, but it was clear that there was nothing between the two of them.

Two 10 minutes later.

The car arrived at the door of the restaurant, and after giving the car keys to the parking lot staff, Wu Zhihui led A Mei in one after the other.

Just right.

Da Ming's car came out of the parking lot and met Wu Zhihui and the others. He sat in the car and greeted A Mei: "Sister-in-law."

"Ah."

Ah Mei nodded and responded: "Hui Zai and I have something to do, so let's go in first."

"Ok."

Da Sang nodded with a smile, watched the two of them go in, and slapped the front door: "The Thirteenth of the Yan family, damn you, no wonder I asked him tonight but he didn't agree, and he didn't even invite him in person. I gave him a face, and it turned out that I made an appointment with Wu Zhihui."

The funeral was held in the evening and I had to talk to Shisan in person. Unexpectedly, Shisan refused directly, saying that he had a plan that night and he couldn't even come here in person and wouldn't give him any face.

It turned out that they had made an appointment with Wu Zhihui, and Ren Qingtian, a dwarf, was so partial to Wu Zhihui that he even asked his sister-in-law to help.

"Brother Tian is too partial."

Ma Zai, who was driving the car, couldn't help but muttered: "Brother Sang has to do something, but he doesn't help me. When Wu Zhihui does something, he always responds to his request."

"Shameless!"

Da Sang cursed darkly, staring at the rearview mirror with a gloomy face and cold eyes: "If he is so late, then don't blame me, Yan Family shovel thirteen."

"No one else can do the business that I can't do. Wu Zhihui dares to openly oppose me."

"Sister-in-law is here. Give her some face. Let's wait here for him to come out."

in the restaurant.

In the small private room for six people, the stools have been removed, leaving four people. Thirteen and his wife are already waiting inside.

"Amei, you are finally here."

Thirteen's wife Ah Qiao immediately stood up from her seat: "My good sister, sit down quickly." She pulled Ah Mei to sit down and took out the souvenirs she had prepared earlier and gave them to her.

Ah Mei accepted it with a smile, and the two started chatting, and then introduced: "This is Hui Zi Wu Zhihui, just call him Ah Hui."

Ah Qiao commented: "Ah Hui is really eye-catching and beautiful." Women like them can talk well around them.

"Brother Thirteen."

Wu Zhihui stretched out his hand with a smile: "I heard Xu Sheng mention Brother Thirteen earlier, and we finally met today."

"Haha."

Thirteen smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Wu Zhihui's hand: "Ah Hui is so polite, he is so good at talking. How can I let Boss Xu mention it?"

Thirteen is tall and thin. He looks like a gentle businessman. He is very thin and wears a pair of glasses, but he doesn't look weak at all.

He clapped his hands, and the waiter began to take away the food. The food was served one after another, the red wine was opened, the champagne was poured, and the four of them started eating in the private room.

"correct."

Thirteen put down the goblet, picked up the knife and fork and started cutting the pan-fried large prawns on the plate: "Ah Hui, your people quoted me a price a few days ago. Is it 45 pieces? Is it too high?"

The current rent in my own market was only twenty yuan, and even if it were to increase now, it would not reach 45 yuan.

Dasang offered 35, which was a bit low. His estimate was around 38. Dasang was unwilling to raise the price. This was one of the reasons.

Secondly, Thirteen felt that Da Sang was a bit unreliable, and everyone was not very familiar with him. Compared with the other bosses who made quotations, he felt that he was not so reliable.

The appearance of Wu Zhihui made Shisan immediately feel that it was very suitable. Wu Zhihui's foundation was here, and he had a few innocent business deals in his hands.

Wu Zhihui was Ren Qingtian's popular man, and his wife and A Mei were old friends. It just so happened that we all hit it off and were interested in chatting.

"I understand that too."

Thirteen cut a piece of shrimp meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it in small bites: "Ah Hui, you seem to have a little bit of a holiday with the big funeral. I'm afraid your price is somewhat troublesome, right?"

He still knows how much the market is worth. Wu Zhihui is not a fool. He can't inflate the price to himself for no reason. He is probably in the middle of a big funeral.

"Hahaha."

Wu Zhihui laughed and couldn't deny it: "Brother Thirteen seems to have done his homework. Yes, this price is indeed a bit troublesome."

"But when I come here today, I definitely don't have anything to do with Brother Thirteen for entertainment. You quote me a price. If it's suitable, we can settle down today."

"Don't worry, the market will be well managed in my hands. I won't cause you any trouble."

"can."

Thirteen nodded when he heard this.

Renting out a market does not just mean who is willing to pay. He also needs to consider a series of other factors.

For example, in terms of stability and management capabilities, if the incompetent idiots take over, all the people here will run away if the management is not good, and it will definitely become unstable without profits.

Just like renting a house, some landlords also depend on the person who comes. They are not willing to deposit one to pay one, but think that the person who deposits one to pay three is more reliable and stable.

"Brother Thirteen must also be aware of Hui Zai's abilities."

My sister-in-law, A Mei, spoke helpfully from the side: "Brother Tian values ​​​​Huizi's ability and supports him to do many things with all his strength."

"I think Brother Thirteen can make Hui Zai a friend."

"Ah."

Ah Qiao took Thirteen's arm and said, "Sister Mei is so fond of Ah Hui, so she must be right."

"Hahaha"

Thirteen was straightforward and directly gave the price he wanted: "Let's do it this way. According to my estimate, the price in mind is around 38 yuan. That's good. Since it's our first time to cooperate and we are friends, I’ll give it 37.”

"Ah Hui, what do you think?!"

"37."

Wu Zhihui pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, since Brother Thirteen gave me face, I will take advantage of this, then 37, and I will come in after the current people leave."

He has asked the finance department to make an estimate. The price is reasonable, and it can still be used in his hands.

"it is good."

Thirteen picked up the red wine glass: "It's refreshing. I like to deal with people like Ah Hui." "Here, cheers."

Ah Mei and Ah Qiao also picked up red wine glasses. The four glasses clinked together, making a clear and loud sound from the sides of the glasses.

Now that the business has been settled, the next few people stopped mentioning it and started chatting. The atmosphere was relaxed. The happy Thirteen took Wu Zhihui and A Mei to drink a few more drinks, and finally in a happy atmosphere Dismissed.

My sister-in-law, Mei, drank a lot today, and she had to drink two glasses of red wine. Her whole face turned slightly red, with two blushes on her cheeks, like the red sunset on the horizon.

"Sister-in-law has a really good drinking capacity."

Thirteen's eyes signaled Ah Qiao to go up and take Ah Mei out. "Then we'll be here today. Let's make an appointment to get together another day."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui signaled that they didn't need to send it away: "Sister-in-law, I will take care of it. You can do whatever you want. Thank you very much."

"it is good."

Thirteen and Ah Qiao watched Wu Zhihui and Ah Mei leave and went to the front desk to check out, but were told that Wu Zhihui had already paid the bill when he went to the bathroom.

"Ha ha."

Thirteen laughed: "Ah Hui is not bad at all in his kindness and sophistication." This meal didn't cost much, and with all the drinks, it only cost more than 3000, and including the service fee, it only cost just over [-].

He was thirteen and had enough money, but what Wu Zhihui did made him very happy.

Restaurant door.

Sitting in the car, Da Sang snorted coldly as he watched Wu Zhihui and A Mei getting into the car one after another.

Wu Zhihui drove by their car: "Brother Da Sang, why are you still here? Are you waiting for someone?"

"Ah."

Da Mingweng responded angrily, and scolded in a cold voice: "Drive carefully, and be careful when carrying my sister-in-law!"

"Okay, Brother Dasang."

Wu Zhihui smiled and curled his lips. The car roared and he stepped on the accelerator and drove away, leaving a trail of exhaust gas.

"Grass."

Ma Zai looked at Ping Zhi who was leaving, and fanned his face with the palm of his hand to disperse the exhaust fumes: "Wu Zhihui, did you deliberately give us all the exhaust fumes?"

"Crazy line!"

Da Sang slapped Ma Zai on the head: "You know what the hell you still ask? You damn thing, drive and change seats, the exhaust smells so good?!"

"oh oh."

Ma Zai responded aggrievedly and quickly started the car and changed seats. After waiting for two or three minutes, he saw Thirteen leading his wife out of it.

Da Sang opened the car door and walked up to their car: "Thirteen, are you done?"

"Brother Da Mang? You haven't left yet."

Thirteen was a little surprised to see the funeral: "Well, yes, the discussion has been completed."

"Now that you're done, you have to talk to me."

Da Sang took out a cigarette and took it in his mouth. The flame jumped and he lit the cigarette and took a sip: "I personally came out to wait for you for so long today. I have never been like this before."

He handed over a cigarette.

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Thirteen blocked Da Sang's cigarette, knowing that he couldn't shirk it, and then said: "Since Brother Da Sang has an idea, I will tell you."

"Wu Zhihui and I have already negotiated, made an agreement, and received his deposit. I'm afraid there won't be any other changes in this matter."

"Grass!"

Da Sang's brows suddenly wrinkled: "Has it been negotiated? My people have been looking for you for so long, but they can't come to an agreement with you. Why did they settle it as soon as Wu Zhihui showed up?!"

"Ah Hui is willing to pay."

Thirteen said bluntly: "For tens of thousands of dollars, Brother Sang's people have been grinding with me, but Ah Hui is much more comfortable. It doesn't have too many bells and whistles, so it's fine."

"I told you, I like this market!"

Da Sang tapped his finger heavily on the roof of the car: "So what if you collect the deposit? Return it to him. I'm interested in this deal. No one can compete with me."

"I'm sorry, but the key to doing business is integrity."

Thirteen also refused very simply: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Brother Sang. It's impossible."

"Grass!"

Da Sang immediately yelled: "My money is not money? Damn it, is Wu Zhihui's money worth more? Are you with him or not with me?!"

"Ha ha."

Thirteen smiled: "It's nothing, Brother Da Mang."

He now has a new understanding of big funerals. This kind of people are not good. They are doing business. As the saying goes, good business cannot be done without kindness. The practice of big funerals is very unappealing.

"I told you, I have my eye on this street."

Da Sang looked at Thirteen with a cold face: "If you want to be shameless, then don't blame me for making it look ugly."

"Ha ha."

Thirteen sneered, and his face became pale. He raised his hand and pushed the glasses on his nose: "I'm leaving, Brother Sang."

Done.

He opened the car door and got in. He pressed the accelerator and the car drove away, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes behind.

Thirteen is related to Xinji. He has never interacted with anyone in recent years. No matter how big the funeral is, he will not be afraid of it.

I paid money to take the position of Xinji Keqing just to deal with a role like Da Sang who was not on the stage.

"Grass!"

Ma Zai felt the exhaust fumes spreading around his nose: "What kind of role does he play, and he dares to show off to the boss?!"

"Fuck you!"

Da Sang cursed in a low voice, raised his hand and threw out the cigarette in his hand. When it hit the ground, sparks flew everywhere and were quickly annihilated.

One night, I didn't even eat a bite, and I was so full from the smell of exhaust fumes.

"What should I do, boss?"

Ma Zai came up and looked at the car going away: "Thirteen is a member of Xinji after all. If he really doesn't give him any face, there is nothing we can do against him."

"And Wu Zhihui has already given him money. If it falls into Wu Zhihui's hands by then, we will have no chance to do anything again."

The market fell into the hands of Wu Zhihui, who belonged to a company. He would not dare to reach out even if he was in mourning.

"Shameless!"

Da Sang cursed in a low voice, returned to the car angrily, and slammed the door shut: "Tomorrow, bring 35 people to find him, and the money will be given directly to him."

"What if he doesn't want to do it?!"

"don't want?!"

Da Sang's eyes widened: "If he doesn't want it, then I won't give you a cent. Damn it, give him face."

"Forehead"

Ma Zai suddenly hesitated after hearing Da Sang's words: "Shall we just eat by force? Isn't that bad? If Brother Tian knows about it, we..."

"To Nima."

Da Sang waved his hand: "Listen to him? If you listen to him, I will starve to death on the street. Are you afraid of Ren Qingtian? Then you can eat shit instead! You will starve to death, you Yan family shovel!"

"Yes Yes."

Ma Zai nodded hurriedly, not daring to say anything more.

The next morning.

Thirteen went to work as usual. In addition to owning this market, he also opened a small company specializing in labor protection equipment.

Labor protection supplies are all things that need to be used on the construction site. Naturally, some interests are involved. On the construction site, there are actually many different forces taking advantage of them.

It was precisely because of this that Shisan got in touch with Xinji, and asked someone to pay a sum of money to become a guest guest, so as to ensure his own safety.

Don't mention it, the society can still do business, and you can find a guest position to give those bosses who don't want to get too close to the society, but still need the status of the society, an option.

and so.

Thirteen Even in the face of a big funeral, if you don't want to do business, you are not afraid of the big funeral at all.

Nine o'clock.

Thirteen arrived at the small office on time. The company's system was not strict, and all the employees were sitting in their seats eating breakfast.

This is the welfare time given to them by Thirteen. They go to work at nine o'clock, and they actually have half an hour of morning tea time. Everyone can have breakfast before 09:30 before doing anything.

When everyone saw Thirteen coming in, they quickly greeted him enthusiastically: "Good morning, Brother Thirteen."

"morning."

Thirteen smiled and nodded in response. He never asked employees to call him Boss. On the contrary, he preferred that employees call him Brother Thirteen, which sounded closer.

I am not a big company, so I don't need too many rules and regulations to restrict employees and increase the sense of hierarchy between superiors and subordinates.

After sitting in the office, the assistant brought the tea to Thirteen, and the prepared schedule. Thirteen said thank you and started to work.

Browse the accounts, check the cashier and receipts, and be in an orderly manner.

At this time, the assistant came in and looked at Thirteen: "Brother Thirteen, there are people outside looking for you, talking about old friends, talking about business, and giving money."

(End of this chapter)