Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 14 Finding Zhengxing

Eighth floor.

Jenny walked out of the elevator and opened the door. The boss was sitting in front of the tea table smoking a cigarette, with steam coming out from the spout of the hot water kettle in front of him.

"Father."

Jenny took off her coat, twisted her butt and sat next to Da Lao Fa. She picked up the kettle and poured it into the teapot. The tea leaves bubbled and bloomed under the moisture of the boiling water.

Pour the clear yellow tea into the cup, push it to the big brother Fa, and pour yourself a cup: "Brother Fa is in a good mood tonight, drink so much."

"Ha ha."

The boss laughed and shook his head: "It's not bad. Originally, Wu Zhihui took care of a bad thing. The second half of the gang went to the street to fight with me. Not only did I not suffer any loss, but I also got the favor."

15 yuan, excluding the 4 yuan I lost, the remaining 11 yuan is pure profit.

As for Gui Qiang who rushes to the street, he also rushes to the street.

"Too."

Jenny nodded and glanced at the big boss: "It's just that Wu Zhihui is a horse boy after all. Is it too abrupt to leave the parking stall to him?"

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

"tsk"

The boss smacked his tongue and shook his head. He picked up the tea cup and blew on the hot tea: "You think this is too simple."

"How long did Gui Qiang do it before he took over the parking stall business? Although Wu Zhihui's performance surprised me, it was nothing more than that, and it was not enough to talk about parking stalls."

"Oh?"

Jenny pursed her lips: "That's okay."

"Zhengba has suffered a loss in this matter. Will he give up so willingly?"

The boss had already seen through the mystery, and raised his lips slightly: "Ziba didn't dare to touch me, but he dared to touch Wu Zhihui. Wu Zhihui blackmailed him in front of me and refuted him."

"If I were him, I would definitely look for an opportunity to get rid of Wu Zhihui, this crazy guy."

"If I were Wu Zhihui, now that things are at a standstill, the top priority is to find someone available for me so that I can stand firm as soon as possible."

The boss had a clear mind and said what he was thinking: "I want to see if Wu Zhihui can do it."

"If you can refute the opponent for the first time, and if you can still stand firm afterwards, then this person has the ability, and you can use it."

When he said this, Jenny understood.

Wu Zhihui helped the big boss settle the matter. The younger brother would say that if he was not given a position, he would just give him a position and promote him. But whether he can stand firm depends on Wu Zhihui himself.

If you can't stand still, please change.

If you stand firm, that's just right. If you use it for your own use, you won't suffer any loss at all.

The big boss is very good at calculating, and he has all his reputation and attention.

"Brother Fa is so awesome."

Jenny laughed, got up and came behind the boss's hair, blowing hot air into his ear: "It's getting late, let's take a shower."

She went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and put on a battle robe, wearing black stockings that looked very visual.

The boss was aroused and full of fighting spirit, but he was just strong on the outside and hard on the inside. He was defeated and dismounted after 10 minutes. Jenny, who was just about to start the battle, was not interested, so she curled her lips and said nothing.

Eleven at night.

"Okay, Brother Hui."

After shouting for a few times to park the car, I received a call from Wu Zhihui: "Don't worry, it's just a car. Don't worry, if I mention your name, those rich women will definitely borrow it."

In the parking lot business, these parking guys will secretly take customers' cars out for rides, and even bet on drag racing competitions in private.

I have established a good relationship with some regular customers and told them directly that some people will also borrow cars. Of course, most of them carry the customers out secretly.

"Brother Hui, are you using the car so late?"

Shouting Ten picked up Wu Zhihui in the big red Benz of the rich lady Annie: "You are dressed so formally, where are you going? Picking up girls?"

Wu Zhihui put on a suit, and his 1.8-meter-tall height made the suit stiff and stylish.

"Find money."

Wu Zhihui gave an address, took out a cigarette, lit it, and puffed away: "How can picking up girls be as important as finding money?!" "If you want to succeed, you must have money in your hand."

"Row."

He shouted and stopped talking, his eyes were shining, he worked harder and drove the car more smoothly.

original.

After shouting out his ten thoughts, Wu Zhihui also helped him build momentum when he solved the problem of bad gambling. Now that Wu Zhihui is taking over everything from parking stalls to big things, he must be promoted by him no matter what, right?

However, Wu Zhihui did not support him in front of all the parking boys, which made Ye Ye ten a little disappointed.

But it's different now. Wu Zhihui's vision is far from being a parking stall talker. He obviously has other ideas.

Wu Zhihui himself knows it very well.

He is currently taking over the parking stall matter, but Zhengba will definitely not let him go so easily, and the boss may not necessarily protect himself.

What you have to do is take advantage of the present to maximize your own value. Only when you have money in hand can you make profits with others.

Shouting Ten casually asked: "Where are you going? What kind of life are you looking for?"

"I'm going to build a vegetable market."

Wu Zhihui said.

"Food market?"

He shouted that he was confused, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Two 10 minutes later.

The car left the city and entered the countryside, stopping in front of a private house.

The lights in the house were not yet turned off, so Wu Zhihui walked up and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged man opened the corner, looked up and down at Wu Zhihui in a suit and leather suit, and then at the big red Benz behind him: "Who are you?!"

"Wu Zhihui."

Wu Zhihui took out a piece of yellowed paper from his pocket and said, "Jiang Sheng, I called you an hour ago."

This is a piece of information about the changing hands of a vegetable market.

"Well, I'm Jiang Zhicheng, come in."

Jiang Zhicheng made a way out, and there was an ashtray filled with cigarette butts on the coffee table: "The house is a bit messy."

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui chuckled: "It seems that I came at the right time. When Jiang Sheng was upset, I came to help you solve your problems."

"Go ahead."

Jiang Zhicheng got straight to the point and went straight to the point: "Wu Sheng, how much are you prepared to pay to take over? The price is already very low, and I can't give in anymore."

Jiang Zhicheng is a mainlander from Wen City, Jiang Province. He saved money and came to do business from the mainland. He opened a vegetable market and signed a contract for five years, but now he has become a loser.

So I thought about subletting it.

Wu Zhihui saw this message last time, so he kept it and contacted him.

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui gave Jiang Zhicheng a cigarette, lit one himself, and glanced around the room without speaking.

Jiang Zhicheng sucked on his cigarette holder and gritted his teeth and said, "At most, I'll give in a little bit, but I can't give in too much."

"Jiang Sheng."

Wu Zhihui spoke and looked at Jiang Zhicheng: "Why do you want to change hands of the vegetable market? Maybe it will turn out differently if it is run by another person."

"I'm from a business management background, I think."

"Ha ha."

When Jiang Zhicheng heard this, he chuckled and interrupted Wu Zhihui's words. He raised his hand to put out the cigarette butt: "It's late, Wu Sheng. Go back to bed early. I have something to do tomorrow."

He heard that Wu Zhihui had no money at all. It was so late at night that he had no time to talk to him.

(End of this chapter)