Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 114 You have to rely on me at the critical moment

That night.

Abao returned to the private room of the Peace Hotel and showed his uncle the fake Sanyang T-shirt that Pan Jie had given him.

The next day, he arranged for Xiao Ningbo to collect hundreds of counterfeit goods flowing into the market at a high price and store them until night in Tokyo.

On the third day, Valentine's Day, Fan Xinhua's Sanyang brand T-shirts were put on the market at the Hulian Commercial Building on Nanjing Road. The sales were not good at first, until Fei Xiang appeared on the scene and sang "A Fire in Winter". The popular Sanyang brand T-shirt is said to be comparable to Montagut.

In the early 90s, a piece of Montagut was worth thousands of yuan, while a Sanyang T-shirt made of burnt mercerized cotton only cost 150 yuan. Even if you couldn't get a bargain at Hulian Mall, you could get it from a scalper at the door for 260 yuan. Very cost effective.

When Fan Xinhua saw that his product was so popular, he felt dizzy. He walked with the aura of a general returning triumphantly from an expedition beyond the Great Wall. Li Li gave him the best private room to celebrate, and Wang Mingzhu drank It seems that everyone is ghosting.

at the same time.

A Pontiac Firebird was parked on the side of the fourth road. The head of the player slowly rotated, and Mao Ning's magnetic voice came from the speakers on both sides of the center console.

"Take away a fishing fire and let it warm my eyes."

"Leave a piece of true love and let him park by the Maple Bridge."

"I am helpless and have alienated myself from that emotion."

"Many years later, I found that I was back in front of you again."

"..."

Wei Hongqing was wearing his mink, tapping the steering wheel in time with the rhythm, and singing along leisurely and quietly.

Click.

The passenger door opens.

A person sat in the car from outside with the cold wind.

Wei Hongqing glanced at the visitor's profile, quickly turned down the volume, sat upright, and looked serious.

"How are things going?"

Wei Hongqing thought he was handsome and wiped his hair, with a proud look on his face.

"Don't worry while I do the work."

Chu Pingsheng said playfully: "I can't tell, but you are quite capable."

"That's right, Mr. Wei, I don't have any other ability except having many friends." It was obvious that Wei Hongqing regarded his words as praise and recognition.

Chu Pingsheng thought to himself that when you were rich, you had many friends. But when you ran out of money, no one came to support you when you opened a company or held a banquet. People just left their tea to cool off. This is the reality of society.

Chu Pingsheng asked again: "Where are the people?"

Wei Hongqing raised his hands and tilted them to the left.

Chu Pingsheng looked along his direction and saw a very dazzling neon sign standing in the front left, with the three words "Xinghualou" in the middle, and a line of English characters below, plus a phone number for ordering food.

"People are up there?"

"Yes, box 888."

"Then you're still in the car?"

"Aren't I afraid that you can't find me? Besides, who am I, Mr. Wei? What's wrong with asking him to wait for a while?"

Let’s not talk about whether this guy does things well or not. The style of the little leather prince is really not bad.

"Let's go."

Chu Pingsheng adjusted his gray woolen coat and slightly wrinkled trouser legs, opened the car door and walked out. Wei Hongqing turned down the sun visor and took a photo to make sure his hair was not messed up, and then quickly followed.

……

Box 888 in Xinghua Building.

On the dining table were a plate of peanuts, a plate of melon seeds, two packs of cigarettes, and steaming Ying's black tea.

Boss Ma looked at the man in a black suit on his left with an unhappy expression.

"Boss Yin, do you have any credibility as a friend of yours? How long has it been since? If you wait a little longer, the meal will be over. Although I, Mayusheng, am not a big shot, I don't bother to stick to someone else's cold butt."

Yin Xiao smiled and said, "I'll be there soon. Boss Ma, please be patient. Come and have a cigarette."

After speaking, he handed over a cigarette.

Not only did Ma Yousheng not pick it up, but he crossed his arms and leaned back with disdain on his face.

"Boss Ma, can you give your brother some face?"

Yin Xiao said good things to the side without being arrogant or impetuous.

Click.

At this moment, the private room door opened, and Chu Pingsheng and Wei Hongqing walked in from the outside, followed by a waiter wearing black overalls.

"Bosses, would you like to serve the food?"

Wei Hongqing waved his hand: "Bring over all your chef's specialties."

"Okay, please wait." The waiter walked out with a spring breeze smile.

Chu Pingsheng frowned, but said nothing.

For a person like Wei Hongqing, who is frivolous, vain, and saves face, serious businessmen will not regard him as a stable partner once they see his performance, and only those little brothers who are waiting for the nouveau riche to help the poor will regard him as a treasure.

"Boss Yin, are these your two friends?" May Yousheng looked contemptuous.

"That's right, Boss Ma, come on, let me introduce you." Yin Xiao stood up and said, "This is Wei Hongqing, Mr. Wei, over there...Mr. Cao, Mr. Wei, Mr. Cao, this is from Zhuji Ma Yousheng, Boss Ma.”

"Boss Ma, I have long admired you." Wei Hongqing stretched out his hand: "I am from Haining and you are from Zhuji. Now that we have come to Shanghai, we can be considered fellow villagers."

Ma Yousheng did not shake hands with him, but tapped his index finger on the table: "How old is Boss Wei?"

"I am twenty-eight this year."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in working with a young man who doesn't have all his teeth."

After saying these words of unabashed disgust, Mayu stood up and walked out. By chance, the waiter who had just left walked in, holding a blue and white porcelain plate in his hand. Inside was the famous cold dish in our cuisine, Sixi Baked Bran.

"No." Wei Hongqing hurriedly walked over and stopped him: "Boss Ma, you can see that the food has been served. It would be too disrespectful for you to leave at this time."

As he spoke, he winked at the middleman Yin Xiao.

Two days ago in Zhenzhiyuan, his brother Cao said that Boss Ma from Zhuji has the technology to make fire-burned mercerized cotton, and the price is lower than Fan Xinhua. People with ambition pay attention to getting up where they fell. Mr. Bao can make Fan Xinhua’s Sanyang brand a famous brand in Shanghai. It’s actually very simple for Mr. Wei to surpass Mr. Bao. He just needs to use his identity as an outsider to create a Shanghai famous brand that is not inferior to Sanyang T-shirts. That’s the only way. , others will pay attention to him and recognize his abilities.

Yin Xiao hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him: "Boss Ma, Boss Ma, Mr. Wei is very powerful. Have you ever heard of Haining's leather king Wei Song? Mr. Wei is his son."

Chu Pingsheng was watching and shook his head. This Wei Hongqing, when he was in the car, he was still planning and planning, and the city was full of people. But when he came upstairs, he was fucked by Boss Ma before he could finish three sentences. Jiang will be kicked to the point of doubting his life, which really makes me laugh to death.

It's normal to think about it. How could Wei Hongqing, a rich second-generation son, outplay someone like Mayusheng? Not to mention the gap in experience, who on the Yellow River road didn't know that Mr. Wei overestimated his ability to challenge Mr. Bao, and ended up with a laughable and generous ending.

(End of this chapter)