Villa, living room—

After Song Zhichao and Boss Huo sat down, neither spoke. The old servant stepped forward again and prepared tea for Boss Huo. Then he retreated respectfully. In the huge living room, there were only Song Zhichao and Boss Huo.

In fact, this is the rule for Mr. Huo to meet with guests, and no one else is allowed to be present.

To put it bluntly, Big Boss Huo has suffered a loss in this regard. When he looked north to China and had an unhappy relationship with the Hong Kong and British government, the government bought his servants to be informants in order to stumbling on him, which made Big Boss Huo suffer. Since then, Big Boss Huo has become more cautious in doing things, not to mention that according to his identity and status today, no small matter is ever made when talking to others. Even a small decision can affect all aspects of Hong Kong's economy.

It is precisely because of this that Boss Huo made the rules that when he discusses matters with others, no matter how big or small, no outsiders are allowed to listen.

After the old servant went down, Big Boss Huo tasted a sip of tea, then put down the teacup, raised his head, and slowly said to Song Zhichao: "I heard you are from Pan Yu?"

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "That's right, I'm from Pan Yu - but I'm from Central Plains, not from Pan Yu."

Boss Huo nodded, "My ancestral home is Pan Yu."

After pausing, he said, "How is Pan Yu developing now?"

Song Zhichao said: "The development speed is very fast. With high-rise buildings and villas, many factories have been built, including clothing factories, leather shoes factories, textile factories, and toy factories. I used to work in a toy factory."

Boss Huo smiled, "When I went back, that place was very poor..." His eyes were a little deep, as if he was recalling the past, "Many wastelands and many places were not developed, and the only things that villagers could do were farming, herding sheep, and raising cattle. At that time, there were not many means of transportation, no bus stations, no taxis, and even bicycles were scarce. The ones I went to my hometown were all ox carts."

Suddenly, Boss Huo woke up from his memories, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Song Zhichao and said, "That is a kind of primitive beauty that still makes me remember it fresh. Maybe you won't understand what you say to you, but for me, I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

Song Zhichao: "I understand."

"What do you know?"

"I know what you are thinking - although that place has developed and improved, in your opinion, the happiest moment is the process of developing that land, rather than enjoying the results now."

Boss Huo smiled, "Yes, you can think of this at a young age - sometimes the process is indeed more important than the result. Only those who know how to enjoy the process will know how to enjoy life."

Song Zhichao was praised by Boss Huo, and couldn't help but smile, picked up the tea and drank it gently, and put it down.

Neither humble nor arrogant, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Boss Huo looked at him deeply, "To be honest, I didn't expect you to come to me."

Song Zhichao did not speak, and seemed to listen carefully. He looked at Boss Huo and knew that he had something to say.

"I heard that you are very busy recently. You left the Fu family and started to buy Lese," Mr. Huo gently tapped the coffee table with his middle finger. "Others say you are making a fool of yourself, saying that you are not doing your job properly, and you are planning to bring those Lese to the mainland and sell them to people there..."

Boss Huo's eyes suddenly flashed, "It's right to make money in business, but you must not harm your own people!"

Song Zhichao still didn't speak or explain, but just looked at Boss Huo.

"In business, there are also ways to make money. You can make money in everything you eat, wear, live, and transportation, but you have to be careful about a lot of food that gets into your stomach. If you have expired, moldy and deteriorated, you have to throw away all the things you lose. You can't sell them even if you lose money - food will kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhichao nodded, and then said confidently: "Don't worry, Mr. Huo, I still understand this truth, and I will not bury my conscience in order to make money. Although the things I bought are all old goods, in terms of canned food, wine and biscuits, everything that has expired or changed quality will be thrown away and will never be sold to others."

After pausing, Song Zhichao faced Boss Huo's gaze and said with a firm expression: "Also, many people have guessed it wrong. From the beginning to the end, I did not intend to take these old goods to the mainland, nor did I intend to sell them to my compatriots there; on the contrary, I also purchased a large number of similar goods in the mainland and established warehouses in Pan Yu and other places."

Even Boss Huo was stunned for a moment. His middle finger tapped the coffee table again, making a tingling sound, and looked at Song Zhichao, full of inquiries.

Seeing this, Song Zhichao continued: "Because I am going to take these goods to the Soviet Union."

When Boss Huo heard this, his expression did not fluctuate much, but his heart suddenly became brighter, and his eyes looked at Song Zhichao became strange.

After a moment, Boss Huo let out a sigh of relief, looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Take the Soviet Union? Are you so sure that you can swallow it all over there?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "I said I was sure, you absolutely don't believe it, so I'm taking a gamble."

"What are you betting on?"

"Betting that they will need this batch soon and are willing to exchange their most precious things for purchase."

"What to change?"

"Airplane! To be precise, it is the Sutu 154 passenger plane!" Song Zhichao said without hesitation.

If the person in front of him was not Huo, but someone else, Song Zhichao would never reveal his plan to hide in his heart; but the person in front of him was different, because Song Zhichao knew that the other party would never covet his business opportunity to make money - a person who dared to throw away the shares of Macau Lisboa Casino casually because of different business concepts, wouldn't he care about this little thing?

Sure enough, Boss Huo thought for a moment and smiled: "Okay, don't hide it. Tell me any plans if you have. Speaking of gambling, I have been gambled in my life, and there are losses and wins, but now I want to know what you are betting on!"

The implication is that Boss Huo has become interested in Song Zhichao and is very interested!

For a super tycoon like Boss Huo, he spent half his life in the ups and downs and struggles of the business world.

In the past, in order to make a living, I even bought a fishing boat to gamble on the sea with my life, and then came from the sea to the land, and then took the future to gamble on it.

These are all bets, and they are big bets!

In this way, I bet on the gamble and I have reached my current status.

In the eyes of Boss Huo, God is just a slut who likes to joke with others and deliberately tease others. The more you are afraid of fate, the more you will tease you. The more you are afraid of being merciless, your life will definitely be very miserable.

So Boss Huo does not believe in fate or heaven, he believes in himself.

I won the bet, and the world was trampled by me.

If you lose the bet, you will be buried with a handful of loess.

I am worthy of heaven, and I am not ashamed of others!
Chapter completed!