I have heard of people who eat, drink and red carpet. This is the first time Fei Jingting heard of people who go to salons. Mr. Yan winked slyly, which made Fei Jingting feel sad.
This older generation of educators really put down their dignity and face in order to run a school. Fei Jingting wanted to donate more, but Mr. Yan refused.
Mr. Yan said, you can't waste money when plucking wool. Jingting plucking a sheep with all his strength. There are plenty of rich businessmen and military leaders in Jinmen. Their money is the real ill-gotten wealth, so they just want to donate it to run the school.
Fei Jingting didn't say anything more, except that if he needed money urgently, he could get it from him.
After bidding farewell to Mr. Yan, Fei Jingting thought about it on the way back. His current salary is one hundred and fifty oceans a month, which is higher than Principal Zhang. But a few days ago, he donated twenty thousand pounds, which is equivalent to one hundred and fifty thousand oceans, which is equivalent to
I donated eighty-three years of my salary in one fell swoop.
If you think about it this way, if you can't achieve enlightenment, it will be equivalent to giving away all your life's salary. Yes, you can be considered worthy of Beichen University.
The days were dull as water, but unexpected changes occurred in some places that Fei Jingting didn't know about.
After listening to Fei Jingting's suggestion, Mr. Bian turned around and started flirting with the Americans. Naturally, Yihe was dissatisfied. He put pressure on him several times, but was blocked by the Americans.
At this time, although the Americans had little say in the concession, they still had one director. When it came to the interests of American companies, the American directors naturally had to speak out in the Ministry of Industry.
When the two compete with each other, they can only engage in normal business competition. Things are changing in favor of Mr. Bian.
But where is Jardine Matheson so easy to deal with?
Bang!
The porcelain bottle was smashed to pieces. The fat man with a curly beard spoke a lot of British swear words.
After venting his anger, Fatty gritted his teeth and said, "Damn Bian, I'm going to make you pay the price!"
Pulling open his collar, the fat man took a few deep breaths, then put on his coat and went out. Outside, the secretary was writing documents. When he saw the fat man, he stood up immediately: "Mr. Frank, do you want to go out?"
The fat man muttered: "I'm going out for a drink or two. If there's anything urgent, just go to the Rose Club and find me."
"Okay, I understand sir."
The fat man went downstairs, walked out of the foreign store, flagged down a taxi, reported his address, and sat in the carriage sulking.
Frank Cavell was a director of Jardine Matheson and Co., and was actually the person in charge of the operation of a foreign company in Tianjin. He was the one who single-handedly promoted the project of establishing a pharmaceutical factory in cooperation with the Bian family.
Originally, they thought they could easily force the Bian family to submit by leveraging the power of the Ministry of Industry and Industry. However, they never expected that the Bian family would be so cunning and find Americans to disrupt the situation.
After just a few contacts, Frank already felt that the goose that laid the golden eggs was leaving him. But this project was handed down from above... Frank wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. If possible, he would rather be admitted to the club.
The White Russian woman inside was exhausted and didn't want to face that adult.
Although he wanted the carriage to go slower so that he could think of better words, unfortunately the distance was too close. Before he could call the coachman to stop, the Rose Club had already arrived.
"Here we are, sir."
After muttering in a low voice and paying the money, Frank Cavill got out of the car. The three-story building in front of him was the Rose Club, a brothel apparently opened by a down-and-out Belarusian noble.
It was filled with adventurers looking for fun, scantily clad White Russian women, and... that grown-up!
Twenty years ago, Frank Cavill was just a poor fisherman's son. Without that adult, he might not have been able to become a fisherman and would have had to work in a factory to sell his blood and sweat. If he was unlucky, he might not even live to be thirty.
It was that adult who changed his destiny, gave him money to study, and then gradually became a director of Jardine Matheson.
Now Frank Cavill is a respected director, but his fear of that adult has not diminished, but has become more and more serious.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. What hit my face was the strong smell of tobacco, mixed with the smell of powder, which was extremely unpleasant.
The sound of the gramophone was completely obscured by the noisy laughter. Cavell took a glance and saw a few guys having fun sitting near the bar. On the sofa next to the billiards, a guy was already having sex with two White Russian women.
Rolled together.
Frank bypassed the White Russian woman blocking the way and walked straight to the corner door next to the stairs. There was a young man wearing a peaked cap blocking there. The young man glanced at Frank, nodded, and opened the corner door. What appeared in front of him was
A passage that extends underground.
Frank twisted his plump body and stepped down the stairs little by little to the underground. But here was a different world. Under the dim incandescent light, he was twisting and turning, and when he heard the screams of women coming from the depths, Frank couldn't help but
The figure started to tremble.
Finally, he arrived in a hall with burning torches.
There were seven or eight men and women gathered on both sides of the place. When Frank walked by, a young woman suddenly bared her teeth at him, showing her extremely sharp teeth. Frank was so frightened that he bumped into a pillar.
He took off his hat, put it on his chest, and bowed his head piously towards the throne above: "Master, your servant Frank is here."
After a long time, a lazy voice came from above: "You pig, how are things going?"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid things have changed. Those cunning Chinese people have approached an American company, and I'm afraid this project will be interrupted."
The voice said indifferently: "I don't care about the project, let alone the Chinese people, all I care about is money. Frank, you promised me one hundred thousand pounds, and I want to get it this month."
"This... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, Master."
"Some difficulties? Are you sure you want to say this to me? Let me think about it, how should I punish you?"
Frank immediately turned pale and said hurriedly: "No, no, no, maybe there is room for recovery."
"Tell me."
"Perhaps we should put more pressure on those Chinese people...such as personal safety." Frank paused: "But those Chinese people are very courageous. I suggest scaring them first, such as starting with the female workers in the pharmaceutical factory.
Do it on your body."
"I like your idea, Frank." The guy in the shadow was very happy: "Just like coming to China, this is my paradise. Maybe I should write a letter to the tribesmen in Europe and ask them to come over. You know
Well, I tasted a Chinese woman yesterday, um...it tasted very delicious."
"Uh..." Frank didn't know what to say. This adult was always like this, talking as if he was talking in his sleep.
"Where are you talking about? Yes, I like your idea. If we don't still need you to make money for us, I really want to let you become one of us now."
The muscles on Frank's face trembled: "I think I can wait a little longer?"
"Well, just wait. Peter, take people to teach those Chinese people a little lesson... Remember, don't leave the beginning and the end."
"I will follow your orders, my lord."
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night.
The Longshuncheng Pharmaceutical Factory closed its doors, and more than a hundred female workers poured out of the factory, chattering.
This medicine factory was originally a cotton spinning factory, and most of the female workers in it were also the original female cotton spinning workers. Before Fei Jingting left Jinmen, he gave Mr. Bian some advice. Mr. Bian spent several months first handling the cotton spinning equipment and training
Female workers only opened the patent medicine factory in August.
The environment in the patent medicine factory is much better than that in the cotton spinning factory, and the work is much easier. Although the wages of the female workers have not changed, they feel that their lives are much better than before.
There was no eight-hour work system at this time. Most factories worked from morning to night. Because the electricity bill was too expensive, they didn't stay up too late.
Mr. Bian's pharmaceutical factory is quite conscientious. It operates twelve hours a day and takes care of one meal at noon.
When the female workers came out of the factory, they scattered in all directions, either in groups or in groups, but there were always some who were alone.
Peter pressed down the brim of his hat and nodded to his companion. The two guys were already eyeing a young woman walking alone.
The pharmaceutical factory is in a remote area and has to pass through a field. In order to save distance, a female worker walked through the field.
The female worker walked quickly and gradually realized something was wrong. There were faint sounds of footsteps following her behind her. She turned around and looked around, and saw a black shadow looming in the darkness.
The female worker was frightened and stepped up her steps. There was someone's house not far away. She thought it was impossible, so she knocked on the door and went into someone's house to hide.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to run, he was blocked by a dark shadow.
"You, what are you going to do?"
Without saying a word, the black shadow pounced on her very quickly. The female worker screamed and was speechless. The black shadow had already bit her neck with sharp teeth, and she suddenly felt blood all over her body.
All the strength was sucked away by it.
There were rustling footsteps, and Peter followed up: "Tsk, tsk, Evans, be careful not to get blood stains everywhere. Even when eating, you must be elegant. This is what the earl taught you."
"Oh, okay, okay, don't take the last bite of blood, it will affect your health."
Evans gasped and let go of his hand, and the female worker's body immediately lay on the edge of the field.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes in intoxication and took a deep breath. He felt that he was really alive, and his whole body was full of jumping and restless power.
Peter smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Excellent, better than ever!"
Peter patted him on the shoulder and shook the sack in his hand: "I'll share your experience of eating for the first time later. Now, we have to dispose of the body."
The two men put the body into a sack, carried it on Evans's shoulders, and walked across the field to the river. The sack was filled with some stones, and the two guys worked together to throw the sack into the river.
Peter clapped his hands: "Okay. Remember, you must clean up all traces after eating. Although this is Asia, it is no longer the Middle Ages. No matter how strong our recovery ability is, we will be torn to pieces by artillery fire."