"Hahahaha, Rong Sheng, you are teaching the younger generation. I envy you. Your son is very ambitious. Unlike me, I can only find a son-in-law to be my successor."
An imposing old man walked in and said to Mr. Rong with a smile.
Mr. Rong stood up and said, "Sheng Bao, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Mr. Bao came over and said, "It's my fault. I kept Rong Sheng waiting for so long. Please forgive me."
Mr. Bao sat across from Mr. Rong, and Rong Zhengen immediately poured tea for Mr. Bao quickly.
"Rong Sheng asked me to meet on the peninsula this time. I don't know what he has to say. He couldn't really ask me to have tea."
In fact, the chartering king was quite puzzled when he received the invitation from Mr. Rong. Although both of them were pro-mainland people, their business had little overlap, so he couldn't figure out Mr. Rong's intentions.
The chartering king took a sip of tea and asked: "Rong Sheng, you are now in charge of CITIC Corporation, are you trying to raise funds from me?"
Mr. Rong looked at Rong Zhengen and Jiang Hua who were standing next to him, and said with a smile: "I am here to show off these two juniors to you. Yesterday Xiaoquan told me about this junior's love for you Wharf
Regarding my opinion, I also want you as the person involved to comment on it. Bao Sheng is magnanimous and must be willing to help the younger generations."
The charter king laughed loudly: "Rong Sheng is a bit bullying. With an old-timer like you here, you still need my guidance."
The chartering king looked at Jiang Hua and Rong Zhengen and said, "That's fine, I'll just do my homework and listen to what these two wise nephews have to say."
Rong Zhengen and Jiang Hua talked about yesterday's analysis again and again. The chartered king kept listening carefully and tapped his fingers aimlessly on the table.
"Okay, okay, both nephews are talented people. I have always analyzed it from a business perspective and thought Newbigan would not make any big moves again. But after listening to the analysis of the two nephews, I discovered the loopholes in my idea. I
Forget about human nature, this is the most complicated and thorough.”
Mr. Rong said with a smile: "Little Dog has officially secretly collected funds in the secondary market this morning. The target is 2%. I think it will be of some use in the future."
Mr. Rong explained Rong Zhengen's operation clearly, so that the chartering king would not have unnecessary misunderstandings.
"Very good, my nephew can operate with confidence and boldness. As long as it can defeat the old ghost, I won't mind."
Mr. Rong said to Rong Zhengen: "Thank you, Uncle Bao, for having a lot of money. I will make you rich with it."
Rong Zhengen immediately thanked him, and the chartering king thought for a while and said, "When do you think Niubijian will take action?"
Rong Zhengen glanced at Jiang Hua, and Jiang Hua understood and said: "If I were New York, I would definitely choose to do it after Bao Sheng leaves Hong Kong. As we all know, Bao Sheng's cash flow is not very rich. After you leave Hong Kong, suddenly
Launch an attack so they can get it before you can raise the money."
The Charter King clapped his hands softly: "Very good, very wonderful, very beautiful analysis, Rong Sheng, there is a successor."
Mr. Rong said cheerfully: "That's ridiculous. I need more advice from Mr. Bao."
The charter king said with a smile: "In the middle of this year, I have a global trip. If Newbig will make any changes, it will definitely be at that time. The two young men must work harder and strive to become a stirrup by then.
A famous person in the city."
Rong Zhengen said with a smile: "I still have to thank Mr. Bao for giving me this opportunity."
Mr. Rong waved his hand: "Okay, you two go to work first, Bao Sheng and I will have a few more words."
Rong Zhengen led Jiang Hua out of the box. He clenched his fists excitedly: "It's safe this time. With Bao Sheng's backing, we're sure to make a profit without losing anything."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "If you are promising, can't you look further ahead? You will be satisfied if you become a mere celebrity in Hong Kong."
Rong Zhengen shook his head and said: "What you don't understand is that the education you and I have received since childhood is different. Your education environment tells you to despise authority. My education tells me to be a king and a minister. Father, father, son, father.
Recognition from one generation is the greatest affirmation."
This is true. The concept of clan is very popular in Xiangjiang. Old-fashioned traditions suppress the younger generation from acting arbitrarily. What these people want is stability.
Rong Zhengen said happily: "Let's go, I'll treat you to some entertainment tonight."
Jiang Hua waved his hand: "It's not appropriate. I still have a lot to learn, and I have to race against time to learn."
"You're so boring."
"I'm different from you. Just because I can speak Cantonese, don't really think of me as a Hong Kong person. My identity determines my behavior."
Rong Zhengen could only say helplessly: "Okay, I'll take you back."
"No need, you go and play with yourself, I'll take a walk by myself."
"Okay, get your driver's license as soon as possible. When the time comes, you can drive around Hong Kong and eat pigeons in Shatin."
Jiang Hua said impatiently: "Let's go, the nightclub is open."
These days, rich people like to go to nightclubs and dance halls. They are similar to the Eight Banners disciples in the Manchu Qing Dynasty. They like sensuality and sex. Although Rong Zhengen is motivated, he is not exempt from vulgarity.
Jiang Hua slowly walked ahead along the flow of people, crossed the street and crossed the overpass, watching the busy traffic, just like in his previous life.
Suddenly, Jiang Hua felt that the number of people around him seemed to be decreasing sharply, and Jiang Hua realized that his situation was not good.
At this moment, he was walking on the overpass. In the middle section, there were about a hundred people in front holding watermelon knives and steel pipes, and there were also a hundred or so people behind him holding watermelon knives and steel pipes.
Jiang Hua was in the middle. Looking at the situation on the surface, others would think that Jiang Hua was surrounded by two groups of people and wanted to beat him up.
"Boy, which prefix do you mean?" the leader of the group in front asked, pointing at Jiang Hua with a watermelon knife.
Jiang Hua still understands this Jianghu slang, thanks to reading some Hong Kong variety novels in his previous life.
Jiang Hua suddenly thought about it, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and gave a thumbs up with one hand: "Three old and four young, give it a try."
The southern faction's world is different from the northern faction's, and these gangsters now don't know what these words mean.
"Fuck, what the hell, chop him to death."
The boy became angry with embarrassment and waved his hand, hoping that his younger brothers would rush him.
Jiang Hua stretched out his hand and shouted: "Wait a minute, I was just passing by and didn't notice that I got in between you."
"I don't care about you, just chop him to death."
Jiang Hua scolded: "What the hell, you don't follow the moral principles of the world."
Jiang Hua suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the bastard. He took three steps and two steps in front of him, kicked him sideways in the air, grabbed his hand holding the watermelon knife, and snatched the blade with his bare hands. His offense and defense immediately shifted.
