St. Paul City, Headquarters of the Chinese Trade Union.
Huang Peishan lowered his head, stood next to Huo Dongsheng, and replied softly: "They will arrive the day after tomorrow. I have made arrangements for them at the Baolian Hotel. Don't worry, I have already prepared everything that needs to be prepared."
"We must do a good job in security," Huo Dongsheng reminded softly, "to ensure his safety."
"It's all arranged," Huang Peishan responded immediately: "The participants are all direct descendants of us."
"Hmm..." Huo Dongsheng nodded slightly.
"Then who will come over here...?" Huang Peishan asked tentatively.
"Dong Ke, Liu Tao, just you three." Huo Dongsheng pointed at Huang Peishan: "Let's meet first."
"Okay, I'll go notify you right away." Huang Peishan immediately turned around and went out.
Huo Dongsheng was sitting in the office, thinking about something with his hands folded. Less than five minutes later, there was a knock on the office door again.
"Dong dong dong!"
Huo Dongsheng responded: "Come in."
The office door was pushed open, and Wu Boxin, who had already served as the top leader of Huaxing Trading Company, strode in: "Lao Huo, are you busy?"
"I'm not busy right now, come on, come on, sit down!"
Huo Dongsheng asked Wu Boxin to sit on the sofa next to him.
"You're here just in time. I have special tea leaves just sent from China District." Huo Dongsheng opened the drawer and took out a wooden can: "This tea... I control Wang Xiao and ask for it. Most people really
Can’t drink.”
He sat opposite Wu Boxin, playing with the sea of tea in front of him, skillfully picking out the tea leaves, putting them in the teapot, and then began to boil water and make tea.
Wu Boxin sat on the sofa, looked at Lao Huo who was playing with the tea set, and said straight to the point: "Lao Huo, give me some money. I'm going to have a private cocktail party in Canada next week, and a few important people are coming.
, and you have to pay a little commission to the middleman.”
Huo Dongsheng nodded, and while washing the tea set, he asked, "How much do you want?"
"About one thousand to ten thousand." Wu Boxin reported a number.
"In this case, I will grant you fifteen million." Huo Dongsheng agreed without any hesitation at all: "If you buy something, you can't be too poor, otherwise no one will do errands for us in the future."
After the tea was boiled, Huo Dongsheng poured a cup for Wu Boxin first. As the steaming tea poured out, a scent of tea also spread out.
"Open and bright." Wu Boxin was very satisfied. He and Lao Huo really enjoyed the cooperation. Whether it was asking for people or money, the other party never said a word "no", let alone interfered.
"It's all to do a good job in the association." Huo Dongsheng said with a smile: "If it weren't for you, Lao Wu, our Huaxing Trading Company wouldn't be able to develop so fast."
"The main reason is that your support is so good." Wu Boxin also offered a commercial compliment: "Okay, then you have a drink and I'll call the other person back."
"Don't worry, it's still late for you to drink tea." Huo Dongsheng looked at Wu Boxin with concern and said in a normal way: "Work is indeed important, but people of our age also need to rest occasionally! If your body breaks down
Yes, that would be the association’s loss.”
This is how Huo Dongsheng interacts with people. He is never impatient and can get things done by chatting about everyday things.
Wu Boxin sat indoors for about half an hour before leaving with the approval slip.
Huo Dongsheng was happy to approve the payment, and Wu Boxin felt comfortable. However, there were also some different voices within the Chinese Trade Union, including Wang An and Wang Xiao, who all felt that the money given to Wu Boxin was too much. In the past two months,
Approvals exceeding 10 million have been issued four or five times.
But because Wu Boxin did play a role, these dissatisfied voices were gradually suppressed.
…
Longcheng, a certain warehouse.
The location of the warehouse is very remote, the surroundings are a bit dirty, and there are no people around. In front of the warehouse, there are two silver vans parked, and a young man is squatting on the ground smoking next to the vans.
Not far away, a black off-road vehicle drove over and slowly stopped in front of the warehouse door.
The car door opened, and Yu Mingyuan walked out with a gloomy expression.
"President Yu."
When the young man saw Yu Mingyuan, he immediately stood up and greeted him.
Yu Mingyuan nodded and walked towards the warehouse. The young man ran forward and opened the warehouse door for Yu Mingyuan.
There were about ten people inside, including Zhou Tonghui and Kong Zhenghui. In addition to the two of them, Brother Qiu was also in the warehouse. He was sitting on a chair, surrounding a cardboard box and playing cards with his men. In Qiu
There is a centipede-like scar on my brother's face.
Seeing Yu Mingyuan, Brother Qiu immediately threw away the cards in his hand, stood up, and greeted Yu Mingyuan: "Hello, President Yu."
"Yes." Yu Mingyuan waved, "Everyone is here, let's have a meeting."
The warehouse door was closed again, and everyone hurriedly picked up their stools and sat around a table in the warehouse.
After Yu Mingyuan sat down, he glanced at everyone, and then asked: "Brother Qiu, have you told everything?"
Everyone nodded, and Yu Mingyuan looked at Kong Zhenghui, who was sitting next to him: "Has the plan been made?"
"It's all done." Kong Zhenghui nodded expressionlessly.
"Okay." Yu Mingyuan looked at Zhou Tonghui on the other side: "Where are you, have you found the manpower?"
"That's OK with me." Zhou Tonghui made a no-questions-asked gesture: "They are all from District 1. My brothers are reliable in doing things, so don't worry."
"Okay." Yu Mingyuan stretched out two fingers: "I will emphasize two points: First, Zhenghui will send the plan to everyone in a while. You must strictly follow this plan and absolutely do not allow any mistakes.
Remember, we must not leave any trace of us, otherwise all the previous preparations will be wasted and the time will be wasted. Secondly, we have endured for five months, just for this day, everyone has snacks and the final word is finalized.
!”
Everyone nodded, and Yu Mingyuan discussed with everyone for a while. After everything was almost settled, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's do it all."
As soon as he stood up, Brother Qiu called out to him.
"President Yu, let me go!" Brother Qiu stared at Yu Mingyuan and volunteered: "No one is more suitable for this job than me."
"You can't do it, your face is too familiar." Yu Mingyuan directly rejected Brother Qiu: "Besides, you have personal emotions."
Brother Qiu was silent. Although he was a member of the military affairs department, the upper-level department was closely connected with Yu Mingyuan's Tongji Association. The two belonged to the same lineage, so Yu Mingyuan was also considered his leader.
Yu Mingyuan reached out and patted Brother Qiu on the shoulder: "You have something to do later, don't worry."
Brother Qiu nodded slowly, mentally agreeing with Yu Mingyuan's statement.
Everyone walked out the door and got into their cars. Kong Zhenghui stayed behind and quietly pulled Yu Mingyuan, leaving him behind.
"Mingyuan..." Kong Zhenghui looked complicated and asked: "Have you thought about it? Do you really want to do this? The dishes are not for us to play around with, let's wipe our butts...!"
Yu Mingyuan's voice was low: "The plate does not belong to one person, I have already decided."
"Okay then." Seeing that Yu Mingyuan had made up his mind, Kong Zhenghui said nothing more and turned around to leave the warehouse.
…
An office in an unknown area.
A blond man sat at the desk and said slowly to a middle-aged man in front of him: "Go ahead and handle this matter, and be sure to keep it confidential."