The Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of Shinhwa Company.
Master Su got out of the car first, then Pidian ran over to open the door, and then Dai Fengnian got out of the Mercedes-Benz.
Dai Fengnian was dressed in a long robe and looked elegant and quiet. He looked like a teacher, not a business tycoon.
"Young Master, do you need to go over and tell Shi Zhijian to rush to the street?"
Dai Fengnian smiled slightly and said, "Wouldn't that be a warning to others?"
Master Su nodded and bowed, "Master is right! We are here today to see if this snake is dead or alive."
Dai Fengnian walked towards the building. The Indian third brother Amir who was guarding the door of the building wore a big hat on his head and was cooking curry rice. When he saw someone coming, he stopped what he was doing and stepped forward to stop him: "Sorry, friend, this is the place."
This is a private work area and outsiders are not allowed in."
Master Su Zheng was about to step forward and yell at Amir, "How dare you, an Indian, meddle in other people's business?"
But Dai Fengnian stretched out his hand to stop him.
Dai Fengnian smiled slightly, took out his wallet from his arms, took out ten Hong Kong dollars, and said to Amir in a warm tone: "Is that okay? Am I still not an outsider?"
Amir looked at the ten Hong Kong dollars and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I am a Sikh. Our tenancy rules teach us not to be greedy for petty gains, but to be honest and trustworthy, and to be dedicated to our duties!"
Dai Fengnian nodded. Indeed, many gatekeepers and private security guards in Hong Kong are Sikh Indians, and these people are indeed very loyal.
So, Dai Fengnian took out another hundred Hong Kong dollars from his wallet and handed it over: "What about now?"
Amir's eyes twitched, "Dear friend, I suddenly feel that you are similar to a relative in our hometown. He is also so generous. Since we are relatives, we are not outsiders!" After that, he took the hundred yuan.
Hong Kong dollar, an invitation to Dai Fengnian, "I hope you have a pleasant lunch!"
Dai Fengnian smiled, there is nothing in this world that cannot be bought with money.
Just as he was about to go upstairs, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to ask Amir, who was about to continue making curry rice: "By the way, how is the Shinhwa Company upstairs doing?"
Amir blinked: "Sir, you are asking the right person. Others don't know, but I know very well!"
"Oh, tell me!" Dai Fengnian looked at Amir.
Amir looked at his curry rice: "I'm sorry, sir! I have to cook. If I don't, it will burn."
Dai Fengnian smiled, took out another hundred Hong Kong dollars and handed it to Amir: "I bought your curry rice!"
Amir chuckled: "Sir, you are so generous. I like a kind person like you!"
After a pause, Amir said: "Now Shinhwa Company is about to go bankrupt, and debt collectors come here every day. As a guard, I helped them fend off many debt collectors."
"Oh my god, I have never seen such a poor company. It can't even pay workers' wages. By the way, that boss Shi once promised to give me fifty yuan a month to help clean their company sign. I'm afraid
Now I’m going to be obscene! I hate those people who don’t mean what they say!”
Amir looked indignant.
Dai Fengnian was very satisfied with Amir's answer and patted Amir on the shoulder: "You are very good! You will continue to use the sign in the future, but it will not be Shinhwa's, but Yongkang's!"
When Dai Fengnian took Master Su upstairs, Amir smiled and looked at the money he had saved in his hand, "Mr. Shi is right, this Dai is a wealthy man!"
…
Dai Fengnian took his master Su Da Yao upstairs in a big way.
Arriving at the door of Shinhwa Company's office, Mr. Su was about to knock on the door, but Dai Fengnian reached out to stop him. He pushed the door open with one hand and then knocked three times on the door.
As soon as the company door opened, a puff of choking smoke came in.
Dai Fengnian was unprepared and was choked to death.
Dai Fengnian always regarded himself as a Confucian scholar and did not like eating, smoking or drinking. He waved away the incoming smoke with his hands and coughed: "What's going on? Is there a fire?"
"Mr. Dai, are you here?" said a weak voice.
Dai Fengnian looked around and saw Shi Zhijian sitting on a chair with a fluffy head and a cigarette in his hand. He looked like a heavy smoker in the late Qing Dynasty. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard. His whole appearance was extremely decadent.
Dai Fengnian covered his nose, deep down he was very satisfied with Shi Zhijian's virtue, but his face turned pale with shock, and he said in surprise: "You are... Shi Zhijian? How could this be? Why are you so decadent?"
Shi Zhijian tried his best to stand up from the chair, sighed, and pulled up a chair for Dai Fengnian to sit down. "It's a long story. I didn't expect those debt collectors to be so cruel."
"Really? It's not easy to do business, you're still young!" Dai Fengnian sat down with serious words.
Master Su Wenwen stood next to him, looking around with his eyes. In addition to Shi Zhijian, Liu Jianxiong and others also looked decadent, as if they could not survive being debt collectors.
Master Su sighed, these people are useless!
Shi Zhijian took out a cigarette and handed it to Dai Fengnian: "I used to smoke Marlboros and Sanwu, but now I can only smoke Lucky Strike. I hope Mr. Dai won't dislike it."
"How could it be? Although you and I are enemies and rivals, we are also friends!" Dai Fengnian took the cigarette, but did not smoke it. Instead, he put it aside and said: "To be honest, now is not the time to smoke. I know that my sister Fengnian
What Ni did was wrong, she shouldn't have done so many things. Especially Brother Shi and I hit it off right away. If these things hadn't happened, maybe we could have become very good friends."
Shi Zhijian seemed to be a little touched, his cheek twitched, and he said with emotion: "You can't blame your sister Feng Ni, I am also wrong. Back then, I was proud of my talent, and no one took me seriously. I also owed you something."
Dai Fengnian sighed and said, "If I had known today, why would I do it in the first place! Brother Shi, although you have encountered setbacks, you can grow through them. This is not a blessing."
Shi Zhijian stretched out his hand to hold Dai Fengnian's hand, with a heart-wrenching expression: "But I can't bear this kind of blessing! You also know that I was born in Shek Kip Mei, and I was born poor. In order to let my sister feed my niece,
, I just started my business.”
"I thought that with a little cleverness, I could dominate the Hong Kong shopping malls, especially the food industry, but it turned out..."
Shi Zhijian let out a long sigh, "As soon as Miss Dai took action, my neck was stuck and it was difficult to turn over. Now I owe a large debt. The bank cannot repay the money, the factory cannot pay wages, and there are waves of debt collectors.
To be honest, I feel like dying!"
Dai Fengnian came here to find out the details of Shi Zhijian's company, but he didn't expect that Shi Zhijian would tell the truth and say it so tragically.
Dai Fengnian was dubious.
Shi Zhijian took a long puff of cigarette, choked and shed tears, and said slightly melancholy: "Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day, and those who mess up my heart will be troubled today! Only today do I know how to write the word "ku".
!”
Damn it, you’re almost on the street, and you’re still reciting poetry?
