0344 [Shocking and crying ghosts and gods, the new song is released! 】
Liu Jianxiong has always been very ambitious and firmly believed that he would rather be a chicken head than an ox tail. Especially after working under Shi Zhijian for so long, Shi Zhijian's strength made him breathless.
If Shi Zhijian was just strong, that would be enough, but Shi Zhijian's unfathomable intelligence and determination to kill once again crushed him to the point where nothing was left.
So much so that Liu Jianxiong simply couldn't find the value of his existence in Shinhwa Company.
Shi Zhijian's light is so powerful that no matter whether it is Liu Jianxiong, Bai Ledi, or even many of Shi Zhijian's opponents, they will feel powerless when facing Shi Zhijian, so that they will have a feeling of powerlessness, as if the fire of a firefly cannot compete with the sun and the moon.
Shi Zhijian observed the words and saw Liu Jianxiong was lost in thought while holding the document. He took a sip of coffee and said, "I know what you are thinking. From now on, I will leave the three factories of Shinhwa Company to you, and even the investment in Jiahe Film will be temporarily suspended."
Leave it to you..."
"Uh? How can this be done?" Liu Jianxiong suddenly came back to his senses.
Shi Zhijian smiled and said, "Why not? You can take care of Shinhwa and develop your family's fan factory at the same time. Kill two birds with one stone, why not?"
"As for me," Shi Zhijian paused, put down the coffee in his hand, looked up at Liu Jianxiong and said, "during this period, I may concentrate on developing Tsuen Wan Real Estate and have no time to take care of the company."
Liu Jianxiong understood that Shi Zhijian came to him today not only to appease himself, but also to give him full authority to handle the business of Shinhwa Company.
This is a challenge and an opportunity.
After thinking about it again, it seems to be a good deal to exchange 50% of the shares of Liu's Fan Company for 3% of the shares of Yuen Long Instant Noodles Factory.
Shi Zhijian knows best whether it's cost-effective or not. In the previous generation, Liu Jianxiong changed the family factory to Ameco Company and continued to produce ceiling fans.
In the mid-to-late 1970s, the shadow of the oil crisis was still lingering, and Europe and the United States were caught up in the clamor for energy conservation. Coupled with the nostalgic atmosphere at that time, the classical ceiling fans produced by Aimego became very popular in the American market.
In less than two years, Aimeigao, which started with 220 workers and 270,000 Hong Kong dollars, has grown to employ 10,000 people, and Liu Jianxiong has also earned his first billion in wealth.
In August 1983, the Sino-British Joint Declaration was signed, and Ameco Industrial was listed. At that time, the total assets had reached HK$500 million.
It can be said that Liu's current humble fan factory will be a golden rooster that lays golden eggs in the future.
On the other hand, the current instant noodle factory's business development is basically saturated, and its profit-making effect has passed its peak period. Compared with the Liu family's fan factory, the price/performance ratio is far off.
Of course, Liu Jianxiong couldn't see this, and thought that he had taken advantage of him. He expressed his gratitude to Shi Zhijian with some excitement: "Brother Jian, you are such a kind person! I-----"
"It goes without saying that you are grateful, but you should sign first!"
"Hey!" Liu Jianxiong answered simply and quickly picked up his pen to sign, fearing that Shi Zhijian would regret it.
…
After Liu Jianxiong signed the contract, Shi Zhijian encouraged him a few more words, smoothed his hair down, and then left happily.
Shi Zhijian breathed out, leaned back on the boss's chair, reached out and took a sip of coffee.
Jingle bell bell!
The phone on the desk rang.
Shi Zhijian put down his coffee and reached out to take the phone. Before he could speak, a voice on the other end said: "Is it A Jian? How was last night? Did you get it done?"
Shi Zhijian knew who the other party was without having to guess.
"Thank you for your concern, Third Young Master! It's rare for you to get up so early!"
Shi Zhijian glanced at his watch and saw that it was only half past eight.
"Do you think I'm that lazy?" Xu Sanshao was leaning on the big bed in the VIP room of the Peninsula Hotel, holding a phone in his right hand and a cigarette in his left hand. Next to him was a beautiful girl who was looking up.
"I woke up early! And I vowed not to indulge in wine and sex from today on, but to work hard!"
As soon as Xu Sanshao finished speaking, the beautiful girl woke up, crawled over and snuggled into his arms, "Third Master, who are you talking to? Come on, stop talking, let's sleep for a while."
"Have a good sleep! Are you hungry? Do you want me to order a double sausage for you?"
"I'm going to kill you!" the pretty girl said with a shy look on her face.
Xu Sanshao still wanted to flirt with the pretty girl, but suddenly he remembered that he was on the phone. He coughed twice and put the cigarette into the pretty girl's mouth to shut her up.
"Ajian, don't change the subject!" Xu Sanshao took the phone and said to Shi Zhijian, "I want to ask you, what did you and Nie Yongqin do last night?"
"Why should I tell you?"
Shi Zhijian's words almost choked Mr. Xu to death.
The other end of the phone took a deep breath: "Can you just pity me? Come on, tell me."
"It's easy to listen if you want, but you also have to show some sincerity."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want to ask you something."
"What happened?"
"About Miss Huo's friend, Miss He!"
"You mean He Chaoying? What do you want to ask?"
"What are her hobbies, what songs does she like to listen to, etc."
Xu Sanshao was stunned on the other end of the phone, "Why are you asking these questions? Are you trying to poach someone?"
"I'm digging you! Mr. Huo asked me to help write songs. I have to know what Miss He likes."
"She likes the Beatles, John Lennon! Oh, and Elvis Presley!"
The pretty girl next to her put the cigarette she had taken two puffs into Mr. Xu's mouth again. The third young man took a big sip, exhaled the smoke, turned around and continued to give Shi Zhijian advice: "In my opinion, you can just let Mr. Huo dress up as Elvis Presley.
Just wear bell-bottom pants, have big sideburns, hold the guitar and wiggle your butt in front of Ah Ying! You know what I say, Mr. Huo is terrible at playing the guitar and even worse at singing. He won’t be saved this time!”
Shi Zhijian was stunned, "Why didn't you say anything then?"
"You didn't even ask me!"
Shi Zhijian rolled his eyes while holding the phone, "I suspect you did it on purpose."
"Haha, you saw it. Ajian, didn't you say that you are very sharp? You also helped Nie Yongqin compose so many songs. This time, let's see how you turn decay into magic and help that tone-deaf guy Mr. Huo win.
Ah Ying is happy!"
Shi Zhijian didn't expect this guy to be so vengeful.
"Okay, then I won't ask any more questions! I won't bother you with your double-wrapped intestines!" After saying that, Shi Zhijian hung up the phone with a "click".
On the other end, Mr. Xu held the phone, "Hey, hey, hey?! Pick, this Ajian dares to hang up on me?"
The pretty girl climbed up and said, "If you die, just die! Come on, let's continue to have fun!"
"I'm so happy! Do you think that I, Mr. Xu, am the kind of swinger who does that kind of thing in broad daylight? Wrong! I just said that I will work hard from now on!"
"I believe in you! Then let me see how you hit the nail on the head, move forward bravely, and work hard!"
"You are looking for death!"
Xu Sanshao is like a hungry tiger pouncing on food!
…
Shi Zhijian tapped the paper with a pen. He had just asked someone to collect some personal information about Miss He Chaoying.
If you want to see Mr. Huo, then you must make Mr. Huo happy. If you want to make Mr. Huo happy, then you must first make Miss He happy.
He Chaoying, 21 years old, mixed race, beautiful, likes music and art, good at painting, but because of her father, she majors in law in school.
I like Chinese culture, especially China’s “Four Great Classics”, and I am familiar with the characters and stories in them.
In terms of music, I like the American national treasure black band The Pats in the 1950s, the current British Beatles, and the American Elvis Presley.
It can be said that the eldest daughter of the He family has a wide range of hobbies, and it is very difficult to compose a song that makes her happy and satisfied.
Coupled with Mr. Huo's poor guitar playing and tone-deaf singing voice, trying to please Miss He and make her happy is simply a fool's errand.
Suddenly, Shi Zhijian's eyes lit up, as if he suddenly remembered something.
Paist Band!
The Beatles!
They all once sang the same song, the famous "ONLY YOU"!
However, the steamed buns chewed by our predecessors still taste bad no matter how much we chew them.
Unless something else is wrong.
Thinking of this, Shi Zhijian immediately thought of the famous celebrity who sang this song in his previous life——Brother Jiaying!
Brother Jiaying's song "ONLY YOU" is absolutely earth-shattering and shocking.
The most important thing is that it is very suitable for an eighteenth-line singer like Mr. Huo who cannot play guitar well and has a terrible singing voice.
Making jokes will actually have a wonderful effect.
So Shi Zhijian immediately had an idea and started writing furiously.
Swish, swish, swish!
The tip of the pen moves across the white paper, making a rustling sound.
After a while, a brand new song appeared on the white paper -----
"only you can take me
only you can kill goblins and ghosts
only you can protect me
Don't let D clam sperm and crab sperm tap me
Only you are weak
It’s just you…”
When he finally finished writing the entire adapted song "ONLY YOU", Shi Zhijian put down the pen in his hand, stretched his wrist, reached for the manuscript paper, flicked it with his fingers, and said to himself: "Master Huo, Master Huo, I
There is only so much that can help you! It depends on whether you are strong enough this time!"
