The group of dock workers who were helping Shi Zhijian move the machine all stopped and stood there with their bare arms and boredom, either eating cigarettes or talking, and patiently waiting for new orders.
In the steward's office.
Solid wood tables and chairs, huge file racks.
A large-format Western self-portrait hangs on the wall behind the desk.
In the portrait, Zeng Wenju has two mustaches and is full of energy. Below is a line of small words: "Promoted to Xu's Shipping Steward in 1965!"
At this time, Zeng Wenju was sitting proudly on his boss's chair. In front of him, Shi Zhijian was sitting on the sofa.
Zeng Wenju asked his female secretary to get him a cup of coffee. Although he was dressed in a traditional Chinese suit, carrying a pocket watch, he was very keen on drinking coffee, smoking cigars, and playing with foreign things like crosses.
Zeng Wenju has always believed that he is very capable, combines Chinese and Western styles, and can perfectly accommodate Guilao culture while maintaining his personal style.
Until he met Shi Zhijian.
Shi Zhijian's speech and behavior made Zeng Wenju feel like a country bumpkin.
Shi Zhijian never took the initiative to compare with Zeng Wenju.
But Zeng Wenju always likes to compare Shi Zhijian. To put it bluntly, he is looking for abuse.
At this moment, Zeng Wenju was drinking coffee, biting a cigar, leaning on the boss's chair, and squinting at Shi Zhijian, looking aloof.
"Mr. Shi, I have inquired. Your machines are worth a total of 400,000 yuan. According to our shipping company's consignment rate, you will be charged 10%, which comes to a total of 40,000 yuan!"
Zeng Wenju puffed on his cigar, thinking that after hearing the price, Shi Zhijian would take the initiative to move out of Xu Sanshao as his backer, but he was wrong.
Shi Zhijian remained calm, took out a box of Marlboros from his arms, bit one in his mouth, put his hands together and lit it: "Forty thousand yuan, not much."
Zeng Wenju was stunned for a moment, biting his big cigar in confusion, "Not much? Then please pay for it!"
Shi Zhijian shook his head and blew a smoke ring at Zeng Wenju: "I give you money, do you dare to accept it?"
Zeng Wenju was amused, "What do you mean? Why don't I dare to accept it?"
"How much do you charge me?" Shi Zhijian crossed his legs and scratched the bridge of his nose with the hand holding the cigarette.
"Of course I can make the decision!" Zeng Wenju said firmly, "I'm the biggest here, I can charge you as much as I say!"
"Really?" Shi Zhijian pointed to the phone on Zeng Wenju's desk and said, "How about you make a call first?!"
Sure enough, you want to use Third Young Master to suppress me!
Zeng Wenju secretly laughed in his heart, "Mr. Shi, don't use the third young master to pressure me! What if I call? The manager of this shipping company is the eldest young master of the Xu family, not the third young master!"
"Also, do you know who I am? I am the uncle-in-law of the eldest son of the Xu family! So, I have the final say here!" Zeng Wenjun tapped his fingers on the table, making a clicking sound, and his momentum was like a rainbow!
Shi Zhijian smiled and tapped his fingers on the coffee table like Zeng Wenju, "When will I ask you to call Third Young Master?"
"If you don't call him, who should you call?"
"Of course it's the eldest young master!"
Zeng Wenju was immediately stunned, "Call the young master?"
Before Zeng Wenju could figure out why Shi Zhijian asked him to call Mr. Xu Shijian, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.
Zeng Wenju was startled.
Shi Zhijian, however, seemed to have expected it, pointing to the phone: "Answer the phone first!"
Zeng Wenju picked up the phone in confusion, and Xu Shijian's voice came from the phone: "Shi Zhijian's consignment fee is free!"
"Huh?" Zeng Wenju was stunned and asked into the microphone: "Why?"
"Bah!" There was no answer and hung up directly.
Zeng Wenju blushed.
The young master hung up the phone, still in front of Shi Zhijian.
"What did Young Master Xu say?" Shi Zhijian looked at him with a smile.
Zeng Wenju rubbed his chin fiercely, not knowing how to answer.
…
After Shi Zhijian left, Zeng Wenju couldn't sit still anymore and immediately called a car and rushed to the office of Xu Shijian, the eldest son.
Central, Tsui Shipping Building.
When Zeng Wenju rushed to the building, he first went to see Xu Shijian's personal secretary Wei Charlie.
The staff told him that Secretary Wei caught a cold in the rain last night and was resting at home.
Zeng Wenju had a headache.
Charlie Wei and he have always had a good relationship, and they like to communicate with each other. Today, Zeng Wenju wanted to get some information through him first, but he didn't expect that this guy was sick.
No matter so much!
Come on hard!
I am the eldest brother-in-law, and I am afraid of birds!
In the office, Xu Shijian was sitting behind a huge desk correcting documents.
Zeng Wenju didn't let the girl at the reception desk inform him, so he opened the door and rushed in angrily.
"Shijian, what are you doing? Do you know that I just couldn't stand up to Shi Zhijian who was throwing me on the street?" Zeng Wenju was very angry.
"As you know, Shi Zhijian is a friend of Third Young Master, and I'm trying to help you by making things difficult for him!"
"Help me? How can you help me?" Xu Shijian put down his pen and looked up at his wife's uncle Zeng Wenju coldly.
Zeng Wenju was still angry, "Everyone knows that the third young master is ambitious. On the surface, he is interested in romance, but in fact he wants to get involved in Xu's shipping. This time he said he would help Shi Zhijian, but he is actually testing your attitude towards him! If you are too weak,
He will reach in and interfere with the company’s shipping affairs!”
"Also, that Shi Zhijian is obviously Third Young Master's man. He kissed me on the boat with Gui Laoqi and his gang. Anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that he is trying to win people's hearts for Third Young Master!"
Xu Shijian slowly got up from the boss chair, walked up to Zeng Wenju, who was blushing and thick-necked, with his hands behind his back, and looked at him coldly.
Zeng Wenju: "What are you looking at me for?"
Xu Shijian spoke calmly: "First of all, I want you to understand that this is my office and no one can come in without my permission!"
Only then did Zeng Wenju feel the invisible pressure of Xu Shijian's momentum, and realized that he had just been impulsive.
"Ahem, this, I..."
"Secondly, I really don't like it when you call me 'Shijian'! This is a company, not a home! Not in front of your niece!"
Zeng Wenju's eyelids twitched as he felt the invisible anger bursting out from Xu Shijian.
"Finally, do you want to know why I want to help Shi Zhijian?" Xu Shijian turned around and took a bunch of photos from his desk, and threw them at Zeng Wenju's face, "Because of this!"
A stack of photos was thrown at Zeng Wenju's face. Because it was too sharp, it cut Zeng Wenju's left cheek, leaving a bloody streak.
Zeng Wenju was thrown away inexplicably. Facing the imposing Xu Shijian, he ignored the pain in his cheeks and hurriedly stuck out his butt and bent down to pick up the scattered photos on the ground. Then he was stunned when he saw that all the photos were secretly engaged in smuggling.
screen.
"I can turn a blind eye or close an eye if you eat secretly, but you should wipe your mouth clean at least!" Xu Shijian said slowly, "You let people catch you and take so many photos, but you have several meanings.
?”
Xu Shijian's tone suddenly became sharp.
"Do you think my seat is too stable and you are causing trouble for me? Or do you think I am too boring and are you looking for something to do for me?"
Under Xu Shijian's questioning, Zeng Wenju was so frightened that he was sweating profusely and speechless.
Xu Shijian looked at his frightened uncle-in-law, stretched out his right hand and patted Zeng Wenju's shoulder hard, leaned forward and whispered into his ear: "I don't care what you do! But if you want to offend me, don't say you are my uncle-in-law.
, even the King of Heaven, I don’t have to talk about it!”