British 1986

not enough people?

This is a problem. Although there are many employees involved in the family business, people who can really do this kind of thing will only know the scarcity when they use it.

If Karl Lao is asked to transfer people back from the United States, the goal will be too big and the risks will be high.

For people from other places, the only people left who are suitable and trustworthy for doing this kind of thing are a group of people from India. If you want to transfer people there, you have to add a group of trustworthy people to bring them back. Replace people.

But there is no need to tell Old Karl about the trouble here.

"Okay, I understand. I'll arrange the manpower issue in a few days. Where's the TV station? How's it going?"

"There is no problem with the shares. At the beginning of next month, the TV station will hold a shareholders' meeting. At that time, they will further discuss the sale of the TV station."

"Okay, I'll go there myself then."

There are only a few days left until the beginning of next month. When Allen thinks about it, what kind of expressions will those old people think of him when they see him appear in the conference room at the Welsh TV station's shareholders meeting?

Shock? Surprised? panic?

Suddenly a shareholder was replaced at the shareholders' meeting, and it was an unexpected person. Are you surprised or surprised?

In Cardiff in early August, the weather was quite normal, and the temperature of more than 20 degrees in the morning was not too hot. Allen deliberately changed to a few very low-key cars and did not run any convoys. This time he came to join. Husband, the main thing is to be low-key.

Although he often passes by here, Allen rarely observes the situation in Cardiff, and he doesn't care what happens here.

Most of the reasons are due to getting used to it. Unlike some places where the appearance changes after a few days, it develops rapidly.

Even if you don’t come to a place like Cardiff for a few years, and come back after a few years, most of the places will still be the same, nothing will change, they are all fixed, just like playing an indestructible map in a game. , rigid and boring.

But today was different. He was not in a hurry to go to the meeting. Allen observed the shops on the roadside along the way. It was after nine o'clock in Cardiff, which was the time when people were just getting up and getting ready to go to work, which was also the legendary busy period.

Many restaurants and supermarkets are open, and there are obviously many more people on the streets than at normal times.

In front of a small store with very friendly words, Allen stopped the car for a moment.

"Go check out this store and bring me the menu."

"Okay, Master."

Xiao Shitou parked the car and went to do it in person.

"Um"

In just a few minutes, Xiao Shitou brought back a plastic-wrapped menu with pictures in both Chinese and English.

"Menxia Specialty Breakfast"

"Sha Cha Noodles: £5"

"Oyster Omelette: Small 4 GBP, Large 6 GBP"

The price is a little higher than other breakfasts in Wales, but because of the "exotic" label, it doesn't seem too expensive.

But it was strange for Allen to see this in Cardiff.

"Master, the owner of this shop is from Menxia. He has only been here a few months. He only serves breakfast and late-night snacks. He said that there are people in Swansea and our county who have opened such shops, and the competition is a bit fierce. , he found another way to open a store in Cardiff.”

"oh"

Speaking of this, Alan remembered that in the past, when he asked people to invest in China, the first place he went to the south was the city of Menxia. Later, after Carmarthenshire implemented a single management area, he even asked people to go there to seek a few places. sister cities to deepen their relationship.

Menxia City is also listed.

People in China's coastal cities are actually very enterprising. As long as there is a way, they dare to come out. Some overseas Chinese, for whatever reason, many of their ancestral homes are in coastal areas.

Maybe Alan has been to Llanelli and Swansea less often and rarely paid attention to it. This time he came to Cardiff for a meeting. If he hadn't arrived early, he wouldn't have noticed this store.

Now I finally saw a familiar restaurant in a foreign country. Needless to say, I felt a sense of intimacy.

"Go and pack everything they have and bring it to the conference room to eat later."

Handing the menu back to Xiao Shitou, Allen explained.

"Hey, wait a minute, how many shareholders are coming to the meeting today?"

Just as Xiao Shitou was about to get out of the car, he was stopped by Allen again.

"It seems like fifteen people?"

"Then pack twenty copies! Pack one for each of them."

"OK!"

Wales Television, formerly a radio channel, was transformed into a television station after post-war economic reconstruction and restructuring.

But the TV station was not doing well at the time, and it later changed hands.

This is a TV station that has passed through several hands.

Due to differences in business philosophy, Welsh TV's profitability has always been very poor. In the past, it would receive some subsidies and could barely survive.

Later, as each shareholder gradually got older, the business philosophy changed again.

When some shareholders were young, they were passionate about trying to "save the country" through TV stations, hoping to promote Wales and revive the glory of Wales chasing the Celtics.

Later, as I got older, I realized how ridiculous their thoughts back then were.

Most of today’s people don’t even speak Welsh. Who cares whether you want to revive Wales or not?

The economy is so bad, how can we talk about culture?

The programs broadcast by the TV station are not novel and have some political overtones.

It was expected that few people would watch this kind of program, and later even the advertisers gave up, leaving only some fodder advertisements. I would like to insert these advertisements during my spare time.

The entire Welsh TV office building is full of historical atmosphere.

Their headquarters is not an old building, but a replica retro building, which is a branch of Victorian architecture - a red brick building.

Most of the characteristics of this type of building are literal. The appearance of the building is red, which means it is a red brick building. However, most of the buildings using this kind of building are teaching buildings such as universities.

The office building they later built had a sense of borrowing objects to express emotion, but Allen couldn't appreciate it anyway.

As for Cardiff, the overall population is not large, the plot of land is large, and the Welsh TV station is not in the city center, so their office building is quite large. For those who don't understand, it is quite bluffing at first glance.

"If I don't find a new owner to take over or bring in new shareholders, the value of my shares will keep shrinking. Now the economic situation is so bad that dividends have been stopped for how many years? I firmly agree to sell the TV station!"

"I also agree. If you still want to keep your shares, I will find someone to trade with you privately."

"Comes! What was your ideal before? When you acquired the TV station, you were the first to support the idea of ​​the TV station, right? Now that the TV station is no longer profitable, you are the fastest?"

"Now and then, who can have trouble with money? I am getting older and I also need money for retirement."

"You are so short of pension money? You and..."

"Okay Ross, you are opposed to selling the TV station, isn't it because your shares are sold at a low price now? It is a bit lower than when you acquired the shares, but if you sell it earlier, you will lose less."

"I don't even see a glimmer of hope right now."

"You fart, do I care about money? I care about the future of the TV station. If the TV station is sold, will there be another TV station that will broadcast Welsh-language programs in the future?"

"You don't understand English?"

"You are making excuses!"

In the large conference room, around the long conference table, a dozen old men in suits and leather shoes were noisy.

"Why hasn't Leipzig arrived yet? He holds the most shares. What does he say?"

Someone was acting as a peacemaker, and seeing that there was going to be another quarrel, they changed the topic by mentioning Leipzig, which had not yet arrived.

"Hmph. Leipzig must have asked his backer for instructions again. He's so mysterious."

"Don't talk nonsense, that old guy from Leipzig."

"bump!"

Several old men were taunting each other. There was a bang and the door of the conference room was suddenly opened as if it had been kicked open. A group of big men in black filed in and quickly occupied both sides of the door of the conference room.

This posture caused everyone in the conference room who had been arguing just now to silence themselves and look at this group of uninvited guests with vigilance.

"Tap tap tap"

In the completely silent atmosphere, there was a sound of leather shoes falling from far to near. The footsteps were unusually steady, approaching the conference room unhurriedly, and then - the owner of the sound appeared at the door of the conference room.

He was wearing a slim-fitting light gray casual suit, brown leather shoes, and a soft top hat on his head. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he felt that the person was tall and probably young.

"Good morning, gentlemen, have you all had breakfast? I'll treat you to breakfast."

Allen looked at the main seat of the long conference table, walked to the old man sitting on the main table and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to give up your seat to me?"

The old man looked at the person approaching, especially after he saw the appearance of the person clearly, he was completely confused.

Allen smiled and pulled the old man's shoulders with his hand, lifted him up gently and pushed the unresisting old man to the side. He sat down on the main seat and then stretched out his hand to motion for breakfast on the small stone.

In front of each shareholder, a piece of breakfast was placed in a paper packaging box. The tea noodles came in a packaging box like an instant noodle bucket, and the oyster omelette came in a flat paper box with a plastic knife attached next to it. Forks and cutlery.

Placed in front of Allen were the disposable chopsticks Xiao Shitou specially asked for.

"You guys continue talking. I came out early and haven't had breakfast yet. We can talk while eating."

Allen took off his bowler hat and put it next to him. Now all the shareholders in the room could see his appearance clearly. The already silent conference room was so tense that no one dared to breathe.

The sounds of plastic bags being kneaded, boxes being unpacked, and disposable chopsticks being opened all came from Allen and could be heard clearly in the entire conference room.

Shacha noodles are the first thing Allen eats. Regardless of the taste, the appearance is very similar to the Malatang he used to like, the kind of Malatang with mahjong in the Northeast.

It's thick and sticky, and it looks delicious. According to Xiao Shitou's introduction, the boss said this is their family's ancestral sand tea sauce recipe, which is absolutely authentic.

Before eating the noodles, I took a sliced ​​oyster and fried it.

Different regions have different names for this thing. Compared to oysters, Allen prefers to call this thing oysters. They are almost the same. They are thick pancakes made with a lot of oysters and some other ingredients.

Outside of town, Cardiff is also a coastal city, and the ingredients used are quite generous. Basically, every piece of fried oyster contains a whole oyster. How can I say the taste? It's really charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Alan picked up another piece and dipped it in the satay sauce on the satay noodles and ate it. This time it tasted even better, it went well with it!

"Why don't you eat? Have you already had breakfast?"

After tasting the sand tea noodles again, Allen raised his head and looked at the group of old men who were silent, all watching him eating noodles. The atmosphere was not very lively.

Silent, still silent, a group of old men just looked at him, some were confused, some were puzzled, some were confused, but they didn't say anything.

"Are you waiting for Leipzig? His shares have been transferred to me. I am now also a shareholder of Welsh TV. As a new shareholder, I just want to treat you to breakfast. Is there any problem?"

"Your Excellency"

The old man, who had just been pulled up from the main seat by Allen, finally spoke, but he was interrupted by Allen just after he said a few words.

"Did I let you have breakfast and let you talk?"

"ah?"

The old man was confused by Allen's question.

"Hmm, open the window."

Allen glanced at the confused old man and ordered the bodyguard to open the window. In the conference room located on the fourth floor, as the window opened, the hot air from outside rushed in.

"Throw him down."

"you?"

"Let me go, what are you going to do?"

"Help."

"ah!"

The old man's struggle was very weak, and he was held by the window by two bodyguards. With a muffled sound, the conference room became quiet again.

Several old men took out handkerchiefs, as if wiping sweat.

Allen sat on the main seat and continued to say with a smile: "Go on, have breakfast!"

His words were much easier to use this time, and a group of old men began to shiveringly unpack the plastic bags and prepare for breakfast.

Sparse sounds filled the entire conference room.

Allen suddenly turned his head and looked at an old man with a frown. He had been paying attention to the people on his side with his peripheral vision. When he saw him turning his head, he stopped what he was doing.

"I hate people who chew on food. You can't even eat breakfast. What else do I want you to do? Throw it away!"

"ah?"

The old man whom Allen was talking about had satay sauce on his lips. When he heard Allen's words, he looked horrified. Just as he was about to stand up, two bodyguards behind him suddenly held down his shoulders and carried him to the window. Not even giving him time to call for help, he threw him out very decisively.

"Plop."

There was a muffled sound outside the window, and the entire conference room became quiet again.

"Go on to breakfast."

Allen continued to eat breakfast with a smile. He took the lead and picked up a piece of fried oyster with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

A group of shareholders looked at Allen, neither eating nor not eating. They were nervous and didn't know what to do.

There was already an old man whose complexion was slowly turning pale. He looked like he had a bad heart and was about to get sick.

"What? My breakfast doesn't taste good?"

"No. You don't have me."

The old man was panting and wanted to explain, but he was holding his chest with one hand. His chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe. The more he talked, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Since he feels so uncomfortable, help him and throw him away."

Allen smiled and looked at the old man with a pale face, covering his chest.