Rebirth 1987: From selling fake wine to the top

"Are you talking about Vladivostok First Ship Trading Company?"

Angelev's eyes lit up when he heard that Yue Hao wanted to buy the company.

He knew that Yue Hao would be a big business if he didn't make a move. He bought more than a dozen Tu-145 transport planes last time, and he has a bigger appetite this time!

"Maybe so. The name is too long for me to remember. Anyway, it's the company with five [-]-ton cargo ships."

Yue Hao couldn't remember such a convoluted name.

"My friend, let me tell you from my heart. If you had talked about this matter two months earlier, you would have never had to talk about it."

"But now the situation is different, maybe it can really happen!"

Angelev knew that was the one Yue Hao wanted, so he said immediately.

"Sure, please do this. If it can be done, I will never forget my brother's kindness."

Yue Hao said with a smile.

After bidding farewell to Yue Hao, Angelev immediately returned to the office and dialed a number.

"What does he want this time?"

There was an old voice on the other end of the phone.

"He wanted Vladivostok First Ship Trading Company."

Angelev's attitude was very respectful, because he knew that a casual word from the person on the other end of the phone could kill him.

"This person's identity is not simple. Every move he makes carries his will. What do you think of this?"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and asked.

"I think his purpose in buying that company was simple, just to transport large equipment back here that was not easy to transport."

"If he really wants to take over that company, I believe you can find a good buyer for the really good things you have."

Angelev said cautiously.

"Well, that makes sense. This person is not simple. Trying to have a good relationship with him will help you."

The person on the other end spoke authoritatively and concisely, and hung up the phone immediately.

Angelev swallowed. He had only just established contact with this adult.

I was discussing business with Yue Hao before, but because of his poor performance, he was gradually abandoned and kept away from the inner circle.

Fortunately, his family still had some status in Mao Xiong, and he finally caught up with another big boss. He would never allow opportunities to pass him by again and again.

At the same time, Mou Qizhong found Wang Fugui.

"Isn't this Fourth Master Mou from the treacherous circle? What brought you here to me?"

When Wang Fugui got rich, he bought a small manor in Mao Xiong and lived a very comfortable life.

But when Mou Qizhong heard the title Fourth Master Mou, he felt helpless.

In fact, what he wanted to do was never to be the Fourth Master Mou in the tycoon circle, but to do some real big business.

Unfortunately……

Hey!

Yue Hao's damn nemesis!

"Boss Wang, I'm here to talk about business today. From now on, you'd better not sell instant noodles."

Mou Qizhong sighed.

Quiet, deadly quiet.

As soon as Lao Mou said these words, time in the entire manor seemed to have stopped, and there was no word for a long time.

Wang Fugui looked at Mou Qizhong as if he were a dick, wondering if this guy had some serious illness and asked him to stop doing the good business?

"Why don't you sell me?"

Wang Fugui was so angry that he laughed instead.

"You can sell anything, but you can't sell instant noodles anymore, otherwise your life will be in danger."

Mou Qizhong reminded me kindly.

In fact, from Lao Mou's perspective, he was really kind enough to remind him.

Then Yue Hao buys tanks and missiles, how can he be a good person?

You, Boss Wang, do too much business, so you are still a commoner. Can you fight against such a tough bandit?

"Damn you, Mou Qizhong, don't think that just because someone calls you Fourth Master Mou, you really think of yourself as the master!"

"You don't even look where we are, why are you running wild on someone's territory?"

Hearing Mou Qizhong cursing himself, Wang Fugui cursed loudly.

"Hey, Boss Wang, I'm kindly reminding you, believe me, really don't sell it."

Mou Qizhong wanted to explain to Wang Fugui, but then he thought about it, could Yue Hao, such a tough gangster, tell his story casually?

"Fuck, encountering such a lunatic in broad daylight is really disappointing. Beat this guy up and throw him out."

Wang Fugui waved his hand.

In fact, he and Mou Qizhong are not both familiar with each other. After all, one works in the local business circle and the other works in the local business circle.

I've only heard of Mou Qizhong before, and it's said that he has a very bright mind. Who knew he was such a brainless person.

As a result, Mou Qizhong was beaten into a pig's head by Wang Fugui's men, and he came back extremely miserable.

"I've already said it, Lao Mou, good words can't persuade a starving man. You're bound to be in bad luck if you go over and say it like this. Look, how painful it is."

Xia Zongwei carefully helped Mou Qizhong apply the medicine.

"I kindly reminded him not to mess with Yue Hao, but this guy still beat me!"

Lao Mou shed tears of pain.

Yue Hao happened to come back from Angelev and smiled when he saw Mou Qizhong being beaten into a pig's head.

"Lao Mou, I can't tell you two are playing wildly."

"What nonsense? You were beaten by Wang Fugui."

Xia Zongwei complained a little.

If it hadn't been for Yue Hao, Mou Qizhong wouldn't have gone to Wang Fugui, let alone been beaten.

"What? A copycat beat up your genuine agent? What happened?"

Yue Hao was stunned.

"I told him to stop selling instant noodles. If he continued selling instant noodles, his life would be in danger. He became so angry that he had me beaten and thrown out."

Mou Qizhong was very aggrieved.

He was obviously doing good deeds to others, but as a result, the dog bit Lu Dongbin, and he did not recognize the good people's hearts.

"Why are you taking someone's life if you don't behave so well? No wonder they want to beat you."

Yue Hao couldn't laugh or cry.

Don't you just want him to attack the cottage and threaten people's lives? If not you, who will be beaten?

Mou Qizhong almost cried. He almost greeted the eighteenth generation of Yue Hao's ancestors in his heart. Damn it, am I not completing the task you ordered?

"Okay, Wang Fugui's matter is just a small matter, let's ignore it for now."

"I'm going to Haicheng. You are responsible for connecting with Angelev in the past two days to see if you can get some tank missiles from him. If not, you can get some blueprints or something."

Yue Hao gave instructions smoothly.