Siheyuan: Since 51

Leaving Jinlian Building.

Xiang Qiang, Wu Hao, Jiang Quan and Hong Yi all ordered to find historical experts to understand the peculiarities of the Han envoys.

Only Ma Ru was sitting in the car with a sullen face, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

It is absolutely nonsense to say that all gangsters are reckless.

Walking on the edge of life and death, how can you survive without any brains?

It’s just that everyone has their own concerns, or their backstage positions are different.

to home.

Xiang Yan, the real boss of Xin'an, sat upright on the sofa, glancing sideways with doubt.

"There is a big boss named Lin in the north. Could he be related?"

Xiang Qiang shook his head slightly, his tone uncertain.

"I don't know. It's better to believe it exists than not to believe it. Otherwise, it will be a disaster."

Xiang Yan took a puff of his cigar and asked again, "What does the Han envoy mean?"

Xiang Qiang was startled. "I don't know, but I've already given the order."

Not long after, his men came in with an old man.

The old man’s name is Xia Gengxi, he is over 80 years old, he used to live in Guangzhou, and his family is also a scholarly family.

After many twists and turns, he settled down in Hong Kong Island and opened a shop to make a living, mainly selling study items.

In terms of traditional literature, it is well-known...

His subordinate Weng Sheng reported: "Boss, Mr. Xia is here."

Xiang Yan hummed, waved his hand, and his men retreated.

Just smile and gesture gently.

"Mr. Xia, don't be nervous, please take a seat. I asked you to come here because I have some historical knowledge that I would like to ask you."

Xia Gengxi was trembling with fear. He couldn't afford to offend Xin'an, so he nodded quickly.

"Tell me, sir. I promise I will tell you everything I know."

Xiang Yan asked leisurely: "Does the Han envoy have any special meaning?"

Xia Gengxi was stunned. Han envoy? Why did he ask this?

With a forehead full of question marks, he hesitated for a moment and spoke tentatively.

"Each has its own personality, it's hard to judge. If there's anything special about them, it's that they die easily."

Xiang Qiang rolled his eyes and blurted out, "Easy to die? What do you mean? Tell me in detail."

"Whenever the Han Dynasty sends out envoys, they must be neither humble nor arrogant, in order to demonstrate the majesty of a great country. If the small countries in various places are negligent, the great army will attack them. If they die in other countries, the great Han Dynasty will destroy the country and massacre the city."

Xiang Yan frowned, "Keep it simple."

"If a Han envoy died while visiting another country, the Han would have a reason to start a war and expand its territory. This led to many Han envoys seeking to die for their country and leave their names in history."

The two Xiang brothers couldn't help but look at each other.

After a long while, Xiang Qiang raised his head and shouted, "Someone, send Mr. Xia home."

Wait for Xia Gengxi to leave.

Xiang Yan frowned and said, "When the Peninsula Incident ended earlier, there were rumors that the North would move south. Now it seems..."

Xiang Qiang was also particularly frightened. He remembered something and suddenly raised his eyelids.

"Seventh Brother, I heard that the north has had a bumper harvest of grain and a huge development in steel in recent years. Are they really ready?"

"possible."

As he spoke, Xiang Yan couldn't help but secretly exert force with his fingers, and the cigar was almost crushed.

"Contact the four of them and tell them that I'm hosting a banquet and that I have something important to discuss."

……

August 60, 8 was definitely an unforgettable day for Xia Gengxi.

He was called in by four gang bosses one after another and was asked the same questions.

It was almost ten o'clock when I finally got home safely.

Xia’s house, living room.

Xia Gengxi's wife died early, and his two concubines, three pairs of sons and daughters-in-law, and eight grandchildren all looked solemn.

As soon as Xia Gengxi entered the door, his eldest son Xia Daichu hurriedly stood up and greeted him, "Dad, are you okay?"

Xia Gengxi waved his hand. "Nothing, just a few words."

"Then they..."

Seeing that his son was about to speak, Xia Gengxi raised his hand to interrupt him. Without further explanation, he sighed instead.

"Okay, I'm a little tired, I'm going back to my room to rest."

Return to the room.

Xia Gengxi couldn't calm down for a long time. After going through many years of ups and downs, he finally figured it out in an instant.

The Han envoy is here!

Will Hong Kong Island become a battlefield?

……

But Lin Zhiyuan returned to No. 60 Deep Water Bay.

After dinner, I sat on the third-floor terrace, smoking a cigarette, looking at the sea view in the distance, and fell into deep thought again.

It is also a helpless act to use the tiger's skin and take risky measures.

It might be better to proceed step by step, but taking it step by step is also risky and too time-consuming.

What's more, the quality of tiger skin can be guaranteed for at least two to three years, so it would be a waste if not used.

The dispute between the rabbit and the elephant will have some fluctuations, but after beating the white elephant, it can be extended for a few years.

More importantly, I vaguely remember that for a long time, the Governor of Hong Kong Island was only concerned with stability, making it easier for the bulls to suck blood.

I don’t remember how long it lasted, but it was a window period.

Of course, it is not possible to hand over your life and property to the other party. You still have to speed up!

……

Having made up his mind, Lin Zhiyuan went back to his room to sleep.

three days later.

On the sixth floor of Jinlian Building, in the general manager’s office, Li Zhanqiang came to report on his work.

"Boss, the demand of the five major gangs has been determined. For the time being, each company will produce 10,000 boxes per month, totaling 50,000 boxes. I have discussed with Director Guo. If all three production lines are put into operation, the monthly output can reach 100,000 boxes. It is enough for the time being, but I am afraid it may not be enough in the future."

As he spoke, he paused, his face full of joy.

"Each box of Lixiong has a factory price of 9.5 yuan and a selling price of 10 yuan, with a profit of 50 cents. The monthly profit is 25,000 yuan. Excluding expenses, the net profit is definitely 20,000 yuan, and this is just for the five major gangs."

Lin Zhiyuan tapped the tabletop with the fingertips of his right hand.

We deliberately arrange to separate production and sales. The factory is the factory and sales is sales. Although it is troublesome, it is safe.

According to estimates, the production will definitely not be enough when the next customers come.

After thinking for a long time, he nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Get ready to welcome the next wave of customers. I'll take care of the production issues."

Wait for Li Zhanqiang to leave.

Lin Zhiyuan glanced sideways and gave orders.

"Xiao Zhong, contact Jiaobenji and order some equipment. We can add another production line to each floor of the workshop, doubling the number. This will help us cope with the situation for a while."

After saying that, he stood up and said leisurely: "I will go find a big sponsor. After a few months of hard work, I will only get a few melons and two dates. It's too slow."

Zhong Bai was about to agree, but when he heard Lin Zhiyuan's next words, his eyes widened.

"Brother Lin, this is still slow? Do you have no idea about the value of the Hong Kong dollar?"

Having said that, he sat down and began to calculate seriously.

"We only have 25 yuan to buy one Hong Kong dollar. If we calculate based on 400,000, we can earn 10 million per month. Is that not enough?"

Lin Zhiyuan's mouth corners slightly curved and he raised his eyebrows.

"You know nothing. In Hong Kong Island, we have to calculate in Hong Kong dollars. Four hundred thousand is too little."

Zhong Bai was stunned, then smiled bitterly.

"Okay, you're awesome. I'll contact Foot Basin Chicken right away."

A week later.

Lin Zhiyuan led the way, and Zhong Bai and the other two were confused and came to the upstairs of Lingdan Company.

On the eighth floor, a company called Yuanda Investment.

I said hello to the girl at the front desk, went around and went straight to the chairman's office.

After entering the door.

Gao Ziyue and Hu Yi looked around.

Zhong Bai's face was filled with shock, his eyes wide open.

"Brother Lin, what's going on?"

Lin Zhiyuan sat on the sofa, leaned back, crossed his legs, and said casually: "I sold the Lingdan Company and the factory."

Zhong Bai was even more confused and couldn't help but ask again.

"Brother Lin, I don't understand. Lingdan is an old hen. Why should we sell it?"