Rebirth: Outstanding

"Brother Xiu, you're the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, would you get such violence with fellow people on the street?" Song Tianyao, who rushed in, sat in the pharmacy, watching the doctor help Kang Lixiu apply medicinal wine on the bruising and swollen areas of the forehead and eye sockets. Kang Lixiu's girlfriend Xu Minjun looked at her boyfriend distressed and angry.

Song Tianyao was going to go back to the Durex Hotel to let the busy ghost girl take a break, and accompany him to see the house sent by Chu Xiaoxin, but Lou Fengyun called the hotel at the factory to find Song Tianyao. There was news that Kang Lixiu was injured, Song Tianyao. Only then did Huang Liu hurried to the Deda Orthopedics Pharmacy near Xiyingpan. After entering the door, he saw Kang Li with a swollen nose and a swollen nose accompanied by Xu Minjun, allowing the doctor to help him heal his injuries.

As the doctor’s hand touched the wound, Kang Lixiu’s mouth was hissed with air-conditioning. After the doctor was finished, he said angrily: “I saw a few newsboys who were bullying on the street and selling "Zheng Bao". The newsboy’s newspaper. The newsboy was only eleven or twelve years old, and he was blocked by them at the corner of the street. I couldn’t see it. Of course, he had to take action. The Kuomintang had the ability to counterattack the mainland, or went to the Korean War with the Communist Party to bully the newsboy in Hong Kong. Look down on it for the first time!"

Song Tianyao sighed, "Call the police, you don't know how to fight."

"It's not that I don't know how to fight. I can't beat them, but my bones are harder than them." Conleyxiu's nose and face are swollen, but he has a triumphant face.

Xu Minjun frowned next to him: "Didn't "Zheng Pao" cease publication a long time ago?"

"It is indeed because of the war in North Korea. The Communist Party no longer has the money and energy to subsidize newspapers, so the newspapers have long since ceased publications and closed. Now it is the Hong Kong cultural circles who raise some money each month and a weekly issue. But even for Xibei goods, at most 20,000 copies were sold in one issue, and they were all sold to Nanyang." Kang Lixiu moved his arm and said in his mouth.

Xu Minjun glanced at Song Tianyao, after all he did not hold back, and said to Kang Lixiu: "Your monthly newspaper salary, tell me that drinking half of the salary, isn't it..."

"Yes, I also have a share of the money. I am the editor-in-chief of a miscellaneous newspaper. It is indeed not a popular one, but after all, I am considered a literate person. The British do not care about running newspapers. Do you just watch the Kuomintang dictate and make the main thing in the newspaper industry? Huh?" Kang Lixiu sighed, rubbing his shoulder lightly with his fingers and said.

"Because you want to raise your own money to run a newspaper that has ceased publication? Especially a newspaper that the Communist Party has run before?" Song Tianyao looked at Kang Lixiu and asked the other side a cigarette.

Conleyxiu lit a cigarette: "At first, I just followed the trend, thinking that the well-known newspaper bosses and editors were just patriotic or Communist Party members. After a long time in contact, I discovered that it was not just patriotic. They wanted to repay the favor and the Japanese beat Hong Kong. The British ran away and surrendered. The Kuomintang didn’t care about Hong Kong. In the past, twenty or thirty newspapers in Hong Kong reported on the atrocities committed by the Japanese army against China. Even several newspapers were still screaming, “The national disaster is the head of the country, how dare you? 'Death later', it is already conceivable that these writers, editors, and editors in chief after the fall of Hong Kong were either detained in concentration camps or shot to death."

After a pause, Conleyxiu continued: "The British don't care about these Chinese literati, and the Kuomintang doesn't care, literati, there will be new ones after killing a group of people, and Hong Kong can't keep it. Life and death? In the end, it was the Communist Party. During the fall of Hong Kong for more than a month, at the expense of dozens of Communist Party members, it rescued almost all Hong Kong cultural figures who attacked the Japanese atrocities with a pen as a knife, including their families. There are more than 800 people. Many of these people are now the bosses and editors of the Hong Kong newspaper industry. The war in North Korea, everyone is a cultural person, can not help much, but a newspaper, these people each collect money every month, but It can still be done. The most irritating is the Kuomintang. I don’t see it when saving people. The press colleagues are grateful for a little bit of the Communist Party’s kindness. After working hard to raise money to print some newspapers, there are always those who have taken advantage of the Kuomintang to jump out to beat newsboys and burn newspapers. Next time I bump into it, I will continue to play."

After speaking, Kang Lixiu looked at Song Tianyao again and added with a smile: "I just donate part of my salary every month. I haven't taken advantage of the newspaper. You don't want to change the editor, do you?"

"No, you use your own private money. I have no right to intervene, and I think you have done nothing wrong, but I want to do business with Americans recently. In order to avoid trouble, there are some things that I cannot help directly, so there is one thing. It’s, Brother Xiu, your monthly salary is two hundred yuan, which is to support your family. Sister Jun is waiting for you to marry her in the door. I don’t like this. From now on, you will get one thousand two hundred yuan a month and one thousand yuan. Come and drink, should it be enough?" Song Tianyao, holding a cigarette, blinked at Kang Lixiu, in a tone that you understand: "Newspapers are not politics. You pay some money and do your best to build a good relationship with famous people in the newspaper industry. That is, don’t get involved too much, otherwise it will be difficult to give people a sense of impartiality and neutrality if they are labeled politically."

Kang Lixiu looked at Song Tianyao, looked at his pig-head-like face in the mirror, and pointed his head to Song Tianyao: "You are willing to pay a monthly salary of one thousand two hundred yuan for this kind of pig-head decay?"

Song Tianyao laughed haha: "I can let an idiot named Shi Yehui take up 50% of a company's shares and take care of the business for me. It is not surprising that more than one pig head is the editor-in-chief of the newspaper. Today is today. It just so happens that I will show you a licensed stock broker who is on the street, and then he will provide you with the news about the stock market in the newspaper."

"Hey, is it not enough to see people with this appearance?" Kang Lixiu asked Song Tianyao.

"It doesn't matter, that guy is ugly." Song Tianyao said.

Conleyxiu grinned: "Idiot, pig-headed, rushing to the street, these three kinds of people help you start work, it is difficult for your business to not rush to the street."

After the three of them got in the car, they drove Xu Minjun back to the University of Hong Kong. Then Song Tianyao took Kang Lixiu to the St. George's Building on Ice House Street in Central. Most of the men and women who entered and exited the building actually looked like Kang Lixiu. No wonder, this surprised Kang Lixiu. After entering the elevator, he asked Song Tianyao:

"Ayao, when have Hong Kong people lost their curiosity? No one is surprised by my decay?"

"People in other places in Hong Kong may be curious about your dignity, but in this building, most of them are licensed bond companies that do stock transactions. Many traders are beaten for losing customers' money. Everyone I've seen a lot, and it's no longer strange. Maybe the few who just walked out were beaten by customers." Song Tianyao said to Kang Lixiu after Huang Liu pressed the button to close the elevator door.

When the elevator went up to the seventh floor, Song Tianyao walked into an office with a small nameplate of Caitong Securities with Kang Lixiu, who was familiar with the door, and said to the man who was lying on the table looking at the information:

"Broker."

A face was as thin as a wolf, with a green beard and green stubble hanging around his cheeks. He used to take care of the gold business for Wang Yuanxi, a wealthy businessman in Shanghai. Finally, Luo Zhuankun, who was down on the street, raised his head and saw Song Tianyao coming in with a smile: "Mr. Song. "

He saw Kang Lixiu who was following Song Tianyao. He was taken aback for a moment. Then he got up and reached out to Kang Lixiu knowingly: "This is Luo Zhuankun, sir, are you also a stock broker?"

"He is Kang Lixiu, the editor-in-chief of "China Hong Kong Business Weekly"." Song Tianyao introduced Luo Zhuankun next to him.

Luo Zhuankun looked up and down Kang Lixiu a few times, and asked Song Tianyao uncertainly: "Now the newspapers are being scolded as liars? What is in the newspapers that made this Mr. Kang beaten so badly? Hong Kong people are really barbaric. ."

"Licensed broker, even if you are on the street, you won’t be so shabby, right?" Kang Lixiu was surprised at the simplicity of this environment, with a room of more than ten square meters at most. In addition to office desks and chairs, there was a corner. With a folding bed, it looks like this Luo manager's office, board and lodging are all taken care of here, which is even more shabby than his own newspaper.

Song Tianyao opened his mouth next to him and said, "I still have six such shabby licensed securities companies."