Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

"Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong (

In the office of the President of the Dai Group.

Dai Fengnian threw the newspaper aside, took off his glasses with his left hand, and pinched his eyebrows with his hand.

He never imagined that Shi Zhijian would be so insidious.

Yesterday, I played a bitter drama with myself, made myself negligent for a while, and posted a large sum of money to Yongkang. Now he used a poisonous trick to set the fire on fire, Yongkang fell into a quagmire, and the Dai Group may not be able to survive alone.

Jingle Bell!

the phone is ringing.

Dai Fengnian was awakened, even if he didn't answer the phone, he knew who was calling.

Except for the big bosses on the board, no one dared to disturb him to rest at this time.

Sure enough, after connecting the phone, the elders were chatting over there. It could be seen that they were having a meeting together. They were arguing against Dai Fengnian, calling Dai Fengni a mad woman and insisting on starting that mythology company. It's hard to ride a tiger.

"In short, don't implicate us in what you brothers and sisters did! Otherwise, the Dai Group will change its owner!" This was the last sentence of the big bosses, full of threats.

Dai Fengnian's answer was, "Give me a day and I'll figure it out!"

…

Yuen Long Factory.

At noon, factory workers gathered outside in long queues, all lining up to receive their wages.

The old accountant in the factory was thinking about the abacus, and Shi Zhijian continued to pay the workers wages and year-end benefits. Each person was given an extra 100 yuan.

But don't underestimate this hundred dollars. For these wage earners, it is a big happy event to get so much money for nothing.

After the workers lined up to receive their wages, they looked at Shi Zhijian and asked, "Boss, it's almost thirty, will the factory have a holiday during the Chinese New Year?"

Some workers deliberately slowed down, as if waiting to hear what Shi Zhijian said.

Shi Zhijian held a cigarette and asked the divine abacus with a smile, "Then do you prefer to have a holiday, or do you prefer to go to work?"

"Of course it's good to have a few days off! But we are all part-time workers, so stop talking, it's good to get more money for work during the Spring Festival!"

"Then you can choose freely. Those who like to work overtime will get three days' wages, and those who like to take vacations will have seven days. Don't worry, I will still give out red envelopes when I come to work after the new year!"

"Wow, three days' wages a day?" Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.

The laborers of this era don’t have such good treatment. It’s good that the factory capitalists don’t exploit you. There’s nowhere to pay you three days’ wages.

"Didn't you hear it? There's a red envelope for work after the New Year's Eve!"

Some young female workers cheered excitedly on the spot, and the more prudent women also showed joy on their faces.

Those male workers are also very happy. It is their responsibility to support their families. If they can work overtime and get more money, it will be a good year.

Feeling that the Spring Festival is coming soon, Shi Zhijian turned around and went back to his office. He was about to write a letter to the Food Safety Department in Hong Kong, but he saw Daxiong and Hu Xuyong chatting with a few employees, holding a few newspapers in their hands. , with a smile on his face.

Seeing Shi Zhijian, Da Daxiong and Beard Yong hurriedly stood up respectfully, and those few hurriedly put out the cigarettes they were holding and looked at Shi Zhijian together.

"How many of them?"

"Yeah, they did a good job this time." Da Daxiong said, "They are all from Hong Yihai!"

Beard Yong said next to him: "There are also people from Heji, who put blood books all over Hong Kong in one day."

Shi Zhijian nodded, then opened the drawer, took out 10,000 Hong Kong dollars and threw it to Da Daxiong and others: "The emperor is not bad for hungry soldiers! Here is 10,000 for the brothers to use for the New Year!"

"Thank you Brother Jian!" Everyone bowed to Shi Zhijian to thank him.

They say that there are 1,000 people who stick blood books, but in fact, only 500 people actually work. This kind of thing is very simple and not very hard. Now one person can get 20 Hong Kong dollars a day, which is better than anything else.

After the people who posted the blood book went out, Da Daxiong and Hu Xiuyong turned around and said to Shi Zhijian, "Brother Jian, your move is really sharp, and now the newspapers are going crazy!"

"Yeah, it seems that something has been disturbed about Hong Kong's food safety. It's a big mess!"

"Really?" Shi Zhijian took out two packs of cigarettes from the drawer and threw them to the two.

The two took it, but it was the unopened Xinyan Marlboro.

"I haven't paid you salaries during this time. Seeing that you are all the cheapest, change it!"

"Brother Jian, you have a heart!" Daoxiong and Beard Yong smiled.

To be honest, if this person is used to smoking good cigarettes, he is really not used to smoking low-grade cigarettes.

"Brother Jian, but it looks like you're not very happy."

"Yongkang suffered a loss this time, but he will soon be able to turn over. These tricks cannot be put to death at all." Shi Zhijian said, "Dai Fengnian has been in business for so many years, and he has a solid foundation and knows many people in the media and newspapers. Just make an explanation. Yes, explain everything and it's easy to get out."

"Then what?"

"What should I do? Now I'm going to add fire and write a letter to the Food Safety Authority and ask the people over there to check Yongkang."

"Will they do it?"

"Has it been Chinese New Year? Everyone is short of money. They can just take the opportunity to make a fortune, but Yongkang will have to bleed a lot."

Shi Zhijian's eyes were sharp, "And we're going to take advantage of Yongkang's massive bleeding and kill him with one trick!"

"How to kill in seconds?"

"With the way of the person, return the body of the other person!"

"Uh, does that sound so familiar?"

"Tianlong Babu? The Murong family? Brother Jian, are you from Murong?"

Shi Zhijian was speechless and had nothing to say to these two rough people who couldn't tell the difference between martial arts novels and the real world.

…

Inside a private mansion in Hong Kong.

"Mr. Li, this time it seems that you have misunderstood. That Shi Zhijian not only didn't hit the street, but also turned against the wind!"

Li Shilun, the head of the Lee Kum Kee family, was sitting on the sofa elegantly swaying red wine and speaking to Li Zhaotian, chairman of the Hong Kong Chinese Merchants Food Association.

Li Zhaotian drank the red wine in one gulp, and wiped his **** lips: "Shi Zhijian is indeed ruthless, he is a talent! Dai Fengnian is half of my family, and I helped pull him into the association. You and I have been holding guns for so many years, you and I know the foundation best!"

Li Shilun smiled, "Of course I know whether he can escape this disaster, now Shi Zhijian only needs to make up a knife, and those people from the Food Safety Administration will bite it, and he will not stop until he bites off a large piece of fat. !"

After a pause, "What about us, do we want to take action?"

Li Zhaotian shook his head, "I suddenly have an immature idea..."

Li Zhaotian's eyes were full of playfulness, and he looked at Li Shilun.

"Why don't we change a dog to raise it!"

Li Shilun also drank the red wine, "Then you have to verify its quality! Don't pick a mad dog!"

Li Zhaotian smiled, "Looks like I'm going to see the dog's condition first!"