Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 291 Chapter 290: Mysterious business

Men are most afraid of being told no, especially when it comes to money and bed.

If you hesitate, you can make a fortune!

Love to fight to win!
Feimao gritted her teeth and turned her heart, then reopened the drawer, took out the two stacks of big golden bulls it had just received, and threw them back to Dakousheng.

Made, didn't even warm it up, and returned it to the original owner.

Dakousheng took the money without pointing it out. He stuffed the money back into his briefcase and said with a smile on his face, "I'll go to see the stall tomorrow, and after that, I'll find someone to wipe the white ashes, and try to open it in five days."

"The most annoying thing is the license, and I have to go to Central to find those big lawyers."

"It's the gang of big judges who are the most profitable. It costs thousands of dollars to write a pen, and Ma Lanmei has to call twice. The big judges will only let you go back and wait for news."

Dakousheng complained a few words, then picked up the briefcase, and left with a cigarette in his mouth.

Feimao didn't move, watching this guy get out of his office, and then continued to use the calculator to calculate the accounts.

Dakousheng walked out of the nightclub, waved to the parking boy, and then got into a taxi with his head down.

"Go to Tsuen Wan Pier."

The taxi driver nodded, kicked the accelerator and rushed out.

Dakousheng patted his briefcase and hummed a little tune. He didn't expect that the money that should have been given away went around and returned to his own hands.

What a blessing!
The car soon arrived at the Tsuen Wan pier, and then drove towards the industrial area. After turning around three times, it stopped at the gate of a dilapidated factory.

"Keep the change, please!"

Dakousheng took out two hundred-yuan bills, threw them on the seat, and graciously told the taxi driver to leave.

There is only one electric light at the gate of the factory, and the atmosphere of the whole street is a pity that it cannot be used as a shooting location for ghost movies.

But Dakousheng didn't respond. Instead, he pressed the bell three times and continued humming a country tune.

"Uncle Sheng!"

The small door on the side opened, and a half-sized boy poked his head out, saw Dakousheng's face clearly, and greeted him.

"Harvey boy, where is the boss?"

Dakousheng saw familiar faces and asked about the things he was most concerned about.

"The boss is here, I bought roast goose and wait for you to eat when you come back." Harvey moved away vigilantly and let Dakousheng enter the factory area.

Dakousheng didn't speak any more, but walked into the factory area and followed Harvey to the office building.

In the office building on the second floor, even at night, it was bustling with activity.

The weird-looking rotten boys, in a team of two, carried the boxes and walked towards the gate, ready to load them into the car.

"Be careful, be careful!"

"Surprised the ancestors inside, I peeled off your skin."

When Dakousheng saw these rotten boys' hands and feet, he immediately became furious, and slapped the horse boy in front of him on the head, telling them to be careful.

At this time, he didn't have the submissive appearance on the outside at all, but instead had the ruthlessness of a gangster.

"Understood, Uncle Sheng."

Everyone cheered up immediately, carefully carrying the heavy wooden box, and walked outside.

Dakousheng stared at it for 2 minutes, seeing that there was no problem, he wandered upstairs alone.

There were already people waiting for a long time in the conference room, a whole roast goose, some braised vegetables, and a dozen bottles of beer.

Dakousheng approached the conference table, smelled it intoxicatedly, and shouted to the strong man inside who was practicing boxing: "Boss, this roast goose is very beautiful."

"Stop punching, I'm so hungry!".

The man who was practicing boxing crazily stopped when he heard the words, and turned to look at Dakousheng.

Stared at by these beast-like eyes, the hairs on Dakousheng's body stood on end, and cold sweat soon oozes from his forehead.

The muscular man came out from the darkness of the conference room, sweat flowing on the muscles that had been hacked on his body.

The visitor was not a stranger, if Xinghe and the short mule from Tsuen Wan Tangkou were here, they would definitely recognize this tall man.

Dehua picked up the prepared towel and simply wiped the sweat off his face a few times. Even though the weather was a bit cold, he didn't put on his shirt and sat directly on the main seat.

"Boss, smoke!"

The provocative gaze moved away from Dakousheng's body, and he returned to normal, hurriedly took out his cigarette, bowed his head and lit a cigarette for Dehua.

Dehua took the cigarette, played with it a few times, and put it on his nose to smell the aroma.

For martial arts practitioners, shortness of breath is the most taboo.

After he finished practicing, he never smoked, because he was afraid of hurting his lungs.

"Is everything going well?"

After sniffing the aroma, Dehua threw the cigarette on the ground, crushed it with his feet, and asked about the business.

"It went well, of course it went well."

"That flying cat is full of poop in its head, and it's hooked when it mentions money."

"It's just that this guy is a greedy ghost, with a big appetite, % is not enough to eat, now % is needed."

Dakousheng opened a pair of convenient chopsticks, rubbed them against each other, rubbed off the burrs on them, and placed them respectfully in front of Dehua, complaining non-stop.

Dehua picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of roast goose, dipped it in a little plum sauce, and put it in his mouth. The unique aroma of roast goose lingered in his mouth.

This is the Shenjing roast goose that he specially sent Ma Zai to the island to buy. He bought four of them to improve the food for his brothers.

What they do is all physical work, and they need meat to slow down their spirits.

After spitting out the roast goose bones, De Hua opened two bottles of beer with his hands and handed Da Kou Sheng a bottle.

"Give it to him, it's only %, as long as he can guarantee that we sell the goods, I can still afford this small amount of money."

Dehua took a big gulp of wine, because the action was too violent, the beer reacted, a lot of foam gushed out, and soon covered the scratched conference table.

Dakousheng quickly took the towel, tidied it up briefly, and then threw the towel on the ground in disgust.

"Boss, Flying Cat is just a kid, and he can't make a fortune."

"There are so many fierce people in Yau Ma Tei, maybe one day he will be killed by someone."

"But we didn't get nothing. He promised to give us a stall. What do I think? Selling turtles on the surface, but selling the goods secretly."

"I found a new house to demolish, and I asked for twenty green dogs, ten black dogs, and ten kilograms of white flour."

"It's very powerful, as long as you hide the goods in the turtle's incubator, there will be no problem."

Dakousheng put a large bowl of dry fried beef in his bowl. He didn't eat lunch, his stomach growled with hunger, and he needed some staple food to suppress his stomach.

Dehua was not happy because Dakousheng had solicited new business, but frowned because he was running out of goods.

The new shipment is still at sea and it will take a week to arrive at the dock.

This is a bit difficult!
He followed Lin Huaile when he debuted, and learned the caution of Young Master Le. He still admires this outlier in the rivers and lakes.

In the final analysis, there is no conflict between them, it's just that they are not all the way.

An old friend of the Master approached him before, saying that he had a way in Bangkok, and asked him if he was interested in doing business together.

How can a man live under others for a long time?

Even if Young Master Le didn't have an accident, he would leave voluntarily. Now it's just right that he can manage his own business independently.

Dakousheng has a wide range of friends, and he can catch up with that line, and the goods are not enough to sell.

This week alone, he made millions.

People are complicated, and sometimes there are too many sales, which is also an annoying thing.

(End of this chapter)