Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 383 Chapter 34: Everything is involuntary
(I forgot to answer the big question from the readers. LCD technology has developed very early. Even when we saw color TVs with big butts when we were young, we all used LCD technology.)
(In order to formulate the right to speak in the industry, Hitachi and Sony have been fighting for nearly ten years, and finally completed the unification of standards under the coordination of the government, and then LCD technology reached a period of high explosion.)
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Heroes make heroes.

Sheng Chunhe didn't have a miserable childhood. Leighton Stuart was the guest of the Sheng family, so naturally there would be no misery.

Even when the family went to Xiangjiang, there were many old relationships to take care of them, otherwise they would not raise the banner and enter the shipping industry.

There are many conflicts in the Maritime and Shipping Association. Over the years, they have fought several rounds, each with its own winners and losers, but none of them hurt their bones.

After a verbal confrontation, the two did not continue their chat, but talked about the prosperity of old Shanghai.

The manager of the Chaoshan Guild Hall, wearing a melon cap, walked to the center of the hall, made a square bow, greeted the guys in the hall, and pushed up a gilt chime bell.

"peaceful always!"

The manager of the guild hall took off the small melon cap on his head, and with a small golden hammer, he struck the chime once.

Chaoshan Guild Hall only had this group of guests today, and the service staff all walked into the lobby, bowed neatly, and said auspicious words: "I wish all the bosses a happy new year and a wealth of wealth."

"Serve!"

After the auspicious words of New Year's greetings, the manager of the hall struck the golden chime again to notify the back chef to serve the dishes.

Xu Ru on the second floor, after hearing the auspicious words from downstairs, got up and came to his father. Seeing his old man nodding, he winked at the old family behind him and asked him to come according to the predetermined plan.

The old family got the order, so they turned their heads and went downstairs, and whispered a few words to the manager of the clubhouse who was staring at the dishes at the door.

The manager of the clubhouse smiled happily, walked to the center of the hall again, and shouted softly: "President Xu of the Shipping Chamber of Commerce, the reward is 100 yuan, everyone, thank you, President Xu."

For a tip of 100 yuan per person, all the guys present were overjoyed and thanked loudly to the second floor.

Uncle Dong made a move. As the leader of the Shanghai Boys' Boat Gang, Sheng Chunhe also turned his head, winking at his son and asking him to donate.

Sheng Yong said a few words to his attendant, and the attendant went downstairs knowingly, and then there was a sound of thanks to President Sheng.

The two presidents are both 100 yuan, and the rest of the members will decrease in order according to their status, so as not to compete for the limelight.

Amidst the thanks, the dishes were quickly placed on the table, and a jar of ten-year Huadiao wine was placed on the table. There was a container for warming wine in front of everyone. The guys in the guild hall opened the mud seal, Pour into boiling wine glasses.

Vigorous seafood, seasonal dishes, and a whole Chaoshan specialty lion head goose on each table. Seeing that the dishes were all ready, Uncle Dong invited Sheng Chunhe to stand up and read the toast together.

In this Chaoshan Guild Hall, Uncle Dong is the owner, and in the shipping business, he is the most senior besides Guilao.

The two gave way a few times, and Uncle Dong saw that Sheng Chunhe was really unwilling to speak first, so he lightly picked his ears.

The members of the two chambers of commerce who had been paying attention to the platform on the second floor immediately shut their mouths. There was no other sound in the venue except for the sound of porcelain clashing when the guys were pouring wine. Everyone was waiting for Uncle Dong who was standing on the railing to speak.

"This is the first reunion of the two families. It's a good thing. They are both fellows who are begging for food under the mercy of Mazu. They shouldn't be too estranged."

"It's a good thing to sit together like this and have a good chat."

"The local dishes of the Chaoshan Guild Hall are not very authentic, please invite President Sheng to be the host another day, and try the authentic local dishes."

If you talk too much, you lose confidence, but if you talk less, you gain power.

Uncle Dong didn't say too much, he gave up the main position after saying a few words on the scene, and asked Sheng Chunhe to say a few words too.

Clearing his throat, Sheng Chunhe stood where Uncle Dong was just now, and said with a smile: "Only when Wu and Yue are in the same boat can they coexist."

"You can't make a long speech. If you talk too much, the food and drink in front of you should be cold."

"Then everyone should blame Allah for being confused and delaying everyone's drinking old wine and feasting."

"I will host Sheng Chunhe during the Lantern Festival. Please eat the local dishes. You must appreciate it."

"Please!"

Sheng Chunhe took the wine cup handed over by his son Sheng Yong, touched the cup with Uncle Dong, and drank it down in one gulp.

After the toast was finished, the scene immediately became lively.

Although the two chambers of commerce are in the same situation as each other, this does not affect the private contacts between members.

They are all on the water. In Xiangjiang, everyone fights back and forth, but when they arrive at the ports in Southeast Asia, Malaysia, and Africa, everyone shoots at the same time, fighting with those ghosts.

They toasted each other, chatted a few words, and even had a good relationship, and made an appointment to go to Shanghai City at night to continue to have fun.

Shengchun contracted Uncle Dong to sit down separately, and the Chaoshan Guild Hall arranged for the two of them, and the Wuyue boat lady, who is now rare in Xiangjiang, waited on them.

The skinny horse from Yangzhou, the boat lady from Wuyue, and the nobleman on the Qinhuai River are known as the Three Scenic Spots in the South, and they are also called the Twelve Girls of Gusu.

The blue bricks and black tiles and the horse head wall, the small bridge and the flowing water, the boat mother, Wu Nong's soft words are intoxicating, and there is a special charm in this house.

The boat girl was dressed in a Jiangnan Han dress, with only a thin powder on her face. She bowed slightly to the two tycoons in a gentle and generous salute, and then wiped her hands with a hot and humid towel before touching the warm Huadiao and filling two glasses for them. .

Then he fetched two crabs with silver clips, and used eight pieces of crabs to dismantle the crabs for the two of them.

The beauties are serving by the side, and the old wine is in front.

Uncle Dong picked up a chopstick of winter bamboo shoots and felt that they tasted good, so he asked the boat lady to put down the crabs in her hand and fetch some winter bamboo shoots for Sheng Chunhe.

The boat lady picked up a few pieces of winter bamboo shoots with silver chopsticks, put her hands in front of Sheng Chunhe, and replaced the oily dish.

"The taste is good. The chefs of the Chaozhou Guild Hall are indeed very skilled. The food is in Guangdong, and the taste is in Shunde. It is indeed not comparable to local dishes."

Sheng Chunhe took a mouthful of winter bamboo shoots and felt the taste was good. He continued: "Usually, at this time, the harbor will be very lively, and the sound of sirens can be heard endlessly."

"But recently the whistle of the freighter has decreased a lot. The people below have been complaining to me that the business is poor, and the coast patrol is also strict. It's really a difficult time!"

"You Dragon Lord, you should bless the sea and don't let these ghosts mess around.".

Lord Dragon!
Only then did I think of myself as the Dragon Lord, is it too late to worship God!

Uncle Dong smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Lord Dragon? Don't dare to be."

"I'm getting old, and I haven't been out at sea for a long time, and almost no one will recognize the signboard of Xujia."

"If I'm really the Dragon King, I will naturally bless the water of the Xiangjiang River with good weather, and I won't let the boat sink in Tsuen Wan."

"Don't you think so? Chairman Sheng?"

(End of this chapter)