Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 385 Chapter 36: Creating an Artist
(There are many industries in Swire, and only a few make money. Swire Beverages has the exclusive right to manufacture, promote and distribute Coca-Cola products in eleven states in the United States and seven provinces in Hong Kong, Taiwan and the Mainland of China. The franchise area covers more than four 2000 million people.)
(The second and third are sugar factories and oil refineries. The current Pacific Place is the oil refinery in those days, and Macau also has them.)
(The gambling king and Fu Laorong officially fell out because the oil refinery that the gambling king cooperated with Taikoo had people throw in more than a dozen grenades, plus a mortar shell.)
Lin Huaile, who was far away in Douglas, didn't know that someone would help him out. He was looking at the slowly rotting cargo ships densely packed in the port.

Holding an umbrella, Richard stood not far from Lin Huaile, and looked at this pile of old antiques that were produced in World War II and had been almost 40 years old with regret.

The Atlantic Aid Act gave Daiying the confidence to take out the huge amount of gold in the treasury, transport it to Washington by submarine, and then replace it with the produced munitions to fight De San.

The ammunition is available, and it needs to be transported by ship.

At that time, there was a big market for isolationism in the United States, and Mr. Roosevelt Jr., the uncrowned king, was also restricted by the Congress. He could not directly send ships to the British Isles, and had to let Daiying himself deliver the goods.

So Churchill passed the bill, and the freight rate was tripled, as long as the freight can be returned.

At that time, Douglas had orders every day, and the ships produced by various shipyards would be sold quickly, even if they were useless yachts.

The sea is a moody bitch, and when he's happy, you can get enough out of him.

But when its temperament changed drastically, there was no other way out except to save its life and reunite with it forever.

According to the post-war statistics of the British Navy, at least thousand-ton freighters sank in the Atlantic Ocean. As for those below tons, there is no way to count them.

As for the ships in the port in front of them, none of them had time to launch.

"Too many boats!"

Lin Huaile looked at it for a long time before turning his head and speaking to Richard.

The boat is too much!
The tonnage is small, and the outer body is severely corroded by seawater. I really can't think of what to use these old ships for.

"It's a bit much, but the Ministry of Overseas Colonial Affairs has ordered the Prime Minister to deal with it as soon as possible."

"After all, these hulks have really affected the confidence of Douglas voters in the Conservative Party. As for the price, they will be very favorable, even scrapped."

Richard was also very troubled by this errand, but for the sake of his great future, he could only admit it while pinching his nose.

Scrap iron price, this is profitable.

Taikoo is distressed because of the open and secret struggle between the two chambers of commerce. After all, in the first quarter alone, the task that Taikoo's refinery needs to complete is barrels per day.

The oil refinery in my ancestral home has a refining capacity of 20 barrels per day.

All the shipping capacity of Daiying cannot guarantee 80.00% of the refining capacity of the refinery.

All countries are stepping up their strategic reserves. After all, Egypt is attacking the damned Jews again.

"Rick, is it possible for me to have a chat with Mr. Smith of Taikoo? The Gulf Group is a company registered in the UK. It doesn't make sense for me to ship those damn fruits to Thailand."

Lin Huaile glanced at the representative of the shipyard and said in a low voice.

Richard also expected that Lin Huaile would follow suit, and he had already found a reason to meet. Smith's granddaughter is an avant-garde painting artist, but she is still unknown.

Everyone in Xiangjiang knows that Mr. Smith, Taikoo Taipan, loves his granddaughter very much and thinks she is the light of the family.

It's just that Ms. Dani Smith's artistic attainments are not very high. Even if someone flattered her grandfather and was willing to pay a lot of money to buy her paintings, she did not gain the fame she deserved, but became a laughing stock among the painters.

"I have found an opportunity for you, but I don't know if you can seize it."

"See that girl in the pink coat? She is the famous Miss Dani. If you make her happy, her grandfather will be happy."

"As long as they are happy, I believe that your ships will float on the wide seas of Asia."

"An artist, a lonely artist, an artist who wants to enjoy honor during his lifetime."

"Use your brains and help the poor boy."

After Richard finished speaking, he deliberately stepped aside, wanting Lin Huaile to see more clearly, and find the few bright spots in this artist.

Lin Huaile looked over, and a girl in a strange dress appeared in front of his eyes.

The dress is very avant-garde, but it just doesn't have much taste.

In the field of art, special promoters are needed for marketing, but there are not many such marketing companies now. This Miss Dani has nowhere to spend her money.

If you want to be famous, get out of the circle first.

The way well-known artists are cultivated is similar to that of cultivating stars.

It must be topical. Artists are also businessmen, but they are marketing themselves.

Taste, depth, are all added by later generations.

The general public are lay people, they are all echoing what others say, and they just put the words of the topic leader in their mouths and say it again.

The artist with the best business management is Picasso, but the public can only remember those few stick figures and his countless lovers.

"Hi Miss Danny, nice to meet you."

Lin Huaile greeted Danni in broken English.

It was cloudy now, but the great artist was not afraid of falling to his death, wearing a pair of black retro sunglasses, chewing gum in his mouth, and blowing bubbles at the two of them.

"Lin Sheng, put away your half-baked English!"

"I grew up in Xiangjiang, it's more convenient for you and me to communicate in Cantonese."

Danni was very immoral, spit the chewing gum on the ground, and talked to Lin Huaile in fluent Cantonese.

Now that there is a dialogue language that both parties are familiar with, Lin Huaile didn't hide it anymore, asked for her art collection, and started to look through it.

The staff of the shipyard stood aside, chatting in a low voice, and did not leave. This kind of big client who packs everything is not common.

"Will, are you sure this monkey has enough money in his pocket to buy all the ships on the sea?"

"I don't want to waste this wonderful holiday on Sunday on this little monkey. Today is the fourth round of League One. Although I can't go to the stadium, I still want to watch the game on TV."

A tall, thin man with red hair whispered to a colleague named Will.

When he said monkeys, he made a squinting gesture.

Will looked helplessly at his colleague, pulled him aside, and warned in a low voice: "Xiangjiang is a colony of the British Empire, and the upper class can speak English. Farak, you'd better not get me into trouble."

"Mr. Doyle took a lot of thought to find this buyer. If the business fails because of you bastard, Mr. Doyle will definitely kick your head off with his pointed leather shoes."

"Be honest and don't show your stupidity!".

(End of this chapter)