Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 94: Chapter 94
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Looking at the accounts of the bus company, Xie Lan couldn't believe his eyes at all.

After a hard day's driving, the capital has not been earned back, and a driver's salary has to be paid.

This is not starting a company, this is doing charity.

The bus company has always been in charge of Zheng Feng, and he took people to collect the money every night.

He really has no black money, it's just that he can't control the old driver of the company.

He had already noticed that the number was wrong, but the locks of the ticket box were intact, and the steel coins poured out every day were only a few hundred yuan.

He also really didn't understand where these drivers started.

"Miss Xiaolan, I've checked it several times, but I haven't found any tricks that these bastards are playing there."

Zheng Feng also knew about this matter, so he took care of it.

When Liu Zhenguan was in charge, a car cost 1000 yuan a day.

In the past two days, he had a cold and went to the Western Hospital to get a bottle, so he left the business to him.

It's just that he didn't expect such a big mess to happen after he took care of it for a few days.

"Are you crazy, are you a bad guy? You're a short mule."

"Greedy for money, I think these drivers don't want their lives. You take someone there tonight and break the legs of these greedy drivers."

"Falling on the street."

Xie Lan looked at Zheng Feng who had his head down with hatred, not knowing how the slug recruited the younger brother, he was so stupid.

The accounts of the bus company are in a mess, so there is no need to look at them.

Xie Lan took out the insurance company's ledger, and found that no one dared to cheat the fees, and they had all been turned into theft and rescue fees, lying on the ledger.

The more Xie Lan looked at it, the more painful his head became. He didn't understand what should be understood, and he was blinded by what should not be understood.

This money has to be handed over to the palm of the hand. Once there is an account to follow, the prefix can come to check the account at any time.

But can this account really be made public?

"From tomorrow, the cost of robbery and emergency rescue will be lowered, and insurance fees will be collected separately. Don't go to the insurance company for the Finnish bath in the horse stable gambling hall."

"I'll tell Brother Le."

"Do you only apply for this type of insurance now?"

Xie Lan immediately cleared his mind and prepared to divide the money into several shares, and then asked the insurance company about the types of insurance.

Of course, Zheng Feng couldn't answer the professional question about the types of insurance, and he didn't hold back a single fart after talking for a long time.

"Okay, let's go out!"

"Like a log that can't speak."

Xie Lan also had enough of this idiot, and sent Zheng Feng out, so don't bother her here.

Zheng Feng nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and just about to go out, he heard outside the door: "Who messed with our sister Xiaolan?"

"Aren't you afraid of being chopped into eight sections?".

Lin Huaile walked into the office with herbal tea in her hand, looked at Zheng Feng who seemed to be caught by the teacher, and said, "Go out and drink herbal tea!".

"Yes, Brother Le!"

Zheng Feng, who was pardoned, nodded and ran out quickly.

"You asked them to chop people with knives, and they didn't have anything to say, so they went out to fight you with knives."

"But if you want them to count, even if you touch your fingers and toes together, it won't be fair!"

Lin Huaile took out the herbal tea, put it in front of Xie Lan, and excused his little brother.

Xie Lan picked up the herbal tea, blew on it, and found that it was not hot, so she took a big sip immediately. After busying herself all morning, these young people on the street didn't even know how to take a sip of water.

"Then let me ask Brother Le, your minibus only earns more than 300 yuan a day, isn't it too much?"

Hearing Xie Lan's words, Lin Huaile immediately picked up the ledger on the table and flipped through it, but when he saw the crooked words on it, he knew that everything was possible.

"It's lawless."

"Dare to blackmail my money, I'm really not afraid of death."

"I'll ask Changmao to ask at night to see how brave they are."

Lin Huaile threw the account book in his hand back on the table, sat down on the desk, and continued: "Planting flags requires young people, and running a company requires talents."

"Since you want to walk the right path, you must act like you are walking the right path."

"Today I'm giving away a big favor, which can help us jump up."

Favor?

What kind of favor can I have?
Seeing that her lover was playing tricks, Xie Lan deliberately didn't get to the bottom of it, stared at her with big eyes, and looked at Lin Huaile triumphantly.

Lin Huaile saw that Xie Lan didn't ask any more questions, so he could only tell the story of Wan Yuyan's being tricked carefully.

"The Far East Club!"

"It's full of Shanghainese and hometown associations. If we rashly step in, will it be dangerous?"

The cautious Xie Lan was not overjoyed.

There were rumors that the stock market crash in the past few years was caused by these ruthless Shanghainese.

When it comes to finance, no matter if you are from Chaoshan or Bamin, you are no match for these Shanghainese.

Even ghosts rely on controlling the exchange and suppressing it with public power.

But there is no long-term victory in soldiers, and no long-term shape in water.

Shanghai Aberdeen hired a large number of Chinese nationals, began to study the stock trading law, found loopholes, and established the Far East Stock Exchange.

In the colony, I fought against the ghost, and finally succeeded.

I know how clever these Shanghai boys are.

The stock market crash in the early 70s dealt a huge blow to Hong Kong.

To put it simply, Lu Le lost 400 million in this stock market crash.

But the master who held the gun like this didn't even dare to fart in the end, swallowed it in his stomach, and admitted it.

The Shanghai boys are a group of roll kings. After the inside is rolled, the outside is rolled, and the leeks are eaten, and the fellows are eaten.

Do things equally.

"You think there's something wrong with it?"

Listen to people's advice and eat well.

It is a good habit to listen to other people's opinions.

Lin Huaile knew in his heart that he entered Xiangjiang halfway, but Xie Lan was not, and she had always been active among a group of wealthy young masters and ladies.

The internal information he has is beyond his comparability.

"In the final analysis, Wan Molin is a local ruffian, not the leader of these Shanghai boys."

"Wan Dashao's influence in the Far East Society is hard to determine."

"Even if the insurance company is listed and its performance is not fake, it will not attract people to buy it."

Xie Lan's words poured cold water on Lin Huaile, making him sober.

Lin Huaile scratched his head and began to rethink his own layout.

"Gui Lao has been doing a lot recently, developing Hung Hom and reclamation."

"MacLehose has been sitting there for so many years, and he will see the chaos in Xiangjiang. It was he who came forward and brought down the four major detectives."

"Like what I said at Peninsula Square last night, the sky in Xiangjiang is still owned by ghosts."

Xie Lan brought up the ghost again.

Lin Huaile did not understand the meaning of Xie Lan's words, but he knew that ghosts were unreliable.

Xiangjiang will return to the mainland in the 90s, and by then, his position will become very embarrassing.

　Goodnight everybody

　　
　
(End of this chapter)