Hong Kong General: Hongxing 49 Zai, step on Liang Kun to get a job

Zhou Shengpeng said a few perfunctory words on the other end of the phone before hanging up. Chen Haonan stood there in a daze, wondering what had just happened.

His boss, Big Brother B, actually kindly asked Zhou Shengpeng to move his goods to Wan Chai?

For a moment, he wondered if his ears were broken.

"Haonan, Kunpeng will send people to deliver the goods tomorrow. Take Shanji, Datian and the others with you to help spread the goods."

"Those of you who joined the club around the same time should learn more from Kunpeng and work hard, understand?"

When Big B's voice rang out, Chen Haonan began to doubt his life. They were here to join a gang, but selling diapers was too much of a distraction!

He felt like crying. What's more, he was selling the damn Zhou Shengpeng's goods, which made him even more depressed.

On the other side, Zhou Shengpeng hung up the phone with Big B. He was sitting in a meeting in the conference room.

Sitting inside were Jimmy, Xiao Zhang from the finance department, Manager Wang from the sales department, the publicity department, etc.

I received several calls this morning. In addition to Big B, Bucky also called to ask for the goods.

Apparently, because diapers are selling like hotcakes in Hong Kong Island, they have attracted a lot of attention and everyone wants to get a piece of the pie.

"Jimmy, except for the partners I personally agreed to and contacted, everyone else who wants goods must pay a deposit. The deposit will be collected according to the proportion of the goods." Zhou Shengpeng ordered seriously.

He didn't want anyone to come and take the goods from him casually. If someone took the goods and didn't pay, it would be troublesome.

He knew some of the clubs well, and he had personally contacted them, so he had no worries. But it was harder to say about the other clubs. To avoid unnecessary trouble, he had to get things done first. Jimmy carefully recorded Zhou Shengpeng's arrangements in his notebook.

"Next, let me report on last week's business performance." Zhou Shengpeng said.

Jimmy opened the documents on the table and began to report seriously.

"The total revenue in Tsuen Wan, Central, Mong Kok, Sai Kung and other areas last week was a total of NT$200,000 per day."

"After deducting some publicity and some additional expenses, the net profit for the month is at least 500 to 600 million, and it shows a steady upward trend."

"I believe it won't be long before I can reach a monthly income of tens of millions."

Zhou Shengpeng looked at the data and nodded: "Not bad. This result is the result of everyone's joint efforts. Thank you for your hard work."

He looked calm on the surface, but in reality, he was very excited. A monthly income of tens of millions was something that was unimaginable in Hong Kong in the 1970s and 1980s.

Meanwhile, Zhou Shengpeng had already begun planning his business plans for Bolan Street. Pengcheng Daily Chemicals was already on track and generating stable revenue, so he could leave it to Jimmy to manage.

Today, there are still several previously disappeared industries on Bowl Lane, including two nightclubs, three bars, and ten stables.

All these resources need to be integrated and put on the right track. After thinking for a moment, Zhou Shengpeng withdrew his thoughts and continued the meeting.

After the meeting, Zhou Shengpeng and Arun made an appointment to pick up Shisanmei from the hospital.

But once I left the house, I was in a state of panic. I'd been too busy lately to buy a car. And then there was the unfortunate news: last time, while plotting against Liang Kun, I crashed Jimmy's car and totaled it.

As a result, Jimmy now has no car. The two stood at the factory gate, looking at each other in silence.

"Brother Peng, you are a big shot now, earning tens of millions a month and over 100 million a year, but you still take the bus. It's a bit unreasonable." Jimmy teased.

Zhou Shengpeng chuckled and said, "That makes sense. If I don't have a car, I'm not worthy of my current status. Do you have any connections? Let's go get one."

"Whatever car you like, pick it. I'll pay for it!" Jimmy's eyes lit up when he heard he had picked up a car for free. He said excitedly, "There must be a way."

"There are a lot of water trucks and street trucks in Saigon Dasha. The prices are cheap, the procedures are simple, and you can see the trucks anytime."

Zhou Shengpeng heard that it was Sai Kung Dasha. In the original novel, Chen Haonan lost his car and found him.

As a result, he was not very clean-mouthed and looked down on Chen Haonan, so he was beaten up by him. This guy was actually a used car dealer.

Smuggled cars shipped by water, mortgaged cars from casinos, stolen cars – he has it all. To make a living in this business, cars are essential.

"Let's go and take a look together." Zhou Shengpeng thought that since they were going to buy a car anyway, it would be okay to take a look.

If there's something you like, buy it; if there's nothing you like, don't buy it. Jimmy drove out of the factory and headed straight from Mong Kok to Sai Kung.

Mong Kok to Sai Kung is not far away, and there are not many cars on the road. It took less than half an hour to reach Dasha's parking lot in Sai Kung.

Sai Kung, located in the eastern New Territories, was once a common fishing pier. Fishermen would often catch seafood and sell it to businesses along the coast, eventually giving rise to a unique seafood street.

Many people like to go there to eat seafood, buy seafood, walk by the sea, or have some desserts.

Dasha grew up in Saigon. After joining the Changle Gang, he set up a dock and did some unconventional things.

He smuggled cars from the sea and collected some of them. As his reputation grew, more and more people came to him to buy and sell cars.

So he has a wide variety of cars here, as long as you can name it, he can get any car.

Arriving in Saigon, Zhou Shengpeng jumped out of the car. Across the vast square, simple warehouses were built in rows. Looking inside from the entrance, one could see rows of cars lined up.

There were a few other guys nearby repairing and waxing the car. From a distance, I saw the tall and stupid guy directing his men to unload the goods.

"Big idiot!" Jimmie shouted loudly and waved his hand.

Dasha saw Jimmy and ran over with a smile. Jimmy had introduced him to many businesses before, and he was still very enthusiastic about Jimmy.

"Jimmy, I heard that you have become very successful and become a big manager, managing a large factory with hundreds of employees. It is an honor for me to come to my place today!" Dasha exaggeratedly praised Jimmy.

Jimmy smiled helplessly: "How can you compare with Dasha? Half of the cars in Hong Kong Island come from you. You are the one with the real wealth and power."

"I'm just making a living thanks to Brother Kunpeng."

Dasha's eyes lit up: "Kunpeng!"

"Jimmy, you are so lucky to follow such a powerful boss."

"He's been quite popular recently. He's even dared to destroy the United Society and establish a presence on Bowlan Street!"

"No wonder you look so cheerful lately, it turns out you've met a noble person!"

Hearing Dasha's praise, Zhou Shengpeng, the real host, felt very embarrassed.

Jimmy was afraid that if Dasha continued talking, everyone would be embarrassed, so he stopped him immediately.

He introduced: "Brother Dasha, this is my boss Kunpeng."

"Wow, you are the Kunpeng boss. Hearing about you is worse than meeting you in person. You are indeed a handsome man, the most powerful man in Hong Kong Island."

"Come on, have a cigarette. This stuff I have comes from the sea. It's not available in Hong Kong Island. It's absolutely delicious."

Dasha is worthy of being a businessman, his ability of speaking eloquently is indeed a perfectionist.

Zhou Shengpeng chuckled, took the cigarette, and praised: "This cigarette is really good. Brother Dasha is really capable. He can get such a rare product."

"No wonder people say there's nothing you can't get. Your stuff is the most beautiful and the most complete."

"So I came to look around and wanted to buy two cars that would suit me."

Although it was just a commercial compliment, Dasha was still very happy because everyone was carrying the sedan chair.

"Hey, let me tell you, I have a very complete range of cars here. If you can't find any here, you're unlikely to be satisfied if you go somewhere else."

"Come on, I'll take you to have a look." Zhou Shengpeng followed Dasha to the innermost warehouse.

This warehouse is very hidden and can only be opened by pushing aside two messy shelves.

Dasha took out a bunch of keys from the back of his belt, skillfully found the corresponding key, and opened the door.

There are quite a few cars parked inside, all of which look new and are luxury models.

We have everything, such as Porsche, Rolls-Royce, Mercedes-Benz, Crown, Bentley, etc., all of which are the latest models.

The cars inside are completely different from those outside. The ones outside are all Dukes, Ladas, Volgas, Mitsubishi, and Passat cars of lower quality.

"Brother Peng, with your current status and position, you should at least get a Porsche 911 to drive. It would be absolutely stunning."

"Look at it, the red exterior and the great lines, it's from the sea."

"This car has only traveled 300-400 kilometers, and it's like a new car. The price is half of a new car, and there's no tax to pay. It's a very good value for money."

Zhou Shengpeng looked around the car. It was definitely cool, but it was too conspicuous. It was also too small to move around with A-Run in it...

He laughed and said, "This car is a good car, but it's too high-profile. I want something low-key, luxurious, and meaningful, and most importantly, it has more space."

"If you want a large space, then you'd definitely choose a Rolls-Royce. It's more than enough for my two little sisters to sit in the back."

Dasha raised an eyebrow, looking sly. A Rolls-Royce is nice and spacious, but for gang members, every boss who dies rides up the mountain in a Rolls-Royce. It's unlucky.

Zhou Shengpeng walked up to the Mercedes-Benz S280 and examined it carefully. The car's unparalleled condition, intriguing classic lines, and impressive exterior were truly impressive.

The double-bumper design also provides a high safety factor. He opened the car door and got in. Inside was a handmade interior made of solid wood and calfskin, retro and luxurious, spacious and comfortable, very nice.

The Mercedes-Benz, now known as the "Tiger Head Benz," was very impressive, with a luxurious interior and ample space, meeting several of his requirements. Furthermore, the car was a rare S-Class coupe with a 6-cylinder engine, providing ample power, making it the forerunner of the S-Class.

Zhou Shengpeng touched the steering wheel and already had an idea in his mind.

"Brother Peng, you have good taste. This car is truly understated, luxurious and has a lot of substance. It's brand new."

"It's not expensive, just 80 Hong Kong dollars. Add and I'll take care of all the paperwork."

Dasha was very perceptive. Seeing Zhou Shengpeng take a closer look at the Mercedes-Benz, he immediately started selling it to him. Zhou Shengpeng looked at the car and was quite satisfied.

Dasha had connections at the customs, so after shipping the car over, he just scratched the chassis number and completed the formalities, and it was really no different from a new car.

It can be said that it is a good deal to buy this car for 82 yuan.