Chapter 144: Xiaohui has become popular

"A fatal mistake?"

"I appreciate your eloquence, but alarmism is by no means a wise move."

"To be honest, I can't think of anything that could threaten Mr. Song's position."

Yin Zhuoran sneered contemptuously.

"I know Mr. Song has the ability to cover the sky."

"But he is not Heaven after all."

"If it involves Ke Chengwu and a plot to assassinate the Generalissimo, can he still cover it up?"

Hong Zhiyou asked.

"What do you mean?" Yin Zhuoran's expression became heavy.

"Your Longdong Company's assistant manager, Zhao Chuncheng, has an uncle named Zhang Cuiting."

"Zhang Cuiting raised a death warrior, who is Ke Chengwu."

"Regarding the affairs between this person, Wang Yaqiao, and the Generalissimo, I think you upper-class people should know better than I do, right?"

Hong Zhiyou said.

"Ke Chengwu has been hiding in Zhang Cuiting's house?" Yin Zhuoran's brows locked tightly.

"That's right."

"They are close friends."

"When they were together in private, they conspired many times to assassinate the Generalissimo and his wife, including the two gentlemen Ziwen and Ziliang."

"I have already caught the person, and he has confessed in court."

"There is also a lot of reactionary rhetoric; the housekeeper and servants of the Zhang mansion can all testify."

Hong Zhiyou said lightly.

"Mr. Song doesn't know Zhang Cuiting."

"What you are saying has nothing to do with our Longdong or Mr. Song."

Yin Zhuoran picked up his wine glass, hesitated slightly, but still chose the 'fake Axe' and took a few sips.

"Nothing to do with it?"

"Zhao Chuncheng is your man."

"Zhang Cuiting has a habit of keeping accounts and writing diaries."

"In his account books and diaries, we found the source of his activity funds, more than half of which came from him endorsing Longdong Company's liquor in the upper and cultural circles."

"To put it nicely, your Longdong found a reactionary relic to be a spokesperson."

"To put it bluntly, our Jinhai Station has reason to suspect that certain people are secretly supporting the likes of Zhang Cuiting and Ke Chengwu behind the scenes."

"Mr. Yin, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Hong Zhiyou stood up and added some liquor to his glass.

"You have guts."

"You actually threatened Mr. Song." Yin Zhuoran slapped the table in anger.

"Mr. Yin thinks too highly of me."

"How would I dare to threaten Mr. Song?"

"I am clearing mines for Mr. Ziliang in advance. Just think, if it weren't for me, and it had been the CC or Jianfeng who caught this person and pried open his mouth,"

"would you still be able to sit here in a suit and talk to me?"

"Hong doesn't ask for credit, but just dares to form a good bond and make friends with Mr. Ziliang."

Hong Zhiyou smiled.

Yin Zhuoran's eyes flickered, and a layer of cold sweat had already seeped out on his back.

Politics is fragile, like walking on thin ice.

Any spark could melt this ice and cause it to collapse.

Zhang Cuiting's conspiracy with Ke Chengwu and those messy words, once controlled by Mr. Ziliang's opponents, would become a sharp knife, very likely fatal.

Didn't Kong Xiangxi lose the upper hand in public opinion back then?

And finally, because of public dissatisfaction and American pressure, he lost his ministerial position?

Moreover, the Generalissimo has always been extremely suspicious.

How did Dai Li die?

Ordinary people don't know, but can they not be clear in their hearts?

"Actually, compared to Mr. Ziliang, I am more worried about you, President Yin," Hong Zhiyou continued.

"Me?"

"What problem do I have?" Yin Zhuoran asked in a deep voice.

"You have no problem?"

"Mr. Yin was just drinking with Zhao Chuncheng, discussing how to siphon money from the company to support this bunch of reactionary relics and damage the interests of the Party and State."

"Plotting against the Generalissimo and Jianfeng."

Hong Zhiyou tapped the table with his finger, leaned forward, and stared at him intently.

"Don't you spit blood." Yin Zhuoran's forehead seeped cold sweat.

"I'm spitting blood?"

"Once this matter is exposed, what I am saying now is the evidence of Mr. Ziliang selling you out."

"Throughout the ages, big shots have always kept their hands clean."

"Those who get their heads cut off and families destroyed, aren't they all lackeys and runners like you and me?"

"Mr. Yin, take care of yourself!"

Hong Zhiyou pointed at him, his tone solemn and heavy.

Yin Zhuoran's face changed drastically.

He knew Hong Zhiyou was telling the truth.

He had committed a stupid mistake.

That was not to get too close to Zhao Chuncheng, and not to make the decision to compete for the market.

These seemed to be business means.

But once mixed with political components, they could turn into poison in minutes, costing him his life.

Yin Zhuoran's lips trembled, and then he picked up his wine glass and drank it to the bottom.

Because he drank too fast.

He choked and coughed: "You, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I said, I just want to share your worries, make money, and make friends for you and Mr. Ziliang," Hong Zhiyou smiled gently.

"Can you make this person shut up?" Yin Zhuoran asked.

"Of course."

"The person is locked in Shuitun Prison. With Mr. Yin's financial resources, if you want to ensure the commission, you can go visit him yourself today," Hong Zhiyou couldn't wait to dump this pot.

"You wait."

"I'll go talk to Mr. Ziliang."

Yin Zhuoran got up and went upstairs to make a phone call.

Ten minutes later, he walked back with a relatively light step.

"Mr. Ziliang has agreed to our cooperation."

"From now on, you and Renji are the general agents for Longdong Company in Jinhai."

"Hand over 15% of the dividends every month."

"In addition, for liquor exported by Jin Shan Trading, we take a 30% commission."

"If there's no problem, you can call that Mrs. Ji, and we'll finalize the contract right now."

"As for the Axe Brand liquor, whether you continue to cook the books with Powell,"

"or buy their labels, you are responsible for that yourself."

"Mr. Song has one word: the quality of the liquor must be maintained; you cannot smash the Longdong Company's signboard."

Yin Zhuoran sat down and went straight to the point.

After listening, Hong Zhiyou pondered for a moment and then extended his hand: "Mr. Ziliang's conditions are no problem; I agree to cooperate."

"Good, you can call Jack and Ji Qing," Yin Zhuoran said.

Soon.

Ji Qing and Jack arrived at the hotel.

After some discussion, the three of them hit it off and signed the contract.

"Honey, I'll go to the room and wait for you."

Ji Qing knew he still had things to talk about, whispered in his ear, and left first in her high heels.

"Mr. Hong holds both beauty and money tightly in his hands; you are truly the 'Jin Hai Tong'."

After witnessing Hong Zhiyou's methods, Yin Zhuoran was no longer as arrogant as before.

"You're too polite."

"Compared to you and Mr. Ziliang, I am just a tiny ant."

"Brother Yin, please take care of me in the future."

Hong Zhiyou laughed loudly.

Speaking of this, he added in a low voice: "Every month, I will give President Yin 5% of the dividends separately, not through the company's accounts, but from my personal dividends, to thank Brother Yin for your kindness."

Yin Zhuoran was overjoyed and for a moment didn't dare to accept: "This, isn't this too much?"

You have to know that Mr. Song of the head office only takes 15% of the dividends.

How could he deserve 5%?

With the current sales volume of Axe Brand, this is definitely not a small amount.

The little benefits Zhao Chuncheng sent before were just a drizzle compared to Hong Zhiyou.

"Not much."

"I have always liked to have many friends."

"Let's make money together."

"Earn more or earn less, as long as it's profitable, it's a healthy business."

"More importantly, I feel a connection with Brother Yin; if you don't mind, from now on, you will be Zhiyou's older brother."

Without just saying it with his mouth, Hong Zhiyou took out another contract he had prepared early from his bag.

Yin Zhuoran flipped through it.

Swish swish, he signed his name.

Then he put down the pen, shook Hong Zhiyou's hand tightly:

"I've been in the business world for many years, and the last time I met someone as straightforward as you, little brother, was Old Mr. Rong from Xiangdao."

"I think highly of you."

"From now on, you and I are brothers, and Longdong and I will be your backing."

"Thank you, Brother Yin; I'll rely on you in the future." Hong Zhiyou leaned forward and patted his shoulder like an old friend.

He knew his career and future had taken another step forward.

Yin Zhuoran is Song Ziliang's glove.

Especially in Shanghai and overseas, he has a lot of energy.

Having such a friend will make doing things and making money very convenient in the future.

"Brother Yin, you handle Zhao Chuncheng and Zhang Cuiting."

"I've already greeted Shuitun Prison."

"You can go over at any time."

Hong Zhiyou knew these people were deep thinkers.

"Thanks." Yin Zhuoran nodded.

They chatted and discussed business again, and the two appreciated each other more and more, both regarding each other as confidants.

"Brother Yin, I have an appointment with a beauty, so I won't disturb you."

Hong Zhiyou stood up to say goodbye.

"This is my business card and my permanent residence in Shanghai; if you come to Shanghai in the future, or have trouble, come find me at any time."

"Although I am not Mr. Song's own cousin,"

"I can still speak in front of the two gentlemen Ziwen and Ziliang."

Yin Zhuoran also stood up and handed over his business card.

……

Leaving the room, Hong Zhiyou went straight to 302 on the 4th floor.

As soon as he entered the door, Ji Qing pounced on him and offered a fragrant kiss.

"Zhiyou, I like you more and more, what should I do?" Ji Qing held his face and hummed coquettishly.

"You like money more and more, right?" Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"Hate you."

"I thought this deal was going to fail, but I didn't expect you to handle even the Song family in a few words."

Ji Qing looked at her beloved man with admiration.

"Human relationships, ultimately, are about the word 'profit'."

"Nobody will go against money."

Hong Zhiyou picked at the hair by her ear and winked.

Ji Qing must have just permed her hair.

It wasn't that kind of big wave, but slightly curled, held up by a gold willow leaf hairpin, with slightly fluffy air bangs on the forehead, giving a modern woman's fashionable and light style.

In the current trend of buns, it was definitely an eye-catching existence.

If it weren't for the silk cheongsam on her body,

Hong Zhiyou would have felt she was also a time traveler from the 21st century.

No wonder Zhang Mengchao lost his soul when he saw her.

"You are simply a god, always able to turn decay into magic."

"Even gods are afraid of the White Bone Demon."

"Then you are the Monkey King today; I won't do it if it's less than three times."

……

When a woman is moved and cares, her skills will grow along with it.

The whole afternoon.

Ji Qing exhausted every means to make Hong Zhiyou happy.

Things he could think of.

Things he couldn't think of.

Almost satisfied all of Hong Zhiyou's fantasies about women.

"You've been a bit saucy recently."

After it was over, Hong Zhiyou held the beauty in his arms and praised her.

"You're really bad."

"Last time you said women who aren't saucy don't have high status, and complained that others didn't perform well."

"Now you're making fun of me again."

Ji Qing pouted coquettishly.

"Women, be a noble lady outside, but at home, it's better to be a bit saucy."

"I still have to go back and report to the Station Master, so I'm leaving first."

"If you're tired, sleep for a while."

Hong Zhiyou climbed up and put on his shirt.

"I'm full and satisfied, what's there to sleep for?" Ji Qing smiled charmingly, tied her hair, and got up to tie his tie.

Brushed her teeth, simply touched up her makeup.

She walked out of the hotel with Hong Zhiyou.

Returned to the station.

Wu Jingzhong was anxiously waiting for news in his office:

"Zhiyou, has the matter been resolved?"

"Teacher, it's resolved."

"We reached a cooperation with Renji and Longdong Company, giving up 15% of the profit, so we can openly sell liquor from now on."

"In addition, I talked to Powell."

"Let's see if 50,000 US dollars can buy the Axe Brand label; the name will still hang under Hennessy, but production, sales, and advertising will be fully handled by us."

"Including changing the brand label graphics, etc."

"From now on, Axe Brand will belong to our East."

Hong Zhiyou reported to Wu Jingzhong.

"50,000 US dollars to buy some damn label, are you crazy?" Wu Jingzhong screamed in surprise.

"Teacher."

"How should I put it about brands?"

"It's like a medal awarded by a king; it can't be eaten as a meal, but many people recognize it."

"Just take our liquor."

"Without the Hennessy label, its value will immediately plummet tenfold."

"With it, our self-produced liquor becomes legitimate foreign liquor."

Hong Zhiyou explained.

"Can't we rent it and cooperate like before?" Wu Jingzhong frowned.

"Teacher."

"If we rent from others, how much we ship and how much we sell depends on the face of the Hennessy headquarters."

"And cooking the books is very troublesome."

"Once foreigners turn bad, they will take the bills to sue us, and they will be right every time."

"Taking advantage of our current advantage,"

"Hennessy headquarters doesn't attach much importance to Axe Brand in China, so we must hurry to negotiate it down."

"If we want to buy it later, it won't be a matter of 50,000 or 100,000."

Hong Zhiyou persuaded in a gentle tone.

"Who pays?" Wu Jingzhong asked with a livid face.

"Still us few."

"Me, Ruirui, Ji Qing, and Anderson, Jack."

"Everyone chips in a bit."

Hong Zhiyou said.

"Ruirui has to pay too?" Wu Jingzhong curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Teacher."

"The distillery is Ruirui's; she is the big proprietor, how can she not pay and take the big share?"

"Doing business has the way of doing business."

"If everything is spread on others' heads and no money is earned, won't the partnership break up?"

Hong Zhiyou said.

"Did she agree?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"Of course."

"I'll pay her money," Hong Zhiyou said straightforwardly.

"Where did you get so much money?" Wu Jingzhong was suspicious.

"Rong Bin is a director of Standard Chartered Bank; I borrowed it from him."

"The favor of saving Cao Qingming last time came in handy."

"Moreover, he has been to our winery in Yuezhou and thinks very highly of the liquor quality."

"With the Axe Brand label, we can invest in Xiangdao later to help us open the market and occupy the upper-class tables of the Governor's Mansion."

"Teacher, this is a master key; it cannot be delayed."

Hong Zhiyou tried his best to persuade.

"You borrowed the money, huh."

Wu Jingzhong relaxed slightly; after all, he wasn't his own son-in-law, and if he made money, Ruirui would share it, and if he didn't, what he had scraped together for Ruirui and the child was enough to spend.

Let Hong Zhiyou bear his own profits and losses.

Just don't bleed his own daughter dry.

After all, in this day and age, husbands dying and men running away happens a lot.

It's fine to be close to Hong Zhiyou, but when it involves money, it must be clear.

"I'm old, and I don't understand business matters as well as you young people."

"I only have one condition: you are a person with children, you must be responsible for Ruirui and the child; you are only allowed to win, not to lose!"

Wu Jingzhong pointed at him and said solemnly.

"The student will remember the teacher's teachings." Hong Zhiyou nodded respectfully.

"Has that relic and Zhao whatever been handled by Longdong?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"Yin Zhuoran said it will be resolved tonight," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Hmm, tell them, the body must appear in the morgue of the Army Hospital."

"Must see it with my own eyes."

"Guard against others, just in case they deliberately took the person away and then turned around to bite us?"

Wu Jingzhong ordered without missing a detail.

"Yes." Hong Zhiyou nodded.

He really hadn't thought of this point; it had to be said that ginger is still old and spicy.

"Alright."

"The matter is resolved, and I can go back and look at those old things with peace of mind."

After Wu Jingzhong checked the drawer simply, he left directly.

……

Hong Zhiyou returned to the courtyard.

Cuiping was closing the chicken coop.

"Sister-in-law, why aren't you resting?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"My chest isn't blocked anymore, moving around promotes blood circulation," Cuiping said straightforwardly.

"By the way, where is my Old Yu?" Cuiping asked.

"The Station Master sent him out to do some work, you know."

Hong Zhiyou smiled and returned home.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw a skinny old man with a missing ear, missing a few fingers, and a bruised face sitting on a stool, eating meat and drinking wine with great relish.

Hong Yaozu was back.

"Brother, our dad is back," little sister Hong Xiaohui pouted and said.

"What's the matter? Are you all hoping for your old man to die?"

"Let me tell you, I am a millennium bug; those who survive a great disaster must have future blessings."

"What are you staring for? Come over and eat."

Hong Yaozu raised his right hand with only three fingers left and shouted at Hong Zhiyou.

Damn it!

Why didn't that idiot Zhao Chuncheng finish him off?

"You heartless little rabbit."

"I was kidnapped, and you really don't care at all."

Once seated, Hong Yaozu picked up his chopsticks and tapped the table.

Hong Zhiyou took out his wallet.

Took out two hundred US dollars and placed them on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm talking to you about filial piety, and you're using this stuff to plug my mouth."

Hong Yaozu tilted his head, looking unhappy.

Hong Zhiyou didn't speak, and placed another stack of US dollars on the table.

Hong Yaozu was still cursing.

Hong Zhiyou took out the remaining one thousand US dollars in his pocket and pushed them all in front of him:

"If you want it, shut your mouth."

"If you don't want it, get lost."

"I want it, I want it!" Hong Yaozu knew the benefits of US dollars.

One bill could be exchanged for a lot of silver dollars in the casino.

He knew his son had money, but didn't expect him to be so rich; how many white silver dollars and legal tender would this exchange for?

"My eldest son is still the one with prospects."

"You guys eat, I'm going out to digest."

Hong Yaozu didn't have the heart to eat anymore, put down his chopsticks, put on his melon-skin cap, and ran away in a flash.

"Sigh."

"Once you give money, I don't know where it will be lost again," He Yinfeng sighed.

"Mom."

"Everyone has their own fate, don't worry about it."

"Let him be as happy as he wants."

Hong Zhiyou said.

"You're not eating?" Seeing Hong Zhiyou had no intention of picking up chopsticks, He Yinfeng felt a bit disappointed.

"I've already eaten."

Hong Zhiyou was too lazy to pretend to be a filial son.

Let them think whatever they want.

He really couldn't pretend, and didn't really need the unsolicited motherly or fatherly love.

Went upstairs.

He called Powell and talked about the trademark.

The foreign devil really raised the price on the spot.

After arguing for a long time, they didn't reach an agreement.

Could only wait for another day to meet and grind slowly.

Went to the living room downstairs.

Hong Zhiyou glanced over, and his little sister was reading a booklet with great interest.

"Didn't go on a date with Liu Shan today?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile.

"Brother, I don't like Senior Liu anymore," Hong Xiaohui raised her head and said with some disappointment.

"What's wrong?"

"Is he not..." Hong Zhiyou swallowed his words.

"I discovered he has bad intentions."

"He tried to touch... me in the park that day," Hong Xiaohui said in a low voice.

"You are all adults."

"Isn't it normal to hug and hold hands when dating?"

Hearing his little sister's tone, Hong Zhiyou knew Liu Shan had no chance.

"No."

"I feel his heart is not straight."

"As a student union cadre, he associates with secret agents in private," Hong Xiaohui said.

Hong Zhiyou's heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a smile: "You can even tell who is a secret agent."

"Sister Manzhu told me."

"She can recognize secret agents!" Hong Xiaohui's face was full of admiration and pride when she mentioned that senior sister.

"Manzhu?"

"Is that the eldest daughter of the Yong family?" Hong Zhiyou's brow revealed a trace of killing intent.

In turn, this faint killing intent turned into worry.

"Yes."

"Brother, you know her too?"

"The ten-thousand-person signature meeting for Li Gongpu last time, and the poetry reading by Wen Yiduo at the pier were all organized by them."

Hong Xiaohui said innocently.

"They?" Hong Zhiyou frowned.

"Yes, many of our senior sisters and brothers participated."

"Student Council."

"Sister Manzhu is the organizer."

"You don't know, I followed them to shout slogans and parade in the street, my blood was boiling, it was so interesting."

"Great China must have people like Sister Manzhu to awaken equality and self..."

Seeing Hong Xiaohui getting more and more excited, Hong Zhiyou quickly raised his hand to stop her:

"Xiaohui, Yong Manzhu is a Red Ticket."

"If you follow her to make trouble, people will die."

"Do you want to sit in the electric chair, have your fingernails pierced by bamboo sticks, or have your next generation's food supply cut off by a branding iron?"

"Brother, it's not that exaggerated, right?"

"Isn't it just shouting a slogan in the street? So many classmates went, everyone is fine, what am I afraid of."

Hong Xiaohui pouted unhappily.

Hong Zhiyou snatched the book "Serve the People" from her hand, author: Mr. Mao.

"Xiaohui, do you know if Liu Shan sees this book and tells the secret agents, what the consequences will be?"

"Our family will be finished."

Hong Zhiyou held his forehead with a headache.

He somewhat understood why Old Yu was always on pins and needles and looked at Cuiping with displeasure.

This is simply here to bury mines.

"It's not that exaggerated," Hong Xiaohui hummed.

"I'll go handle your withdrawal from school tomorrow, and you are not allowed to associate with that Yong Manzhu ever again," Hong Zhiyou said coldly with a straight face.

"If you want me to withdraw from school, I'd rather die."

"Mr. Mao said, death is inevitable for everyone, either heavier than Taishan or lighter than a feather."

"Those who die for the interests of the people are heavier than Taishan..."

Hong Xiaohui began to recite reasonably.

"These words are very correct and very important."

"But you still need to grow and be tempered..."

Hong Zhiyou shrugged, not knowing how to persuade her.

"Forget it, do whatever you want."

He returned the book to Xiaohui and went downstairs directly to leave.

Revolution has always been bloody.

Every era needs voices and forces of justice.

The future must also be red.

He didn't want to interfere with Xiaohui's growth, and estimated he couldn't stop it anyway.

Perhaps publishing a notice to sever ties is a good choice.

Need to talk to Old Yu.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 145 =====