Chapter 7

Hong Zhiyou went straight to Yu Zecheng's office.

Yu Zecheng was tearing up the newspaper.

Apparently, the Station Chief urging his wife to enter Jinhai made him very big-headed and irritable.

"Director Yu!" Hong Zhiyou greeted him.

"Zhiyou, I heard Mrs. Ma has arrived?" Yu Zecheng put down the newspaper and stood up to pour him tea.

"Arrived last night."

"Now in the station, only your wife and Section Chief Xue's wife haven't arrived." Hong Zhiyou sat down and chatted.

He was willing to contact Yu Zecheng.

One is the hero complex.

Another is that old Yu has a kind of magic.

Calm.

Being with him, not being his enemy, is a very comfortable thing.

"Hey, my woman from the mountains is not used to the city, why bother with this?" Yu Zecheng said, stroking his head in distress.

"Director Yu, this is the internal rule."

"Back then, regarding the affairs of Fu Shenglan and Ding Meizhen, the Commissioner gave a death order, but Boss Dai lost his craft and lost face at the top, which was extremely angry."

"The top doesn't watch the wives, he's not at ease."

Hong Zhiyou lowered his voice and said with a hint of teasing.

"Little brother, my wife doesn't know a single word, she can't be Ding Meizhen."

"It's still you, little brother, who is good, without any worries."

Yu Zecheng was really envious; he only had Zuo Lan in his heart.

"Hey, I'm poor; acting on the scene is fine, but which girl can really marry me?"

Hong Zhiyou pulled out his dry trouser pockets and laughed bitterly.

"You're not honest."

"I went to the municipal government to handle affairs yesterday, and I heard from the people there that you, little brother, are amazing now, and even have a nickname," Yu Zecheng pointed at him and laughed.

"What nickname?" Hong Zhiyou was curious.

"Jinhai Cannon... King!"

"You, little brother, are very romantic."

Yu Zecheng patted him on the shoulder and laughed out loud.

Jinhai Cannon... King?

Pfft!

Hong Zhiyou sprayed a mouthful of tea.

It's only been a few, and he's already called King.

Which genius took it, it's too much of a look up.

"Director Yu, I'll tell you the truth, I accompany those wives to play mahjong and have fun, it's all..." he pointed to the Station Chief's office.

Anyway, they will be the "Heng and Ha" generals in the future.

It's better to sell yourself early, let old Yu "use" yourself, and help him along the way.

Besides, it's too serious; if he turns around and resells equipment and medicine, old Yu will definitely suspect him.

Playboy, greedy villain, Station Chief's lackey, unscrupulous profiteer.

These labels are both Hong Zhiyou's protective color and can make old Yu relax his vigilance and regard him as a "wealth-attracting comrade."

"What do you mean, I don't understand." Yu Zecheng pretended not to understand.

"Why did Division Chief Lu chase and bite me early in the morning? Because I approved the Grain Merchants Association President and the Liuwei Road grain market to Kang Zuowen," Hong Zhiyou whispered.

"You have guts, little brother; that's a big traitor, how can you approve such important assets of the party-state to him?" Yu Zecheng pretended to be terrified and scolded righteously.

"Traitor or not, isn't it just a word from the Station Chief?"

"It doesn't matter if I tell you; the Kang family offered a pair of treasures from the Yongzheng period, obtained from Lu Qinzhai, worth several mansions in the racecourse."

"Otherwise, could the Station Chief assign me a car and let me mix in the pile of women every day?"

Hong Zhiyou rubbed his fingertips and laughed dryly with a wink.

"Hey, youth is good; I can't do this job of yours, little brother."

Yu Zecheng nodded meaningfully.

"Director Yu, I heard you are a student personally brought by the Station Chief."

"In the future, we are our own people; I treat you as a brother, you must take care of your little brother."

Hong Zhiyou flattered.

"Don't, you are the Station Chief's favorite; take care of each other, take care of each other..." Yu Zecheng smiled modestly.

"Different."

"You are raised by your biological father, I am picked up on the side of the road."

"Without this blood relationship, nothing works."

"Stop chatting, the Station Chief called you to the office to listen to orders, I'll go back first."

Hong Zhiyou patted old Yu and walked out quickly.

"Walk slowly, Secretary Hong."

Yu Zecheng watched him leave, and muttered in his heart.

Secretary Hong revealed it voluntarily.

Is it to get close, or is he stupid?

As a top student of the "Sino-American Class," and with the station's confidentiality regulations, he shouldn't be unable to keep his mouth shut.

Could it be that the Station Chief intends for him to get close to him.

Hmm, this person is not simple, must be careful to guard against him.

……

During the day, he "obeyed the order" and went to the military family association to play mahjong with the wives, and brought Zhou Gendi along by the way.

Those wives were very discerning when they heard it was Team Leader Ma's wife, and Zhou Gendi won quite a bit of money.

This made the "little woman" from Shanghai feel wonderful.

When coming back in the afternoon, she even sang "Flower Good Moon Round" like a bird while pinching the orchid finger in the car; that soft Jiangnan dialect made Hong Zhiyou's heart itchy, and he almost couldn't hold back his fire to handle her.

However, Hong Zhiyou was not someone who would suffer a loss.

Taking advantage of getting out of the car, he pinched her perky buttocks slightly.

Zhou Gendi's face turned red, she didn't get angry at him, just gave him a charming look.

This made Hong Zhiyou feel that there was a play.

It seems that in a few days, he can keep an eye on Ma Kui's point.

At night, Hong Zhiyou changed into his newly bought Western suit, returned to the office, picked up the landline, and dialed a number:

"Hello, Mrs. Kang, has Miss Mu arrived?"

……

"Good, I'll be there soon."

Hanging up the phone, Hong Zhiyou brewed another full cup of deer antler powder.

Hey, youth with nowhere to place.

Wives' group!

Zhou Gendi!

Wanqiu!

……

He simply loved this enchanting and hot era to death.

After tidying up, Hong Zhiyou drove to the French Club.

These foreign clubs in Jinhai each have their own characteristics.

This one is slightly smaller, but it wins in authentic dishes and red wine, good service attitude, and mainly it's close to the municipal building, making it convenient to handle affairs.

Today is the day for the implementation of the last few fat vacancies.

Hong Zhiyou came to the lobby.

Inside, people were crowded, and in the elegant piano music, business and political celebrities were holding high-footed glasses and mingling, very lively.

While greeting people, Hong Zhiyou's gaze fell appreciatively on the side of the piano rack.

The one playing was Wanqiu.

She was wearing a white long dress, revealing her snow-white neck and fragrant shoulders; under the reflection of the lights, her skin was as smooth and crystal-clear as jade.

At this moment, Wanqiu's slender fingers were dancing on the piano.

Sometimes closing her eyes in sorrow.

Sometimes smiling pleasantly.

As if the whole hall was clouds and smoke, only music followed.

She was really beautiful.

The slightly curly hair was pinned with a sparkling crescent shovel.

Not only did she have the intellectual beauty of a rich young lady of this era.

The features on her goose-egg face were also extremely exquisite; under the long, curly, and dense eyelashes, her phoenix eyes were clear, her nose was exquisite, her cherry-red lips were set off by snow-white, healthy, and elastic skin.

She was simply like a porcelain doll angel walking out of a comic book.

"Little demon!"

"Officer Hong, have you seen enough?"

Just as he was watching in a daze, Mrs. Kang, Fang Min, quietly came to his side and pinched his waist hard.

"Not enough," Hong Zhiyou laughed.

The two exchanged glances and walked toward a corner of the long corridor where no one was around.

"It's just playing the piano, what's so great about it? I can do it too," Fang Min hugged him and acted like a spoiled child out of jealousy.

"You blow better than her, playing is forget it," Hong Zhiyou winked and laughed wickedly.

"Hateful, you are really a heartless radish; you said you liked people like me who are ripe just the day before yesterday," Fang Min whispered and flirted.

Hong Zhiyou hugged her and laughed: "If you eat too much meat, you have to eat some vegetables occasionally."

"Is the matter handled?"

"Handled, Li Mingchen prepared a pair of priceless Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vases and five gold bars to contract the textile factory."

"And Boss Qian took out five thousand US dollars, plus a box of opium, wanting the opening rights of the Huiguang Bank."

"……"

Fang Min said one by one.

The textile factory Li Mingchen wanted had ready-made machinery and labor left by the Japanese, so it's not surprising that the price is high.

Boss Qian only wanted an opening right.

Just a matter of signing a name; being able to offer this price shows the strength of his financial resources.

"Where did Boss Qian get so many US dollars?" Hong Zhiyou was quite curious.

"Boss Qian's son is a military officer at the San Francisco Embassy and can get US bills; the Huiguang Bank is specifically for exchanging US bills."

"They secretly only accept gold bars, jewelry, ornaments, and antiques; of course, they can also be mortgaged with assets; it's actually a pawnshop under the guise of a bank."

"Then they dump these to North America, and they can earn a lot of US bills in one turn."

"I heard Boss Qian say that the Americans built a super-large warehouse in New York specifically to store gold; not only Boss Qian, but many countries have their grasp," Fang Min said.

Dog traitor!

My chance to make a fortune has come!

……

(End of this chapter)