Yuen Long, Hong Kong---

Song Zhichao took the fire unicorn, Dasha, curly hair and chicken essence, looked at the rolling warehouse in front of him, and finally fell a stone in his heart.

Since he swallowed all kinds of garbage worth tens of millions in one go, clothing, hats, shoes, canned food, and alcohol, etc., in order to store these goods, Song Zhichao had to rent a factory in Yuen Long, a relatively remote area of Hong Kong, as a temporary warehouse.

As Song Zhichao's subordinate Huo Qilin and the others, they began to get busy, and they didn't sleep well for almost a week, either on the way to receive the goods, or in the warehouse where they were unloading.

As the marketing director of the new company, Huo Qilin is responsible for counting the specific number of goods, and as the warehouse supervisor of the new company, Dasha and others are responsible for loading and unloading the goods, and eating, drinking, and Lazar are almost all done in the warehouse.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, who were originally Song Zhichao's bodyguards, were appointed by Song Zhichao as security supervisors, responsible for the safety of this batch of goods, preventing theft, preventing fires and floods.

For Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, I always feel that this is inevitably a bit overkill, these old clothes and old canned food, no one wants it at all, if it is useful, that is, those drinks, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong and others tasted it, and it tasted good.

Therefore, there is no need to take such careful care of these things, just find a few dogs and tie them at the door of the warehouse.

As for Huo Qilin, Dasha and others, although they work very hard, and they are also hardworking and resentful of their work on the surface, but they have really worked for so many days, and they still have some regrets in their hearts, and they feel that they may have made some mistakes in their original choice---s.

about 1.3 million pieces of old clothes, old shoes;

about 730,000 canned products of various varieties;

All kinds of liquor, whiskey, brandy, vodka, etc., totaling about 850,000 bottles;

In addition, there are some other compressed foods, puffed foods, about 1.1 million servings;

Even Huo Qilin secretly calculated that Song Zhichao spent almost 15 million in order to buy this garbage, and if he used this money to do other businesses, he would definitely be able to make a lot of money.

It can be said that since the establishment of "Wanda Import and Export Trading Company", people's hearts have begun to fluctuate, mainly because Song Zhichao collects garbage too coldly. Everyone didn't know why he collected so much garbage, and Song Zhichao didn't open his mouth to explain, but just asked them to do it.

Today, almost all of Hong Kong's garbage has been collected and piled up in these warehouses in Yuen Long.

......

At this moment, the warehouse is ---

All kinds of cans, drinks piled up.

Everyone sat on the canned food box to rest, and the thinking that was originally oppressed by work began to be active again, and everyone inevitably said some inconsequential gossip when they rested.

"We're going to die, we're really going to be Lesper!"

"That's it, I'm tired and tired, I don't know what's the use of receiving so much fun!"

"With so many cans and wine, our gang can't even eat and drink for a few lifetimes!"

"Boss Song won't really let us eat these pleasures, right?"

Just when the crowd was complaining---

"Who said that you should eat these pleasures?" As he spoke, Song Zhichao suddenly appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

Dasha, who was complaining just now, was suddenly startled, immediately bounced up from the box he was sitting on, grabbed the hair on his head with his hand, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, big guy, it was my broken mouth, I said that just now." ”

Song Zhichao smiled, glanced at the stupid man who had lost weight these days, dirty like a gray mouse, patted his shoulder and asked him to sit down, and then said: "Although I am your boss, I am not a landlord who oppresses tenants, let alone a rooster who crows in the middle of the night--- so don't worry, what I promise you will definitely be fulfilled!"

Dasha grabbed his hair, "Big guy, we all know what you say, but ---" glanced at the mountains of old things around him, "Are these things worth money? We are afraid that we will not be able to sell them if we take them to the mainland, and when the time comes, it will be miserable!"

"Who said I was going to the mainland?" Song Zhichao asked rhetorically, opened a box of canned food casually, took out a can of canned beef from it, and tossed it in his hand and said: "These canned foods can still be eaten, but they will expire soon, I am a mainlander, of course I will not harm my compatriots!"

"On the contrary---" Song Zhichao put the canned food back in the box, "I still have to get millions of similar things from the mainland, mainly canned food and wine--- our canned beef, and Red Star Erguotou, those are all good things!"

The Soviet Union is now facing social turmoil, a shortage of living materials, and the Soviets like to drink alcohol and eat meat the most, and the spirit of Erguotou is the most suitable for their taste, and canned beef is the most sought after by them.

But according to Dasha's intelligence, he couldn't understand Song Zhichao's words at all, so he had no choice but to ask Jin Jiu, Niu Xiong and Huo Qilin for help.

It's a pity that Jin Jiu and the three people don't know what Song Zhichao is selling, and now they are not satisfied with receiving so many old things in Hong Kong, so they still want to buy them in the mainland?

Seeing everyone's puzzled looks, Song Zhichao smiled, opened another box of puffed food, opened a bag and tasted it, spit it out and said: "Don't look at me with this kind of look, in fact, I have already started to do it, I asked Qi Wanda to buy it with all his might over there, and it is estimated that there are millions of old goods in store now." ”

In fact, Song Zhichao said a few words.

Nowadays, the mainland has become the world's manufacturing factory, especially in the southern region, which is the key area of manufacturing and processing industry, with various garment factories, shoe and hat factories, canning factories, as well as biscuit factories, melon seed factories, etc., and so on. Because of this, many people in the mainland like to go south to work, and even Song Zhichao himself is a migrant worker in the south.

As a migrant worker who came to Hong Kong from the south, Song Zhichao clearly knows that it is much easier to buy these old things on the mainland than in Hong Kong, not to mention those private canneries, garment factories, and liquor factories, not to mention those huge state-owned enterprises, the canned food, wine, and food they produce are extremely cheap and of high quality, and they are backlogged in the warehouse, and they only need to spend a little money, and even invite the person in charge to drink wine and eat meat, which can be easily done.

According to Qi Wanda's reply to Song Zhichao, "Then it's no different from picking up in vain!"

Yes, it's similar to picking it up for nothing.

In this era, labor is cheap and cost is cheap, so the goods produced are very cheap. Qi Wanda, who is Song Zhichao's agent in the mainland, is also a well-known little man, and it is not easy to help buy some such backlog goods, so after receiving Song Zhichao's order, he quickly hoarded almost hundreds of wagons of old goods--- canned fruits, canned beef, Erguotou liquor, Lao Baigan, compressed biscuits, and poorly packaged potato cakes, tortillas, etc.

After listening to Song Zhichao's words, Jin Jiu and the others were all confused, only to feel that Boss Song might be really crazy, and the garbage was collected and received from China to --- Nima, and it was difficult not to die now.

"I know what you're all thinking, wondering if I'm crazy. Well, I'm really crazy, because soon you'll know that it's not just me who is crazy, the whole world is going crazy. Song Zhichao had something to say, but he didn't explain it, he habitually took out a cigarette and wanted to light it.

Jin Jiu coughed and pointed to the big sign on the wall.

Song Zhichao looked up and saw that it said "No fireworks".

Jin Jiu said: "This ...... I'm in charge. ”

Song Zhichao smiled and put the cigarette back on, not only was he not angry about Jin Jiu's very responsible attitude, but he also appreciated it.

"In short, I assigned you the task, although you work hard, I will definitely cash in on the million annual salary at the end of the year!" Song Zhichao suddenly raised his voice, "Now we don't fight for the sun and the moon, but only for the day!" Because we are about to run out of time----" Song Zhichao's eyes were deep, and for the first time his face showed a solemn expression.