Wan Chai Ferry Terminal, Hong Kong---

In the early morning, it was drizzling, and a flurry of whistles came from the docks, and the ships engaged in maritime trade returned near the docks.

A black Bentley sedan was parked near the pier, and Niu Xiong sat in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette leisurely.

The bald guy Jin Jiu was holding a black business umbrella outside, and under the umbrella, Song Zhichao held a telescope and looked at the freighter that was constantly heading towards the dock through the hazy rain curtain.

"Brother Chao, these steamers of ours have already returned from the Far East, and according to your meaning, they have not come back empty-handed, pulling back many special products and valuable things from the Soviet Union. Jin Jiu said to Song Zhichao, who was holding a telescope.

In fact, for Song Zhichao, the so-called "trade" should be bilateral, to be precise, it should be to make money at both ends--- pull necessities from Hong Kong and earn foreign exchange rolls from the pockets of the Soviets; then from the Soviet Union, we should bring back some things and sell them to Hong Kong people to earn Hong Kong dollars in their pockets.

The Soviet Union has a lot of land, especially now that the domestic situation is tense, many families have to take out some family heirlooms and sell them on the black market. So Song Zhichao unceremoniously entrusted Prolev to help him buy a lot of "good things" from the black market, including Russian oil paintings, gold and silver utensils, antique clocks and watches, and many artistic antique pendants.

For Song Zhichao, these things could only be exchanged for bread and clumsy water and wine in the Soviet Union, but when they were brought to Hong Kong, they could be auctioned and sold to those big guys in Hong Kong to make a lot of money.

"Let's take a look first--- these things are not garbage cans, alcohol, clothes, they are all good things, you must be careful when shipping. Song Zhichao is still a little uneasy about Dasha and the others who are in charge of freight, after all, these "good things" are too valuable.

Jin Jiu nodded, so he held the umbrella and followed Song Zhichao to brave the drizzle and walk towards the loading place in front.

Later, when Niu Xiong saw Song Zhichao leaving, he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, then started the car and followed closely behind.

……

In the hazy rain---

Dasha, who was in charge of unloading the cargo from the freighter, braved the drizzle and shouted wetly: "Be careful, the contents of this container are very valuable! If something happens, you can't afford it!"

"What are you doing? Holding the container in your hand and putting it down gently! You think you're loading and unloading potatoes, Auntie Pu!"

"Let's work hard, everyone! Hurry up and go back to rest! It's a damn rainy day, and you must have a few drinks when you go back later!"

Today's Dasha is no longer the old boy who has no interest and only knows how to make false certificates, and has become the director of Wanda Trading Company in charge of freight. Before and after him, many people respectfully called him "Director Cheng", or "Big Silly Brother".

In addition, Curly Hair and Chicken Essence are also people with status and status, both of them are team leaders in the freight department, with a monthly salary of 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and they usually start to wear suits and ties, and they no longer look like the old boys.

But at this time, the three of them took off their suits and ties, and together with the stevedores, they slowly unloaded the antiques and oil paintings that were brought back from the Soviet Union. If you don't discern carefully, you'll think they're also stevedores.

Song Zhiyue came, if he hadn't heard Dasha's rough voice, he would really not have recognized him in the drizzle.

Dasha was sharp-eyed, and when he turned around, he saw Song Zhichao under the umbrella, so he hurriedly ran over and asked Song Zhichao: "Boss, why are you here?"

Song Zhichao said: "I can't rest assured, so come and have a look." As he spoke, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Dasha.

Dasha wiped the rain from his face, took the cigarette with a smirk, and said, "Don't worry! I will not forget what you have explained--- these things are very important, even if I risk my life, I will not let them lose the slightest." ”

As he spoke, he snapped, Dasha took the lighter but couldn't catch it on fire, it turned out that the lighter was damp.

There was a snap.

Song Zhichao took out his lighter and lit it and sent it to Dasha.

Dasha was moved for a while, and smirked: "How can this work, you are the boss, how can you help me light the fire......"

Song Zhichao said: "You just need to arrange this batch of goods for me, not to mention lighting a fire for you, just to help you massage." ”

Knowing that Song Zhichao was joking, Dasha was no longer embarrassed, so he lit a cigarette on the lighter, took a comfortable puff and said: "Boss, these things are so precious, but after all, they came out of the black market in the Soviet Union, so you are not afraid of a sudden inspection by the police in Hong Kong?"

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but glance at Dasha more.

Song Zhichao always thought that Dasha was a vulgar person, but he didn't expect this guy to be coarse and fine, and he was actually comparable to Jin Jiu beside him.

"Of course I know, but I know even more that there won't be a police officer. Song Zhichao said confidently.

"Why?" Dasha looked curious.

Jin Jiu next to him was also very curious.

You must know that from the very beginning, Jin Jiu told Song Zhichao that these things brought back from the Soviet Union are likely to be targeted by the police in Hong Kong, and they will randomly put you on the charge of "smuggling" and "reselling", and you will be able to confiscate these Soviet antiques and antiques that have been collected at a great price. But now Song Zhichao said that those policemen would not come at all, how could it be?

Song Zhichao saw Dasha's curiosity, so he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Do you know what Hong Kong Customs will do if it inspects this batch of antiques?"

Dasha: "......"

Jin Jiu: "......"

Where do they know.

Song Zhichao: "According to international regulations, all smuggled goods like this antique-level will be seized, then go through international judicial procedures, and finally return to the Soviet Union." ”

"Ah, for nothing?" the big fool pouted.

Song Zhichao smiled and said: "No way, this is international law, as long as you sign this kind of international agreement, you must abide by it." What's more, the Soviet Union is a superpower, and Hong Kong is just a small place, even if there is British backing behind it, the British will not dare to easily offend this big guy who dares to have a cold war with the United States because of this little thing. ”

After a pause, Song Zhichao continued: "Therefore, they can turn a blind eye and watch so many good things flow into Hong Kong, and then wait for the auction to directly stimulate Hong Kong's economy." And most importantly......"

Song Zhichao smiled, and then took out a slip from his arms: "These artworks are going to be auctioned at a low price, and the buyers have already booked them." ”

Dasha and Jin Jiu: "......"

No matter how stupid you are, you can understand what it means.

Song Zhichao handed over the documents in his hand to Dasha and said: "After unloading this batch of goods later, you find out these works of art and pack them well, you must not make mistakes, understand?"

Dasha nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, I'll do it!"

At this time, Jin Jiu suddenly said: "Brother Chao, the police won't trouble us, so what about the Cha family? That old guy Cha Dongchen has been staring at us all the time, snatching the goods supplied to us, not to mention, now if they call the police, or notify the media, then this batch of antiques will ......."

Song Zhichao reached out and patted Jin Jiu's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Jiu, I know that you are careful." But don't worry, I've taken this into account. Now the Cha family is staring at us very closely, and even I can be sure that the old fox of Cha Dongchen is staring at my batch of antiques and drooling at this moment, but he will definitely not call the police. ”

Jin Jiu: "Why?"

"Because he wants to be the king of trade in the Far East!" Song Zhichao sneered, "He wants to follow my example, and he is also waiting to get so many antiques from the Soviet Union." You say, if he calls the police, what will happen to the antiques he brings back?"

Jin Jiu: "......"

It was immediately understood.

He is turning a blind eye now, and you will be turning a blind eye in the future.

Song Zhichao nodded, "There are rules, even if it is a competitor, sometimes you must know how to compromise and make concessions." ”

After a pause, Song Zhichao said again: "What's more, what makes Zha Dongchen have a headache now is not my batch of antiques, but that he has hoarded so many necessities, how can he pull it to the Soviet Union?"

Song Zhichao pointed to the freighters docked at the wharf and said: "With the help of Big Huo Boss, more than half of the Hong Kong cargo ships have been contracted by me, he Cha Dongchen estimates that he has a headache now--- there is no ship, what else can he do as the king of the Far East?!"

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