As Shi Jianhui said, without Zheng Pengxiao, a god teammate, although Su Jingxian can still use the power of the media to step on Zheng Ji Weaving Factory to the bottom, but at that time, he needs to end up in person, and it will hurt the hard-earned foundation of China Hong Kong Daily.

In fact, it is very simple, it is nothing more than a killing, in the context of the embargo, the media will be mobilized to promote Zheng Ji Weaving Factory to the opposite side of Europe and the United States, and at the same time guide public opinion, creating a glorious image of its tall and majestic shore, which is enough to make Zheng Kee, who is rooted in the British Concession, difficult.

However, that was too sensitive, and the appearance of Zheng Pengxiao made Su Jingxian find a better way to deal with it, so he directly reversed the previous plan.

At this time, Zheng Pengxiao, who was regarded by Su Jingxian as a nobleman, was counting the goods at the wharf, and at the same time directing the workers to load the bags of seed cotton raw materials compressed and loaded into trucks and transport them to the newly leased warehouse.

Between gestures, Zheng Pengxiao was full of spirits.

All the seed cotton raw materials have been inspected by the United States Customs, and after the raw materials are shipped to Hong Kong early in the morning, they will be reported to the Hong Kong Customs first, and then evaluated and calculated, and only now have they entered the supervision link.

Hong Kong imports and exports tens of thousands of tons of goods every day, and of course all the goods to be supervised cannot be stored in the Customs Department for careful examination, so during the supervision period, the Customs allows merchants to transport the goods to their own warehouses for safekeeping, but they cannot use or sell these goods during the supervision period, and must wait for the supervision link to pass and obtain a release permit.

Import-customs declaration-valuation-supervision-release, interlocking, completely copying a complete set of customs system in the United Kingdom.

"Sir, smoke a cigarette." Stuffing a whole box of imported cigarettes into the pockets of the Indian customs staff next to him, Zheng Pengxiao asked in English, "This batch of seed cotton is imported from the United States, it must be fine, I don't know how long it will take to get the release certificate?" ”

Touching the cigarette in his pocket, the customs Indian ghost showed a mouthful of white teeth on his face: "Boss Zheng, don't worry." Customs has always relaxed the supervision of materials imported from Europe, and it will take up to three days for the release certificate to be delivered to your warehouse. ”

A sentence of Boss Zheng, Zheng Peng's filial piety was full of joy, and even the big black face of the ghost guy became beautiful and pleasing in his eyes.

On the wharf, the rumble of trucks is incessant, and five freight trucks shuttle between the wharf and the leased warehouse, transporting batches of seed cotton raw materials.

The Cheng family's cargo trucks are of the same brand as most Chinese businessmen in Hong Kong, a Skoda truck produced in the Czech Republic in 1945 with plenty of horsepower and a load capacity of seven tons.

More than 300 tons of seed cotton raw materials, five trucks have made no more than ten trips, and all of them have been transported.

However, no one noticed that the last truck, on its way to the warehouse, suddenly turned into a fork in the road, and then a Ford Model T pickup truck quickly approached the Skoda truck.

Two strong men jumped out of the pickup truck, nodded at the driver of the freight truck, walked into the back of the truck, and threw two bags of seed cotton raw materials out of the truck.

Later, the two men returned to the pickup truck, carried two identical burlap bags from the pickup truck's compartment, and threw them into the back of the truck.

After doing all this, the Skoda driver started the truck again, returned the same way, and continued to drive towards the newly leased warehouse of the Zheng Kee Weaving Factory, while the two big men moved the seed cotton raw materials on the ground back to the pickup truck and left in the opposite direction.

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Three hours later, the smiling Zheng Pengxiao and his father Zheng Yunhong walked into the rental warehouse one after another, Zheng Pengxiao patted the neatly stacked stacks of seed cotton raw materials, and there was a smug look in his eyes.

If it weren't for himself, Zheng Ji would have to pay millions of liquidated damages this time, and he would have been in a state of collapse ever since.

"Father, although my uncle is not at home now, I feel that I can take over his work for the time being, and it can be regarded as sharing your worries." Zheng Pengxiao said while taking Zheng Yunhong for a private visit.

Now in the entire Zheng family, no one dares to mention that Zheng Yuntu has been burned to death in front of Zheng Yunhong, so they can only say that he is not at home, and at the same time send additional people to search for Zheng Yuntu's whereabouts and chat for comfort.

Zheng Yunhong's complexion was a little better than yesterday, he tore open a burlap bag in front of him, took out a few strands of seed cotton and twisted them in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

From the point of view of quality, this batch of seed cotton is superior, and the price is surprisingly low.

Glancing at Zheng Pengxiao with approving, Zheng Yunhong responded: "You are not too young, it is understandable to want to take over the family's business, your uncle was in charge of the weaving process of various factories before, and you will also learn to handle it from tomorrow." However, at the beginning, I would suggest that you should first learn more basic things with the old employees of the factory, and if you want to manage a factory well, you can't just talk about it, at least you must understand how the factory works. ”

Zheng Pengxiao clenched his fists excitedly and nodded heavily: "Father, don't worry, I will not let you down!" ”

Zheng Yunhong touched the burlap bags around him, walked forward, and said: "Since you have to be in charge of the business of the factory, you don't have to go to the Zhonggang newspaper in the future, I will invite the whole Su family to come to the house as a guest in two days, and by the way, I will mention the issue of share transfer, as long as you hold the shares in your hands, and leave the development of the newspaper to Su Jingxian to do." ”

Zheng Pengxiao agreed, with a slight regret in his eyes.

In fact, he likes to stay in the office building of China Hong Kong Daily, after all, he is leisurely, he doesn't have to worry about anything, and he is not restricted.

However, Zheng Pengxiao also knows that his family's industry is far better than that of China Hong Kong Daily, even if he is stupid, he can distinguish the weight.

"What's in there?" Just when Zheng Pengxiao was imagining a better life after inheriting the family property in the future, Zheng Yunhong, who was touching a stack of sacks and walking forward, suddenly stopped and spoke in doubt.

Zheng Pengxiao followed the prestige, and his father Zheng Yunhong's eyes were on an ordinary burlap bag, kneading the cloth bag with his hands.

"Cotton, of course! Will it still be gold? Zheng Pengxiao laughed, and at the same time put his hand on the sack, and then the smile on his face was paused, and his face showed a strange color, "Why is it hard?" Is there really gold? ”

Ignoring Zheng Pengxiao's nonsense, Zheng Yunhong frowned, and an inexplicable haze shrouded his heart.

Tearing the seal of the sack hard, Zheng Yunhong flipped the sack to the ground, revealing the tightly bound small wooden boxes inside.

"Father, it's hard in this too." Zheng Pengxiao's hand touched another sack next to him and opened his mouth in surprise.

The uneasiness in Zheng Yunhong's heart became stronger and stronger, and he looked at the equipment around him that did not take advantage of it, and simply picked up a small wooden box and threw it to the ground.

Click!

The wooden box shattered, and the glass bottles inside were scattered in all directions, making a crisp sound.

Zheng Yunhong bent down and picked up a glass bottle on the ground, saw that there were English letters written on it, and hurriedly asked Zheng Pengxiao beside him: "What does it mean to write foreign on it?" ”

"Penicillin" Zheng Pengxiao is still complacent about his English level, "Translated as penicillin, a drug, it is sold in Hong Kong pharmacies, nothing surprising." ”

Hearing the words penicillin, Zheng Yunhong's whole person was like being struck by lightning, he reached out to hold the sack stack next to him, and his body slowly slid down and sat on the ground.