Zheng Yuntu pushed open the door of his eldest brother Zheng Yunhong's room and slammed the door shut, his face was full of anger that could not be concealed, and his two eyebrows were twisted together.

"Big brother, have you read today's newspaper? Now the Indians are clearly against us, we make Tang costumes, they also make Tang costumes, we make suits, and now they are advertising in the newspapers, following suits, and they don't go to discuss with the trade association at all, they don't understand the rules at all, and sooner or later they will find someone to burn down his factory! And that China-Hong Kong Daily, which is obviously a Chinese newspaper, but helps Indians advertise, is simply a traitor, and the book is a girl! ”

In the room, Zheng Yunhong was leaning on the recliner with his legs crossed, closing his eyes and listening to the Peking Opera disc in the record player, his toes swaying slightly with the rhythm, and when he saw his younger brother walking in angrily, he opened his eyes and glanced at him, waved his hand, and motioned for him to turn off the record first.

Zheng Yuntu snorted, pushed the record player's stylus aside, and the babbling in the room came to an abrupt end.

"Changping and Wanming are both adults, and you are also Zheng Ji's big manager now, and you still do things and talk the same as when you were young." Zheng Yunhong held on to the armrest of the reclining chair, put his body flat, looked at his younger brother Zheng Yuntu and said, "Burn the workshop of the Indians? Do you think it's still in Huangpu Beach, the era of messing around with the group of green-skinned hooligans in Hengshe? ”

Zheng Yuntu, who was taught two sentences by Zheng Yunhong, showed impatience on his face, pulled over a chair and sat down, sighed heavily, and shouted to the door with his voice raised a few points: "Mother Zhang, prepare for cigarettes." ”

Not long after, an old woman in her fifties knocked on the door with a tray and respectfully placed the tray on the table in front of Zheng Yuntu.

Inside the tray was a bong with opium pills, and next to it was an alcohol lamp.

The old mother lit the alcohol lamp with a match, and said to Zheng Yuntu in a concerned voice: "Second young master, eating too often is not good for your health, I simmered rhubarb borneol soup for the eldest young master, and I will give you an extra bowl after you finish eating." ”

Zheng Yuntu waved his hand, there was no half of appreciation on his face, and he only asked her to take the door and leave quickly.

When there were only two brothers left in the room, Zheng Yunhong glanced at his younger brother who was baking a cigarette gun on the alcohol lamp and shook his head slightly.

My younger brother is 412 years old this year, and his son and daughter have reached the age of talking about marriage, but they still can't quit this harmful tobacco. When he was in Huangpu Beach, Zheng Yuntu was addicted to cigarettes when he followed a group of young hooligans of the Green Gang, and when he had no money, he didn't care about his face, and went to the big tobacco house to pick up the tobacco and soil scum poured out by the guys and soak it in water to stop his addiction.

"You! Sooner or later, you'll be killed by this kind of thing! Seeing his younger brother Zheng Yuntu leaning on his body and began to swallow clouds and spitting mist, Zheng Yunhong opened the window and glanced at him, "I'm still thinking that after I die, you can help Zheng Ji keep an eye on it for another two years when you are young, and if I continue like this, I, the eldest brother, will have to do white things for you first!" ”

Zheng Yuntu closed his eyes and slowly exhaled the smoke ring, and the spirit trembled, his voice was like two people before entering the door, and he said lazily and weakly: "Big brother, now that the Indians have reached the doorstep, even our Huangpu people have learned the craft of tailor-made cutting, and the business has been spread to Southeast Asian countries, I don't think I have to wait for me to die, the market of the weaving industry will be robbed first." ”

"There are 41 weaving factories, garment factories and garment factories in the trade association, everyone is not in a hurry, what are you anxious about?" Zheng Yunhong glanced at his younger brother, picked up the two walnuts on the table and played with them in his hands, closed his eyes and muttered, "Do you think that only you noticed the movements of the Indians during this time?" President Shen has contacted me this morning for a meeting in his restaurant tomorrow afternoon, along with the other bosses of the trade association, to discuss how to get the Indians out of the weaving industry. ”

The full name of the Hong Kong Garment Manufacturers Association is the Hong Kong Garment Manufacturers' Association, which was established in early 1949 by a group of Chinese textile industry peers in Hong Kong.

Although it is called the Garment Manufacturers' Association, in fact, in addition to the owners of the garment industry, the Chamber of Commerce also includes businessmen from textile, garment and other related industries to discuss the settlement and development of the weaving industry in Hong Kong.

After hearing the eldest brother Zheng Yunhong finish speaking, Zheng Yuntu knocked his cigarette gun and sneered: "Shen Rongtao? He's the fucking president! We Zheng Ji talk about workers and factories, which aspect is not more than him? Since there is going to be a meeting, it is better to choose a new president by the way, and it is appropriate for you to sit in this position. ”

"Shen Rongtao's business is very extensive, and of course he has a large social network, do you think that the election of the president depends on whose workers have more and more factories?" Although Zheng Yunhong has coveted the position of the president of the trade association for a long time, he also knows that he can't compare to the current president Shen Rongtao, and when he heard his younger brother's words, he shook his head, "It's okay to say a few words at home, when you see Shen Rongtao and other peers outside, don't reveal half of it." ”

Zheng Yuntu lifted his spirit, looked at his eldest brother Zheng Yunhong and nodded, and grinned again: "How many people will go to the same industry?" Is that Indian little red guy going? On the day of the meeting, I hid behind the door and shot him to death, and then went to West Malaysia for a few months off, and everyone was happy. ”

"You talk about follicles!" Even though he knew that Zheng Yuntu was joking, Zheng Yunhong still slapped the table heavily and glared.

Zheng Yuntu smiled disapprehantly: "I'm just talking casually, Shen Rongtao is to invite some local bosses, how can the Indians give him face to go to the meeting, people are now fighting with the British and the media, the knives are sharpened, just waiting for you to make a move." ”

Hearing his younger brother mention the media, Zheng Yunhong exhaled, turned the walnut in his hand, stared at Zheng Yuntu's eyes and asked, "Do you know what is the origin of the China Hong Kong Daily that advertised Xia Hari Garment Factory this time?" ”

The name Shahari is the Indian that Zheng Yuntu has been mentioning since he entered the door, and he is also a wealthy businessman who is now seizing the market in the Hong Kong weaving industry, this Indian's real name is Harry Shalilila, and Shahari is his Chinese name.

"China Hong Kong Daily?" Zheng Yuntu rubbed his eyes and said without hesitation, "I don't know what the origin is, but if they don't help Indians advertise, I think this newspaper is indeed a bit interesting, and I also looked for Miss once two days ago according to the advertising column above." ”

Zheng Yunhong had long been accustomed to his younger brother's way of speaking, and directly ignored what he said to find Miss, and said with a smile: "I sent someone to investigate this China Hong Kong Daily, and his boss is a young man surnamed Su." ”

"Surname Sue? What do you mean? Zheng Yuntu put down the cigarette gun, not understanding what the eldest brother was talking about.

Zheng Yunhong laughed, leaned back in the chair and said slowly: "It's no wonder that you don't remember, so many years have passed." But if the little boss of China Hong Kong Daily is standing here now, he should call you Uncle Erniang. ”

"Uncle?" Zheng Yuntu patted the back of his head, which was a little swollen after smoking, and his face was still puzzled, "You have an illegitimate child outside?" How can you have the surname Sue? ”