Chapter Ninety-Four: The Media Is Sweet
"Father, do you believe that I am good this time?" Zheng Pengxiao's face was a little anxious, "My friend's farm covers an area of more than 500 acres, and the annual output of seed cotton is three or four hundred tons, and the price is definitely lower than that of other businessmen in Hong Kong. As long as you nod your head, Zheng Ji can be self-sufficient, why do you have to make a loss-making deal with Shen Rongtao? ”
Holding the photos faxed from the United States to Hong Kong, Zheng Pengxiao spread them out one by one in front of his father Zheng Yunhong, and his tone was uncontrollable eagerness.
After night fishing with friends from the fishing club last night, Zheng Yunhong now looked a little sleepy, took a sip of ginseng tea in front of him to refresh himself, and swept his eyes over a photo spread out on the table.
Judging from the photo, the friend's farm in the son's mouth does look very vast, and the land has obviously just been renovated, which is in line with the natural law of sowing cotton this month.
In almost every photograph, an identical face appears in it, a white young man with a cigar in his mouth and a crutch in his hand, smiling brightly at the camera. In the final photo, the white young man holds a cardboard written crookedly in Chinese, welcoming friends from Hong Kong.
Everything seems to be flawless, but the price of 600 yuan per ton of seed cotton makes Zheng Yunhong's heart shrouded in a haze.
If the price of raw materials for Hong Kong businessmen is outrageously high at the price of nearly 800 yuan per ton for most European farmers, then the current price of 600 yuan is too low.
Even Shen Rongtao, the president of the trade association, has cooperated with Europeans for a long time, and the price of seed cotton obtained is nearly 670 yuan, Zheng Yunhong certainly does not believe that his son will surpass Shen Rongtao in terms of connections.
"Uncle Jian, the person in charge of the Mong Kok factory, told me that you brought a British girl to inspect the factory the day before yesterday? Is the farm in the photo her family's property? Retracting his gaze from the photo in front of him, Zheng Yunhong raised his head and looked at Zheng Pengxiao, and said with a smile.
Zheng Yunhong asked this sentence, and by the cabinet at the door of the living room, the hostess Li Su'e, who was wiping the goblet, immediately pricked up her ears.
Zheng Pengxiao, who has ripped off countless lies in the past two days, subconsciously wanted to deny it, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered that there was no need to lie about this kind of thing, and hurriedly changed his words: "The girl who went to the factory with me is called Sophia, an Englishman, and she helped me contact the farm in the photo." ”
Zheng Yunhong's neatly trimmed beard trembled slightly, and with a smile on his face, he looked back at Li Su'e, who was pricking up his ears and eavesdropping on the conversation between father and son next to the cupboard, and then laughed heartily.
"Nong, little red guy!" Stretched out his finger and pointed at his son Zheng Pengxiao, Zheng Yunhong grabbed the photo on the table and looked at it again, then shook his head and smiled, "Let you go to the UK to study, even foreign devils hook up, when will you bring it home and let me meet your mother?" ”
The word "red guy" is a slang term for Huangpu Beach, which originally referred to the low-status soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
Li Su'e, who was eavesdropping with her ears on the side, put down the cup she had wiped clean in her hand, and smiled like a flower: "I said a long time ago that Ah Xiao is a good person in the Zheng family, and the second family's Changping got married early?" In the future, our Ah Xiao will marry a foreign housewife (foreign wife) and envy them to death. ”
The Changping she mentioned in her mouth is the son of Zheng Yuntu, the second master of the Zheng family, Zheng Changping.
Although Zheng Changping is younger than his cousin Zheng Pengxiao, he was already married at the age of twenty. In the fifties, when marriage was more than 20 years old, Zheng Pengxiao is now 24 years old, as a mother, Li Su'e has always been anxious about his marriage, and now she learns that her son seems to have a foreign girlfriend, and she can't wait to take a loudspeaker to the radio station to show off.
was praised by his mother, Zheng Pengxiao's face rarely showed a trace of shame, but his eyes overflowed with smugness.
The Chinese have a ghost sister girlfriend, which is definitely a face-showing thing in this era, although Sophia has not yet confirmed her relationship with Zheng Pengxiao, but the kiss in the car that night made Zheng Pengxiao full of confidence.
He felt that his choice to return to Hong Kong was really wise, if he stayed in the UK, he didn't know how many ghosts he would have to face, and it was impossible to know the goddess-like Sophia.
"Sophia is a highly talented student, and this time I came to Hong Kong to complete my academic research, and I mentioned to her about cotton raw materials, and she took the initiative to help me contact friends on American farms." Zheng Pengxiao spared no effort to say good things for Sophia in front of his parents,
Li Su'e looked at her son, looked at her uncle Zheng Yunhong, and blamed her in her voice: "What do you see you doing?" Now that your son has contacted you with low-cost raw materials, you have taken the goods from outsiders. ”
"You know what? Woman's home! Zheng Yunhong glared at Li Su'e, and tapped his finger on the photo on the table, "Six hundred pieces of seed cotton, six hundred, there is no reason to be so low...... Ah Xiao, are you really familiar with that English girl? ”
Before Zheng Pengxiao could answer, Li Su'e first spoke in a weird manner: "Oh! Ah Xiao's friend is British, will he still lie to you? Your courage is far worse than that of the second child. ”
was sarcastically ridiculed by his wife, Zheng Yunhong pretended not to hear, and his eyes were still staring at his son Zheng Pengxiao.
"Sophia and I have known each other since England, she is a good girl, and there is no reason to lie to me." Zheng Pengxiao looked directly into his father's gaze and did not dodge.
He is very aware of his father Zheng Yunhong's temper, if he bluntly said that he and Sophia have known each other for less than half a month, Zheng Yunhong will definitely not sign the American seed cotton order, and maybe he will scold himself a few words.
But now he has ripped off the lie in front of Sophia, saying that he is the big boss of Zheng Ji Weaving Factory, if he can't even get the seed cotton order that Sophia helped him contact, Zheng Pengxiao feels embarrassed to see the goddess in his heart next.
For his father Zheng Yunhong's caution, Zheng Pengxiao was somewhat disdainful in his heart, as his mother Li Su'e said, can a highly talented student who came all the way from Britain deceive a Chinese?
Taking a step back, even if you are deceived and lose money, what's the big deal if you lose more than 100,000 pieces of seed cotton?
If his father resolutely disagreed to sign the order, Zheng Pengxiao had already made up his mind to secretly take money from his mother to eat these hundreds of tons of seed cotton raw materials!
Under the gaze of Zheng Pengxiao's hope, Zheng Yunhong pondered for a long time, and finally made a decision: "I think it's better to forget this year, I have already negotiated with Shen Rongtao about the supply of goods, and the goods will arrive in Hong Kong the day after tomorrow, and now they can't be changed." ”
Looking at the disappointment flashing in his son's eyes, Zheng Yunhong patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, your father won't let you lose face in front of your friends, and he will let the housekeeper give you 10,000 yuan, and accompany your friends to go shopping and eat during this time, and buy a few more gifts." It's best to coax women, even if it's a foreign devil. ”
Zheng Pengxiao pursed his lips and nodded, forcibly suppressing the displeasure in his heart: "Yes, father, I know." ”
"Also, when you go to work at the newspaper tomorrow, remember to inform Su Jingxian and ask him to advertise for Shen Rongtao's Rongguang Company in the newspaper for a period of time, he is still the boss, be polite to him." Zheng Yunhong yawned, leaned on the sofa, and closed his eyes slightly, "The media is really a good thing, even Shen Rongtao wants to step in, how can we have so many doors to do business before." I have to take the time to urge Su Jingxian and ask him to make the contract for the transfer of shares as soon as possible, only the business in the hands of his own family is called business! ”