The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the last day of the new year, enjoy the lanterns and the moon, eat the Lantern Festival, the festive and peaceful atmosphere disperses little by little, after one night, the Spring Festival is really over.

For the ordinary people of Hong Kong, with the good fortune and blessings they have received from the Tin Hau Temple, they set out in full gear to hope for a smooth and prosperous new year. But for Hong Kong businessmen, the year started at the beginning of the Spring Festival, and it got off to a bad start.

If it is said that last year's embargo was only rumored and had not yet affected Hong Kong, a free port, then from 1 February to 16 February this year, after the establishment of the so-called Committee on Additional Measures, more than 10 countries, led by Britain, the United States and France, joined the ranks of the embargo against China, and Hong Kong, which was still part of the British concession, was already standing in the middle of the whirlpool.

Zheng Ji Weaving Factory does not sell much fashion to the United States, but Rao is so, from the beginning of the year to the present, Zheng Yunhong, the big boss, has lost several orders, and lost more than 300,000 Hong Kong dollars in less than a month.

This is not only Zheng Kee, nor is it just the weaving industry, as long as the entire Hong Kong companies and enterprises involved in import and export, almost all of them have suffered losses.

At this time, Zheng Kee Weaving Factory was located in the office of the Prince Edward Road factory, and sitting opposite Zheng Yunhong, in addition to his younger brother Zheng Yuntu, there was also his eldest son Zheng Pengxiao.

"Nong Niang, rub it!" Zheng Yunhong slapped the walnut in his hand on the table, his face full of anger, "Your father and I have been in business for decades, and I haven't heard of this kind of truth!" ”

Zheng Pengxiao, the eldest son who studied in the UK and rushed back to Hong Kong for the Spring Festival, lowered his head and glanced at the table, seeing that after his father Zheng Yunhong moved his hand, the two walnuts on the table that he had been coiling for several years had cracked.

In Zheng Pengxiao's mind, his father Zheng Yunhong has always been a kind businessman with a smile on his face, and he has never seen Zheng Yunhong get so angry since he was a child, especially in front of him.

But then again, the Yankees have gone too far this time, and they have unilaterally canceled the orders that have been completed under the pretext that the spinning yarn is produced in China, which is too deceitful!

Zheng Pengxiao thought in his heart, and his face showed disgruntle.

"Ah Xiao." Zheng Yuntu on the side turned a blind eye to his eldest brother's anger, but turned his head to look at his nephew Zheng Pengxiao, "You are studying abroad and are well-informed, how much does it cost to buy an American identity now?" ”

Zheng Yuntu's idea is very simple, since Americans do not do business with Chinese, everything will be fine if they have an American identity by themselves.

Zheng Pengxiao has always looked down on this uncle who was born in a green-skinned hooligan and was addicted to opium, even if he is not holding a cigarette gun in his hand now, what he said still makes Zheng Pengxiao disdainful.

The Yankees are now making a fuss about the origin of spinning, and this big smoker still thinks that changing a nationality will not affect the business?

"Uncle, it's not a matter of identity, now even the import and export business of the British white-skinned devils in Hong Kong has been suppressed, even if we get the status of American immigrants, the company and the factory are opened in Hong Kong, we still have to obtain raw materials from the cotton trees in China, and we will also be restricted from exporting." When Zheng Pengxiao said this, seeing that his father and uncle were looking at him, he couldn't help but feel a little fluttering, and expressed his opinion, "I think if you want to resume orders in the United States, you still have to start from the raw materials, Zheng Ji can import cotton, silk and wool from Britain and the United States, and then export them to the United States after textile production." ”

After Zheng Pengxiao said this, he thought that he would receive praise from the two elders, but he didn't expect that his father Zheng Yunhong's face was even heavier after hearing it, and Zheng Yuntu couldn't help laughing.

"Little Red Guy, with just these few words of yours, it is impossible for your father's business to be left to you." Zheng Yuntu became addicted to smoking, yawned, looked at his nephew and said with a smile, "Let's not talk about the import and export restrictions now, is it possible to import raw materials?" Do you know how much it costs to import raw materials from abroad? His mother's various tariffs add up, and in the end, I am afraid that I will not even be able to recover the capital. ”

After Zheng Yunhong arrived in Hong Kong, he devoted himself to business, and did not marry a wife and have children until he was 23 years old. Although the eldest son Zheng Pengxiao is also over 20 years old, because he has been studying in the academy since he was a child, and was sent to the United Kingdom to study when he became an adult, he has basically never been in contact with the family's business, and he does not know anything about the cost and profit of the weaving industry, so he will say this hypothetical remark.

was ridiculed by his uncle, who had always looked down on him, and Zheng Pengxiao's face was blue and red for a while.

Zheng Yunhong, the eldest of the Zheng family, was obviously very dissatisfied with what his son said, glanced at him, sighed and waved his hand: "You go out first, I have other things to talk about with your uncle." ”

Zheng Pengxiao heard his father sigh, he was ashamed and ashamed, bowed his head in response, and hurried out of the office.

After Zheng Pengxiao left, Zheng Yunhong sat on the chair and was speechless for a long time, and only after a while did he spit out a sentence from his mouth: "Little red guy who is not a weapon!" ”

"Did you think of the little nephew of Zheng Liru's family?" Zheng Yuntu glanced at his eldest brother, took out a cigar with ingredients from his arms, and struck a match.

When there are juniors present, Zheng Yuntu never touches the smoke.

Zheng Yunhong, who was said to be the center, closed his eyes slightly, as a parent, he always likes to compare his own children with other people's children, he has recently known only Su Jingxian, who founded the China Hong Kong Daily at the age of nineteen, in contrast, with his son Zheng Pengxiao's words just now, and Su Jingxian is more than a step behind.

"I think Ah Xiao is used to worrying about food and clothing, so this year I will let him stay in Hong Kong and go to the factory in Kwun Tong to learn to do business, starting from the bottom workers." Zheng Yunhong opened his eyes, and decided Zheng Pengxiao's next stay with one sentence, and then turned his face and asked his younger brother Zheng Yuntu, "The business in Europe can't be done for the time being, what do you think?" ”

Zheng Yuntu took a puff of his cigar to lift his spirit, and said with a deep groan: "The war, it will always end, and we can afford to lose hundreds of thousands of orders." Since the business in Europe cannot be done, the market focus is still on Southeast Asia as before. ”

"That's all it can be." Zheng Yunhong fiddled with the broken walnuts on the table, his brows furrowed, "But now that everyone has no European market, there will inevitably be more people robbing this cake in Southeast Asia, it's difficult!" ”

"No matter how difficult it is, it can be more difficult than when I first came to Hong Kong? What should really be complained about is Shen Rongtao, the president of the trade association, who has always relied on connections and only accepted orders from the United States, and now he has no tears when he cries. Zheng Yuntu held his cigar slowly, stared at Zheng Yunhong's eyes and continued, "What's more, we now have a relative who makes a big newspaper, even if the market competition is fierce, we can also seize the opportunity in advertising." ”

Mentioning Su Jingxian, Zheng Yunhong thought of his son again, and couldn't help shaking his head: "I feel more and more that our little nephew is not ordinary now, and if Mother Zhang can talk to Zheng Liru, it is difficult to guarantee that her son will easily turn his head and help us." ”

"You said that if the factory of China Hong Kong Daily suddenly catches fire, and then our maternal uncle will take the money out to help our nephew rebuild the factory, will he thank us?" Zheng Yuntu lowered his head and thought about it, grinning, revealing his white teeth.

Zheng Yunhong frowned when he heard this, looked at his younger brother Zheng Yuntu fixedly, and nodded lightly after a long time: "People with Hong Kong words are unreliable, go to the Du Mansion to find your own people." ”