He Dingxian put a Hong Kong dollar on the counter and said to the waiter: "Miss, pay the bill." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Ho." The waiter finds the change.

Shi Ping looked at him and accepted the money, turned around and walked out of the restaurant door, and suddenly shouted, "He sir." ”

"What's wrong?"

He Dingxian turned around and asked.

Shi Ping got up and said, "I don't have what you want, but I can try to help ask." ”

"Thank you."

He Dingxian smiled.

Shi Ping looked at him without any thoughts, turned around and left, and his heart was even more determined. In the evening, Shi Ping found Mai Jingtao and reported the list of He Dingxian's purchases to the boss behind the scenes, and finally said: "The price given by He Sir is very good." ”

Mai Jingtao leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and exhaled: "How high?" ”

"It's three times higher than the military's shipment price, and the specifics can be discussed." Shi Ping pondered He Dingxian's tone in the afternoon, and said loudly: "And the amount of goods will not be small, and a batch of goods can earn at least hundreds of thousands." ”

"It's just that the goods are going to be sold to Nanyang."

Mai Jingtao sneered: "It's best to sell it to Nanyang." ”

"It's the territory of the Governor of Nanyang, and it's not under my control."

Shi Ping reminded: "Mai sir, the situation in Nanyang is in full swing and is not optimistic. ”

Mai Jingtao sneered: "What does it matter to me whether they live or die." According to the information of the Political Department, He Dingxian took a leave of absence for two days, probably to go north, and it is very likely to discuss arms business. If we don't sell it now, we won't have a chance to sell it in the future. ”

"Those people are already selling goods, but the channels are different from ours, you ask them to get a batch of goods, do you make money for nothing?"

Shi Ping nodded and said, "Then I'll go and contact the military." ”

Mai Jingtao took a sip of wine: "Okay." ”

In the past few days, there have been too many worries, and finally there is good news. He even has most of the power of the police force, so how can he care about the affairs of other colonies? The colony reports to the governor, and the governor reports to the ancestral family, and there is no subordinate or subordinate relationship between the colony and the colony.

Did the Governor of Nanyang pay him a salary?

Don't send it?

He is not allowed to fish for himself!

"Raise the price as much as you can."

"He sir, weapons and body armor can be sold to you."

Next.

Morning.

Shi Ping called the Operations Department and said bluntly: "However, the price needs to be 30% on the original basis, I will ensure the quality of the goods, and send a few more body armor." ”

"I'm sorry, Boss Shi."

He Dingxian said with a smile: "I have already contacted the new boss, if there is no suitable price, there is no need to pick up the goods from you." ”

Shi Ping knew that it was He Dingxian's bargaining skills as soon as he heard it, but considering that He Dingxian was really likely to find a new way, he groaned and said loudly: "The price is according to what you said before, a light machine gun is 3,000 Hong Kong dollars, a heavy machine gun is 5,000 Hong Kong, and a bullet is two dimes." ”

"Body armor."

He Dingxian asked.

Shi Ping said with a smile: "For every 200,000 Hong Kong dollars of goods, one piece will be given for free, and there will be a buy and a gift, which is interesting enough, right?" ”

"So good!" He Dingxian became interested and teased: "It won't be to fool me with the rags on the battlefield, right?" ”

"The goods that go out of my place, as long as there is a problem with the inspection, all will be replaced." Shi Ping said: "Not only are the body armor brand new in service, but the firearms are also inventory equipment that has not been on the battlefield. ”

During World War II, there was indeed a large number of stockpiled weapons that did not have time to go to war. Later, they were all hoarded in the warehouses of the garrisons in various places, and the large warehouses of the police force only had handed over light weapons, and the garrison warehouses had everything. Don't ask where the goods come from.

Q is to collect scrap.

"I'll think about it" He Dingxian was already very excited in his heart, because the price of light and heavy machine guns and ammunition was already under expectations. If it can't be used up in Nanyang, it will be sold to Southeast Asia to make money.

And if you buy enough 200,000 Hong Kong dollars, you will get another body armor. Although body armor is not directly sold, the military has already shipped it.

Shi Ping said: "He sir, there is no second source of goods in East Asia, and the price is cheaper than ours. If there is, it will definitely not be sold into the South Seas, and you should understand how difficult it is for inland goods to pass through customs."

He began to threaten with off-the-board moves.

He Dingxian smiled and said: "Hehe, since Boss Shi said so, for the sake of our cooperation for many years, okay." Seventy light machine guns, twenty heavy machine guns, 100,000 rounds of ammunition, and a few boxes of grenades were given to me, enough for 400,000 yuan. ”

"Do you want it?"

Shi Ping smiled and said, "No problem, He sir." ”

"OK, the people from Yiqun Company will deliver it to you, first try whether the first batch of goods is good or not, and if it is not used, there is no need to talk about it." He Dingxian's tone was arrogant. Shi Ping said: "Don't worry, He sir." ”

"I'm all in long-term business, focusing on a customer experience, so I'm in charge, and I'll personally give you a body armor for you."

He Dingxian felt that he was cursed, but considering that a body armor was worth a lot of money, he still smiled and agreed: "Thank you." ”

"Smack."

He hung up the phone and pouted: "The ghost guy is really the same as he imagined, and the benefits are greater than the sky." ”

Mak King Tao knew that the arms were sold to the South Seas, and every bullet would destroy the foundation of British rule in the South Seas, but he still chose to sell the arms, which can be described as extremely short-sighted at present. But from the standpoint of Mai Jingtao, there is really no loss in selling the arms, can a little firepower be able to defeat the Nanyang garrison? Impossible! Those poor people who hit the street have received their salaries, and not only do they not have to pay their salaries, but they also don't have to pay pensions.

The board machine was not buckled by him.

What about him?

The reason why He Dingxian contacted Shi Ping was that he was sure that Shi Ping would let go.

When Jiang Tiansheng and Boss Shi began to pay for the goods, a fishing boat slowly docked at the Xiamen wharf, and a young man wearing a Mao suit and holding an umbrella stood on the wharf and asked, "Is it Mr. He?" ”

A tide and brave red stick, a Lao Fu red stick, two people holding umbrellas, wearing black shirts, walked out of the cabin first.

He Dingxian, dressed in a suit, bent down and walked out of the cabin, hurriedly stepped on the stone steps, boarded the dock, and shook hands with him: "Hello, hello." ”

Seeing that he was warm and kind, the young man was a little uncomfortable, and said shyly: "Mr. He, hello." ”

"I am a staff member of Jimei University, and I am here to greet you on behalf of Master Chen and welcome you to Ludao for inspection."

He Dingxian drove directly into Fujian Province by boat at the typhoon shelter wharf, first, for the sake of political security, to avoid leaving entry and exit records, and second, it was very convenient to come by boat by sea. Of course, Mr. Chen needs to say hello in advance, otherwise, the fishing boat will be driven away by customs early.

"You're welcome."

He Dingxian said: "I'm here to learn. ”

"Huh." The young man held an umbrella and invited him to get into the car.

"Thank you."

He Dingxian got on a "Wanguo" truck, which drove all the way into Jimei Society, passed by a sign of "Jimei Village", and drove into the university campus. Due to the drizzling and light rain, there are not many students on the campus road.

Occasionally, I saw a few people, all holding books, coming and going in a hurry.

The truck stopped in front of a two-story school building, and two clerks raised their umbrellas, stepped out of the eaves, and stepped forward to hold umbrellas for the guests.

"Mr. He, slow down."

The two red sticks who were originally responsible for holding the umbrella had not yet been propped up, and the rain on their heads had been covered, which made the two of them a little stunned.

He Dingxian felt like he was returning to his hometown, and when he came to the eaves and faced an old gentleman, he bent down and shook hands and said, "Master Chen, look up for a long time." ”

Mr. Chen is over 70 years old, wearing a pair of glasses, wearing a Mao suit, and his figure is already a little rickety, but his spirit is still very good, he stepped forward to shake hands with him and said, "Mr. He, please inside." ”

Although Mr. Chen has handed over the management of the school he founded to the state, as the owner of the two institutions that funded the establishment of Jimei and Xiamen University, the students and teachers in the school will still be called "school owner".

The current school building where Mr. Chen lives has a total of two floors, with a single floor and less than 60 square meters, the first floor was the principal's office, and the second floor was the school owner's office. Since Mr. Chen returned to China for a long time, he needed to set aside two rooms to receive some official dignitaries, so he handed over the entire main building to Mr. Chen.

He Tingxian sat down on a wooden chair in the living room and found that the main building was really simple and pitiful, except for basic furniture, calendars, and a bookcase, there was nothing superfluous. There was even a bowl of side dishes being clasped in a basin, and it was hard to imagine that the owner of the room was a business tycoon.

"Mr. Chen, I took the liberty to visit, in addition to the things I brought to the school, I also specially packed a special product for you in Yuen Long." Ho Ting-yin took a paper bag from Ma Tsai's hand, and the paper bag was slightly wet with water, but it did not seep into the bag.

"This is Yuen Long's wife's cake, Master Chan can taste it." He placed the paper bag on the table, untied the rope and spread it out.

Mr. Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. He has put his heart into it. ”

"But I don't have anything to entertain here except for a thin cup of tea and a few candies."

He sighed with emotion: "You can't get used to the old man's meal, but I specially explained that the school canteen will open a small stove for you, and you can't eat without a bowl of rice when guests come, right?" ”

"That's not like that!"

He Dingxian could tell that Mr. Chen was an open-minded person, or rather, he had enjoyed everything and knew the outside world. It's just that, out of ideals, he is willing to live a simple life. will save on himself, but he will never ask others, and he is very polite.

Be strict with yourself and be lenient with others.

In fact, Mr. Chen is indeed not short of money, because his business in Nanyang is not bankrupt, but is only run by his son-in-law. His son-in-law is one of the top ten richest people in Nanyang, who not only inherited and created the Rubber Kingdom, but also the founder of Nanyang Huashang Bank, and is the current president of Nanyang Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

He continued to devote himself to education in Nanyang, founded the school like his father-in-law, and will be the first president of the National University of Singapore in the future.

Mr. Chen's open-mindedness and public morality are not based on simplicity, but on the contrary, they are rich in material resources, shrewd and capable, and noble character out of affection after seeing many hardships. Rich conscience, most of the time it is not described as class, but more specific individuals. Because classes have no conscience, but some people do have hearts.

(End of chapter)