The message was replied to in less than ten seconds.
"No! Let's cancel the order!"
"It can't be returned. It's probably almost at the Indian Ocean now. It'll arrive at port in another ten days to two weeks. Listen to me, getting a degree will still be useful."
Xing Baohua sent the message but didn't receive a reply.
Upon arriving at Haina Company, I called Zhao Shanhai and asked him to come to Hong Kong.
I had just hung up the phone when Master Zhou replied with a message: "I made some soup, do you want some?"
"Is it convenient for me to come to your house?" Xing Baohua replied.
"convenient."
"I'll be there later tonight." Xing Baohua was meeting a high-ranking general tonight, so he set the time for later.
Zhao Shanhai arrived close to evening.
"I'll have Xu Shuai take over for you at the factory for a while. Once he's in place, you should immediately head to Japan, first to check out the precision manufacturing plant, then gather manpower and head to the Far East."
"Buy a satellite phone in Japan, the kind used by the Maritime Safety Administration. They sell them. Keep the phone accessible 24/7." Xing Baohua began explaining the details of the Far East Plan to Zhao Shanhai.
The bribery business was left to the Japanese employees.
Zhao Shanhai tries to avoid showing his face and does his best to work behind the scenes. Even when he does show his face, he pretends to be a Japanese soldier.
Although it hasn't been privatized yet, joint ventures are allowed there.
As long as the money is right and connections are established, it's quite easy to get things done.
Xing Baohua will send a professional financial expert to guide the work, teaching him how to connect with banks, how to transfer funds, and so on.
If he encountered difficulties, or if the Japanese soldiers he brought caused problems, he would immediately ditch everyone and run back.
Of course, this guy also believed that Zhao Shanhai could do the job.
After giving his instructions, Zhao Shanhai had to rush back that very night. This time, he brought a small notebook with many bank accounts listed on it.
These are all accounts used for transferring funds obtained through mortgage loans. Many are used as stepping stones.
As for Zhao Shanhai, financial experts will provide him with financial support once he arrives there.
The funds would also be converted into local rubles from the European continent, and as long as he needed funds, whether it was for gifting people or buying land, they would be provided continuously.
After Zhao Shanhai left, Xing Baohua arrived at Master Zhou's house around 8 p.m.
Upon entering, one would see Sect Leader Zhou himself.
Where is Auntie?
“She went back to the old town to play cards. We even talked on the phone this afternoon. She said she wasn’t coming back and that she was going to stay there for a while!” Master Zhou said as he went to the kitchen to heat up the food.
"Sell those houses if you can!" Xing Baohua suggested.
“My mom is a bit sentimental; she’s reluctant to sell or rent it out. Sometimes she even goes back to stay there for a while.”
“Well, it’s fine to keep it. That area will be developed in the future, and they’ll allocate apartments there. If necessary, we can just pay a little more to upgrade to a bigger one,” Xing Baohua said. He didn’t even know which year Kowloon City was demolished.
As for how much housing area they will be allocated, that remains unknown.
Southerners like to drink soup, while northerners like to drink porridge.
Southerners have a wide variety of ways of making soup, whether it's simmering or stewing.
In the north, there are basically three kinds of food: rice porridge, millet porridge, and cornmeal porridge.
In Xing Baohua's hometown, the porridge is called "nianzhu," and in other places it's called "hutu." It's all porridge made primarily with cornmeal.
The soup that Master Zhou made for Xing Baohua was pork tripe and wolfberry soup.
Looking at the clay pot filled with red particles, Xing Baohua thought to himself, "How much did they put in? Almost half a jin! What if I get a nosebleed from drinking this?"
As Master Zhou watched Xing Baohua staring at the casserole, a blush crept onto his face. He lowered his head and silently served Xing Baohua soup.
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