As soon as An Moxue's car stopped in front of the International Hotel, a doorman came over and took the keys from her. An Moxue paid a tip, and the doorman drove the car away.
Upon entering the lobby, another waiter approached and led An Moxue and Rong Anli inside, politely and respectfully asking, "How may I help you, sir and madam?"
"Let's get a private room." An Moxue continued walking inside without stopping.
"Okay, please follow me."
Only after entering the private room, ordering the food, and closing the door did Rong Anli breathe a sigh of relief and ask curiously, "Boss, do we have to tip here? Don't they get paid? This is incredible, your casual tip is enough for my food expenses for a week."
"It's fine if you don't give it, but the waiters will spread the word. If you keep doing this, other customers will think you're stingy and lose your upper-class status. They might not want to associate with you next time. It could create obstacles when you need to do something in the future."
Rong Anli seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "It seems that every time we go to a place, we must first understand the rules of this place or this circle, otherwise we will encounter many obstacles."
"Well, when you can't make the rules, you have to figure them out and never break them. But when faced with absolute power, the rules don't matter."
"I understand. The strong make the rules, and the weak obey them. It's always been like this: survival of the fittest, and those who are not fit are eliminated!"
"Yes, that's it. How about it? Have you had your eyes opened yet?"
"This is too expensive, boss. You've gone to so much trouble. This one meal costs more than my annual salary. No wonder it's a capitalist country. Before the mission, Captain Xu told me to find some ways to make money. I only truly understood that after I got abroad. The little bit of funding they give us is just enough to make us have enough to eat. If we want to eat better, we have to find our own way."
"You don't look like someone who's struggling financially; your clothes are quite nice."
"Oh my boss, this is just for show, it's all for work. We can't compare to you, boss, there's nothing we can do! How did you make your fortune, boss?"
"I opened a shop with some classmates, and the profits were pretty good. But I don't manage the business; I only take a share of the profits."
"Boss, I have a business opportunity with you. Do you want to partner with me? I guarantee you'll make money."
"Oh! Tell me about it." An Moxue believed in casting a wide net and raising many fish, so she wouldn't let any of them go if they were suitable.
"For the past few months, I've been doing missions while also doing some buying and selling in my spare time. I've discovered that the profits are huge. And I think if I want to work on overseas lines long-term, it's best to have a job that offers flexible hours and good pay. In the end, I think doing some buying and selling is the best option. It's also to secure my identity and make it easier to carry out missions. What do you think, boss?"
"The idea is good, just like my current student status."
"Right! I think so too!" Perhaps because he had gained An Moxue's approval, he became very excited. "Boss, listen to me, this isn't just a whim. Here's what I'm thinking: I plan to stick with this line long-term, so I can use my status as a businessman to travel between different places more reasonably. I've also thought about the scope of my business. I'll start with clothing, electronics, and small appliances, and slowly explore them. I'm sure I'll make money."
An Moxue thought that his travels between several countries were equivalent to customs trade, and he was bound to make money. However—"The idea is good, and he will definitely make money. Do you have connections at the border?"
"Hey! It's no big deal. Find a middleman, have a meal with him, give him some benefits, and you can get things done. If you can't, it's because you didn't give enough benefits. Over time, after a few more interactions, you'll naturally build a relationship, and things will be easier in the future." He wasn't intimidated at all when he talked about this. He had been exposed to all kinds of officials since he was a child. All officials knew how to speak in official jargon, and their methods of dealing with people were all similar. Just bend the rules and treat people differently.
"Hmm - how much money are you planning to let me invest?" An Moxue looked at him and asked the most important question.
"Boss, to be honest, I didn't expect to meet you. This unexpected surprise came out of nowhere. I really haven't decided how big to do this. This is just a small prototype in my mind. The main problem is that I don't have any money." He was a little embarrassed as he said this. He had spent all the money he had earned recently and hadn't saved much.
Do you want to grow big or start small?
"Huh? I haven't thought about it! Mainly because I don't have the money, and I don't dare to think about it."
An Moxue tapped her finger lightly on the table and said, "Think about it now."
Just then, the waiter knocked on the door and came in. The two stopped talking and began to eat.
After the meal, Rong Anli tentatively asked, "Boss, what do you think about me registering an import and export trading company?"
An Moxue gave a half-smile, "Oh? Are you confident you can manage it well?"
He swallowed the words that were about to come out, thought for a while and said, "Boss, I don't know if I can do it well, but I can learn. I enrolled in a night school in Hong Kong and I'll go to study whenever I have time."
"What are you studying?"
"Both business studies and accounting studies are included."
“Okay, I’ll provide all the funds. Come back with me to get them in a bit. We’ve agreed that I’ll provide the funds, you’ll manage it, I’ll take 49% of the shares, and the rest is yours. When we get back, we’ll sign an agreement and clarify all the details.”
The surprise came so suddenly that he was dizzy. "Boss, am I dreaming?! That's a lot of money! Do you have any?"
What do you think?
"Yes! Yes! Yes! We definitely have to!" she exclaimed, standing up excitedly. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
“Let’s go.” An Moxue said, and stood up as well.
When the two arrived at An Moxue's place, a detached villa, Rong Anli was surprised again, "Boss, don't you live in the dormitory with your classmates?"
"How can we just come and go as we please? With so many eyes watching, how can we carry out our work?"
"Boss, you've got a totally high-class persona! Awesome!" Rong Anli muttered to himself as he walked inside, looking at the house. "When will I ever have a house like this?"
Once inside, An Moxue poured him a glass of cola, placed the bottle on the coffee table, and said, "Make yourself at home. I'll go prepare some things and come down in a bit. Feel free to look around."
Rong Anli sat on the sofa, looked at An Moxue and said, "Okay."
An Moxue went into the bedroom, took out three Browning pistols, sixty bullets, a contract, and a leather suitcase filled with twenty gold bars. He put the guns and bullets into the suitcase, took the contract, and went downstairs.
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