Chapter 133 You didn’t spend a penny of that money!
Guan Yingjun grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand in his backhand and squeezed it gently. He lowered his eyes and did not respond, looking a little absent-minded.
Jian Ruochen's mouth is really too sweet.
The means of arousing people's hearts are indeed clever.
Guan Yingjun clasped his hands together and rubbed Jian Ruochen's hands in his palms.
The rough palm rubs against the palm, making people feel a little itchy.
Jian Ruochen's ears felt hot and he laughed when they were rubbed, "Why don't you say anything?"
"It's hard to say." Guan Yingjun let go of his hand and looked up at the tip of his ear which was red. "There are people coming and going in the office. Let's talk about it when we get home."
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and glanced.
Originally, everyone in Group A's office was busy, going in and out to review documents. There were not many people in the office and they didn't stay long, so no one paid attention to this side.
But perhaps it was because the time was almost up, and more and more people came to Group A. Fortunately, he and Guan Yingjun were facing the window with their backs to the office. Even if someone looked up, they could only see them standing together and could not see anything.
Jian Ruochen slowly pulled his hand out and moved to the side, "I'll go and do the written documents for Xiangjiang University's weight loss pills."
Guan Yingjun: "Go ahead."
summer vacation.
The campus of Hong Kong University was empty.
Naturally, there is no environment for the circulation of diet pills. If one wants to truly catch the organization selling benzodiazepine diet pills on the campus of Hong Kong University, one has to wait until school starts.
After Jian Ruochen finished preparing the materials, he read through the interrogation documents that Zhang Xingzong had reviewed, signed them, and put his fingerprints on them.
By the time the sun was setting, Group A had only completed half of their work, and the other groups were complaining all day long.
"How could this Oliver Keith have collected so many useless things? It makes it so difficult for us to compare the evidence!"
"That's right... there are more than a dozen watches with crocodile leather straps. Who knows which one the victim was wearing before he died?"
"Have Feng Ye and Di Qiuhe from Group A finished their work? I just passed by and saw that they were getting ready to go off work!"
"They have Jian Ruochen, so their visits are much smoother than ours. I heard that the people in the fishing village even gave Group A a thank-you gift. I'm so envious. The victim that our Group E is responsible for has moved his entire family to the New Territories. It's so far away..."
"Forget it, let's take our time." Chen Jincai sighed.
Jian Ruochen hastily gathered up the things on his desk and prepared to pick up his bag and leave.
Just as he picked it up, Guan Yingjun said, "Wait a minute, this afternoon, the residents of the fishing village sent some fish balls and fried fish skin over. Share them before you leave."
As he spoke, he pointed to a red plastic bag divided into nine portions next to the tea table.
Each bag also contains two white foam lunch boxes.
After opening them, one was full of big, round fish balls, and the other was fish skin sprinkled with dry ingredients and unknown yellow foam.
Zhang Xingzong: "What is this yellow powder? I have never eaten this kind of fish skin."
Jian Ruochen picked up the bag and smelled it, then picked up a piece of the rolled-up fried fish skin and put it into his mouth. It was surprisingly salty and sweet, with some ginger and pepper spiciness. The powder on top was salted egg yolk, and it was fragrant when he put it in his mouth.
"It's salted egg yolk fish roe powder." Bi Wanwan also tried one. "Some breeding female fish have this kind of fish roe in their stomachs after they are opened. After frying, it turns yellow."
"Hey, there's a piece of paper in my bag." Liu Sizheng took it out and unfolded it.
It was a wrinkled and yellowed A4 paper, with the following words written on it in pencil: [Thank you West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit for sending the children from the fishing village back home. Feng Ye has been buried on a small hill in the Wild Fishing Park. He used to go home on holidays and liked to study there. A dead body was found in the wild fishing park, so it is difficult to continue fishing. Many families who have not gone out to sea for fishing for many years have recently returned to the bay. These are some of the fish we caught recently. We specially selected the best and freshest parts as a thank-you gift to the serious crime team. I hope you don’t dislike it...】
The red plastic bag hung heavy in everyone's hand.
The handwriting on the A4 paper is not beautiful, the sentences have no rhetorical devices, and there are no paragraphs, so it is a bit difficult to read.
The words are crooked and tilted together, some are big, some are small, and they are crowded together, looking like they are shoulder to shoulder.
Jian Ruochen looked at the paper filled with thanks, feeling overwhelmed and a little helpless.
This was the first time he faced such simple and burning gratitude. All the people in the fishing village were just expressing pure gratitude and asking for nothing else.
In previous years, these female fish with eggs in their bellies were probably released into the fish ponds of the wild fishing park for breeding, so that customers would not be left without fish to catch during the peak season in the future.
Now that the wild fishing park can no longer operate, they kill the fish, make them into egg yolk and fish roe crumbs, sprinkle them on the fish skin, and give them to the people they want to thank the most.
Because this is probably the best thing they can offer.
"Ouch." Zhang Xingzong raised his elbow and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
I feel sad.
Jian Ruochen ate two more pieces of fish skin. They were fragrant and crispy, delicious and appetizing, and could be sold.
Not only can it be sold, but it can also be used as a specialty of Kowloon Bay. You can open a chain snack shop like Xiangjiang Pier together with the malt sugar uncle who fished out of Kowloon Walled City.
Specializing in collecting these old flavors that are buried among the people.
Jian Ruochen looked back while holding the red plastic bag, "We won't have dinner together today. You guys tell Guan Sir that I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Zhang Xingzong still felt sad and he couldn't muster any energy. He uttered "oh" softly and when he came to his senses again, there was no one in front of him.
Jian Ruochen urged the bodyguard driver to drive home at lightning speed. After dinner, he gestured and talked to Luo Binwen, who was still a little dazed, describing the snack shop that sold snacks in sections, "…We can market and package it, use the traditional Hong Kong flavor to make a name for ourselves, and by the way, cooperate with a big-brand biscuit factory to specialize in selling snacks that can be packaged and sold by weight."
"This way, even if people who want to try something new don't have much money, they can buy a small amount and just weigh as much as they want."
He spread out the red plastic bag and said, "Try this fish skin."
Luo Binwen picked up a piece and looked down at Jian Ruochen with a gentle expression, "It's really good and very flavorful. Do you want to help them?"
Jian Ruochen scratched his face. "The gross profit may not be high, but there won't be such a problem if we take two routes. One is to focus on being affordable and go for retail, with only egg yolk as topping and no fish roe. The other is to focus on high-end gifts, go for whole sale and high-end packaging, and sell to the middle class, with fish roe as topping. You won't feel shabby if you bring a bag to give to someone during festivals."
Overall…
"As long as we grow bigger and stronger, after deducting the costs of labor and store space, there will still be some profit." Jian Ruochen counted on his fingers, "In the future, we can open it to the mainland. Every fisherman knows how to fish, so we don't have to worry about the supply channels, and it can also create a lot of jobs."
Luo Binwen ate another piece and chuckled.
It really seems like that.
When Kristo was working on the convenience milk project, he also said:
[Everyone can ride a bicycle. How many milkman can be created by providing convenient milk? Once these people have money, they can spend it. In the future, they can take our subway, buy our newspapers, and watch movies produced by Conant. The money will move, they will live well, and we will have more profits. 】
Jian Ruochen clapped his hands and said, "It's a win-win situation! I think we can do it. Conant has cinemas all over the world. We can even serve a snack platter in the cinema, using fish skin, maltose, and popcorn or French fries."
Huge profits.
Luo Binwen quickly came to the conclusion.
This industrial chain was alive when it was conceived.
In the next 20 years, the entertainment industry, including film and television, will develop rapidly. When people go to the cinema to consume and taste delicious snacks, they will inevitably want to try them again.
Then they will either go to the cinema again or look for it outside the theater, and the cinema will advertise for the snack shop.
Cinema chains can also use snacks to leave other cinemas behind. Most of the time, the films released by all film studios are similar, and the audience often chooses which one to go to based on the tiny differences.
This difference must be made in terms of service.
"You...really don't want to study finance?" Luo Binwen flipped open his notebook and glanced at Jian Ruochen's schedule. "According to your plan, you can complete all the credits next year. Why not study for a double degree in finance?"
Jian Ruochen shuddered and waved his hands repeatedly, "No... No."
He really couldn't stand the densely packed numbers and words.
"I can only offer some ideas..."
These ideas are just the benefits of time travel and there is nothing innovative about them.
It's like standing on the shoulders of giants to reach higher.
Jian Ruochen hooked Luo Binwen's arm and said, "Uncle Luo, I have already asked a lawyer to make a will. If anything happens to me, all of Conant's property will be inherited by you. I can't do that. I only know how to spend money."
Luo Binwen: …
Where will the flowers be spent?
It took so long to get 10 billion, but it’s still 10 billion.
I made a lot of money.
They bought a piece of land in Kowloon for 3 billion and signed a contract with the mainland for 5.9 billion, so the total cost was 8.9 billion.
At most, after rounding off, it is only Conant's net profit for three months.
It has to be when the market conditions are bad.
Luo Binwen sighed, "You haven't spent a penny of your 10 billion."
Jian Ruochen: ...
Really?
So exaggerated?
"How can you make a will?" Luo Binwen sighed again, worried. "Go ahead. I'm not Connat, and you will have children in the future. Wouldn't it be good to give it to your children?"
Jian Ruochen slowly took his fingers off Luo Binwen's arm, put them on his knees, and sat upright, "You know, I like men."
Luo Binwen thought of Lu Qian and frowned, "Didn't you say that Oliver Keith gave you benzodiazepine? Were you sincere at the time?"
"No." Jian Ruochen glanced at Uncle Luo's expression and opened his mouth, but still felt that it would be a bit too exciting for Uncle Luo to say it now, so he said vaguely, "Anyway, there is no other way. If grandpa has any brothers or sisters with offspring, you can bring one back to raise."
Luo Binwen was helpless for a moment, not knowing what to say, "You are still young, your thoughts will change when you grow up. Let's not talk about this, let's talk about the snack shop at Xiangjiang Wharf. The old man who sells maltose cakes is doing a booming business now, so he may not be willing to sell the recipe."
"It's okay, you go and talk to him first. I always feel that the old man is not that kind of person." Jian Ruochen thought of the scene when he was chasing the murderer in Kowloon Walled City, and became absent-minded again.
Recently, after Lu Qian passed away, there seemed to be fewer drug dealers in Hong Kong, and there were no more large factories producing drugs in large quantities.
"Let's go to the fishing village together in the evening. They don't know you, so I'll take you to meet some people." Jian Ruochen finished eating the fish skin with a crunch, ate his dinner in a hurry, and went to the fishing village with Luo Binwen.
At the Repulse Bay Fishing Park, the pond is filled with clear sea water due to the high tide. The mud has been carefully cleared and some seaweed has been planted, making the water crystal clear.
Unfortunately, there were no fish in the pond, and no one was fishing at the spots nearby, so it was very quiet.
As soon as Jian Ruochen got out of the car, he met Du Luoxin's eyes. The man stepped back and said, "I just came back from the sea. It smells a bit fishy."
Luo Binwen glanced at him.
Jian Ruochen said, "It's okay. I see there are no fish in the pond. Where are the fish?"
"We released them back." Du Luoxin pursed his lips and said sadly, "After we found the bodies, we heard from people nearby that the fish here are not clean, so we simply didn't release them back. We sent them to the other side of the gate and released them back into the sea."
"Keep going." Jian Ruochen looked around and said, "I'll buy some more fish. I'll go to the fish market for the first batch. Let the TV station come and film the release of the fish. We'll also reinforce the area around the wild fishing area. Build some walls and fences to make it a real park. We'll charge some admission fees and make the scenery more pleasant."
Du Luoxin waved his hand and said, "That's too expensive."
"For our young master, this is not a help, but a business deal." Luo Binwen said.
Jian Ruochen introduced: "This is my housekeeper."
Du Luoxin: ...
Steward?
He knew that Jian Ruochen might have a good family background, but he didn't expect it to be this good.
"I tasted the fish skin you sent me." Jian Ruochen saw that his face was a little pale, and knew that he was a little uncomfortable, even cowardly and inferior, so he softened his tone.
Du Luoxin clenched his fingers.
Not tasty? Not clean?
Or do you dislike something else?
Did they go to unnecessary trouble and send it to the wrong person?
"Very good." Jian Ruochen said calmly.
Du Luoxin suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning, "Really?"
"Really." Jian Ruochen stated calmly, "You can use it as a signboard for the fishing village. I plan to open a fried fish skin shop in the wild fishing park. You can be the best at managing the storefront. Customers can buy tickets to enter the park and fish. They can go directly to the storefront and let you process the fish they catch. They can pay a processing fee and exchange it for fish balls and fried fish skin based on the weight and loss."
Du Luoxin's eyes widened in shock.
Do you mean to ask the fishermen to pay for fishing, then hand in the fish they catch, and then add money to exchange for fish skin and fish balls?
For these fishermen... isn't this free money?
Would those fishermen be willing to do that?
"There are other ways to sell fish skins. My butler will discuss these with you."
Jian Ruochen said, thinking about the TV series about getting rich in the countryside that he watched with the troops in the compound after dinner when he was a child, "Then we can paint on the south wall of the park: Seize opportunities, meet challenges, and create brilliance together!"
"The brush in the north: work hard to get rich, and work together to achieve a well-off life!"
Luo Binwen: …
Du Luoxin: ...
"It's better to do this in the village." Du Luoxin said tactfully.
Jian Ruochen: "Okay."
After Du Luoxin called the prestigious elders in the village, Jian Ruochen sat back in the car and waited for Luo Binwen to finish his talk. More than an hour later, Luo Binwen returned and took out several contracts that he had drafted before the departure, and went back to sign and seal them.
By the time everything was done, it was only a little after ten o'clock.
On the way back, Jian Ruochen went to see the old man selling maltose cakes in the new store. He was pulled aside by the enthusiastic old man to talk for a long time. When he returned home, he returned with a full bag of roasted nuts and even ate the new syrup walnut kernels.
Crisp and sweet.
After another four or five days of rest, the summer vacation is over and it is time for university to start.
Zhang Xingzong held Jian Ruochen's hand and howled, "Why do you still have to go to school? If you go to school, what will we do?"
Jian Ruochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I did the same thing before, and besides, it's not like I won't come again."
That being said, I am very busy at the beginning of the school year.
Jian Ruochen really had no time to go to the police station for a week, and even had no time to participate in the final step of the process of Oliver Keith being transferred to the court. He could only see Oliver Keith's dull and dejected face on TV.
Apart from being busy, life was also disturbingly quiet, until five girls from the Art Department stood together on the dormitory rooftop.
Jian Ruochen was eating at the fast food restaurant downstairs at the time.
The West Kowloon Regional Police Station received his call immediately.
"Sir Guan." Jian Ruochen said loudly, "Someone at Xiangjiang University is organizing a mass jump from a building! The dormitory building has about 7 floors. Bring the fire department!"
There is not much pressure in the Art Department of Hong Kong University, as most of the students there are second-generation rich.
Life is comfortable and cozy, why would you want to jump off a building?
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