"Let's use the housing estate under construction in Ho Man Tin to pay off Sheng Xiang's debt at market price and get this done first. Do you think it's okay?" Gong Dingbang asked him.
Feng Xueming nodded: "Then I'll listen to you. You have a good relationship with Shengxiang's people, so you can handle it?"
"good."
Feng Xueming stood up: "Is there anything else? If not, I'm going to the clothing company."
"It's okay." said Gong Dingbang.
Feng Xueming pushed open the door of the conference room and was about to walk out.
Gong Dingbang watched him go out, picked up the lighter left by Feng Xueming, took a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, and took a deep puff.
This young master is a little immature after all, and is too anxious to seize power. He used to do things under the command of his boss, and everything seemed to be in order. But now that the boss is not here, he has to deal with such a situation alone, and he is full of loopholes.
He was so self-righteous. At this time, he actually had the mind to go to that clothing store? Did he really think that if he could manage a clothing store, he could manage a large enterprise like Tianhe? I wonder what he plans to do when faced with the news on Monday?
Feng Xueming now rides in his grandfather's Rolls-Royce, with a personal driver.
The car passed the tunnel and was about to reach the office. Feng Xueming asked the driver to stop and said, "I'll walk over."
He got off the car and walked on the busy street. The area around Heli Building was where Tianhe started.
During the war, my grandfather not only saved most of the Chen family's assets, but also because he was the first to resell the two Chen family factories, he received a lot of money when the Japanese wanted to set an example. With this money, the Japanese adopted a per capita distribution of food in Hong Kong during the Japanese occupation. At that time, the Japanese were fighting everywhere, and the food they provided to their own people was not enough, so where could they get so much food?
The Chen family had food supply channels, and he had a good relationship with the Japanese and presented them with a lot of tributes. At that time, he was one of the few people who could get food.
According to my grandfather, if it weren't for him, more people would have starved to death in Hong Kong at that time.
He made a lot of money by reselling the prices several times. Later, the Japanese were defeated and the port city returned to the British. He had money, and as the saying goes, money makes the world go round. Under the British rule, he thrived.
He was one of the few Chinese businessmen at that time who could participate in land development. Tianhe has been building this area from the mid-1950s to the present.
Feng Xueming looked at the old building and walked into the corridor. There were cracks on the wall, and the wall peeled off, revealing the steel bars. He used his fingernails to pick at the steel bars, and the rusted iron pieces fell off. Many room doors were open, and there were several fallen iron cages in one room. Each cage was the home of a cage dweller. This house of this quality was full of people.
It was obvious that the residents inside had never seen anyone dressed so well come here, and they all came out.
The man in front of me was in his forties or fifties, with gray hair. He was wearing only a pair of shorts. His upper body was bare, and his ribs were clearly visible.
They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Feng Xueming turned and went downstairs. He walked on the street, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and walked towards the Heli Building.
He took the elevator upstairs, and when the door opened, he saw Fan Qi waiting for the elevator.
Fan Qi came to return the dress. Last time she borrowed the dress from Ximei Western Clothing, she paid for the dry cleaning herself, but Zou Bijun told her that she had a special place for laundry and told her to just return it when she wore it next time.
So she didn't bother to do anything else and came over to return the clothes. Just as she was about to leave, she happened to meet Feng Xueming.
"Feng Xueming, I have something to tell you."
Feng Xueming watched her live broadcast yesterday. She always manages to make their clothes look better than expected.
The two hosts of the award ceremony yesterday made things difficult for her, but ended up letting her steal the limelight, and his clothes also got some publicity.
"What's up?"
"I would like to recommend Mo Qianqian to you for shooting next spring and summer. You are familiar with her, right? It was her you brought to the last Tianyao cocktail party." Fan Qi said to him.
Feng Xueming certainly remembered Mo Qianqian, but he didn't remember much. He wanted to get involved with Mo Qianqian, but couldn't let go, especially in bed. She was not like those women, and even gave him the feeling of Xu Miaoer. It was really unfair to her pretty face. After one or two times, he was bored.
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