Hong Kong Island Old Events

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

"Thank you, Mr. He." The waiter found the change.

Shi Ping watched him accept the money, turned around and walked out of the restaurant door, and suddenly shouted: "Sir He."

"What's wrong?"

He Dingxian turned around and asked.

Shi Ping stood up and said: "The thing you want is out of stock, but I can try to ask for help."

"Thank you."

He Dingxian showed a smile.

Seeing him turning around and leaving without any hesitation, Shi Ping felt even more confident. In the evening, Shi Ping found Mai Jingtao and reported the list of He Dingxian's purchases to the boss behind the scenes. Finally, he said: "The price given by Sir He is very good."

McIntosh leaned 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 shipping price, and we can still discuss the specifics." Shi Ping speculated on He Dingxian's tone in the afternoon and said: "And the quantity of goods must not be small, and one batch of goods can earn at least hundreds of thousands. "

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

McIntosh sneered: "It's best to sell to Nanyang."

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

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

McIntosh sneered and said: "It's none of my business whether they live or die. According to information from the Political Department, He Dingxian took two days off, probably to go north, and most likely to discuss the arms business. If we don't sell now, we won't in the future. Opportunity sold.”

"Those people selling arms are already selling goods, but the channels are different from ours. If you ask them to get a batch of goods, why are you not making money in vain?"

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

McIntosh took a sip of wine and said, "Okay."

There have been so many things to worry about these days, and finally there is some good news. He has even emptied most of the power of the police force, so why does he care about the affairs of other colonies? The colonies reported to the governor, and the governor reported to the ancestral family. There was no relationship of subordination or dependence between the colonies.

Does the Governor of Nanyang pay him a salary?

Not sending?

He is not allowed to catch it himself!

"Raise the price as much as possible."

"Sir, I can sell you weapons and body armor."

The next day.

morning.

Shi Ping called the operations department and said bluntly: "However, the price needs to be 30% of the original price. I guarantee the quality of the goods and will give you a few more bulletproof vests."

"Sorry, Boss Shi."

He Dingxian smiled and said: "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 it was He Dingxian's bargaining skills as soon as he heard it, but considering that He Dingxian might really find a new way out, he pondered for a while and said: "The price is as you said before, 3,000 Hong Kong dollars for a light machine gun and 5,000 Hong Kong dollars for a heavy machine gun. Bullets cost two cents a shot.”

"Bulletproof vest."

He Dingxian asked.

Shi Ping said with a smile: "For every purchase of 200,000 Hong Kong dollars, you will get one piece for free. You can get it with any purchase. Isn't that interesting?"

"So good!" He Dingxian became interested and joked: "You are not using the junk on the battlefield to fool me, are you?"

"As long as there is any problem with the goods shipped from my place, all goods will be replaced," Shi Ping said. "Not only are the body armors brand-new goods currently in service, but the firearms are also inventory equipment that have never been used on the battlefield."

During World War II, there was indeed a large number of weapons in stock that were too late to be used on the battlefield. Later, they were all stored in the warehouses of the garrison in various places. The police warehouse only had the transferred light weapons, but the garrison warehouses had everything. Don't ask where the goods in Gui Lao's hands come from.

Asked about the waste collection.

"I'll think about it." He Dingxian was already very excited, because the prices of light and heavy machine guns and ammunition were already below expectations. If it is sent to Nanyang and cannot be used up, it can be profitably resold to Southeast Asia.

And if you buy enough 200,000 Hong Kong dollars, you will get a body armor vest as a gift. Although body armor has not been put on sale directly, the military has already shipped it.

Shi Pingze said: "Sir, there is no second source of goods in East Asia that is cheaper than ours. If there is, it will definitely not be sold in Nanyang. You should understand how difficult it is for inland goods to pass customs."

He began to threaten with outside moves.

He Dingxian laughed and said: "Haha, since Boss Shi said this, considering the fact that we have cooperated for many years, okay. Let's get 70 light machine guns first, 20 heavy machine guns, 100,000 rounds of bullets, and a few boxes of grenades. I can collect enough goods for 400,000 yuan."

"Can you do it?"

Shi Ping smiled and said, "No problem, Sir He."

"OK, the people from Yiqun Company will deliver the goods to you. Let's try to see if the first batch of goods works. If not, there will be no discussion." He Dingxian spoke arrogantly. Shi Pingze said: "Don't worry, Sir He."

"I'm all about long-term business, focusing on customer experience. In this way, I make the decision and personally give you a body armor, just for you."

He Dingxian felt like he was being cursed, but considering that a bulletproof vest was worth a lot, he still smiled and agreed: "Thank you very much."

"Snapped."

He hung up the phone and curled his lips: "Gui Lao is indeed as imagined, and his interests are far greater than the sky."

McIntosh knew that the arms were being sold to Southeast Asia and that every bullet would destroy the foundation of British rule in Southeast Asia, but he still chose to sell the arms. He is extremely short-sighted at the moment. But from McIntosh's point of view, there is indeed no loss in selling the arms. Could it be that a little firepower can defeat the Nanyang garrison? impossible! The police officers who beat the police on the street are paid. Not only do they not need to pay wages, they also do not need to pay pensions.

He didn't pull the trigger either.

Is it none of his business?

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

When Jiang Tiansheng and Boss Shi started to deliver the payment, a fishing boat slowly docked at the Xiamen pier. A young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, holding an umbrella, stood at the pier and asked: "Is this Mr. He?"

A Chaoyong Honggang and an Laofu Honggang, holding umbrellas and wearing black shirts, walked out of the cabin first.

He Dingxian, dressed in a suit, bent down and walked out of the cabin, hurriedly walked up the stone steps to the pier, and shook hands with everyone: "Hello, hello."

Seeing his enthusiasm and kindness, the young man felt a little uncomfortable and said shyly: "Hello, Mr. He."

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

He Dingxian took a boat directly from the Typhoon Shelter Pier to Fujian Province. Firstly, for the sake of political security, he avoided leaving entry and exit records. Secondly, it was very convenient to come by sea by boat. Of course, this requires Mr. Chen to say hello in advance, otherwise, the fishing boat will be driven away by customs early.

"You are welcome."

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

"Haha." The young man held up his umbrella and asked him to get in the car.

"Thank you."

He Dingxian got on a "Wanguo" truck. The truck drove all the way into Jimei Society, passed a "Jimei Society" sign, and drove into the university campus. Due to the patter and light rain, there were not many students on the campus road.

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

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

"Mr. He, please slow down."

The two large red sticks that were originally responsible for holding the umbrella were covered by the rain on their heads before the umbrella could be held up, which made the two of them quite surprised.

He Dingxian felt like he was returning to his hometown in fine clothes. He came under the eaves and faced an old gentleman, bent down and shook hands and said, "Master Chen, I have admired him for a long time."

Mr. Chen was over seventy years old. He wore a pair of glasses and a Chinese tunic suit. His figure was already a bit stooped, but he was still in good spirits. He stepped forward to shake hands with him and said, "Mr. He, please come in."

Although Mr. Chen has handed over the school he founded to state management, as the owner who funded the establishment of Jimei and Xiamen University, students and teachers in the school will still call him "school owner" respectfully.

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

He Dingxian sat down on the wooden chair in the living room and found that the main building of the school was really pitiful. Except for basic furniture, a calendar, and a bookcase, there was no extraneous thing. There was even a bowl of side dishes held in a basin. It was hard to imagine that the owner of the room was a wealthy businessman.

"Mr. Chen, I've taken the liberty to come here. In addition to the things I brought to the school, I also specially packed you a Yuen Long specialty." He Dingxian took a paper bag from Ma Zai's hand. The paper bag was slightly wet with water, but it was not Did not penetrate into the bag.

"This is Yuen Long's wife cake. Principal Chen can try it." He put the paper bag on the table, untied the rope and spread it out.

Mr. Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. He is careful."

"But apart from a cup of thin tea and a few candies, I don't have anything to entertain guests here."

He sighed: "You can't get used to the old man's meal, but I specifically told you that the school cafeteria will open a small stove for you. You can't be without a bowl of rice when guests come, right?"

"This is outrageous!"

He Dingxian could tell that Mr. Chen was an open-minded person, or that he had enjoyed everything and knew the colorful world outside. However, out of idealism, he is willing to live a simple life. He saves himself, but never asks 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 did not go bankrupt, but was just handed over to his son-in-law to run. His son-in-law is one of the top ten richest men in Nanyang. He not only inherited and founded the rubber kingdom, but is also the founder of Nanyang Chinese Merchant Bank and the current president of the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

He continued to devote himself to education and public welfare in Nanyang, founded a 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 derived from simplicity. On the contrary, they are a noble character born from his emotional wealth and ability after seeing many hardships. Rich conscience, most of the time, does not describe a class, but a more specific individual. Because class has no conscience, but some people do have heart.