Chapter 253 One fish and three meals

When Wang Deming set foot on Hong Kong soil again, he felt that nothing had changed.

The ship that sailed from Tianjin docked in Guangzhou. After getting off the ship, everyone took the train from Guangzhou to Kowloon and passed through the Luohu Port.

This time the checkpoint is more rigorous than the first time.

There are long barbed wire fences along the river at the Luohu port, but with a few holes left open. From time to time, you can see farmers from Luohu carrying hoes and rowing small boats to the Xiangjiang River across the river to farm.

The port's tax inspection now has a special two-story building. It is no longer just a square table with a tax sign on the roadside, like a roadside stall.

As usual, special tax comrades boarded the bus accompanied by PLA soldiers and opened the bags of the passengers one by one for inspection and verification. The inspection was more thorough than the last time they passed customs, and sometimes they would even reach into the bags to take a look.

As for the freight cars, the tax comrades directed the railway comrades to open them and check the waybills, but they did not require the owners to unpack the packaged goods.

Both Liu Yuchen and Ge Maozhai had extensive experience in passing customs, and they passed them smoothly without any trouble, though it just took a little longer than before.

At the Kowloon Railway Station, Wang Deming came out with four large canvas bags in his hands, and saw a group of people who looked like an illegal organization. They were wearing suits and ties in the hot weather, standing in two rows. The leader looked at his watch from time to time and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Wang Deming walked over and let go. "Bang!" Several heavy bags fell vertically, and the ground shook slightly. He raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Brother Huo, those who know you know that you are an entrepreneur, but those who don't know you think you are a gang leader."

He pointed behind him and said, "Look, these two rows of sturdy men, everyone is so scared that they have to take a detour."

Mr. Huo laughed loudly, gave Wang Deming a warm hug, patted his back a few times, and said in Cantonese: "Doing business requires style, style, and gimmicks. Otherwise, how can banks and rich people pay money obediently?"

"I understand, I understand. You should respect the clothes first and then the person."

"Haha, let's go, get in the car! Are you exhausted?" Mr. Huo patted Wang Deming's chest a few times after letting go. After feeling the amazing elasticity, he exclaimed: "You are still so strong!"

Seeing Wang Deming bending down to pick up the bag, Mr. Huo quickly instructed his younger brother, "Deming, ask them to help carry the luggage. Let's get in the car quickly. The air conditioner is on. I wonder why the weather is still so hot in October this year?"

"Come on, Brother Huo, you try to lift it." Wang Deming, who was bending over, turned his head to look at Mr. Huo with a sly smile on his face, "I don't think either you or them can lift it."

"How is that possible?" Mr. Huo said in disbelief. "Although I haven't worked on the boat in the past two years, I often play soccer. I'm still very strong! Don't underestimate me!"

Men are most afraid of others saying that they are not good enough, no matter what aspect.
However, Mr. Huo still made sufficient preparations. He took off his coat and threw it to the younger brother behind him, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and moved his wrists a few times. Because when Wang Deming threw the canvas bag before, he also noticed that the ground was shaking, so it must be very heavy.

But he also had a poor background and had been through many hardships. When he secretly transported supplies to the country, he carried hundreds of pounds of things on his shoulders and walked briskly.
This canvas bag can weigh more than 100 pounds. Who are you looking down on?

"Puh!" He spat habitually on his palms, rubbed his hands together, stretched his arms back twice to expand his chest, half squatted, took a deep breath, and pulled hard. It didn't move, so he tried another one.

He gritted his teeth, his face flushed red, and only managed to pull one of the canvas bags a foot above the ground.

"boom!"

"Hoohoo!"

Mr. Huo was sweating profusely, and his white shirt was visibly wet with sweat. He looked at Wang Deming standing next to him with wide eyes in disbelief, laughing unscrupulously and happily, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "How did you do it?"

“Here,” Wang Deming shrugged, walked over, and picked up two canvas bags in one hand. “Kuku” smiled, “Just like that, walk over, bend down, and pick them up.”

Seeing Mr. Huo's mouth open for a long time, he carried four large canvas bags, did a few shoulder opening and closing movements easily, and shrugged again, "The word gifted is to describe me." Mr. Huo finally came to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Wang Deming with a particularly hot gaze, "You are so brave that no one can match you!"

"Brother Deming, if you were in ancient times, you would definitely be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Overlord of Chu and Guan Wusheng! You would expand the territory and be invincible!"

"If you're involved in an illegal organization, you must be the boss, the double-flowered red stick!"

"Haha, times have changed. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can still be shot down with one shot." Wang Deming walked to the back of the Mercedes-Benz with a canvas bag in his hand. A subordinate had already opened the trunk. He easily put the canvas bags in one by one.

Suddenly, the rear tires of the Mercedes-Benz were pressed down an inch.

After getting in the car, Wang Deming continued to joke, "Seven steps away, the gun is fast, and within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate!"

"Haha!" Mr. Huo laughed heartily, "That's right!"

"De Ming, you sent a telegram saying that your visit to Hong Kong was mainly for the beverage factory. So what's in these big bags you brought?"

Wang Deming said nonchalantly: "The bag is full of yellow croakers and old coins, which I exchange for US dollars. The yellow croakers and watches are all mine, and as for the old coins, they were entrusted by someone else, and I take a 20% commission."

The reason why he was so frank was, on the one hand, that he believed in Mr. Huo's character; on the other hand, his deliberate actions just now made Mr. Huo and his younger brothers all excited, and they successfully obtained a lot of information.

"Well, why do we have to exchange for US dollars again?" Mr. Huo frowned after listening to Wang Deming's words.

Wang Deming’s first visit to Hong Kong was to exchange American notes, but his purpose was very clear, which was to hand him over to him to aid the Korean battlefield.

But what is the reason this time?

Seeing the puzzlement on Mr. Huo's face, Wang Deming explained: "I have never touched the shares, dividends, and bonuses of the Chinese medicine factory, beverage factory and other factories in the mainland. This year, the country officially implemented the public-private partnership policy, and I plan to hand them all over to the state without keeping a single cent."

"The country will be a public economy for a long time in the future. Instead of letting these things in my hands rust in the ground, I might as well sell them in Hong Kong and convert them into capital for reinvestment. Money making money is the way to get rich."

"As for the old currency?" Wang Deming sneered. "The mainland's capitalists are still the landlords. Even if I don't help them exchange US dollars, they will find ways to exchange for new currency and then hide it secretly."

"Do they know what capital is? They do know how to plunder."

Wang Deming paused, turned his head and looked at Mr. Huo, and expressed his thoughts: "Why not I take it to Hong Kong and give it to you, so that you can purchase daily necessities in China and sell them in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia. It can stimulate the economy and earn more US dollars. This will make much more money than exchanging old currency directly for US dollars with the Hong Kong Bank."

"Haha." Mr. Huo slapped his thigh with joy, "Boy, you are eating three kinds of food with one fish!"

More than just three times of eating, my ultimate goal is to eat everything
At Nanwan, Hong Kong, Wang Deming got off the car and looked at the house in front of him with some surprise.

The reason why I was surprised was that the houses were not luxury houses, but ordinary brick houses. Some of them had fishing nets hanging in front of them, and there were small fishing boats turned upside down on the beach.

Isn't the Repulse Bay area a luxury residential area? On the way here, he saw a road sign with the words Repulse Bay Road on it.

"Let's go, this is my family's ancestral home!" Mr. Huo patted Wang Deming's back enthusiastically, "You can stay at my house this time!"

(End of this chapter)