Chapter 254: Planning should be done early

Hearing the noise of the car, a little boy, about 8 or 9 years old, with a chubby face, wearing a white vest, gray shorts, and white shoes, ran out of the house and started chattering to Mr. Huo.

Fortunately, Wang Deming had already learned Cantonese, otherwise he wouldn't have understood a word.

Of course, even if you understand, you pretend not to understand.

I remember watching an interview with singer Wang Jie in my previous life. He said that many people in the Hong Kong entertainment industry speak Mandarin very well, and this is because their financial sponsors in Taiwan speak Mandarin.

It’s just that some people like to show off and show off their Hong Kong identity, and they have to talk nonsense in front of the mainland media.

A gentle lady followed him out of the house, first sized up Wang Deming, then asked Mr. Huo with a smile: "Yingdong, this is the Deming brother you always talk about, right? He is really handsome!"

"When the two of you stand together, you are outshined immediately."

Mr. Huo is indeed not tall, while Wang Deming is tall and strong. There is indeed a big contrast when they stand together, but no one dared to say it before.

Mr. Huo laughed out loud, "This proves that I have good taste!"

"Deming, this is your sister-in-law, and this is your nephew!"

Wang Deming, who had been prepared, took out a white jade Guanyin pendant and a jade Maitreya Buddha pendant from his pocket. The man wore Guanyin and the woman wore Buddha. They handed them to Mrs. Huo with both hands, "Sister-in-law, this is just a small gift, not a sign of respect."

"Haha, what a nice jade!" Mrs. Huo took it cheerfully, looked at it in the sunlight, turned her head and said to Mr. Huo jokingly, "Yingdong, I believe in your judgment now!"

"Haha! Let's go home together."

"Wait, I took the canvas bag from the trunk."

"Yingdong, can you help me?"

".You will know soon."

"Bang!" After Wang Deming entered the room, he threw the canvas bag to the corner as if he was throwing away garbage. Mrs. Huo clearly felt the ground shaking and looked at Mr. Huo in surprise.

Mr. Huo pointed and motioned Mrs. Huo to open it and take a look, then he pulled Wang Deming to sit down. The table was full of seafood, including foot-long lobsters, large yellow croakers, and palm-sized abalone. As for oysters and scallops, they were directly served in bowls.

"Ah! Ah!" Mrs. Huo opened a cloth bag and shouted, "So much money and gold bars?"

Mr. Huo was pouring wine. Wang Deming picked up a large lobster, broke off its head and shelled it. He dipped it in soy sauce and bit off a large piece. He said vaguely, "Haha, it's not much. At most, it's only a few hundred thousand dollars."

"Ding!" He clinked glasses with Mr. Huo, drank the sorghum wine in the glass, and said with regret: "It's a pity that the ruble doesn't recognize it, otherwise I would bring a few million gold rubles over."

Mr. Huo was experienced and did not compete with Wang Deming in drinking. He took a sip and smiled, "Deming, you should be content. Apart from the British devils, there are not many people in Hong Kong who can come up with so much money at once."

"With this much money, I can buy thousands of acres of land in Hong Kong and open a large factory; or I can buy a few ships for transportation."

"If it weren't for the US dollar bills you handed over to me before, and the support of the Chinese medicine retail business, I wouldn't have been so successful when I came back to do real estate last year."

Otherwise, how can we say that Mr. Huo is trustworthy? He is really particular about doing things. The first time Wang Deming exchanged more than 100,000 US dollars, he was originally intended to give it to him directly, just to buy more supplies to support the Korean War.

But Mr. Huo actually counted all the money as his investment, including the dozen or so Chinese medicine chain pharmacies that are now spread all over Hong Kong, all of which have Wang Deming's shares, and the annual dividends are hundreds of thousands of US dollars. Mrs. Huo has also seen big scenes, and after a brief surprise, she zipped up the bag again, sent her eldest son out to play by himself, and returned to the dinner table to drink with the two old men.

At first, she sneered at Mr. Huo, "It's Deming's first time to come to our house for dinner, and you're drinking like this? That's too unpleasant! Come on, Deming, sister-in-law will drink with you!"

After a few drinks, Mrs. Huo got up with her eyes blurred and staggered. She tried to cheer herself up and said only one sentence: "Yingdong, you are right."

After a while, a "bang" was heard in the bedroom.

Mr. Huo laughed twice and explained, "He fell asleep."

"De Ming, besides investing in a beverage factory in Hong Kong this time, do you have any other plans?"

The house is very quiet now, with only Mr. Huo and Wang Deming together, which is a perfect time to talk about some private matters.

Trust between people is accumulated little by little in things.
In the most difficult and desperate times, he said: Our comrades must see the achievements, see the light, and boost our courage in times of difficulty.

He said: "Success often belongs to those people and organizations that can persevere and fight the long game."

The same was true between Mr. Huo and Wang Deming, from the first time Wang Deming came from thousands of miles away to deliver money, just asking for more supplies to be delivered to the mainland; to Wang Deming's unwavering determination that we must win the Korean War.

Finally, it provides unique insights into the economies of Western countries and Hong Kong.

The fact that there are now more than a dozen chain Chinese medicine pharmacies in Hong Kong and a beverage factory that is about to open is proof of this.

Don't say that you can't make a lot of money in traditional Chinese medicine. Mr. Hu Wenhu, who invented the "Tiger" logo cooling oil, was the richest man in Southeast Asia for decades just by selling a small box of cooling oil. And Tong Ren Tang in Beijing, with only one head office in Dazhalan, could make hundreds of thousands or even millions of taels of silver a year.

"Brother Yingdong, I really admire your vision for real estate investment." Wang Deming picked up his handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands. He clinked glasses with Mr. Huo again and then slowly said, "While the British devils haven't put all their energy into real estate yet, this is the time for us to steal the chicken."

"You have to know that the four major British companies basically occupied all the good locations in Hong Kong Island, such as Central and Victoria Harbour."

Wang Deming pointed to the north, then tapped the table, and said meaningfully: "There are comprehensive considerations for keeping such a small piece of land instead of taking it back directly. This is a window."

He smiled and continued to talk about the situation. "Hong Kong can not only take over the industrial transfer from the West, but also rely on the mainland. It is conceivable that Hong Kong's economic development is just around the corner. In this era, transportation, trade, finance, and processing can make money in any field, and it can last at least 20 years."

"The only thing we are worried about is the continued exploitation of Hong Kong by the British and the exploitation and oppression of our compatriots by the fake foreign devils."

"That's right." Mr. Huo sighed, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, drank the wine in the glass, and said, "After our victory in the Korean War, the British have become more restrained in their attitude towards us, and we have become more confident."

"But their methods of dealing with us Chinese have also changed. They gradually cleared the Indians from the police force and replaced them with Chinese. They also promoted some Chinese to be managers on the Chinese side. There are always some people who are weak-willed."

"Haha, Brother Yingdong, we need to see the light and achievements in difficult times. We can do this."

"Is it possible?"

"Of course!"

(End of this chapter)