Chapter 258 I Have Another Friend

Both Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao are people who speak with conviction.

But after all, it was a formal business cooperation, so Mr. Bao called a lawyer and quickly drafted a cooperation agreement. After no objection was raised, both parties formally signed it, and Mr. Bao officially accepted the large-denomination certificate of deposit.

After receiving a call from the financial manager of Global Shipping to confirm that the money had officially arrived, Mr. Bao smiled and said, "Mr. Deming, I have a fellow Ningbo native named Cao, also known as Guangbiao. He just opened a woolen mill this year."

"If you want to continue investing, why don't we meet and have a chat."

"Oh, what kind of person is Mr. Cao?"

"Haha, Mr. Huo must be clear about this. Guangbiao is just like me. Although he moved to Hong Kong before the liberation, he has always been a person who loves his motherland."

Mr. Huo nodded slightly and introduced to Wang Deming: "Yes, I transported materials to China a few years ago, but thanks to Brother Guangbiao, he helped me actively run around and prepare materials."

"Deming, if you hadn't told me that you wanted to meet Mr. Bao to discuss cooperation first, I would have been the first to introduce him to you."

"Then why not wait for a better day?"

"it is good"

Although capitalists always make money as their first priority, when Wang Deming first met Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo bluntly said that he also made money by transporting supplies to the north. However, as long as you have the motherland in your heart and have a patriotic spirit, you are the national bourgeoisie and are worthy of united front work.

I wonder if Wang Deming is born with a bad relationship with money? Or is money too valuable in this era?

After a lot of investment, only less than 700 million US dollars were spent. In addition to Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao, there were also: Cao Guangbiao's Taiping Woolen Mill, Chen Tinghua's Nanfeng Cotton Mill, Zhuang Shiping's Nanyang Commercial Bank, and Dong Haoyun's Orient Overseas.
As for the beverage factory, it only cost a few hundred thousand dollars, because Mr. Huo, Mr. Bao and others also invested.
As a last resort, the rest of the money had to roll around in the Hong Kong Stock Exchange first. At that time, the Hong Kong stock index was only over 170 points. With such a large amount of money rushing in, the stocks of Jardine Matheson, Swire, Wheelock, Hutchison and other foreign companies suddenly rose slightly, and the index suddenly rushed to 200 points.

This made Hong Kong's financial consumers extremely excited, and they rushed into the Hong Kong Stock Exchange waving their money.

Then, Comrade Wang Deming reaped the benefits. After earning hundreds of thousands of dollars with tears in his eyes, he redeposited them into HSBC and Citibank, and naturally all the money was transferred to Wang Deming's account.

Carrying the checkbooks provided by the two banks, Wang Deming boarded the train back north with a hint of regret.

Now he understood better the words in "Journey to the West": Heaven and earth are not perfect and are beyond human control.

If he had obtained these secrets during the Korean War, and had taken out the money when he first came to Hong Kong to deliver gold, would he have been able to provide more support to the volunteer soldiers on the front line?

It's a pity that there is no if
He could only comfort himself that there were actually no sufficient purchasing and transportation channels.

The blockade imposed by Britain and the United States on New China during the Korean War was comprehensive, stating that "nothing that a soldier could use was allowed to be shipped to China."

Mr. Huo's shipyard only has a few small boats. How much can he deliver to the country? You can tell from how much money he makes.
"Woo!"

"Spray!"

The locomotive started slowly with a lot of steam coming out. Wang Deming rolled down the window and waved goodbye to Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao. Although he had only been in contact with Mr. Bao for a few days, he was deeply impressed by his tolerance and smooth handling of affairs.

No wonder during the "Wharf War" battle, Jardine Matheson had to wait until he was not in Hong Kong before launching a counterattack. But as soon as he returned to Hong Kong, he raised 20 billion in cash in the blink of an eye and finalized the deal. That was 80 years ago.

"De Ming, who are these two gentlemen?" Ge Maozhai was filled with curiosity and finally found an opportunity to ask the question in his heart.

People in the antique circles in Beijing all praised the three brothers of the Ge family for their ability to make Baofu Ge better and better and for making it bigger and bigger.

But he had been to Hong Kong many times and thought that he still had a mediocre relationship with the local banks in Hong Kong. Whether it was Hang Seng Bank, Chow Tai Fook, or Eternal Life Bank, they were all limited to business.
But how did Wang Deming do it? When he arrived, his friends drove to pick him up as soon as he got off the car, and when he left, they came to see him off in person.

He observed carefully and found that the cars these two people were driving were both good cars.

"Oh, these two comrades are not ordinary people!" Wang Deming winked slyly, as if joking: "One is the world's shipping king, and the other is a real estate tycoon."

"World Shipping King? When did Hong Kong produce such a person? He doesn't seem to be Tung Chao Yung, right?" Liu Yuchen also noticed it and asked in confusion: "Even if it is Tung Chao Yung, he can't be called the Shipping King, right?"

"Haha, they are just ordinary small businessmen." Wang Deming laughed, "Seeing that everyone is so serious and looks like they are facing a great enemy, I'll just make a joke to relax everyone."

"Oh haha."

Ge Maozhai rolled his eyes and did not continue to ask. There were many people in the carriage and it was noisy. When he returned to the capital, he planned to go to the door in person and find out the truth.

The carriage soon returned to silence. Wang Deming secretly observed the crowd with the corner of his eyes. The people led by Liu Yuchen were either carrying the U.S. dollars they had just exchanged in Hong Kong in the pockets of their trousers or in the pockets of their chicken coops.

The experienced and the inexperienced can be distinguished at a glance. Although Liu Yuchen, Ge Maozhai and other old hands didn't talk much and closed their eyes to rest, their faces were calm, as if it was just an ordinary cargo export.

Lou Bancheng's son Lou Xiaofeng and Le Huashi from the fourth branch of the Le family also pretended to be calm, but they made small movements from time to time and touched the places where the money was hidden, showing that they were still nervous inside.

The corners of Wang Deming's mouth curled up slightly, and he retracted his gaze to look at the scenery outside the window.

Not long after the train left Kowloon Railway Station, the shadows of high-rise buildings disappeared, and were replaced by various dilapidated small bungalows, some made of adobe and some made of wood, densely packed together. You could also see many children of all ages, some delivering newspapers, or working behind adults.

The train continued to move forward, gradually moving away from human habitation. After passing a large area of ​​farmland, the driver blew the whistle and began to slowly slow down. The train arrived at Luohu Port.

Two comrades from the tax bureau, wearing blue Zhongshan suits and armbands on their arms, accompanied by patrol soldiers with rifles on their shoulders, began to wait for the car to be inspected.

"Comrades, please cooperate and open the packages you are carrying. Thank you for your cooperation."

The carriage was buzzing with noise as passengers took down their luggage from the luggage rack on top of the carriage, unwrapped their packages, and waited for inspection.

At this time, Wang Deming suddenly stood up, raised his right hand, and shouted in a serious tone: "Comrade Taxation, I have something important to report!"

Liu Yuchen and the others turned pale for a moment.
(End of this chapter)