Chapter 368 You are Mr. Jiang's man

“Taiwanese Dong Ding Oolong?”

This was the first time Wang Deming had heard of this tea since he came to this era, and he immediately became curious.

There is no other reason. At this time, the economy between mainland China and Taiwan is not just stagnant. Chiang Kai-shek on the other side has been shouting slogans of returning to work.

"Haha, Mr. Wang, why don't you try it and see how it tastes different from the Tieguanyin from Fujian? Please!"

Zhang Junguang took the lead and led everyone to the chairman's office of Liyuan, and called a female secretary who was about 30 years old and still charming to come over and make tea.

Zhang Junguang sat in the main seat with a big horse and a golden sword. While the female secretary was making tea, he sighed, "This tea was specially given to me by Mr. Jiang."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

The female secretary bent over, her knee-length skirt outlining her hips like a fruit, and the perfume she sprayed on her body made Wang Deming unable to smell the tea fragrance at all.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Zhang Junguang opposite him, feeling curious: How could a man in his 50s still indulge in such extravagance?
"Come, have some tea first!" Zhang Junguang raised the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

The female secretary followed the southern Kung Fu tea process, scalding and washing the tea leaves first, then using powdered tea and drinking it one sip at a time while it was still hot.

Wang Deming sniffed it and found the aroma a bit too strong. After drinking it, his mouth was indeed full of fragrance, but that was all. Then he stretched out his hand to block the female secretary, indicating that there was no need to add more tea.

"Mr. Wang, you're not used to drinking?"

"Hmm, the aroma is too strong, I don't like it very much."

With Wang Deming's current wealth, he has long passed the stage of pretending to be nice to others. He took the initiative and told his female secretary: "Do you have Hangzhou Shifeng Longjing tea before the Qingming Festival? Go and make me a cup."

The female secretary looked at Zhang Junguang in embarrassment.

Zhang Junguang laughed, "Boss Wang said what I said, from now on he will be the real boss of Liyuan!"

The female secretary bowed slightly again and went to the side to change the tea.

He poured tea for himself and the others, then said proudly: "Back then I was a professor at Shanghai Police University, and the president and editor-in-chief of the Far East Monthly. Later, I was appreciated by Mr. Jiang and became the director of the Southwest Office of the All-China Chamber of Commerce and the branch manager of the Central Savings Association."

"After coming to Hong Kong, I have received a lot of help from Taiwan, which has enabled me to achieve what I have today."

"Oh, so, Boss Zhang's textile factory mainly sells its products to Taiwan?" Wang Deming took the freshly brewed Longjing tea from the female secretary, waved his hand to ask her to stay away from him, then lowered his head to smell the tea and took a sip.

"That's not the case. Both my Huali Trading and Taiwan's Yixin Textile mainly export to the United States." Zhang Junguang changed the subject and said, "I wonder if Mr. Wang has heard of the Hong Kong Chinese Manufacturers Association?"

"I am not talented, but I am a member of the Federation's executive council. If Mr. Wang joins, I promise that you will have the position of executive council member!"

"Corporate Federation?"

"That's right!"

What a coincidence?
It hadn't been long since I had teamed up with Mr. Huo to set up a building society, and now I was confronted by the Federation of Industry and Commerce?
I was prepared to fight on behalf of the lower-level workers against these top-level industrial and commercial capitalists, but I didn't expect to meet such a standing director.

It's a good time to give it a try.

Wang Deming shook his head and said calmly, "Excuse me, Boss Zhang, you are engaged in export trade and textiles to the United States, so you should know that the social movement that has emerged in the United States to protect the interests of grassroots workers is to protect the interests of capitalists."

"But unfortunately, I haven't seen any changes in Hong Kong. The lives of the lower-class Hong Kong people are very hard."

"Is it because they are not working hard enough? As far as I know, workers in a textile factory have to work at least 10-12 hours a day to get a salary of 150-200 Hong Kong dollars. This salary is really too little. I set up a mutual aid association in the construction industry with Mr. Huo some time ago. I wonder if you have heard of it?" "This..." When these words came out, both Zhang Junguang and Qiu Degen who were present were stunned.

As a big boss, how could you do such a thing? How could you fight for the interests of the poor people at the bottom? Aren't you betraying us, the rich group?
"Boss Zhang, Boss Qiu, we should look far ahead." Wang Deming knew from their expressions that they would not agree with his point of view. "Do we have to make trouble until the lower levels are dissatisfied and go on strike?"

"Is Mr. Wang from the Hong Kong Federation of Trade Unions or the Hong Kong and Kowloon Federation of Trade Unions?"

Wang Deming shrugged, "No, I just think that Hong Kong capitalists are not as good as Western capitalists."

"Haha, Mr. Wang is right, but let's talk about the transfer of Liyuan today." Zhang Junguang laughed and quickly brought the topic back to Liyuan Amusement Park. "Mr. Mike Feng, you said before that Mr. Wang agreed to my offer of 500 million Hong Kong dollars."

"Mr. Wang, then shall we ask a lawyer to come over and sign the contract today?"

Wang Deming smiled and did not bargain. "Of course, Mr. Mike Feng, please ask your accounting firm to conduct a financial due diligence on Liyuan."

"If Liyuan Amusement Park had no debt or guarantee issues before, I would have directly signed a check for HK$500 million."

"Boss Zhang, isn't this more reasonable?"

"Hey, of course, hey, of course!"

Mike Feng, who had been silent behind Wang Deming, raised his butt slightly and whispered, "Mr. Wang, financial due diligence will take at least two weeks."

Wang Deming looked at Zhang Junguang, "Is two weeks OK?"

"Ok, Ok."

"Then I wish us happy cooperation!"

After Wang Deming shook hands with Zhang Junguang, he smiled and invited Jiang Boying and Boss Qiu: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Qiu, shall we go to the film company?"

"Okay! I wish I could have asked for it!"

"Boss Zhang, are you coming with us?"

"I won't go there. I'm in Liyuan doing financial due diligence with Mr. Mike Feng."

"Haha, that's good. I hope I can give you the signed check soon."

"I hope so too. Mr. Wang, did you just mention the dinner with Mr. Cao and Mr. Chen?"

"Oh, look at me." Wang Deming raised his hand and looked at his watch. "I'll make an appointment with them today. We'll meet at the racecourse some other day."

"well!"

After Wang Deming and his group left, Zhang Junguang took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and complained to Mike Feng: "Mr. Mike Feng, you didn't tell me before that this host has socialist tendencies, right?"

"Mary, come and make the tea again!"

He took out two cigars from under the coffee table and threw them to Mike Feng. After lighting them, he continued to complain: "Does this master have too much money and nowhere to spend it?"

"You're actually setting up a mutual aid association for construction workers with Mr. Huo? Isn't this just using your own money to support those poor people? If you keep talking about this, I'm worried that he won't buy Liyuan!"

"By the way, do you know anything about the mutual aid society?"

(End of this chapter)