Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 564 Red oil smuggling

"Hi, Master Zhuang!"

Huo Qingsong was wearing a white sweatshirt with a sweater shirt tied around his neck. The shirt was lightly draped over his shoulders, and the two cuffs were tied in a knot on his chest.

His outfit is very youthful and energetic, coupled with his curly hair and airplane head, his style and temperament are very obvious.

At this time, Huo Qingsong walked out of the kitchen under the introduction of Chen Xijiu, bowed respectfully and said hello to the "big brother", holding a shovel and a brush in his hand.

His expression and movements were cautious, obviously it was the first time he met the boss, and he was a little scared.

"Okay, okay! Let's stay for dinner together!" Zhuang Shikai repeatedly replied, after eating the apples, he lowered his head and took out a box of cigars from the cabinet, lit the cigars, and said very politely to "Chen Xijiu".

He behaved very kindly, not like a Hong Kong island boss, but like the elders of the neighbors next door.

There's no way, I've known Brother Xijiu for more than ten years, so I still have to give some face.

What's more, Chen Xijiu made it clear that he brought Huo Qingsong here on a special trip to "recognize someone", that is, to introduce a relationship, and maybe he will be able to help with anything, but we will wait and see if we can help.

And he sat on the sofa and raised his head, looked at this young and immature face, and immediately knew: "Dear nephew! This is definitely my dear nephew!"

Huo Qingsong is like the "Small Nine" when he was young. Not only does he look alike, but he even likes sports and brushes abalone.

It was poured out of a mold!

It was precisely because the two were so similar that Zhuang Shikai could guess how much Chen Xijiu valued Huo Qingsong, so he gave Huo Qingsong a chance first.

"Thank you, Master Zhuang."

Huo Qingsong showed joy, and quickly bowed down to thank him.

Lord Zhuang asked to keep him!

He is considered qualified to sit on the table, get acquainted with Master Zhuang, and come into the sight of Master Zhuang.

Otherwise, when Master Zhuang and Xi Jiu sat down to eat and drink together, he would have to stand by and serve tea and water as a "servant"!

No matter where you TM came from! What does it look like!

After all, Master Zhuang has to save face!

"Master Zhuang! Then I'll go in and watch the fire!" Chen Xijiu caught the conversation in a timely manner and spoke contentedly.

Zhuang Shikai nodded: "Yes! Cooking abalone is still your specialty!"

"Hey hey..."

Chen Xijiu gave the nephew beside him a look, and the two obediently returned to the back kitchen, continuing to concentrate on cooking abalone.

"well!"

"This little nine!"

Zhuang Shikai sat on the sofa, exhaled a puff of white mist lightly, shook his head with a slightly emotional expression.

Amei sat beside her and gently stretched out two fingers to gently massage her husband's temples. The movements were light and delicate, giving people a very relaxing feeling.

With a cigar in his hand, Zhuang Shikai leaned against the back of the sofa and slowly closed his eyes...

He fell into a state of enjoyment, and began to enjoy the warmth of returning home after get off work, and the comfort of being a boss.

Having a wife to help him massage, and a former detective to help him cook abalone, when you think about it, it's not bad.

Hehe, Chen Xijiu used to cook abalone for Brother Luo's house, but now he cooks for Mr. Zhuang. I can only say that it's a good craft. Times will change, but the people who cook abalone will not.

The most important thing is that the abalone should be cooked deliciously! Otherwise, no one would eat the abalone he cooked!

But, tsk tsk, brother Xijiu's cooking skills are really good, Zhuang sir is full of praise after eating it.

Of course, brother Xijiu didn't burn incense temporarily and beg for help by cooking abalone. He would come to Master Zhuang to get a meal every one or two months when he was free.

Sometimes he came by himself, and sometimes Sir Zhuang asked him to come. Both of them are brothers with equal status and there are not so many rules.

Xijiu is not like before to curry favor with Luo Ge and act like a dog for Luo Ge, trembling and doing things in a well-behaved manner.

As for today... Chen Xijiu really came to him for something, so he was more polite and played the emotional card with "Abalone".

Zhuang Shikai is the least interested in burning incense temporarily, he still pays more attention to feelings...

It just so happens that Xijiu and Xijiu have a brotherly relationship, so let's help as much as possible!

A Mei helped her husband hold his head, and didn't say a word during the whole process, letting her husband have a good rest, let alone interfering in men's affairs.

half an hour later.

On the table.

"Master Zhuang!"

"You love fresh abalone!"

Chen Xijiu walked out of the kitchen with a casserole in his hand, and shouted loudly.

It can be seen that he really loves cooking.

I saw him put the casserole in the center of the dining table, and opened the hot casserole, revealing the size of six fists inside, dripping with sauce, and a first-class large abalone with beautiful cuts.

This big abalone can be said to be complete in color, aroma, taste and taste.

Zhuang Shikai picked up a grain with chopsticks, put it into a bowl, and said with a smile, "Sit down! Don't be busy all the time!"

"Xijiu! Qingsong! Sit by yourself!"

Master Zhuang took a bite of the abalone with his mouth, his mouth was full of fresh juice, showing a satisfied expression, and pointed to the seat next to him with his chopsticks.

At this time, the dining table was filled with some home-cooked dishes, among which seafood and green vegetables were the main ones, with stewed meat and side dishes, which was enough for a family to have a normal meal.

These dishes were all prepared by Chen Xijiu and Huo Qingsong's uncles and nephews. There were at most some servants in the kitchen to help, which could not conceal their craftsmanship.

With the last finale comes the stage!

Chen Xijiu wiped his palms and replied with a smile, "Okay."

"Thank you, Master Zhuang."

He glanced at Huo Qingsong, and the two of them sat on the empty seats below, one on the left and the other on the right.

There were five people sitting at the dining table.

Zhuang Shikai's family of three plus two, barely counts as a family feast.

During the dinner.

Zhuang Shikai asked his servant to open a bottle of red wine, poured it for the three of them, and had a drink or two to enliven the atmosphere.

However, everyone did not chat about other "business" at the dinner table. They ate when they should eat, and drank when they should drink. The atmosphere has always been very cheerful and there were no embarrassing scenes.

Huo Qingsong also relaxed, feeling that Lord Zhuang was not so "violent"... Although he still had a string in his heart, always reminding himself not to do or say wrong things, his expression finally became more natural, and occasionally Will smile happily.

You know, Chen Xijiu knew that Sir Zhuang didn't like to talk about things at "family banquets", so he had already told Huo Qingsong not to open his mouth, and naturally he would drink with Sir Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang still doesn't understand why you are here?

Just leave you to eat!

There is plenty of time to talk after dinner!

And Huo Qingsong would feel "kind" to Master Zhuang, and Master Zhuang would take care of his old friends more... Think about it carefully, Chen Xijiu only has one daughter, and there will be no more boys in the future.

Although girls receive modern higher education and can do everything a man can do, but Chen Xijiu has not received higher education! He secretly has an appeal for "bloodline"!

This kind of appeal does not affect his love for his daughter, but it will affect his special care of his "nephew", a nephew who is very similar to himself.

I don't know whether "Small Nine" played football too much when he was young, or he played too much when he was in prison. Anyway, after he was released from prison, he was so violent that he couldn't give birth to children, so there was nothing he could do!

These are all Xijiu's own words!

Zhuang sir can only take care of his brother's emotions!

After dinner.

Zhuang Shikai sat on the sofa, took out cigars, and distributed them one by one, saying, "Xijiu! What does Qingsong do in Hong Kong Island?"

Huo Qingsong took the cigar humbly and sat beside him silently.

Chen Xijiu also took the cigar, grabbed his hand and said, "Do some diesel business."

In fact, Chen Xijiu is fully capable of supporting the family around him, but after all, his nephew and son are on the same floor, and the "fourth" treats him so well, so no matter what he thinks of the fourth must be considered, naturally he cannot be inherited by the family.

And Huo Qingsong came to Hong Kong Island from the Mainland specifically, he must have wanted to earn more money, build a luxury house and drive a luxury car at home, and one day bring his brothers and sisters to Hong Kong Island to live a good life, and become a big brother like "Small Nine Uncles" Regal! Big shot!

During this period, Huo Qingsong will naturally rely on all available relationships, such as the relationship with "Xi Jiushu", such as now...

In fact, there is no real self-made myth in the world!

In other words, starting from scratch is not just raising prices on your own! Instead, you must know how to use all resources, contacts, and relationships so that you are no longer empty-handed!

"Pa-ta." Zhuang Shikai lowered his head and lit his cigar, and took a deep breath: "Diesel business?"

"This is big business!"

"call……"

At the same time, both Huo Qingsong and Chen Xijiu lit their cigars and tasted the good stuff given by Master Zhuang.

Chen Xijiu said with a chuckle, "Young people make small noises, so they can't get on the stage."

"To put it bluntly! He?"

"It's another bastard who's making a fool of himself!"

Chen Xijiu gently pushed Huo Qingsong, Huo Qingsong quickly stood up, bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Master Zhuang!"

At this moment, Zhuang Shikai was holding the cigar back and forth in his hand, and raised his head to look at Huo Qingsong, his eyes revealing thoughtfulness.

First, he didn't expect that Huo Qingsong would start the "diesel business" by himself without waiting for help from others. He seems to be a very capable person.

Second, there are only a few types of diesel business in Hong Kong Island, and there is only one kind of diesel business that the Chinese can do. It is self-evident what kind of diesel business Huo Qingsong is doing. It is basically "smuggling diesel" !

This smuggling of diesel oil is different from ordinary smuggling. If the way is right, Huo Qingsong will definitely have a good time for a few years!

to him! For the development of the motherland, it is a "good thing" to a certain extent!

Do you want to help?

Zhuang Shikai turned sideways in a suit and leather shoes, put his arms on the back of the sofa chair, raised his legs, stared at Huo Qingsong and said, "Tell me! How did you start the diesel business!"

"Huh..." He exhaled, his expression unpredictable.

Huo Qingsong's heart trembled, and he felt a slight change in "Master Zhuang"'s demeanor, and a strong power overwhelmed his heart.

Lord Zhuang's control over the details of his demeanor has already reached the realm of mythology.

There was no need to intentionally scare the younger boy, it was a very casual attitude, but it surprised the younger boy.

Huo Qingsong took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, and said aloud: "Since the 1970s, in order to support the development of Hong Kong Island's shipping, the British side has issued a special 'diesel' support plan, and the British side exported to Hong Kong Island. Diesel is tax-free, and the British diesel company sells diesel to low-cost cruise ships and shipping on Hong Kong Island..."

"The Hong Kong Island government will give billions of dollars to the diesel company every year as subsidies!"

"And this batch of low-price supported diesel is dyed a special red color to distinguish it, in case the diesel is smuggled or sold through other channels."

"So this kind of diesel is called 'red oil!'"