Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

Wan Chai Pier.

The gang of dock workers who were helping Shi Zhijian carry the machine all stopped, standing in the same place, shirtless and bored, either eating cigarettes or playing guns, patiently waiting for new orders.

Inside the steward's office.

Solid wood tables and chairs, huge file racks.

A large-scale Western self-portrait hangs on the wall behind the desk.

Zeng Wenju on the portrait has two rat whiskers and is in high spirits. The following line of small characters reads: "I was promoted to Xu's Shipping Manager in 1965 for a souvenir!"

At this moment, Zeng Wenju sat proudly on his boss chair, and in front of him, Shi Zhijian sat on the sofa.

Zeng Wenju asked the female secretary to make him a cup of coffee. Although he was dressed in a traditional Chinese suit with a pocket watch, he was very keen on drinking coffee, smoking cigars, and playing crosses.

Zeng Wenju has always believed that he is very good, combining Chinese and foreign, and on the basis of maintaining his personal style, he can perfectly accommodate the ghost culture.

Until he met Shi Zhijian.

Shi Zhijian's demeanor made Zeng Wenju feel like a turtle.

Shi Zhijian never took the initiative to compare with Zeng Wenju.

But Zeng Wenju always likes to compare Shi Zhijian, to put it bluntly, he is looking for abuse.

At this moment, Zeng Wenju was drinking coffee, biting a cigar, leaning on the boss chair, and squinting at Shi Zhijian, looking aloof.

"Mr. Shi, I have inquired about it. Your machine is worth 400,000 yuan in total. According to the shipping rate of our shipping company, you will be charged 10% of the cost, which will total 40,000 yuan!"

Zeng Wenju snorted a cigar, thinking that when Shi Zhijian heard the price, he would take the initiative to move out of the backer of Xu Sanshao, but he was wrong.

Shi Zhijian kept calm, took out a box of Marlboro from his arms, bit one in his mouth, and lit it with his hands: "Forty thousand yuan, not much."

Zeng Wen was stunned for a moment, biting the big cigar, and said, "Not much? Then please pay!"

Shi Zhijian shook his head and blew a smoke ring at Zeng Wenju: "I give money, do you dare to accept it?"

Zeng Wenju was amused, "What do you mean by that? Why do I dare not accept it?"

"How much do you charge me? You are the master?" Shi Zhijian raised his legs and scratched the bridge of his nose with his cigarette in his hand.

"Of course I can call the shots!" Zeng Wenju said stubbornly, "I am the biggest here, and I will charge as much as I say!"

"Really?" Shi Zhijian pointed to the phone on Zeng Wenju's desk, "Why don't you make a phone call first?!"

Sure enough, the three young masters are going to be used to press me!

Zeng Wenju laughed inwardly, "Mr. Shi, don't use the Third Young Master to pressure me! What if I make a phone call? The manager of this shipping company is the eldest young master of the Xu family, not the third young master!"

"Also, do you know who I am? I'm the wife and brother-in-law of the eldest young master of the Xu family! So, I have the final say here!" Zeng Wenjun tapped his finger on the table, making a thumping sound, his aura was like a rainbow!

Shi Zhijian smiled and tapped the coffee table with his finger like Zeng Wenju, "When will I tell you to call San Shao?"

"If you don't call him, who will you call?"

"Of course it's the young master!"

Zeng Wenju was immediately taken aback, "Call the eldest young master?"

Before Zeng Wenju could understand why Shi Zhijian asked him to call Xu Shijian, Master Xu, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

Zeng Wenju was taken aback.

Shi Zhijian, as expected, pointed to the phone: "answer the phone first!"

Zeng Wenju picked up the phone bewildered, and Xu Shijian's voice came from the phone: "Shi Zhijian's shipping fee is free!"

"Eh?" Zeng Wenju was taken aback for a moment, then asked into the microphone, "Why?"

"Patta!" There was no answer, and he hung up.

Zeng Wenju blushed.

When the young master hung up the phone, it was still in front of Shi Zhijian.

"What did Mr. Xu say?" Shi Zhijian looked at him with a smile.

Zeng Wenju rubbed his chin fiercely, not knowing how to answer.

……

After Shi Zhijian left, Zeng Wenju couldn't sit still any longer, so he immediately called a car and rushed to the office of the eldest son, Xu Shijian.

Central, Tsui Shipping Building.

When Zeng Wenju arrived at the building, he first went to find Xu Shijian's private secretary, Charlie Wei.

The staff told him that Secretary Wei caught a cold in the rain last night and is resting at home now.

Zeng Wenju had a headache.

Charlie Wei has always had a good relationship with him, and they like to communicate with each other. Today, Zeng Wenju wanted to find out the news through him first, but he didn't expect this guy to be ill.

No matter how much!

Come on hard!

I am the eldest young wife and uncle, I am afraid of a bird!

In the office, Xu Shijian was sitting behind a huge desk, correcting documents.

Zeng Wenju didn't let the girl at the reception tell him, so he pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Shijian, what are you doing? Do you know that I couldn't come down to the stage just now in front of Shi Zhijian?" Zeng Wenju was very angry.

"As you know, Shi Zhijian is a friend of the Third Young Master. I am embarrassing him, just to help you!"

"Help me? How can you help me?" Xu Shijian put down his pen and looked up at his wife and brother-in-law Zeng Wenju coldly.

Zeng Wenju was still angry, "Everyone knows that the third young master is very ambitious. On the surface, he expresses affection, but he actually wants to get involved in Xu's shipping. This time he said he would help Shi Zhijian, but he was actually testing your attitude towards him! If you are too weak, He'll put his hand in there and meddle in the company's shipping business!"

"Also, that Shi Zhijian is obviously a member of the Third Young Master. He kissed me and me with the Gui Lao Qi group on the boat. Anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that he is buying the hearts of the Third Young Master!"

Xu Shijian slowly got up from the boss chair, walked to Zeng Wenju, who was blushing with a thick neck, with his hands behind his back, and looked at him coldly.

Zeng Wenju: "What are you looking at me for?"

Xu Shijian's tone was calm: "First of all, I want to make it clear to you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is my office, and no one can come in without my permission!"

Only then did Zeng Wenju feel the oppression of Xu Shijian's invisible momentum, and he understood that he was impulsive just now.

"Cough, this, I..."

"Secondly, I really don't like you calling me 'Shijian'! This is a company, not a home! Not in front of your niece!"

Zeng Wenju's eyelids twitched and he felt the invisible anger burst out from Xu Shijian.

"Finally, do you want to know why I helped Shi Zhijian?" Xu Shijian turned around and took a stack of photos from his desk, and threw his head to Zeng Wenju's face, "Just because of this!"

A stack of photos was thrown onto Zeng Wenju's face. Because it was too sharp, it scratched Zeng Wenju's left cheek, and a blood stain appeared.

Zeng Wenju was dumped inexplicably. Facing the aggressive Xu Shijian, he didn't care about the pain in his cheeks. He hurriedly pouted his **** and bent over to pick up the photos scattered on the ground. Then he was stunned. screen.

"If you steal food, I can open one eye and close one eye, but you wipe your mouth clean anyway!" Xu Shijian said slowly, "You let people grab the handle and take so many photos, but it means something. ?"

Xu Shijian's tone suddenly became sharp.

"Do you think I'm sitting too firmly and are making trouble for me? Or do you think I'm too boring and find me something to do?"

Under the pressure of Xu Shijian, Zeng Wenju was so frightened that he was sweating and speechless.

Xu Shijian looked at his wife and brother-in-law who were frightened, stretched out his right hand and patted Zeng Wenju's shoulder fiercely, leaned his face and whispered into his ear: "I don't care what you do! But if you want to offend me, don't say you are my brother-in-law. , even if it is the King of Heaven, there is no need to talk about it!"

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