HK Composite: Starting from Shenghe Leading

Chapter 525: Despicable Nation

"How many?"

"At least two sets of US dollars."

In the professional terminology of flour making, high-purity flour is called US dollars, and slightly lower-purity flour is called Hong Kong paper. Even the shape of each batch of flour resembles a banknote. This is done so that it is convenient to put it in the pocket of jeans and ship it out.

"Medium is what you call it, we all call it Si Zai, kid."

"Two sets of US dollars, the market price is definitely more than two million. If they are sent to foreign markets, the price will only be higher."

"What do you want so much silver paper for?"

Dongsheng added a sentence with a rather meaningful tone.

Ali, however, didn't care at all and continued to sit there eating and drinking.

The reason why he could continue to work undercover under such circumstances was because he saw the huge benefits involved.

Not only can they use their power to falsely report funding, but they can also use undercover agreements to avoid all illegal responsibilities.

For example, Ali could use the public funds allocated by the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force to openly visit prostitutes and prostitutes without being punished.

Even if he blatantly loses fans, the money he earns is legal.

This is the benefit of being undercover.

Of course, there are more disadvantages.

Sometimes the situation depends entirely on personal thinking.

"Boss, are you mistaken? It's not that I need so much money now, but you and your boss need me to get promoted!"

"If I don't use this method and slowly gain Lin Kun's trust, do you still have a chance to get promoted?"

"If you don't trust me, then you can find someone else to do this. I won't say a word."

Ali looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He was so sure of his own importance that the other party would definitely not dare to make a substitution.

He knew very well what was going on in the minds of these superiors.

As long as I can get promoted, the rest doesn't matter at all.

Since everyone is using their power to make money, why shouldn't he do the same?

"I trust you. Just call me when you need me."

"Whether it's two sets or several sets of US dollars, I guarantee to help you."

With the incorporation of the Ni family into Hutchison, a small-scale earthquake once again occurred in the underworld of Hong Kong Island. For ordinary citizens, this is undoubtedly a good thing, because in any area controlled by Hutchison, safety and security are absolutely guaranteed.

But for those underworld forces, it is a bit uncomfortable.

After all, as Hutchison grows bigger and bigger, it is squeezing their living space.

Of course, no matter how much they complain, they certainly don’t have the power to change the status quo and can only choose to accept it.

If we were to say the only happy club, it would probably be Xinji.

Since the Ni family joining Hutchison means that they will no longer lose fans, Sun Kee’s business may be able to reach a higher level.

As the fighting in Hong Kong's underworld gradually subsided, the island's entertainment industry truly reached the peak of its so-called golden age.

The box office records are constantly being refreshed every year, and even a crappy movie that only takes one week to shoot is still popular.

The seemingly thriving Hong Kong Island is in stark contrast to the island economy that is on the verge of collapse.

Island country, Tokyo, Ginza.

While Lin Zehao was waiting for the opportunity, he was also actively creating opportunities.

The financial team, consisting of a total of thirty people, has officially begun their retreat, monitoring the financial market's movements at any time and waiting for Lin Zehao's orders.

As a hands-off boss, he accompanied Sophie Marceau and her friends Christiana Yeri and Monica Bellucci shopping.

Of course, after spending a few days together, these two beauties, each with their own unique characteristics, also fell under Lin Zehao's strong personal charm and became his women.

Sophie Marceau, Christiana Yeri and Monica Bellucci can now be called sisters.

"Honey, I want to buy this dress."

Monica held up a set of limited edition Givenchy couture clothing and asked Lin Zehao softly.

"Didn't I give each of you an unlimited supplementary card?"

"Just buy whatever you like."

Looking at Monica's curvy figure, even Lin Zehao, who was rolling in the beauty pool, couldn't help but be attracted by her.

There is no way, the lethality of this pear-shaped figure is too strong. Even if several people sleep together every night, the temptation remains.

"Thank you, darling. I love you the most."

Monica did not hesitate to give Lin Zehao a passionate kiss, as if she was declaring her sovereignty.

It seems that the three of them get along very harmoniously, but in fact, they are inevitably fighting openly and secretly.

It is said that three women make a drama, and this is even more true when three beauties, each with their own unique qualities, are together.

As a model who has not achieved much in the fashion industry, she is very satisfied with her current life.

As long as Lin Zehao is there, she will never have any worries in her life. The fate of her and her family has all changed because of this.

She can now immerse herself in and fully enjoy the heavenly life that was once unattainable.

Therefore, Monica Bellucci has made up her mind to stay with Lin Zehao and try not to be eliminated.

There is no way. There are too many women around men like Lin Zehao. Beauty alone is not competitive at all. Other advantages must be possessed.

Seeing this scene, Sophie Marceau and Christiana immediately ran over and acted coquettishly towards Lin Zehao.

Even though the three of them are sisters, they will never let Monica take the lead.

Three top beauties scrambled to surround Lin Zehao, which made all the passers-by cast their eyes over to him. The women's faces showed yearning, while the men's faces showed disdain and jealousy.

"What's so great about that? Isn't it just that he's a little more handsome?"

"When it comes to money, who can compare with us islanders?"

The local man from the island country standing by kept complaining in a low voice, with resentment written all over his face.

Lin Zehao happened to see this scene, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly.
The Japanese may seem humble, but deep down they have a typical bandit mentality. When they see that you have something good, they will want to rob you of it.

When dealing with this nation and the people of this country, you cannot have the slightest mercy, otherwise after they have recovered their strength, the first person they will bite will be you!

At the beginning, the United States was too soft-hearted and could have dropped a few more nuclear bombs to sink the entire island country.

Lin Zehao waved his hand, and Park Xiongzhe, who was not far away, immediately trotted over. Due to its huge tonnage, some people who didn't know what was going on thought it was an earthquake. After all, in an island country, earthquakes are as common as eating and sleeping.

Lin Zehao whispered a few words to Park Xiongzhe, who nodded continuously.

The next second, Park Xiongzhe walked straight up to the Japanese man who was venting his anger with words, raised his right arm high, and started a big fight!

Snapped! ! !
A deafening sound was heard and the island man fell down. For the first time, he experienced what it meant to sleep like a baby.

"what!!!"

The girl next to me started to yell, covering her mouth and jumping up and down, yelling incoherently: "Murder! Murder!"

Park Xiongzhe held the woman's shoulders and explained impatiently, "He just fainted, don't worry, relax, one thief and one thief."

The woman's brain was completely confused and she couldn't hear any explanation.

Park Xiongzhe was helpless and slapped the woman again, sending her to sleep.

Seeing this, the people who had been complaining just now immediately shut their mouths and dared not say another word, all becoming like dogs with their tails between their legs.

"A bunch of rubbish, no manliness at all, a wretched nation."

"A loser like this dares to speak ill of Brother Hao. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

Park Xiongzhe said this with disdain on his face, and no island man dared to look him in the eye.

After the incident, Lin Zehao comforted the three girls, left enough security personnel, and was invited to visit Sony headquarters.

After all, although the arrival of a businessman of Lin Zehao's level in the island country was not widely publicized, everyone with sufficient status and position would receive the news.

We receive many invitations like this every day.

If Lin Zehao hadn't intentionally turned it down, he probably wouldn't have been able to spare any time.

As for why he accepted Sony's invitation, the reason is actually very simple, because Sony is qualified to be acquired by him.

Lin Zehao wants to take advantage of the island country's upcoming economic bubble to buy up as many high-quality assets as possible. This unprecedented opportunity must not be hesitated.

He wants future islanders to work for him and create value for him!
If they don't do their best to punish the Japanese people, will they attack their own compatriots?
Exploitation begins from this land!
Sony's headquarters is located in the core area of ​​Ginza, Tokyo. It is a landmark building with 37 floors. The land price ranks among the top three in the island country. Many laboratories of new projects are located in this building.

The design incorporates many of the island country's so-called traditional elements, such as Japanese gardens, under the euphemism of reflecting the combination of modern and traditional elements.

The beveled exterior and glass curtain wall enhance the sense of transparency. The multi-level structure design has public spaces inside, including an exhibition hall, concert hall, and cafe.

Of course, in Lin Zehao's view, the so-called traditional aesthetics of the island country is actually an obsession with the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is in a sense just learning to walk from others.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of Sony's headquarters, before Lin Zehao got out of the car, he saw a group of about a dozen people coming to greet him. Leading them was an old man with a neat middle-parted hair and a head full of white hair. He was one of the founders of Sony, Akio Morita.

"Mr. Lin has come from afar, so I am sorry for not welcoming you. Please forgive me."

Without saying a word, Akio Morita came up and bowed 90 degrees, and his subordinates behind him followed suit.

A Mai and Park Woong-cheol looked at each other and saw surprise and embarrassment in each other's eyes.

It's neither New Year nor a festival now, and it's really awkward to give such a big gift right away.

"Mr. Akio Morita is too polite. Why don't we go in and talk?"

Seeing that passers-by were taking photos, Lin Zehao didn't bother to say hello and got straight to the point.

Of course, he couldn't possibly bow to the Japanese. He must have stood straight and accepted it calmly throughout the whole process.

So, in the camera of pedestrians on the roadside, this scene was permanently frozen.

Sony founder Akio Morita and the company's top executives all bowed 90 degrees to Lin Zehao, just like a younger generation meeting an elder, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

As the host, Akio Morita first took Lin Zehao on a brief tour of the Sony Group, and then treated him to a meal of sashimi sushi, a specialty of the island country.

Lin Zehao has no prejudice against sashimi, but he always feels that it is not as delicious as Shunde sashimi.

Finally, Akio Morita gave Lin Zehao a mysterious surprise by using Nyotaimori as the finale of the reception.

A woman, lying naked on a table, covered with all kinds of food, both seasonal and imported.

Seeing this scene, the Sony executives were like hungry wolves smelling meat. Their eyes seemed to emit green light and they looked like they had been hungry for a long time.

Akio Morita stopped his subordinates' little actions with his eyes.

He made a gesture of invitation and said sincerely: "Mr. Lin, this is the highest etiquette we use to entertain distinguished guests. Please go first."

To be honest, Lin Zehao really cannot understand the weird thinking patterns of Japanese people on some things.

How can there be beauty in putting food on a woman's body?
He felt nothing except nausea.

"I really have no interest in this kind of behavior. I appreciate your kindness, and please do as you please."

Lin Zehao refused without any hesitation and didn't even bother to find an excuse.

It is really absurd to regard such disgusting behavior as a unique product of the nation and the country.

"Since Lin-san doesn't like it, you can do as you please."

"Lin Sang, let's go somewhere else to talk."

Akio Morita noticed that Lin Zehao was somewhat disgusted with this behavior and immediately began to remedy the situation.

As for the subordinates, they rushed forward with lewd smiles on their faces and began to enjoy the pleasure brought by the food.

"Baga, what's wrong with this scallop? Why can't I pick it up after trying so many times?"

"There's even natto, wow, it's definitely my favorite!"

“The grapes are good too. Although they are a little black, they taste very sweet!”

"..."

While everyone was discussing and expressing their feelings, Lin Zehao and Morita Akio had already walked out of the room and moved to a reception room with a traditional Chinese style.

The decoration and furniture in the house are completely antique, and even some details have been researched and restored.

Based on this point alone, we can be sure that this house must have been decorated and designed by a craftsman who truly understands traditional Chinese culture.

"Mr. Lin, this reception room has been built for three years, but no Chinese has ever set foot in it."

"you are the first."

Although Akio Morita seemed to be boasting, his words and deeds revealed his inner pride.

It seems to be saying that it is your honor to be able to come to this place.

"It's a pity that if it's not your own, even if you spend your whole life learning and imitating it, you will only get its form but not its meaning."

(End of this chapter)