Hong Kong 1980: The Savage Era

Chapter 14 [Decoration]

Bang bang bang! !

"Is there anyone there? Is there anyone there? We are the police!"

There was a knock on the door and shouting.

Guan Jiahui became even more frightened and didn't even dare to look at the door. She shrank up and looked a little pitiful.

Luo Qihong was also afraid. Young and gangsters were not easy to deal with. If you provoke them, you might die, or at least get beaten up.

After a minute, the gangster left and the sound stopped.

"What are you going to do?" Luo Qihong was still a little distracted by the beauty and wanted to help.

Guan Jiahui suddenly started to cry, "I don't know either. They found out where I work, and now I've lost my job. How can I get their money? I'm afraid they will sell me to those places."

3 yuan may not seem like a lot, but the interest compounded is very impressive.

Seeing Guan Jiahui crying, Luo Qihong came up with the idea of ​​helping her pay back the money. His purpose was naturally to take the opportunity to kiss her. The 18-year-old Guan Jiahui should still have some blood left.

3 yuan in exchange for Hong Kong's most beautiful woman for a few months doesn't seem to be a bad deal.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Luo Qihong's rationality began to be unable to be suppressed. He didn't know if some bug had taken over his brain.

"I can help you pay it back, but you have to work for me to pay it back, and you have to pay interest. What do you think?" Luo Qihong still said those words.

Guan Jiahui stared at Luo Qihong with her big eyes. After a while, she asked, "Why are you helping me?"

Luo Qihong was slightly stunned. He couldn't say that he was attracted by your beauty. He regained some of his rationality and said with a smile, "What's wrong with this world? You need a reason to help others. If you don't trust me, you can leave later."

Luo Qihong believed that Guan Jiahui would fall into the trap of playing hard to get, one of the 36 strategies in Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Guan Jiahui and Luo Qihong were in a stalemate for a while, and then she pursed her lips and said, "How long do I have to pay it back?"

"300 yuan basic salary, 10% commission. How long it takes to pay it back depends on you, not me." Luo Qihong spread his hands and said. This woman is very vigilant.

"Okay!" Guan Jiahui nodded.

Luo Qihong certainly couldn't let his money go to waste, "You have to write me an IOU, otherwise I won't trust you."

Guan Jiahui was a little surprised, but she had no choice.

After talking to Guan Jiahui, Luo Qihong felt a little regretful, because he did not have so much money at the moment. All the only 15 yuan he had was invested in the stock market. If he cashed out now, he would of course suffer a loss.

An hour later, Luo Qihong opened the door carefully, and of course the three gangsters were no longer on the street.

Guan Jiahui naturally left the store quietly. Luo Qihong still had to do business and it would take some time to raise money.

Luo Qihong was very conflicted and too lazy to go out for dinner, so he called a nearby restaurant and asked them to deliver food to his door.

Before they finished eating the takeaway, Lin Luoqi appeared at the door and teased Luo Qihong, "Why are you eating now? Business is so good."

"It's okay." Luo Qihong responded. He had found a source of 3 yuan and no longer needed to cash out stocks in the stock market.

"It's done. Here are some contracts and the 20 yuan I'll lend you for renovation costs." Lin Luoqi took out a stack of documents and a check from his briefcase.

"Borrow?" Luo Qihong smiled slightly, "Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to pay it back?"

Of course he didn't want to borrow and wanted Lin Luoqi to bear the debt.

"There's no other way. I can't sign this. If I sign it, trouble will come." Lin Luoqi explained.

Luo Qihong thought about it and felt that it was true. Lin Luoqi had not yet established a firm foothold. If he rashly borrowed so much money, he would definitely be targeted, which would also hinder the subsequent cooperation. So he could only bite the bullet and agree. "Okay, I'll sign." Luo Qihong said.

After the document was signed, Lin Luoqi checked it and found no mistakes, then said goodbye and left.

Looking at the check for 20 yuan, Luo Qihong felt slightly touched.

In the afternoon, they went to HSBC Bank to cash the check. Luo Qihong deposited 13 yuan of the check into his personal account, and used the remaining 7 yuan to let Zhang Taotao buy shares of Taohua Datong Food Company. There were 737 lots totaling 36850 shares, plus the previous 83300 shares, totaling 12 shares.

At the same time, he got two checks from the bank, for 3 yuan and 5 yuan.

Because he was not qualified to write checks, he could only ask the bank to open them in advance.

Luo Qihong immediately contacted several decoration companies, but unfortunately their quotes were too high, and the 20 yuan that Luo Qihong borrowed was definitely not enough.

So he set his sights on those scattered decoration construction teams, and the office building only needed to cover up the traces of the fire.

Causeway Bay Fengtu Construction Co., Ltd.!
It is called a company, but in fact it is a shop. Looking from the outside in, the tools are placed in a very messy way, just like a storage room.

However, Luo Qihong believes that such shops that do not pay attention to appearance are often the most affordable and reliable.

"Boss, do you want to renovate the house?" A middle-aged man with gray hair on the temples and a small bag on his waist turned around and looked at Luo Qihong and asked.

"Well, but it's not a house, it's an office. There was a fire there." Luo Qihong looked at the man in front of him.

This pragmatic image gave Luo Qihong a sense of comfort, which might have been influenced by his experiences in his previous life.

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, then took off his gloves, stretched out his hand to shake hands with Luo Qihong, and smiled, "Boss, what's your name?"

"My last name is Luo, the Luo of Daluo Jinxian!" Luo Qihong shook hands with him and asked, "This office just needs a simple decoration. How much does it cost per square foot?"

"Mr. Luo, the office that was on fire is a little more expensive because the burn marks must be cleaned before renovation can begin. It costs 6 yuan per square foot." The middle-aged man said seriously.

"What do you call it?"

"My name is Yang Mingkun." The man replied immediately.

"Mr. Yang, I have two floors of offices here with a floor area of ​​about 6300 square feet, a total of 12600 square feet. If you count the wall painting, the area is no less than 75000 square feet. This is a big business. How about this, 3 yuan per square foot." Luo Qihong looked at the two floors of the office. They were badly burned. If the renovation would cost hundreds of thousands, he would rather sell it in a burned state.

If you think about it carefully, he is just making money from the renovation fees, there is no need to cause trouble for himself.

"Mr. Luo, I'm a small business, 3 yuan per square foot is really not enough, I don't have any profit margin at all."

Yang Mingkun calculated and said, "Luo Sheng, the minimum price is 4 yuan per square foot. If it's okay, I can go with you to check out the office first. Maybe we don't need to renovate all the walls at once."

"Okay! I'll take you to see it." Luo Qihong could only agree because Yang Mingkun's offer was already the cheapest.

More than half an hour later, the two arrived at Building 123, Lok Shing Street, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Yang Mingkun was very professional. He took out a small flashlight from his bag and kept shining it upwards to check the condition of the wall.

"Luo Sheng, the ceiling and the higher walls above appear to be burned very black, but they are actually smoked. They can be simply treated, but the walls on the ground floor are burned quite seriously, and it is not something that can be fixed with simple decoration."

Yang Mingkun thought for a moment and continued, "If Luo Sheng wants to rent it out for a long time, simple decoration will definitely not work. If you want to sell it, I can help you with 18 yuan, and I guarantee that those sellers will not be able to tell anything."

Luo Qihong blinked and shook his head, "I only have 17 yuan, and these two floors of offices are for sale."

Yang Mingkun was a little embarrassed, but still wanted to take the deal. "17 yuan can get it done, but it won't last long. In fact, those buyers will redecorate after they buy it. I can use some inferior materials, and the price can be reduced to 16 yuan."

(End of this chapter)