1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 359 Li Zhiying

Jordan Lee, Li Zhiying.

When he heard the name, Zhai Yuan, who was standing outside the door, nodded thoughtfully.

Jordan, Baleno and Jeanswest were known as the three major fashion brands in Hong Kong at that time. Jordan, in just a few years since its establishment, has been exported to more than a dozen countries in East Asia, with flagship stores everywhere. The boss, Li Zhiying, is now a well-known clothing tycoon in Hong Kong.

Like himself, Li Zhiying also runs a gang.

However, he hired Xinji as his thugs, and he was the big mouth of the Number Gang.

In addition to his public identity as Jordan Lee's boss and a serious businessman, Li Zhiying also runs an underground Mark Six lottery business in Hong Kong. His number gang secretly attracts fans, most of whom come through his clothing line that is exported overseas. He does not make any profit from it, but he is particularly fond of smoking leaves that are more potent than tobacco. So the number gang gets high-quality goods from South America as a tribute.

Therefore, Li Zhiying also has a nickname, called "hemp eagle".

Most of these gossips were stories and anecdotes heard from Xu Jiaqiang.

Zhai Yuan plays the role of a gentleman, while this one takes the role of a hero.

"Situ, based on what Boss Li just said, I can go to the Independent Commission Against Corruption to charge you."

The voice of Do Yip Siu-yan resounded in the office. The old lady laughed in anger: "You Xinmin people are really weird. In the 1960s and 1970s, corruption was rampant in Hong Kong. When the citizens were so poor that they couldn't even get enough food, everyone disappeared and no one spoke out. Now that society has become stable, wealthy and honest, and the city is about to return to the mainland, you have sprung up like mushrooms after rain to participate in the universal suffrage."

Du Yixian paused, and then spoke again in a cold voice: "Anyway, you and your party don't have to waste your efforts. I will definitely participate in the next Legislative Council election. I'll see if I can get enough votes then... Boss Li, right? After what I've said, are you still willing to do good deeds?"

five minutes later.

Situ Mingzhu and Li Zhiying walked out of the office covered in dust.

Only then could I see the two people's faces clearly.

The older Situ Mingzhu is about fifty years old. Although he is well maintained and looks energetic, his gray temples and a few age spots on his face cannot be hidden.

The younger Li Zhiying is in his early forties, tall and fat, with thick eyebrows, narrow eyes, and drooping mouth corners.

Seeing Zhai Yuan and Xia Meng standing outside, the two people who walked out of the office were slightly startled.

Situ Mingzhu quickly withdrew his gaze, walked away quickly with a sullen face, while Li Zhiying smiled amiably, nodded at them and hurriedly followed Situ Mingzhu.

"Du Ye, the principal."

Even though the door was wide open, Xia Meng still knocked gently: "Excuse me, I brought a friend to visit."

The gray-haired Du Yexien was obviously still angry, and his already old-fashioned face became even more serious. He smiled at the corners of his dry mouth and motioned Xia Meng and Zhai Yuan to come into the office.

"Xiao Meng, long time no see."

"I've been busy with other things lately, Principal Du Ye, this is the Zhai Yuan I mentioned to you on the phone."

"Hello, Principal Du Ye."

Just after seeing off Situ Mingzhu and Li Zhiying, Zhai Yuan and Xia Meng arrived.

The three of them greeted each other. Xia Meng frowned and asked, "That councillor from Kwun Tong North, Situ, is also going to run for election this time. If he enters the Legislative Council, I'm afraid he will draft some unfavorable bills before the handover."

"They are just using the European and American democratic human rights approach. Everyone can see what their purpose is in holding a general election at this time..."

Du Yixian did not hide her contempt, and waved her hand halfway through her words: "Forget it, let's not talk about this. I hope that the voters can open their eyes when the time comes."

After saying that, she looked at Zhai Yuan, smiling a little more: "Ayuan, right? Actually, I knew you long before Xiaomeng introduced you. My husband Du Xuekui really likes the Chinese songs you created before, which should be called "Tomorrow Will Be Better" and "Pearl of the Orient". Yes, there is also "Blue and White Porcelain". You know he teaches Chinese. It's a pity that Du Xuekui recently returned to his hometown Suimeng to visit his former teachers and classmates, otherwise you two might have new topics to talk about when you sit together."

Xia Meng smiled and held it up for Zhai Yuan, saying, "It's a pity indeed. Actually, A Yuan came here this time to ask Principal Du for some advice on running a school. Although he founded a performing arts academy, he also attaches great importance to cultural courses and hopes to promote education like the two predecessors."

Zhai Yuan smiled and nodded in agreement, thinking to himself: Oh, so this is what I think.

Du Yixin is quite impressed by this idea, or rather, she agrees with anyone who is willing to work in the education industry.

The old lady smiled at Zhai Yuan warmly and asked, "Ayuan is young and promising. I wonder which university did you graduate from?"

"Principal Tu Ye, my biggest regret is that I didn't study at Muguang Middle School when I was in middle school. As a result, I couldn't even go to university."

Zhai Yuan sighed with shame: "But in fact, in my mind, I have always considered myself a student of Muguang Middle School. In order to make up for this regret, I plan to donate a sum of money to repair the school building. As long as Principal Du Ye adds my name to the list of alumni..."

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"I'm picking on his mother's old witch! She has the guts to raise her voice to me, she thinks she's the Queen of England!"

Situ Mingzhu walked out of the gate of Muguang Middle School with a sullen face, got into an affordable hardtop Jaguar sedan, and finally couldn't help but start yelling.

After all, he was an important member of the Municipal Council and was well-known in daily life. However, he was scolded like a grandson by Du Yixin, and his accumulated anger was finally released at this time.

Li Zhiying, who was sitting next to him, shrank his fat. After being used to riding in luxury cars, he suddenly felt a little cramped when driving this cheap car.

He smiled and advised Situ Mingzhu: "There are always people who think they are righteous people. Brother Situ, there is no point in arguing with an old woman who is about to be buried. She is already in her seventies and it is not certain whether she will live to the next election. Besides, there are still many bosses willing to support you. Even if there is a general election, you still have a good chance of winning."

As he spoke, Li Zhiying took out a small recorder from his arms, shrugged helplessly, and laughed: "I originally wanted to record a few inappropriate remarks by Do Yip Siu En to use as negative publicity, but I didn't expect that he would be so angry at his age. Instead, it makes it seem like we did something wrong."

Situ Mingzhu frowned, obviously disgusted by his habit of carrying a tape recorder with him.

Considering that this guy was willing to be a paparazzi before he became famous, I couldn't help but curse in my heart: A dog will always eat shit!
"Now everyone is calling her the conscience of Hong Kong, and public opinion is strong. I really have no confidence."

Situ Mingzhu calmed down, exhaled forcefully, turned his head and looked at Li Zhiying: "Help me think of a solution, and I'll give you a discount if there's any."

Li Zhiying's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he smiled even more: "Hello everyone, I'm here as a friend. I'm willing to help even if there's no benefit... What's the benefit?"

Situ Mingzhu hesitated for a moment and looked at the recorder in Li Zhiying's hand with some fear.

"Pick! You won't doubt your good brother, will you?" Li Zhiying immediately opened the car window, threw the entire tape recorder out, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "OK, throw it away!"

Situ Mingzhu took a deep breath and then slowly said, "Next month, I will go to Indonesia to meet some foreign officials from London to help you expand your underground Mark Six lottery business to the colonies. The money earned will be divided according to the old rules. But we want you to run a media company. In addition to using the power of the media to support my rise to power, you must also focus on reporting negative news about the mainland, creating panic before the return, and continue to criticize and attack after the return. I have already selected the team for you, and someone will also provide the founding funds for you... Do you understand what I mean?"

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