Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 118 A weak steward is no match for a wealthy man's servant

That day at Lianxing Teahouse, Bengkou Hua ultimately did not answer Su Zhenhai's question.

However, Master Hai knew very well that the fact that his eleventh brother didn't answer him directly was already a tacit answer.

"Han Jinqing stepped forward and said, 'I have returned the stolen fabric to them.'" With these words, Su Zhenhai led his men away.

Beng Kouhua picked up his teacup, tilted his head back and drank it all: "Originally I was only 3% determined, but now that I see even you, Su Zhenhai, have to back down, it makes me 2% more determined."

Fifty percent is enough!

That same day, Dong Yihe truthfully submitted the information he had gathered about Lin Yuanshan to the Zhou family.

The person who greeted Bengkou Hua was Zhou Xiyu's butler, Uncle Fu.

The two exchanged a few words at the entrance of the Zhou family's house, and then Uncle Fu sent Bengkou Hua away, not even allowing him to enter the gate, let alone have tea.

Bengkou Hua didn't dare to say anything more. He smiled, nodded, took a few steps back, and strode away.

Zhou Xiyu is the president of the Dongguan Chamber of Commerce. In Hong Kong, at least seven or eight out of ten Dong families rely on the Zhou family for their livelihood.

That is, since Zhou Yongshan was involved this time, Zhou Xiyu did not want to make a big fuss and use the two big names, Dongfuhe and Liangongle, so he chose Dongyihe to do the work.

They only give you a chance to shine because they think highly of you.

Doing it well is expected, but doing it poorly will result in being reprimanded!

A few minutes later, in the study on the second floor of the Zhou family mansion.

Zhou Xiyu, who is 60 years old this year, carefully pried open a cake of Songpin tea with a tea knife in hand.

Among the top Chinese businessmen in Hong Kong, everyone knows that this Justice of the Peace is a great lover of aged Pu'er tea and Yixing teapots, and has the nicknames "tea fanatic" and "teapot fanatic". The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, stood a few steps away, and with a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft to disturb the master's tea brewing, he repeated exactly what Beng Kouhua had found out.

Zhou Xiyu didn't even look up, his eyes searching for the tea pieces he had pried off.

Finally, he selected a piece of moderate weight, got up and walked to the antique shelf, and from the dazzling array of purple clay teapots, he chose a Ziye Stone Ladle from Lanxi Studio in Yixing.

"I owe Yongshan a lot."

Arranging for Li Xing to take care of her was because I value Li Xing's meticulousness and her ability to cherish her. "Boiling water and scalding the cups, Zhou Xiyu's tea-making movements were fluid and graceful. With his back to Uncle Fu, he slowly spoke: "That young man surnamed Lin, instruct your men to continue keeping an eye on him."

I can't bear to see Yongshan marry into a wealthy family and become the first wife, or to be forced to marry a concubine's son or a nouveau riche with no foundation.

It would be better to help her choose a young man who is both capable and lucky enough to start from scratch.

As he spoke, Zhou Xiyu brewed two cups of aged Pu'er tea.

He picked up one of the cups, squinted, and positioned his gaze almost parallel to the tea on the surface of the cup.

The tea soup is a bright red color, with a thin layer of mist floating on the surface, which is the concentrated aroma of top-grade aged Pu'er tea.

Taking a small sip, Zhou Xiyu turned around, his gaze like that of a hungry hawk: "Of course! If that young man is thinking of using Yongshan to rise to the top in one step."

"Then make arrangements to make him disappear from Yongshan's vicinity."

Since returning from Hang Seng that day, Lin Yuanshan has been staying at the To Kwa Wan factory.

The funds from Hang Seng haven't been approved yet, and it's not time for Biandanwei to go to sea for the second time.

It's the beginning of the 4th now, and the secondary plastic flowers produced in the previous 11 days cannot be settled within the same month as when Xu Neng was still the factory manager, when he pressured the finance department.

According to the current 30-day monthly settlement rule, Lin Yuanshan will start producing substandard rubber flowers around October 19th. He will need to wait until around November 30th to receive the check from Huang He and settle all previous payments.

As it stands, Mr. Lin doesn't have enough money to pay his workers' salaries, and he even has to ask Uncle Xu to help him pay for the production materials.

As for why they stayed in the factory, it was to reassure people.

"Sigh, boss, I suddenly realize that I seem to have fallen for your trick." Xu Neng, wearing his reading glasses, flipped through his savings book with a complicated expression. "I really can't understand why I was swayed by your words and gave up my retirement to follow you. Now look what happened, I haven't made any money, and my savings for my funeral are shrinking day by day."

Lin Yuanshan sat to the side, two plastic frames beside him, and assembling plastic flowers in his hands: "Uncle Xu, what you said an hour ago..."

I've said it twice already.

"I really regret it." Xu Neng put down the bankbook, picked up a piece of glue flower that Lin Yuanshan had packed, and examined it closely: "Looking at the color, it is indeed purer and more translucent than the one made with the previous formula."

"Of course! I've already said it, this formula of mine has quite a history." Lin Yuanshan's hands didn't stop moving as he filled another black bottle.

Xu Neng took it and shone it under the light: "Even though it's black, there are far fewer impurities than before."

Ah Yuan, your dad's recipe is really amazing.

I've done the calculations. If we use your new formula, the quality of our rubber flowers will be somewhere between genuine and substandard.

After a pause, Xu Neng lowered his voice: "What are your plans?"

Should we go back to Mr. Li to renegotiate the recycling price, get some orders to do it ourselves, or apply this formula to the production of other plastic products?

"Boss, you need to give me a clear picture. Only when I have a clear understanding can I figure out how to increase production capacity and reduce costs."

"Uncle Xu, what do you think is the best way to maximize profits?" Lin Yuanshan asked with a smile, looking at the two new plastic flowers made with the new ingredients.

Xu Neng immediately replied, "If you need money urgently, then renegotiate the price with Mr. Li; if you want to take a long-term view, then develop new products and expand the market yourself, so that you can grow bigger and stronger."

"Then I'll choose the first one!" Lin Yuanshan answered instantly, a choice that surprised Xu Neng.

Lin Yuanshan didn't leave him wondering for long, explaining on the spot: "Actually, I'm not optimistic about the prospects of plastic flowers."

"Uncle Xu, please talk to Zhou Qianhe for me. Negotiate whatever amount of money you can get. Don't worry about anything else."

Xu Neng thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "You're the boss, and you own the recipe, so whatever you say, I'll do it."

"I also need your understanding and support." Just as Lin Yuanshan finished speaking, Li Jianqing, who rarely came here, suddenly knocked on the door from the outside.

Lin Yuanshan pointed to the empty chair next to him: "Brother Qing, come in and sit down?"

Li Jianqing grunted and limped in: "When I was young, I knew someone who is currently the head of Dongyihe, and his nickname is Bengkouhua."

He said he hoped that, out of consideration for our past relationship, I could help him arrange for a few quick-witted helpers to work at the factory.

I immediately refused, but afterwards, I always felt that something was off.

I hadn't seen him for twelve years, and suddenly he wanted to use my connections to get people into the factory.

This doesn't make sense, boss. I'm guessing Ahua is after you.

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