"That old guy is a great character." Huang Liu sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with both hands, looking at Wen Jingyuan under the Etou Mountain, and walking to Lin Yujing in the sunset to inform Song Tianyao from the back, and his tone was affirmative. Song Tianyao in the seat said.

Song Tianyao threw most of the burned cigarette butts out of the car window, and said with a smile: "Brother Six, can martial arts masters look at each other to see the level of each other's kung fu?"

"This old guy always buckles his feet and knees slightly when he walks, and when he looks at his gown, there should be more than two knives hidden in his waist, but he can't see if he has a gun hidden." Huang Liu looked at Wen Jingyuan. From the back, he explained to Song Tianyao: "Of course it is impossible to see the level of the opponent's Kung Fu at a glance, but if you have practiced Kung Fu, it is easy to find some details to raise your vigilance."

"I heard from my third aunt. It was Lin Xizhen's capable man who brought him around when he was selling opium. Now, one less blood licker has died, and there should not be many in Lin's family anymore." Song Tianyao rubbed. Mei Xin said: "This afternoon, Lu Rongfang returned to my office when I called. Didn't you stop him?"

"He told me that the cigarette was forgotten in your boss's office. I did see him bulging in his pocket before entering your office, but it was flattened out when he went out, so I trusted him." Huang Liu scanned in the rearview mirror. He gave Song Tianyao's facial expression: "Not next time."

"It's okay, but too many people have come out recently, which makes me a little uncomfortable. The uncle who I haven't seen in ten years, Zhang Yuqi's female secretary appeared in front of me like a movie. I hope that Lu Rongkang really just received Luo Zhunkun. Concocted anonymous news, hit the door to make some pocket money."

After a short time, Wen Jingyuan walked back along the same road, walked to Huang Liu's car window with a dull expression, stared at Huang Liu, and then glanced at Song Tianyao, then slowly said, "Miss I told you to go up."

"Thank you." Huang Liu started the car and drove up along the road.

When the car arrived outside Lin Yujing's residence, the servant Xiang's wife was standing outside with Feng Yunzhi.

When Huang Liu got out of the car to help Song Tianyao with the ingredients and supplements he brought from the trunk, Song Tianyao had already pulled the car door and got out of the car. Meat, beware of being too fat to marry."

"You need to take care of it." Feng Yunzhi was pulled by Song Tianyao's face. The first sentence when he met he said that he was fat, and slapped Song Tianyao's hand angrily.

Song Tianyao and Feng Yunzhi walked into the two-story building: "Where is the third aunt?"

"I just drank Chinese medicine and I am going to the Buddhist hall to copy the scriptures." The smile on Feng Yunzhi's face faded when Song Tianyao asked about his mother.

Song Tianyao was stunned for a moment: "The third aunt is sick again? Why take medicine?"

While speaking, he looked at the servant Xiang's wife, and asked with anger, "Every time I bring the supplements, Xiang's wife didn't help the third aunt to replenish her body?"

"It's not about Xiangsao's matter, but it is popular." Feng Yunzhi explained for Xiangsao.

Song Tianyao opened the door and asked, "Who is angry with the third aunt?"

"Uncle Kang..." As soon as Feng Yunzhi uttered three words, she saw Lin Yujing was already wearing loose clothes, standing in the living room with a pale face, and swallowed the words back in shock.

Lin Yujing is always lukewarm, quiet and weak, looking at Song Tianyao at this time, although her eyes are smiling, she still has some complaints: "It's already evening, why do you think of here, Ah Yao? Here? It’s too desolate and there are no gas street lights. It’s not safe to go back to the city at night."

"It's okay. Anyway, I drove and took the driver with me. It doesn’t matter if I go back later. I came here to have dinner with my third aunt and Yunzhi. Recently, I learned two new dishes in Grandpa’s restaurant and I’m going to show off. Craftsmanship, third aunt, let Xiangsao help you to chant the scriptures in the Buddhist hall, and come down to **** crafts when the meal is open." Song Tianyao smiled at Lin Yujing.

Behind him, Huang Liu put the ingredients and supplements he had brought into the corner of the living room, then turned and went outside.

While speaking, Song Tianyao took off his suit jacket and handed it to Sister Xiang to hang it up. He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and picked up a few seasonal ingredients he had brought. He walked towards the kitchen and said:

"Yunzhi, come into the kitchen to help."

"Oh." Feng Yunzhi put out his tongue playfully at his mother, and then followed Song Tianyao into the kitchen.

Song Tianyao took out the two good-haired abalones and washed them with water. He couldn't hear the joy or anger in his voice, and asked faintly:

"The Uncle Kang you just said is Lin Xiaokang? Why is he so angry with the third aunt? Let's listen."

...

"Do you know the difference between Shanghainese and locals?" At nine o'clock in the night, Luo Zhuankun asked a dozen men and women in suits in the office of Caitong Securities in St. George's Building.

These people have almost the same experience as Luo Zhuankun’s previous experience. They all came to Hong Kong from Shanghai in 1949. When the speculators in Shanghai set off a frenzy of gold speculation, these people basically helped the tycoons to speculate in gold first, and then followed the speculation. The enthusiasm for Hong Kong was extinguished by the Hong Kong colonial government. Many Shanghai speculative tycoons declared bankruptcy one after another, and they all began their downfall lives in Hong Kong.

These people randomly pulled out one of them, and they all had the experience of buying and selling on the Shanghai Global Exchange and the Stock Exchange. The three worst women were also telephone reporters at the stock exchange, and there were even a few. I used to be a licensed member of the Shanghai Stock Exchange Brokers Union. Unfortunately, Hong Kong is not Shanghai at that time, especially after the gold speculation boom caused a large number of Shanghai speculators to go bankrupt. The status of these brokers from the Mainland has changed. It's embarrassing.

The Shanghai speculative tycoons who went to Hong Kong were either completely defeated and declared bankrupt during the gold speculation battle. These traders have no meaning to them.

In Hong Kong, whether it is a stock exchange or a gold and silver trading market, the traders who helped Shanghai tycoons speculate in gold and try to destroy their business can be treated as if they were enemies. The 30 directors of the Hong Kong gold and silver trading market The members even held a private meeting and agreed that each member's gold bank was not allowed to work with Shanghainese. When they found out that Shanghainese were doing off-site matches in the gold business, they all shot together.

The Shanghainese abandoned them and the Hongkongers hated them, so these people lived very hard. When Luo Zhuankun sought them out one by one in Hong Kong, some men had already switched jobs to the pier to do things that were only slightly better than coolies. The crystal gilt glasses and diamond watches that used to show their identities were all mortgaged to the pawnshop in exchange for money to seek a living. Two women even went to the dance floor to become accompaniment dancers because they knew how to dance ballroom dancing.

Back in Shanghai, there were people in suits and shoes, men wearing famous watches, and women wearing diamond ornaments, who managed the spot stock business for the wealthy.

It was Luo Zhuankun who found them one by one, and the seven licensed securities companies bought by Song Tianyao needed manpower to fill them.

It was also these dozens of Shanghainese who had fallen through the bottom and didn't want to experience that kind of low-level life again, accompanied Luo Zhuankun to sort out the stock index and keep an eye on the stock market price.

"A lot of money." A middle-aged man of about 30 years old heard Luo Zhuankun's question and took the lead in uttering two words.

A charming woman then said, "I have seen the market, and I have a broader vision than the locals."

"The most important thing is that they don’t know the stock market, but they think they’re good at stocks. They are at least slightly better than the locals who think of the stock market as someone cheating money. They know that the stock market can make money, but they don’t know the real thing. Principle, and like to pretend to understand in front of people like us. This kind of money is the easiest to win." Luo Zhuankun turned a pen in his hand and continued: "In the 1930s , Hong Kong stock market fluctuated drastically. More than 800 factories in Hong Kong closed down more than 300 in half a year. All the money that the factory owners made to invest in the stock market was made by the British who operated the stock market. Since then, Hong Kong locals, even large Chinese businessmen, have no interest in the Hong Kong stock market, leaving it to the British for self-entertainment."

"The British are now thinking about shifting their focus from Hong Kong, and the locals don't have the guts to throw money into the stock market, so..."

"So, Shanghai people's money." Luo Zhuankun turned his seat and looked at the man who was talking: "Mr. Song needs the money from the Shanghainese. They are very rich. We don't need to find the Shanghainese who are worth billions of dollars. Tycoons, they are too smart and don’t need those inland refugees who are indistinguishable from local poor ghosts. They are too poor. Remove these two classes, and the remaining Shanghainese are all our goals. During this time, I will use You are responsible for letting Shanghainese understand what it means to make money by lying at home. For those who seem to know but do not understand, you do not need to tell them the rules of the stock market, nor They need to let them choose their own stocks and tell them with the data we have compiled that there are only two stocks in the Hong Kong stock market that have risen against the market. One is Wheelock Textile in the textile stocks, and the other is Xizhen Real Estate in the real estate category. If they are going to choose Hui Defeng Textile, then tell them that textile processing enterprises have unions, and union workers are difficult to engage in. Some negative news will be released at any time to affect the stock price. If they hear the word union, those are in Shanghai. Those who have seen union workers go on strike will take the initiative to give up their ideas."

"Brother Kun, we... are actually Shanghainese. Now in Hong Kong, we help local people kill their money..." A younger youth said softly, with a tangled expression on his face for a moment.

Luo Zhuankun looked at each other sharply: "When you ran to a nightclub as a waiter, did the Shanghainese give you a dime extra tip? When you helped Zheng Yukui fry cotton and fry land in Shanghai, you killed the same thing. Shanghai people’s money, after you earn a commission, have you ever thought of returning it to those people? It was Mr. Song who took the money and helped you put on a suit again, so that you can eat your stomach and you no longer have to stand in the nightclub against people. Smile! Don’t think too much of yourself, you and me, like the people in this room now, are just tools, and tools don’t need to have independent thinking!"

Seeing the other party lowering his head silently, Luo Zhuankun paused for a moment, then spoke, with a firm tone, and his voice sounded like a stone: "Mr. Song told me that he will give us this group a firm foothold in Hong Kong and be fair and honest with the British and the locals. People declare that you have the opportunity, and you will know in the future. Before that day comes, do as I ordered and bring me the money from Shanghainese to the stock market! Be a handy tool!"