If a riot really breaks out, I'm afraid the factory will be unable to stop for a while.

It's just that Li Xuewu did it, and everyone seemed to take it for granted.

Everyone even looked forward to seeing him help the factory workers strive for more benefits.

Is this what he wants to achieve?

It seemed to be a small matter for Xiao Jin, but now it became bigger and bigger. Xiao Jin also felt aggrieved, and he really dared to cooperate with him.

It's just that Xiao Jin may not know what kind of newspaper the newspaper he mentioned was published.

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"People say that 'Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings to the passenger ship at midnight' is a state of mind, not a real scene."

Ji Weidong poured a cup of tea for Li Xuewu and said with a smile: "Come and taste the artistic conception I brought back."

"Uh-huh--"

Li Xuewu held the tea cup and tasted it carefully, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking his head.

Ji Weidong felt itchy when he saw it, and he raised his eyebrows and asked: "How is it? The taste is not ordinary!"

"Well - it's unusual!"

Li Xuewu put down the tea cup and shook his head slightly: "I tasted the smell of copper."

"Fuck! I'll take you to experience elegance, and you'll make me feel vulgar!"

Ji Weidong curled his lips and scattered the tea in the small pot and said: "Come on, you can't drink this pot of tea. You said it's dirty."

"You are clean! How clean you are!"

Li Xuewu looked at him with raised eyebrows and said, "You have the cleanest mouth. You can't even say fuck, right?"

"Go away, don't tarnish my elegance."

Ji Weidong rolled his eyes and said, "I am a decent person now and I can't look down on a bumpkin like you."

"Look, what is this?"

He raised his wrist and tapped his watch and said, "Rolex, do you understand? I've seen it before!"

"Well, I've never seen this before. Isn't this a standard outfit for foreigners?"

Li Xuewu Han said to him: "This man who dares to face me is really the young cousin of the Song family!"

"Oops! I'm really blind and blind. Please forgive me."

"Hey——! Don't say it yet!"

Ji Weidong smiled at what he said, curled his lips and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think anyone would believe me if I just use this identity to act?"

"hehe--"

Li Xuewu curled his lips and said: "There is no shortage of fools in this world, let alone lunatics."

He chuckled and said: "I will teach you, don't say you are the young cousin of the Song family, just say you are Qin Shihuang."

"You just say that you are resurrected, and you need a start-up capital to dig out the treasures buried in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. As long as you invest, no matter how much, you will definitely give them gold, silver and jewelry, and they will be rich for a lifetime. See if anyone

Fall for this!"

"Fuck-it's still you who lost it!"

Ji Weidong really felt that Li Xuewu had been damaged so much that he had no doubt that some people would believe this.

Why?

In Hong Kong City, some people believe in resurrection from the dead, and are also superstitious about various rituals and traditions, making it very lively.

Qin Shihuang also has treasures, and you can share them no matter how much you invest. Only a fool would believe it.

Yes, if I believe it, I will really give you money.

Then you say those rich people in Hong Kong City are stupid?

He can make so much money and direct so many people to work, but he worships gods, Buddhas and mud lumps. Is he stupid or smart?

"Your idea is okay. I'll talk to Zhang Wanhe later and ask him to make a deal. Maybe we can make a lot of money."

"I'm just teasing you. If you take it seriously, you would be committing evil if you harm others."

Li Xuewu curled his lips and said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense. People like Zhang Wanhe cannot be rich and deserve to be poor all their lives."

"You really think I'm stupid, I've made so much money and I'm burning my fingers."

Ji Weidong also deliberately teased Li Xuewu. He refilled the water to make tea and said: "This old boy Zhang Wanhe is dishonest in your hands, but he is very obedient in my hands."

He looked at Li Xuewu, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I set up a film company for him and asked him to lead people to make movies."

"You are such a genius!"

Li Xuewu looked at Ji Weidong funny and said: "If the bandits can change their career to make movies, is it because the movie is derailed or because the bandits cheated?"

"How rich can you make a pushover ghost?"

Ji Weidong said with a smile: "You have never seen the colorful world of Hong Kong City. Today you are a human, but tomorrow you will be a ghost."

"If you are lucky, you will be a god the day after tomorrow!"

He poured tea for Li Xuewu and said: "Where is the big girl going? The director said, take off your clothes!"

"Look, I don't hesitate to say a word. I'm very professional. I'll give you a naked look!"

Ji Weidong took a sip of tea and said with a bad smile: "I took Zhang Wanhe to see the scene, and he almost ran out of the set in fear."

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

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Li Xuewu curled his lips and said: "He is afraid that you will harm him. This industry is more domineering than bandits in the world."

"Ge Nian? Or what? I don't understand, but it's not that."

Ji Weidong raised his chin and said: "That's how the movies in Hong Kong City are. Call a group of people to come over, finish filming, and then as soon as it is released, make money, and then continue filming."

"Well, I haven't noticed your other abilities. You've learned half a dozen Northeastern dialects."

Li Xuewu looked at him and asked: "Your father's support?"

"Hey - he is too lazy to do this. I contacted him myself."

Ji Weidong shook his head and said: "Things on the dock are quite simple. I have recruited a few disciples, and some problems can be solved."

"Looking at Zhang Wanhe and the others squatting in the teahouse on the pier, they were afraid that they would start to gain momentum, so I decided to change the circle for him and let him run away."

He smiled and explained: "This old boy is so ruthless. He and your little brother were fighting with others in the teahouse."

"What a guy!"

Ji Weidong said exaggeratedly: "More than 40 people came to carry the sedan chair. I thought everyone was filming."

"As a result, your little brother lost half of his face with one shot and almost shattered the rules on the road."

"Business is not good at the dock?"

Li Xuewu took a sip of tea and waved to Yu Li who came in from the door, indicating that she could serve the food.

Yu Li nodded and went out again.

Ji Weidong shook his head slightly and said: "What can we do? Sihai Teahouse has become a new force in the docks. I closed seventeen docks in a row that night, and it almost killed me!"

"How else could I tell you that I am a decent person?"

He spread his hands and said: "I have the real estate movie on my left hand, and the dock horseman on my right hand."

"Every morning when I open my eyes, the first thing I think about is that I can't sleep anymore. One more minute of sleep will shorten my life by 60 seconds."

"You are so bragging, let's eat."

Li Xuewu listened to him talk about how the harbor city was, how the movies were, how the society was, and how the finance was... but he didn't talk about him singing and dancing every night.

Ji Weidong was not honest. This boy was having a lot of fun in Hong Kong City. If he didn't say it himself, it didn't mean that Li Xuewu didn't know.

Does Han Yating know?

In fact, there is no need to guess this, it is like a mirror.

A normal man, in a colorful world like Hong Kong City, still holding great power and having good food and clothing, would be short of women?

But Ji Weidong is smart because he knows how to measure things.

Know what you can and cannot eat, what is his and what is not his.

Han Yating gave birth to a big fat boy for him. Did he make a fuss all over the world?

I was so happy that after I came back, I only found Li Xuewu to hide in the club to vent my happiness and celebrate.

I believe that in Sijiucheng now, when I heard that he was back, there might not be a line of people queuing up to treat him to a meal.

Why come to the club?

Is the food here delicious? Or is there someone I miss here?
To be continued...