George Xia recently felt that his business was good, and his family seemed to be favored by the gods again.

In just a few months, he had earned nearly 100,000 Hong Kong dollars by shipping wigs for Song Tianyao. Although it was not much higher than Song Tianyao who received an order from a British department store, it was not much higher than that of Song Tianyao, who had received an order from a British department store. However, compared with George Xia, who had only had a simple grocery store before, he could barely make a living. Now he could rent a whole tenement building to accommodate all his family. The grocery store had also changed to a larger store, and there was a small capital to explore other businesses and save wealth.

A braid that is over 30 centimeters long will be given to Song Tianyao's factory warehouse when he arrives in Hong Kong, and each braid will be rewarded with one Hong Kong dollar. In the distant countryside of India, it only takes five pies to receive, which is equivalent to a braid only costs 25 cents Hong Kong dollars. The shipping fee and manual distribution will not increase the cost of braids to ten pies. In other words, every time a braid is received, Sha Georgia can earn at least 50 cents Hong Kong dollars.

And now he doesn't need to rush back to India to collect it himself. His relatives and friends in India have taken over his hard work. Now he and his younger brother Xia Harry just need to stay in Hong Kong and wait for the Indian cargo ship to send it to Hong Kong. They can just send it to Song Tianyao's factory warehouse.

"I have seen Song Tianyao's factory workshop. There are only four sets of equipment. I heard from his factory workers that even if they produce 24 hours a day, there will be no more than one thousand wigs per month. After three to four braided hairs are woven into a wig. How many wigs have he collected from us now? There are almost 200,000 braids, enough for his factory to produce 60,000 or 70,000 wigs." Xia Harry squatted on the side of the road, picked up a matchstick, and counted the data on the ground: "It takes five years for his factory to produce 1,000 wigs a month, but he is still collecting it with us."

George Xia has now put on a expensive suit, and has a pair of gold wire wide frame crystal glasses, a gold necklace, ring, and precious watches shining in the sun, just like a wealthy Indian businessman. When he heard his brother's words, George Xia said: "Maybe he wants to expand the factory?"

Shari shook his head: "He probably wants to stock up enough hair, raise the price, and sell it to other people who want to produce wigs."

It seemed that in order to make George Xia believe in his judgment, Harry Xia wiped the numbers on the ground with his shoes, stood up and said to George Xia:

"Some time ago, when you were back in India, I went to the counters of three department stores in the UK to sell wigs. In the UK and the US, black wigs are the most popular, and they are more expensive than other brown and gold wigs. Many Chinese factory owners in Hong Kong are preparing to learn from Song Tianyao and produce wigs and sell them to Western countries."

Seeing that George Xia didn't look at the response, Harry Xia continued: "I think we should start now, stockpile hair for ourselves, wait until there are too many factories and sell them at high prices when the raw materials are sought after."

George Xia turned his head and looked at his younger brother. Harry shrugged in response to George Xia's eyes: "We can't just make a little profit. I can find a way to meet those who are preparing to open a wig factory and take the initiative to talk to them."

"No, you should say hello to Song Tianyao first." Xia Georgie took out an exquisite silver cigarette box, took out the dried tobacco from his hometown in India, skillfully rolled a cigarette roll, held it in his mouth and lit it before saying: "After all, he introduced us to do this business. I have always said that he gave us this opportunity. We cannot immediately decisively abandon the person who gave us the opportunity because of the seemingly visible benefits. Before you contact other merchants who are preparing to produce wigs, you must first meet Song Tianyao."

Xia Harry nodded respectfully: "Okay brother."

"You have worked very hard recently, I know, but we can't stop and rest now. We have to keep going. I still need to meet some bank managers during this period. The hair business is only temporary. We have to take advantage of this opportunity to do some business that really belongs to us. Come on, Harry." George Xia patted his brother's shoulders and turned around and walked into the door.

Xia Harry stood there, thinking about what his brother said just now, and he was respectful to his brother. However, he did not think that he had to contact Song Tianyao in his own business. They were sellers and Song Tianyao was the buyer. The relationship was that simple. No one stipulated that the hair they collected from India could only be sold to Song Tianyao, and no one stipulated that they could only be priced at the Hong Kong dollar set by Song Tianyao.

Don't you make money?

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"Really?" Tang Boqi heard Song Tianyao say calmly that he didn't mind this matter, but his expression became more serious.

If he was in Song Tianyao's position, if such a thing happened, Tang Boqi felt that he could not even teach him a lesson.

On the way to see Song Tianyao, he had already thought of a lot of words, but now all the words that Song Tianyao had understateed were stuck in his throat.

"I don't believe your expression. I'm saying it's fake. What are you going to tell me?" Song Tianyao said as he took a traditional provincial dessert candy that Lou Fengyun had assembled into the dish. He put it in his mouth and tasted it. It was fragrant, soft, sweet but not greasy. Song Tianyao couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, finished the dessert in the dish, and handed the dish to Lou Fengyun to signal the other party to help him divide it, and then said to Tang Boqi:

“Eat, it tastes great.”

"I'm going to..." Tang Boqi thought for a while, and suddenly laughed at himself: "Forget it, I don't know what to say to ease the relationship or eat."

Song Tianyao tasted the dessert and said casually: "Are you interested in doing business? Are you not going to Wall Street?"

"How to go? My father treats stock brokers and scammers as the same type of people. It is already a blessing to let me come to Hong Kong now, otherwise I would be planning to open another laundry and hand it over to me for management." Tang Boqi drank Sang Parasito Tea, and his tone was a little depressed: "If I knew that A Yuan and his son were doing business this way, I would rather be so angry that my father would not come to Hong Kong at the beginning."

"Actually, you can do some business in Hong Kong alone, instead of having to do wigs with the Tang family. There are still many businesses to do in Hong Kong." Song Tianyao gave Tang Boqi a wink: "You are very interested in financial stocks, so you should have a little understanding of the Hong Kong stock market."

"Of course." Although Tang Boqi didn't know why Song Tianyao brought the topic to financial stocks, he still nodded calmly: "Hong Kong Stock Exchange Co., Ltd. is a replica of the stock exchanges in some British and American countries. Although most people in Hong Kong are Chinese, the trading language and documents of the exchange are all in English, excluding most potential Chinese investors. What's worse now is that foreign stock brokers leave Hong Kong because the Korean War may trigger the subsequent Hong Kong war, choosing to return to London or go to other British colonies to develop. The stock trading volume has dropped sharply, and the stock market is in a stagnant place."

"It's no longer a stagnant pool. In 1948, the total trading volume of the exchange was 159 million Hong Kong dollars. In 1949, the People's Republic of China was founded. The Hong Kong financial market was panicked. The stock exchange trading volume fell by half, only 80 million Hong Kong dollars. In 1950, that is, last year, the Korean War broke out. The Hong Kong Stock Exchange's annual trading volume was 60 million Hong Kong dollars, the lowest point after World War II. At the beginning of 1951, the United States bluntly stated that it would not destroy the interests of its allies.

It is an important part of the US global strategy. Thanks to the US attitude, Hong Kong securities trading volume reached 83 million Hong Kong dollars in the first half of the year, exceeding the annual trading volume in 1950. However, the Hong Kong embargo order was strengthened afterwards, and the United States clearly supported Japan to suppress Hong Kong, resulting in a decline in trading volume in the second half of the year. The annual trading volume was finally frozen at 140 million Hong Kong dollars. The outside world analyzed that the trading volume this year will not exceed 100 million Hong Kong dollars. Song Tianyao said to Tang Boqi.

Tang Boqi was immediately interested in the series of data that Song Tianyao said. He was from economics and would not think about problems like ordinary investors. Even if the stock market is stagnant or in a slump, he could keenly capture the bright spots.

Just as she was about to continue asking questions and understand the numbers that Song Tianyao said, Tang Boqi suddenly changed his face. She simply raised her middle finger to Song Tianyao again, and cursed at Song Tianyao in Cantonese tone: "Stop! Another time? I also wanted to deliberately attract my appetite. Last time I used stock topics to deceive me like a fool to negotiate cooperation with American channels first, which made me so much behind you. Now I want to seduce me to go to the stock market to invest in searching various data, and then take the opportunity to lose the fake business?"

Seeing the other party reacting, Song Tianyao immediately showed a disappointed expression and sighed: "Look, what's the best thing about smart people? You clearly introduce you to a wealth path, but you just said that I'll catch your appetite and hurt you."

Tang Boqi felt sweat almost burst out on his forehead. Song Tianyao was frustrated. This guy thought about people's hearts too carefully and considered his preferences. He knew that he was interested in stocks and spoke out the Hong Kong stock market environment and some data. When the data was just revealed, Tang Boqi had to admit that he was very moved by himself who was interested in the stock market and had the urge to learn more about the Hong Kong stock market.

Even if you are an idiot, if you don’t buy stocks and pay for the brokerage seat on the exchange, you can make a small profit if you just wait for the stock market to rise slightly.

However, stock business is extremely energy-consuming and time-consuming. If you make money in the early stage, you will naturally unconsciously tend to invest more energy and time in it. The remaining Tang Jingyuan and Tang Wenbao and his son will deal with fake business and face Song Tianyao?

Tang Boqi felt that the father and son might have no money in the end, and he didn't know how he was so bankrupt by Song Tianyao.

"Maybe there are some opportunities in the stock market, but I think the chance of fake business is greater now." Tang Boqi relaxed himself and said with a smile to Song Tianyao: "If you want to pull me into the quagmire, I must keep an eye on you and give up."
Chapter completed!