After sending two Indians away, Song Tianyao rubbed his eyebrows and sat at the desk. Lou Fengyun walked in from outside: "Didn't you let Fu Yixing and Chao Yongyi's local snakes at the docks find out long ago that these two Indians currently have nearly 100,000 braids in the warehouse of the docks in Hong Kong? What else do you think about?"

Song Tianyao took the coffee that was gradually warm and cool, took a sip, ignored Lou Fengyun's question, and was silent for a while before speaking, "Where is Master Hui? Let him come to see me, I asked him to help with some things. I lacked people at hand. Now it seems that Master Hui's failure is better than having it. He is doing things in a sloppy manner, but at least he is loyal enough to not think about it."

Lou Fengyun wanted to laugh when she mentioned Master Hui's expression to Song Tianyao, who was full of impatient but helpless expression, so she walked to the table and dialed the number of Master Hui's Tianming Company. After the other side was connected, she called Master Hui to listen to the phone. Lou Fengyun said, "A Hui, A Yao wants to talk to you."

As he spoke, Lou Fengyun handed the phone receiver to Song Tianyao. Song Tianyao took his hand away from his eyebrows and took the phone: "Sir Hui?"

Lou Fengyun walked behind Song Tianyao and gently rubbed his forehead and eyebrows for him. Recently, Song Tianyao rubbed his forehead and forehead more and more times, and he didn't know what he was thinking all day long.

"Mr. Song?" The voice of Master Hui on the other side of the phone rang: "You can find me?"

"What are you doing now?" Song Tianyao asked casually.

Master Hui said without thinking about it: "Me? I just took a shower because I was sweating. When I heard you call me, I just put on my pants..."

"Stop! I ask you what serious business you are doing now, whether you are busy or not, can you take time? I don't want to know if you take a shower!"

"Uh... I'm working together with Miss Wanqing's old Mr. Meng to build a garment factory recently. I'm working on a military uniform for the barracks. Mr. Meng is watching the factory. I'm only responsible for helping to run errands between the garment factory and barracks, measuring the size, etc. Mr. Song asked me to do something?" Shi Ye Hui heard Song Tianyao scold him there, and he didn't even feel uncomfortable at all, and his tone was not fluctuating. It can be seen that he was used to scolding Song Tianyao.

"Do you still remember that Indian guy was the one who told you about George Xia doing business with the Japanese when he fell in Hong Kong, and then you spread it among the various barracks?" Song Tianyao asked with a slow breath.

When the other party was indifferent, Song Tianyao was too lazy to curse again. He couldn't change Master Hui, so he had to learn to adapt to the bastard's inconvenience.

"It's very early, I think about it... I was just delivering food to the barracks. You asked me which barracks had the best relationship with the barracks. I said it was George Xia. You asked me to find someone to find out the news. I was also an Indian... Remember! Mediller, Indian man Mediller, at that time, he also barracks from the barracks. He said that George Xia was doing business with the Japanese army, and that guy had a bad relationship with George Xia. He always said that George Xia's family killed him." Shi Ye Hui recalled for a while and finally remembered a name.

Speaking of this, Master Hui couldn't help but admire himself. Originally, the Indian man, George Xia, was trusted by the quarantine officers in the barracks, and that guy knew how to speak English. However, Song Tianyao asked Master Hui to inquire about George Xia. As a result, in a few days, all the barracks in Hong Kong, Kowloon and the New Territories knew that George Xia had done business with the Japanese army when he fell in Hong Kong. This made George Xia immediately distant from the various barracks. British officials were too lazy to pay attention to George Xia. The culprit was Master Hui, who relied on a mouth like a tongue-in-law, spreading George Xia's dark history. Whenever he thought of this, Master Hui couldn't help but compare this matter with Song Tianyao's design to deal with the Zhang family. He believed that he had 50% wise Secretary Song and knew how to gossip behind his back.

If Song Tianyao knew that Shi Ye Hui regarded his plot in his mind as a chewing gag behind his back, he might not be able to help but kill him.

"Do you know that the person named Medijang is now in Biandu?" Song Tianyao continued to ask.

Master Hui thought for a moment: "Remember, remember, other Indians live in Moro Street, but Medi lets the whole family live in Tuzhang Street in Shanghuan Street, open an Indian restaurant and a bicycle shop, and do a bicycle repair and sale business."

"Go to see him and tell him that Hong Kong hair is very profitable now. You are going to cooperate with him. He is responsible for transporting hair from India. You are responsible for selling it. Each braid of 30 cm is priced at one Hong Kong dollar. If you think the price is small, you can talk about it again." Song Tianyao gently held Lou Fengyun with his left hand to help him rub his eyebrows. Thinking of the thoughts in his mind, he said slowly: "I heard that you received the news that the hair sold by George Xia is too expensive. If there is a factory, you are not going to pick up goods from him. You are going to change to Indians to supply goods. You know a few factory owners and ask him if he has any way, can he get hair from India and make money together. If he doesn't believe it, tell him that the factory can sign a contract of 10,000 braids first, and pay cash immediately when the goods arrive in Hong Kong."

"Uh...ah..." After hearing Song Tianyao's orders, Master Hui did not hang up the phone and acted immediately. Instead, various onotropical words appeared out of his mouth on the other side of the phone.

Song Tianyao frowned: "Are you shit? Pu's mother, who is hello? You say what you say!"

"Mr. Song, the money for ten thousand braids... Is it not necessary for Tianming Company to advance payment first? You also know that I have just opened a garment factory and I have already borrowed 500,000 yuan. Now I am already scared every day..."

"You're eating shit!" Song Tianyao was so angry that he was so angry that his master Hui was so angry that this guy's brain circuit was probably smaller than a cockroach. He told him to do things, and he first considered who would pay the contract. He did it, and it seemed like he would cheat 10,000 yuan from Tianming Company in an unknown way: "I will cheat you 10,000 yuan? Of course, it's the factory. After you get it done, you can take the contract to the factory to get it with Sister Yun!"

"Hehe, I know, I'm going to eat shit... No, I'm going to do it, Mr. Song." With the affirmative reply that Song Tianyao didn't need to pay out of his own pocket, Master Hui hung up the phone refreshedly.

Song Tianyao and others couldn't help laughing when they put down the phone, closed their eyes and said to Lou Fengyun: "If Master Hui suddenly becomes normal one day and no longer scolded by me, I guess I may not be used to it."

...

Dijen Mejini, an Indian known as Medijen in Hong Kong, was squatting in front of a bicycle and checking the chain on the car. When he was thirty-five years old this year, he is now the parent of Medijen's family. Before the fall of Hong Kong, his family opened an Indian restaurant and a foreign store to make a living. Among the Indians in Hong Kong, he is considered to be the middle class.

His father died during the fall of Hong Kong and was killed by the Japanese military police for providing batteries such as controlled materials to the British army. The Mejini family did run a battery business before, but the British army had already fled because the Japanese entered Hong Kong. How could his father provide batteries to the British army?

He didn't know which Japanese killed his father, but he knew that most of the goods in foreign goods stores were plundered by the Japanese army, and the rest were sold to George Sha at cheap by the Japanese. So although there was no evidence, Dijen Mejini always stubbornly believed that the real murderer of his father's death should be George Sha's family, who coveted his business.

In fact, my father also wanted to do business with the Japanese, but he was one step slower at that time and was snatched by George Xia.

"Boss Mei." A voice sounded from the intersection of Tuzhang Street and Desvoy Road. Medijang turned around and looked back. A Chinese man in a suit and leather crawler with black-framed glasses was rushing towards him on his bicycle. There was a leather briefcase hanging on the handlebars, shaking.

"Yes... it's Gao, Mr. Gao." Meizheni was stunned for a moment, stood up and thought for a while before remembering who the other party was.

It was a friend that Medi met when he gave to barter with various barracks. At that time, many people bartered from barracks and took advantage of the British barracks. This Chinese with a high surname was met when he was barracks. We had talked to each other for many days. Before, when Medi asked some of the barracks to barracks, the other party bought the tobacco and alcohol in his hands at a higher market price, which was considered to be a friend of him at that time.

"It's better to call me Ah Hui." Shi Ye Hui got off his bicycle, walked to Medijen with a briefcase, took out a cigarette and handed it to the other party, and said with a smile: "It's the easiest to find you. Other Indians like to live in Moro Street, only you are willing to live here."

Medi asked to look at Shi Yehui. When everyone was barking in the military camp together, Shi Yehui was still a coolie dress wearing coarse clothes and carrying a shoulder pole to deliver goods. If it weren't for the barter at that time, Shi Yehui was the only one wearing glasses. Medi made him dare not believe that the person in front of him was the same person as Shi Yehui who delivered vegetables to the barracks half a year ago.

He first wiped his hands with a towel full of black and dirty oil stains, then took Shi Yehui's cigarette and spoke curiously: "Mr. Gao, what business are you doing now... now?"

"I will do whatever business makes money. Hello, find a place, I will tell you something, and I will take good care of you if I have something to do." After Master Hui helped the two of them light cigarettes, he said to Medi Rang in a low voice.

"Then go to my restaurant, there is no one now." Medi Rang said strangely when he saw Master Hui looking mysterious.

He took Shi Ye Hui into an empty restaurant. Shi Ye Hui sniffed the smell of curry filling it, and his nose was unacceptable: "Boss Mei, if you sell Indian food, you should go to Moro Street. The whole street is full of Chinese people. Are you used to eating curry?"

"What the hell is it that I'm looking for me? I haven't seen you for so long, you seem to have changed someone and made money?" Medi told Master Hui to sit in a seat and asked Master Hui.

Master Hui lowered his voice and said, "Do you know what is the most popular Hong Kong recently?"

"Gold? Drugs? Oil?" Medi Rang said a few casually perfunctory things. He actually didn't believe how much Shi Ye Hui could do in half a year, and if Chinese people have good things, would they be willing to take care of an Indian?

Shi Ye Hui shook his head and said with a serious face: "Hair, long hair, especially the long hair of Indians."

When Medi Ryan heard Master Hui talk about his hair, he was stunned: "What kind of Indian long hair?"

"You haven't heard of it? Do you remember Xia George, who was barking to the barracks together?" Master Hui said to Medijang.

Hearing the three words "George Xia", Medi's face darkened: "What's wrong with him?"

"He is getting rich now. That guy comes to Hong Kong by transporting his hair from India and selling it to a wig factory. A long braid is sold for one Hong Kong dollar. Now he is the big boss." Shi Yehui stared at Medijang with his eyes straight at Medijang, almost flashing light, and said excitedly: "I have received news that George Xia is going to raise the price of hair recently. Several factories are dissatisfied with the price after the price increase and want to find a new source of goods. Some factories have asked me if I can get hair, so I came to you, just to ask you, George Xia is going to get hair from India, you are also an Indian, do you have any way? Let's get rich together? As long as you can get hair and a factory has already expressed your opinion, you can sign a contract of 10,000 Hong Kong dollars."
Chapter completed!