My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1145 The Wind Rises

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In an ordinary market teahouse in Clear Water Bay, the electric fan on the ceiling rotates slowly, and the ribbons stuck to it drive away flies and insects in time.

A few idle old men chatted about finances while drinking tea while holding newspapers.

"Hey, now the number 1024 is really closed, and the stock price is all the way up."

"Is it really so powerful? I just read a newspaper and wrote that its stock price will drop? Be careful that the coffin board will lose..."

"Crazy line, let me tell you that you don't understand the stock market. This is clearly the news that those short sellers are walking around. You know that Big M is like the leader of all retail investors. Now many celebrities are buying. You can ask the nearby TV city The TVB employees who go to work, they all know..."

"Look, several newspaper offices were smashed, and the investment institutions represented by short sellers all gave speeches, emphasizing that the stock price will definitely be destroyed!"

"Huh? These gangs just don't want us to make money! Why don't they cut the telephone line of the exchange?"

"Uncle Shui, really, look, many institutions refuse to help retail investors buy stock No. 1024?"

There was a gust of heat coming from the door, and several uncles who were discussing Zhenghuan looked up, and found that it was an ordinary ghost-looking person, and they were not interested in this, and continued to discuss stocks enthusiastically.

Everyone knows that Mecca, the leader, is doing well. In the past few days, there has been a fight between the long and the short, and the market's attention is all focused on the E7 culture.

The clamor of many retail investors rushed forward one after another, causing E7 culture to act as a knight of justice to punish evil capital institutions, which also made more people invest money in it to take advantage of it.

Fans of many celebrities also followed suit. Although the idols did not call on them to buy, they did not refuse, right?

This is obviously the default!

Many fans who buy it and earn it have shouted the slogan: Idol will make me rich, which also attracted many non-shareholder passers-by who pay attention to entertainment stars.

To put it in a fashionable way: out of the circle!

Although the stockholders are all gamblers, they still have some common sense, but these outsiders are really "barbarians" incarnate, and they all have the idea of ​​taking them away. It's a joy to invest money!
This may be the earliest derivation of the interests of the rice circle culture, right?

In Hong Kong Island, the rudiments of the fan circle have long existed. Isn’t the Tan Zhang struggle between brother Zhang Guoying and principal Tan Yonglin the best evidence?Even...beyond has been affected by this trend recently.

More and more enthusiasm that beyond fans can't mess with.

"Su sir is so free, why hide here to drink tea?" Wei Li glanced at the plastic chair next to him holding a newspaper, and took the initiative to sit down.

This person is a member of Hua Zhi's board of directors and a representative of minority shareholders.

In order to avoid being followed by paparazzi, Su Liyao did not choose a particularly popular place, but chose such a simple and ordinary tea room.

"Longjing or Pu'er?"

"Longjing, I'm not used to drinking Pu'er." Wei Li smiled, holding the side of the cup with his hand, and leaned over to accept Su Liyao's tea.

"Hua Zhi held a shareholder meeting, and his representative proposed additional financing."

"I... I heard about it too."

Su Liyao smiled calmly, "Big Liu Sheng has a really good appetite, and the pattern is also big. While playing E7 culture with me, he is still thinking about Huazhi's right to speak..."

"Our minority shareholders are all on your side, Sir Su." Wei Li complimented, "I personally admire Su Sir's wrist very much. I hope that Su Sir can also succeed in the first place."

"Our focus is nothing more than the industry, and Huazhi still asks Sir Wei to take care of it. Since Da Liusheng wants to increase financing in a hurry, then I will naturally help Sir Wei. Don't worry, I have security in terms of funds."

Su Liyao didn't flatter the other party, but smiled and gave himself a verbal promise.

"However, Su sir, in this way, your financial pressure..."

Seeing Su Liyao looking at him with a smile on his face, Ghost Wei Li quickly waved his hands, "Hey, I'm talking nonsense again. But since Su sir promised, then we agree to his plan. At that time, we will have to rely on Su sir..."

"It's right that we rely on Sir Wei. I think Huazhi should be handed over to someone who really knows how to do it." Su Liyao promised.

"Then replace wine with tea..."

The two touched lightly, Wei Li greeted with a smile, turned around and left the tea room, and sat on Ping Zhi at the door.

Behind the back of the chair, Wu Xiaozu put down the newspaper, took a sip from his teacup, and glanced at the Shaw Brothers studio not far away. There was a scene for "Big Brother" there, and he stopped by today to scout the scene.

"Boss." Su Liyao changed seats.

"This ghost doesn't know much about basic business etiquette, but he's quite secretive. Since he wants to see our strength, let's show him a card..." Wu Xiaozu said with a smile.

"My side has also been putting pressure on Liu, and he has basically grasped the fundraising situation. The biggest variable is that—" Su Liyao glanced at the 'Hutchison' telecommunications business posted on the wall of the tea room leaflets.

Wu Xiaozu sipped his teacup and looked up at the spinning ceiling fan, "I'm not worried about cash flow, not to mention that I have already considered this level at the beginning, and the other party also intends to go north, and a large amount of money is spent on the port.

But your thinking makes sense.Be prepared...quick wins. "

"Okay." Su Liyao thought for a while, then nodded, "Then I'll prepare first."

"Go, yes, I won't go back to eat at night."

Wu Xiaozu watched Su Liyao leave in an ordinary car, and read the newspaper with a smile.

Sure enough, he was in a hurry, and all tricks came up.

Smash the newspaper office, drive away the gathering of retail investors, and make the relevant institutions refuse to buy from retail investors... Sure enough, whenever these people are shameless, they are equally embarrassing.

...

On the sea, the lone moon hangs in the sky, and the waves follow the wind.

一艘长约100尺近30多米的Azimut的豪华游艇与略远二三海里的另一艘82尺SanLorenzo游艇一前一后自西贡匡湖居用大约17节-20节的速度朝着奥门行驶。

The white sea water was impacted by the hull, the crest turned up white foam, and the waves curled up.

Wu Xiaozu sagely sat on the circular sofa with his legs crossed, with a cigar between his hands and red wine on the table, looking at the TV program hanging on the opposite side peacefully.

Not far away, three group sports enthusiasts, Hu Yinmeng, Zhang Xiaohui, and Guan Zhilin, all blushed, were discussing the latest fashion topics while tasting wine.

It's a gambling party, so naturally bring wild flowers to entertain.

Ok?
Mrs. B is the flower of Brother B's family?Please, have something to do with Wu?He has a bottom line, and he will never take the initiative to destroy other people's relationship between husband and wife... It's just a hot friend.

The atmosphere throughout the cabin is relaxed.

"got windy?"

"Boss, the Meteorological Observatory said that the sea wind will reach 10.8-13.8m/s tonight, and a strong wind of 17.2-20.7m/s may gradually form in the early morning." Ah Wen who walked in from the door answered truthfully.

"The wind speed is very fast, how long will it take to get to Omen?"

"About five minutes."

"Then you go and arrange it."

"Good boss."

Feeling the turbulence of the hull, Wu Xiaozu turned sideways and looked at the turbulent sea outside the window. As far as he could see, he could see the yacht not far away, with a smile on his lips.

About half an hour later, the yacht slowly moored at the Taipa Wharf. It can be seen that many ships and fishing boats have entered the harbor for shelter.

There were already several cars waiting at the pier.

"boss?"

Ah Wen looked at Wu Xiaozu who was standing by the pier, and reminded him aloud, but found that the latter did not answer, but looked at another yacht that was docked with interest.

a few minutes.

The elegant Xu family wife He Chaoqiong led the assistant team off the yacht.

Two-phase eyes meet head-on.

One smiled slightly, and the other faced each other coldly.

"I really thought that the master's hospitality always has to wait for a while to be regarded as the landlord's friendship." Wu Xiaozu took the initiative to speak with a wide smile.

Quack... quack...

He Chaoqiong strode past without stopping, very capable.

Wu Xiaozu scratched his ears with his fingers, and glanced at Ah Wen and the bodyguard behind him.

"Wearing a black suit at night is weird..." Wu Xiaozu reprimanded, turned and left.

The bodyguards looked at each other.

Arvin picked his eyes, shrugged towards them, and waved his hands to follow.

When the boss scolds you, it doesn't necessarily mean that you did something wrong, it can only mean that the boss is in a bad mood...

The night gave me black eyes, but I was flickered by Omen's night.

The night in Omen is resplendent and magnificent, the car is driving towards the hotel, the streets are full of feasting lights, and nightingales are scattered on the side of the road.

Through the car window, you can see a homeless man sleeping upside down in his clothes on a chair by the side of the road.

In later generations, partitions were installed on these chairs to prevent lying down.

Finance companies, pawnshops, and second-hand luxury stores are all over the streets.

The wind blew the branches rustling, and the fallen leaves fluttered down, following He Chaoqiong's gaze into the world of mortals.

Perhaps the wind and waves at sea were too heavy, and the cars and horses were exhausted, which made her quite tired and nauseous, and she rested her head on her hands. During this time, she didn't have enough sleep and was under a lot of mental stress.

Thinking of Wu Xiaozu's smiling face in his mind, his chest became tighter.

"Miss, my wife called to say that Mr. Lan will also attend the dance tonight." The secretary on the co-pilot said.

"Uncle will come too?"

He Chaoqiong turned his face sideways, frowned, pressed his temples lightly with his fingertips, and his eyes moved with thought: "Who is in charge of the arrangements for Wu Xiaozu?"

"It seems to be arranged by someone named Xi Miwei."

Ommon Kam Pek Casino.

In the hall, the slot machine continuously swallowed coins along with the music, and the colorful lights like a marquee stimulated many gamblers.

"What are you doing over there?"

A gambler wearing a Polo shirt and combing his hair in threes and sevens pulled the waiter curiously.

Not far away, a few people who looked like bodyguards in black guarded the VIP elevator, and there were many young and Dangerous boys coming in and out.

"There is a poker game upstairs today. I heard that many big names are participating."

"real or fake?"

"That's still false..."

"Will Yin Aju, Situ Lian, Market Wei, Xi Miwei and other influential figures in the Aomen also attend?"

"Who knows, we ordinary waiters are not allowed to go up."

The waiter said a few words and went to the side to continue working. At the same time, he curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Diao... What a f*cking bumpkin who has never seen the market. What kind of big shots are these people... They are nothing in my eyes."

"Oh, K, come here!"

Suddenly someone beckoned to the waiter, it was A Ju's little boss.

Seeing the other party waving, the little waiter nodded and hurriedly trot over.

(End of this chapter)