I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 160 Justice of the Peace
New Territories.

Kwun Tong, Cha Kwo Ling, Shanjiao, Mau Ping Village.

In the 80s, Xiangjiang, like the mainland, had an extremely unbalanced development. The urban area was full of high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and prosperity, while the suburbs were trapped in fishing, farming, poor roads, and poverty.

A large number of young and middle-aged people in Mau Ping Village went to Kowloon and Central to work. The remaining middle-aged people, those who have land, can still farm, and the family members on the sea are drifting away all year round.

Zhang Guobin took a car and took three vans, carrying firewood, rice, oil and salt, to visit poor families and deliver food.

Maoping Village suffered a fire last year, and more than [-] households were displaced. The government allocated [-] resettlement funds to restore the village to its original state. Smoked traces.

Zhang Guobin has several Kwun Tong Tsai under his command. Last year, he asked the association to borrow a usury loan to renovate the old house. Zhang Guobin knew about the burning house in Maoping Village. After waiving the interest of the Kwun Tong Tsai, he chose Maoping Village to visit.

Zhang Guobin, Cheng Long, Hong Jingbao, sitting in the hall of a wooden house, accompanied by an old woman, roasting charcoal fire, chatting about family affairs, the village head of Maoping Village, "Zhong Xiangqun", a gentry from the New Territories, heard that a big boss was going, so he was not invited Under the circumstances, he took the initiative to bring two middle-aged people to accompany him.

The old woman was wrapped in a blue and white quilt, with a stooped figure, spreading her wrinkled hands, quietly laying in front of the fire barrel, with a smile on her face.

More than a dozen brothers from Minghaishe, wearing suits and sunglasses, with their hands behind their backs, stood guarding the door of the old house with solemn expressions.

Li Chenghao held a bag of rice in his left hand, three barrels of oil in his right hand, and a bag full of fruits in his arms. He stepped across the threshold and placed the supplies at the door of the firehouse.

The old woman pursed her lips and opened her mouth to thank you in out-of-key Cantonese: "Thank you so much, thank you so much."

Her vocabulary is very lacking, either she does not speak, or she just says thank you, but her eyes are very innocent, like a child.

Cheng Long looked around the house cleverly, reached into his brown jacket, and quietly took out a red envelope.

Zhang Guobin picked up a cup of tea on the table and handed it to him: "Aaron, have a cup of tea."

There were two knocks on the edge of the old teacup, and a few pieces of broken tea leaves floated at the bottom of the cup, but the cup was cleaned very clean.

Cheng Long loosened the red envelope in his pocket unexpectedly, took the teacup instead, and said, "Okay, Mr. Zhang."

On the way, a squire from the New Territories was wearing a suit, carrying a leather bag, picked up a phone call with his mobile phone, turned around and came back to complain: "Excuse me, Mr. Cheng, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Hong, there are justices of the peace coming to the village to pay New Year's greetings. I will go to receive them first." Let's go to the seafood restaurant for dinner..."

"No need, Mr. Zhong, please go ahead." Zhang Guobin was warming to the fire, smiling, and politely refused. Zhong Xiangqun didn't force it, and nodded politely: "Okay, I'll take my leave first."

He left in a hurry with two people, preparing to meet the high-status justice of the peace. After half an hour, Li Chenghao walked into the room carrying a bundle of firewood, and put the firewood in the corner regardless of the cleanliness of his white suit.

After Zhang Guobin asked his subordinates to help the old woman clean the room, he took Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao to leave.

Before leaving, the old woman held Zhang Guobin's hand, wiped her tears with the other hand, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, you are really a good person."

The old man always weeps when he speaks, and it takes another quarter of an hour to say goodbye.

A group of people stepped on the yellow dirt road, and Cheng Long asked in puzzlement: "Zhang Sheng, can't I get the red envelopes?"

He just understood what Zhang Guobin meant, and didn't take out any more red envelopes. Zhang Guobin looked ahead and walked on the road: "Aaron, I'm very happy that you have kindness, but not all good deeds are good deeds. Mrs. Chen Staying alone in the old house, not going out of the village all the year round, and my son going out to sea all year round, how can she keep the red envelope you gave me?"

"Not to mention being robbed, but the people in the village know that she is rich, and maybe when they help buy rice and vegetables, they will cut an extra piece."

Cheng Long experienced a difficult life when he was young, but he still didn't know the plight of the lonely and widowed old man. Immediately after hearing this, he felt scared: "Those three squires are just watching."

"Zhang Sheng, what you said makes sense." He nodded and admitted, "It's because I didn't think carefully."

"So, when I come to visit the New Territories, I only bring some grain, oil and fruits, and ask my brothers to help clean the house and chop some firewood. We can't change the rest." Zhang Guobin wore a red tie and was well-dressed.

"Mr. Zhang, I have an idea." Hong Jingbao walked with a big belly, walking like a dragon and a tiger, with a domineering posture.

But he kept his hands bound and walked on the right side, two steps behind Zhang Guobin. At this moment, his eyes showed some thought, and he said, "Can we strengthen and renovate the old house of Shouzhai in Maoping Village? The house has a fresh coat of paint on the outside, and some houses have not even been painted."

"Huh?" Zhang Guobin looked surprised, and looked back at Hong Jingbao: "Brother Bao, you have a good idea."

Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao were able to take the time to come and visit the widowed elderly together, Zhang Guobin was already very satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of thing, if someone wants to come, naturally they will not stop it.

Now, Hong Jingbao is willing to take the initiative to contribute, which is really unexpected.

Hong Jingbao said very seriously: "This amount of money is actually not much, I am willing to pay for it personally."

"In the final analysis, this is a matter for the government. The government allocates too little funds, and it is inevitable that there will be some misappropriation of funds. I originally just wanted to come to see and do my best, but if Brother Bao is willing, I can also contribute a little money." As long as someone does good deeds, Zhang Guobin never hesitates to say honorifics, and he donates money alone. First, the company will continue to develop in the near future. Second, the charity needs people to use it rationally, so that the money will land and become a real thing.

Charity funds are the easiest place to breed corruption.

The Children's Charity Fund is also supervised by the government. The Independent Commission Against Corruption checks the accounts all the year round, but the non-governmental charity foundation can just laugh it off.

But now if there are other people joining, the situation is different.

"Zhang Sheng, I am also willing to donate a sum of money." Cheng Long seized the opportunity and interjected.

"Okay, first open an account and put the money in the state guest building. Ah Hao, you are in charge of watching it. When the charity project is implemented, send the financial report and information to Mr. Hong. Mr. Cheng will look at it. We make money and spend it. The money is spent, and we will never do things to collect money under the banner of charity." Zhang Guobin ordered in a solemn voice.

Li Chenghao swept the sawdust from the corner of his clothes with his hands, and immediately said: "Understood, Zhang Sheng, leave this matter to me."

"Hmm." Zhang Guobin nodded, feeling very relieved about Ahao's way of doing things!
Especially in this kind of thing...

Now, one or two people join, maybe ten or twenty in the future.

Zhang Guobin is not in a hurry to develop a so-called charitable fund, but feels that the entertainment industry makes money faster. If he can use his own influence as a basis to draw some charity funds and do some practical things for the lowest-level citizens of Xiangjiang, it would be a good choice.

When a group of people passed by the entrance of the village, they happened to bump into a justice of the peace from the New Territories who came to take pictures. The justice of the peace, wearing a suit, wearing glasses, and combing his hair parted in the middle, was standing at the entrance of the village with a mighty twenty-odd people. A villager, among a few old people, was smiling and looking at the camera, but the leather shoes were clean and tidy, and there was really no dirt on them.

Zhang Guobin turned his head and took a look, and was surprised to find that this justice of the peace was a middle-aged woman, who looked like a pork chop, and seemed to have a ghostly husband, and his behavior towards the other party was not subjective. understandable!

Li Chenghao opened the car door for him, and Zhang Guobin got into the car.

Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao sat in a business car at the back, and the boys got into the van. The squire Zhong Xiangqun saw a group of stars from DreamWorks. The boss left and came up to see him off. Yes, the Justice of the Peace led a group of entourages, got into the car at the same time, and left Maoping Village, and the team followed the DreamWorks team.

"Brother Bao, do you think of setting up a charity fund?" Cheng Long sat in the business car, smoking a cigar, twisting his shoulders, and lying down in a comfortable position.

"I had a whim." Hong Jingbao replied casually.

"This is really a good way to build a relationship with Mr. Zhang." Cheng Long beamed with joy, and said happily: "Our contract is signed in Golden Harvest, but we can maintain our relationship with Mr. Zhang through the charity fund..."

"You think too much." Hong Jingbao put a blank face, and gave him a white look: "I was only influenced by Mr. Zhang, and I really wanted to do something."

"That's it..." Cheng Long sighed a little, with disbelief in his eyes: "It's exactly the same as me."

Intentionally or not, Cheng Long has already started to learn from Boss Zhang, trying to build prestige in the film industry and become an admirable big brother.

But he was undoubtedly a little tender in front of Hong Jingbao.

Li Chenghao was in the car, but he didn't choose what to say, and said directly with disdain: "Bing Ge, that New Territories Justice of the Peace came to New Territories to act!"

"Push at your mother, you don't act seriously, and you just get angry when you watch it."

"Ah Hao, don't be like this." Zhang Guobin's expression remained the same, and he persuaded him broadly: "Nowadays, the justices of the peace are all ghosts, and they are not upright at all. If they don't face us Chinese, they will do the right thing?"

"Just go through the motions and know what's in your mind."

"If you ask me, the Hong Kong government might as well award you a justice of the peace." Li Chenghao said angrily, "You take this position!"

"Hehe, before 97, there was no real big boss to be a justice of the peace." Zhang Guobin pondered the ring in his hand, smiled playfully, but said the truth. An official honor for people with important status can be understood as a non-hereditary, low-level title. Before 97, it was awarded to many Xiangjiang tycoons and celebrities, but few actually received it. Most justices of the peace were in the After 97, the SAR government inherited the honor of "JP" and reissued it before accepting it.

"If you give me this position, I won't do it!" Zhang Guobin said disdainfully.

　Ask for a monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)