money player

Chapter 205 Love rival?
"I'm afraid it will take too long and it won't be easy to find out who is doing the trick."

"Sister-in-law, since eldest brother said to wait until he comes back to deal with it, he will naturally know what's going on, so you don't have to be too impatient."

"I know, let's wait until the master comes back. The real owner must be careful and don't disconnect the line."

"No." Xian Yaowu nodded, "Sister-in-law, after I leave, you should be careful. My elder brother said that if you give up your wealth, you will never give up your life. As long as your life is still there, you can get everything back."

Cen Peipei smiled and said, "Uncle, you are serious. I will take care of myself, but uncle, be careful on the road."

"I will."

Late at night, Xian Yaowu stood on the rooftop smoking, and Qi Longdao came to him quietly.

"Su Lizhen."

"Everything is normal. No problems were found. I play cards and go to department stores. In recent days, Guolong has been more frequent with Heshenghe. It seems that a fat sheep has come from the mainland. It is very good for gambling. Many people are worried about it. "

"Prince Hui from Prince Edward Road?"

"it's him."

"Hey, when I was still in Bao'an, many people in the team were gambling and smoking, but my eldest brother never let me touch it, and he wouldn't touch it himself. These two things are harmful to people. I forget the day when my eldest brother and I Su Lizhen also went shopping. It had just rained that day and there was water on the ground. A Ford splashed water all over us, and the driver even stopped and scolded us for being little redheads;

At that time, I wanted to go up and beat up the driver, but my elder brother stopped me. He told me that the quality of the Shanghainese people who come to Hong Kong varies. They are good at smoking and gambling, and those who like to go to nightclubs will soon go to the streets to beg for food.

Brother is right, I have already done a lot of work in drafting the transfer documents, but Shanghai guys are selling the properties. In less than a year, all the property was lost. Gambling hurts people. "

Xian Yaowu talked for a while, and then directly pointed to the topic, "I have heard many times that fish sellers are better than Pai Gow and Zi Hua. My elder brother said that gamblers are unreliable. Move them away and check again to see if they have borrowed money from loan sharks. .”

"What if there is?"

"I'll pay him back the first time I borrow him. I'll keep him under observation. If he does it again, I'll let him go. If it's not the first time, I'll just let him go."

"it is good."

"Shaobing, I'm not here, the family depends on you, so be careful."

"Don't worry, I'm at home and everything will be fine."

After leaving the Olympia Convention and Exhibition Center, Xian Yaowen went to the bookstore and bought a copy of "Trading Unions and Strikes" by Thomas Joseph Downing. On the way to Jerome Street in the car, he turned to page 35 and drew a wavy line under a famous quote. .

"Once there is an appropriate profit, capital becomes bold. If there is 10% profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is 20% profit, it will become active; if there is 50% profit, it will take risks; for 100 With a profit of 300%, it dares to trample all human laws; with a profit of %, it dares to commit any crime and even risk hanging.

It encourages unrest and strife if it brings profits. Smuggling and the slave trade are proof of this. "

In the next two sentences, he drew two wavy lines.

Tang Ning, Marx’s business target, neither understands economics nor capital, but has a deep insight into human nature. Only the nouveau riche behave like this when faced with profits, but capital does not. Let alone 300% profit, which is 30000 %, capital will not take the risk of being hanged. It is the thinking logic of capital to stand on the commanding heights of justice, form a monopoly, and let the law protect itself.

The first sentence is enough to look at Le Yile, but the second sentence is a bit interesting. Investing in careerists in Africa and Latin America is a good business, but the threshold of this business is a bit high. With his current strength, he dives in. He will only become a scapegoat, convicted of war crimes and crimes against humanity.

A lion is not guilty of eating a zebra, but a zebra kicking a lion is a crime of serious injury. The tiger judge and the hyena jury are strangely angry. Which one of them is not the victim, and which one has not been hurt by the zebra.

It turns out that zebras have horns because the law does not allow them to hide offensive weapons. This is to prevent zebras from causing too much bloodshed when fighting each other and destroying the harmonious and friendly atmosphere of the grassland country.

Looking forward to the future and thinking about the present, Xian Yaowen sorted out his small goals one by one. Very few of them have been completed, only two, and there are many unfinished ones, one after another.

After making a big deal in New York, Xian Yaowen could feel that his subconscious was a little relaxed. No, he brought out cold water to sober himself up.

After waking up a little, he turned the book to the title page and read it carefully word by word.

Although he is not interested in Tang Ning, he is still a well-known figure and has many followers. Understanding Tang Ning's theoretical thoughts can help him understand the thinking of a large group of people. Only by understanding can he become better. Only when the earth serves them can the karma associated with their wealth ownership—the right to use it—be purified.

He read very slowly and had to review many sentences. When the car came to Dian Street, he had not finished reading a page. When passing by No. 28, he raised his eyes and looked at the third floor of the building on the street. Teacher Ma was here. After living here for five years, % of the masterpiece "Das Kapital" was written here. "Let's talk to Connells Kim and see if we can buy this building."

The thought flashed across his mind, and he put away the book and scanned the shops on both sides of the street. Compared to the last time he came here, there were more Chinese signs, each one telling the origin of the boss.

When the car entered Juelu Street, there were more Chinese signboards, connected into a strip. Although the strip was less than ten meters, there were three signboards. Now that restaurants, laundry, and living facilities are available, the number of Chinese living here must have increased a lot.

He got off the car on the side of the road, walked up the stairs, and arrived at the door of his apartment. The laughter and laughter in the house invaded through the thin wooden door.

There were a lot of people listening, probably having a party.

After hesitating for a moment, Xian Yaowen was about to turn around and leave. The wooden door opened and a man stepped out. Hepburn, who had just released her hand from the door handle, was about to say goodbye to him. Suddenly, she saw him out of the corner of her eye.

Hepburn's face showed surprise, and she rushed into Xian Yaowen's arms, "Why didn't you notify me in advance when you came to London?"

"Because of a love rival."

Xian Yaowen replied with a smile and looked at the man standing aside. From the man's eyes, he could see seven parts jealousy and three parts jealousy.

Hepburn hooked Xian Yaowen's neck and whispered on his cheek, "Who is the love rival?"

Xian Yaowen patted Hepburn on the head, gently pushed her aside, and walked up to the man, "Hello, I am Adam Hepburn."

"James Hanson."

There was no trace of enthusiasm in the man's voice.

"Want to leave?"

"British-Iranian Petroleum (BP) needs a batch of trucks, and I need to deal with them." Hansen said calmly.

The bland words struck Xian Yaowen's ears, but they were full of flavor. Translated in the correct way, he was saying, "I am a person who does business with Anglo-Iranian Oil. Who are you?"

"Oh, it's such a pity that I didn't have the chance to have a drink with you." Xian Yaowen pointed to the wooden door, "This is my home, welcome to come often."

"I will." Hansen stretched out his right hand towards Xian Yaowen, "Mr. Hepburn, you are also welcome to visit my home. I live in Islington."

Islington is a traditional affluent area in London. If you can live there, your family will not be too thin. The subtext in Hansen's words is self-evident.

Xian Yaowen politely stretched out his right hand and shook Hansen's hand, "Thank you, Mr. Hansen, for the invitation. I will bring flowers and red wine when you are a guest."

"See you."

"Goodbye."

When the sound of Hansen's footsteps on the stairs disappeared, Hepburn closed the wooden door and looked at Xian Yaowen with a sly expression, "Adam, are you jealous?"

"Yes, I'm jealous." Xian Yaowen answered truthfully.

"I like hearing you say that." Hepburn hung back on Xian Yaowen's neck, her face turned sad, "When you left last year, you said you wouldn't have time to come to London until next year. I thought it was January or February, but who knew it was June?" Yue, why didn't you tell me when you came? Do you want to give me a surprise or want to discover something?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

Hepburn answered affirmatively with her eyes.

"The truth is long. You can go back and continue your party. We can talk slowly during dinner."

"Okay, let me introduce you to my friend."

(End of this chapter)