Rebirth: Outstanding

After sending the two Indians away, Song Tianyao rubbed his eyebrows and sat at the desk, Lou Fengyun walked in from the outside: "You are not letting Fu Yixing and Chao Yongyi, who are at the dock, have already checked it out. The two Indians currently have nearly 100,000 braids in stock in the warehouse in Hong Kong? What more?"

Song Tianyao picked up the gradually warm coffee and took a sip. He ignored Lou Fengyun’s questioning. After a long silence, he said, "Where is Shi Yehui? Let him come to see me. I have something for him to help. There is a shortage of people. It seems that Shi Yehui's rushing to the street now seems better than not. He rushes to the street to do things carelessly, but at least he is loyal enough to not think about it."

Lou Fengyun wanted to laugh at Song Tianyao with an impatient but helpless expression when she mentioned Shi Yehui. He went to the table and dialed the number of Shi Yehui Tianming Company. After the phone was connected, he called Shi Yehui to listen to the call. Lou Fengyun said One sentence: "Ahui, Ayao wants to talk to you."

While speaking, Lou Fengyun handed the receiver of the phone to Song Tianyao. Song Tianyao took his hand away from the center of his eyebrows and answered the call: "Shi Yehui?"

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

"Mr. Song?" Shi Yehui's voice resounded on the phone: "Are you kidding me?"

"Are you a ghost now?" Song Tianyao asked in a casual voice.

Shi Yehui said without even thinking about it over there: "Me? I just took a shower because I was sweating, and when I heard you calling me, I just wore my pants..."

"Push on the street! I ask you what business you are doing now, are you busy, can you spare time? I don't want to know if you wash or take a bath!"

"Uh... Recently, Mr. Dou Meng, who is currently working with Miss Wan Qing, is making a garment factory to produce military uniforms for the barracks. The factory is all monitored by Mr. Meng. I am only responsible for helping to run errands between the garment factory and the barracks, and measure the size. Kind, Mr. Song has something to do for me?” Shi Yehui heard Song Tianyao scolding himself over there, even if he didn't get used to it at all, there was no mood swing in his tone, which shows that he has become accustomed to scolding Song Tianyao.

"Do you still remember that it was the Indian guy who told you about Xia Zuozhi doing business with the Japanese when Hong Kong was occupied, and the one you spread among the barracks?" Song Tianyao took a deep breath and said in a relaxed tone. Asked slowly.

Swearing until the other party is indifferent, Song Tianyao is too lazy to scold him anymore. If he can't change Shi Yehui, he has to learn to adapt to that bastard's inattention.

"It's very early, I think about it... Or when you just delivered food to the barracks, you asked me which barterer had the best relationship with the barracks ghost guy. I said it was Xia Zuozhi. You asked me to find someone to find out the news. When I found it, I was also an Indian... Remember! Medijean, Indian guy Medijean, he also bartered from the barracks at that time, he said that Xia Zuozhi was in business with the Japanese army, and that guy had a close relationship with Xia Zuozhi. Bad, I always talk about Xia Zuozhi's family killing his old bean." Shi Yehui babbled in his mouth for a while, and finally remembered a name.

Speaking of it, Shi Yehui couldn’t help but admire himself about this matter. Originally, the Indian guy Xia Gehui had been in the barracks and was trusted by the quartermaster, and that guy could speak English, but Song Tianyao asked Shi Yehui to inquire about Xia Gehui. In a few days, the barracks on Hong Kong Island, Kowloon, and the New Territories all knew that Xia Zuozhi was doing business with the Japanese army when Hong Kong was occupied. This made Xia Zuozhi immediately alienated the relationship with the barracks, and the British quarters officers didn’t bother to pay attention to Xia. George, and the culprit is his Shi Yehui, relying on a mouthpiece to spread the dark history of Xia Zuozhi like a woman with a long tongue. Whenever he thinks of this, Shi Yehui can’t help but deal with this matter with Song Tianyao’s design. On the same level as Zhang's family, he thinks he already has Secretary Song's 50% resourcefulness, and knows how to chew his tongue behind his back.

If Song Tianyao knew that Shi Yehui used the calculations in his mind as chewing his tongue behind his back, he might have been hacked to death.

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

Master Hui thought for a moment: "Remember, remember, other Indians live on Morro Street, only Medie let his family live on Seal Street in Sheung Wan Market, opened a small Indian restaurant, and Bicycle shop, in the business of repairing and selling bicycles."

"Go to him and tell him that Hong Kong hair is very profitable now. You are going to cooperate with him. He is responsible for shipping hair from India. You are responsible for selling. Each 30cm braid costs 1 Hong Kong dollars. If you think the price is low, you can still Let’s talk.” Song Tianyao gently held Lou Fengyun's hand that helped him knead her eyebrows with his left hand, thinking about the thoughts in his mind, and said slowly: “Just tell him that you have received news that Xia Zuozhi sells hair too expensive, and there are factories. I'm going to get the goods from him again, I'm going to change to an Indian to supply the goods. You know a few factory owners, and ask him if he can get hair from India, and everyone makes money together. If he doesn't believe it, tell him, the factory You can sign a contract for 10,000 braids first, and the goods will arrive in Hong Kong and pay in cash immediately."

"Uh...ah..." After listening to Song Tianyao's instructions, Shi Yehui did not hang up the phone and acted immediately. Instead, various onomatopoeias spun out of his mouth on the phone.

Listening Song Tianyao frowned: "Are you a shit? Pu, your mother, hey, hey, he's called a ghost? Just talk about it!"

"Mr. Song, the money for 10,000 braids... won't it be made by Tianming Company in advance? You know, I have just borrowed 500,000 yuan to open a garment factory, and now I'm scared every day... "

"You're eating shit!" Song Tianyao was so angry that Shi Yehui was so angry that this guy's brain circuit is estimated to be smaller than a cockroach. He ordered him to do something. He first considers who will pay the contract money. Tianming company cheated 10,000 yuan like: "I will lie to you 10,000 yuan? Of course it is from the factory. After you get it done, you can bring the contract to the factory and ask Sister Yun to get it if you need money!"

"Hey, I know, I'm going to eat shit... No, I'm going to do something, Mr. Song." After receiving a positive answer from Song Tianyao that he didn't need to pay for it, Master Hui hung up the phone refreshedly.

Song Tianyao and others couldn't help but laugh when they put down the phone. He closed his eyes and said to Lou Fengyun, "If Shi Yehui is on the street, if one day suddenly becomes normal and is no longer scolded by me, I guess I might not be used to it."

...

Dejean Megeni, an Indian known as Medijean in Hong Kong, was squatting in front of a bicycle and inspecting the chain on the car. When he was thirty-five years old this year, he now belongs to the Megenni family. The parents, the eldest brother, lived in Indian restaurants and foreign goods shops before the fall of Hong Kong, and they were considered middle and upper class among Hong Kong Indians.

His father died during the fall of Hong Kong. He was killed by the Japanese gendarmerie for the charge of supplying controlled materials such as batteries to the British army. The Meijinni family did do the battery business before, but the British army had already fled because the Japanese broke into Hong Kong. How could his father provide batteries for the British army?

He didn't know which Japanese killed his father, but he knew that, except for the Japanese army looting most of the goods in the foreign goods store, the rest were sold cheaply to Xia Zuozhi by the Japanese, so although there is no Evidence, but Djean-Megeny has always stubbornly believed that the real murderer of his father's death should be the Xia Zuozhi family who coveted their business.

In fact, his father also wanted to do business with the Japanese, but he was a step slower at the time and was ahead of him by Xia Zuozhi.

"Boss May." A voice rang from the intersection of Stamp Street and Des Voeux Street, and Medijean turned his head and looked back. A Chinese man in a suit, leather shoes and black-rimmed glasses was rushing towards him on a bicycle, the handlebars There was also a leather briefcase hanging on it, shaking.

"Yes... it's Gao, Mr. Gao." Meijinni was taken aback, stood up and thought for a moment before remembering who the other party was.

It was a friend that Medijean met when he bartered alcohol and tobacco with various barracks. At that time, many people bartered to the barracks, taking advantage of the British barracks. This Chinese with a high surname was met during bargaining, and everyone is still there. We talked for many days together. Before, when Medit made it difficult to get rid of some tobacco and alcohol, the other party also bought the tobacco and alcohol in his hand at a higher market price, which is considered to have taken care of him and regarded as a friend at that time.

"It's better to call me Ahui." Shi Yehui got off the bicycle and walked to Medizan with a briefcase. He took out a cigarette and handed it to the other party. He smiled and said, "It's easiest to find you. Other Indians I like to live on Morro Street, only you are willing to live here."

Mediran looked at Shi Yehui. When everyone was bartering together in the barracks, Shi Yehui was still dressed as a coolie wearing a coarse cloth and carrying a pole to deliver goods. If it weren’t for the barter at the time, only Shi Yehui was wearing glasses. At this time, Medic didn't even dare to believe that the person in front of him was the same person as Shi Yehui who sent food to the barracks more than half a year ago.

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

"I will do whatever business makes money, hey, find a place, I have something to tell you, and there are good things to take care of you." After Shi Yehui helped the two light a cigarette, he said to Medijan in a low voice.

"Then go to my restaurant, anyway, there is no one now." Medie asked Shi Yehui to look like a mysterious and mysterious, and said strangely.

Taking Shi Yehui into the deserted restaurant, Shi Yehui sniffed the curry that filled it, wrinkled his nose uncomfortably: "Boss Mei, if you sell Indian food, you should go to Morro Street. This is the whole street. They are all Chinese, and who would be used to eating curry?"

"What the **** is looking for me? You haven't seen me for so long, it seems that you have changed people and made money?" Medit let Shi Yehui sit down without even slobbering to help Shi Yehui, and asked Shi Yehui.

Shi Yehui lowered his voice and said, "I don't know what Hong Kong is the most sought-after?"

"Gold? Medicines? Petroleum?" Medijean casually said a few things to perfuse each other. He actually didn't believe that Shi Yehui could do much in half a year, and if the Chinese had good things, would they be willing to take care of an Indian?

Shi Yehui shook his head and said with a serious face: "Hair, long hair, especially Indian long hair."

Hearing Shi Yehui talking about hair, Mediran was stunned: "What Indian long hair?"

"Have you never heard of it? Do you remember Xia Zuozhi, who bartered with the barracks?" Shiye Hui said to Medijang.

Hearing the three words of Xia Zuozhi, Medie made his face darken: "What's wrong with him?"

"He is rich now. That guy came to Hong Kong by shipping his hair from India and sold it to the wig factory. A long braid sold for HK$1. He is now the big boss." Shi Yehui stared straight at Medijean, almost There was a flash of light, and he said excitedly: "I received news that Xia Zuozhi was going to increase the price of hair recently. Several factories were dissatisfied with the price after the price increase, and they wanted to find new sources. Some factories have asked me about it. , I asked if I could get hair, so I came to you, just to ask you, Xia Zuozhi can get hair from India, you are also Indian, is there any way? Everyone can get rich together? As long as you can get hair, yes The factory has stated that it will be able to sign a contract of 10,000 Hong Kong dollars immediately."

"Hair?" Medie asked him to pull his unkempt curly hair, not daring to figure it out: "A braid is one yuan Hong Kong dollar?"