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"Since Mr. Tang thinks highly of us, we will help you take care of the 30 billion funds!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Tang, we will handle the matter, there will be no problem."

Huang Shitong, Sima Xiang and others all gave their thumbs up, patted their chests, and expressed their opinions first.

"it is good!"

"The money, Ah Zhong, will be transferred to your accounts. You first convert all the funds into Japanese yen and US dollars."

"You take care of the money for me, and I won't treat you badly."

"You will have a [-]% dividend of the stock in the future, how about it?"

Tang Jun nodded with a satisfied smile.

Huang Shitong and the others had no reason to refuse at all, they all picked up the teacups and agreed on the spot: "No problem, I will listen to Mr. Tang."

"Mr. Tang, it's fine if you talk about it."

"Thanks to Mr. Tang for looking up to us!"

You have to cover your face.

The boss took out 2000 million yuan to share among them, and promised a 10% stock dividend, just to let them manage a sum of money. There is nothing better than this in the world.

Even if the other party's real identity is Hong Xing's leader, how can it matter?

Working for someone is not a part-time job, and being rich is a big exposure!

Truth comes out of the barrel of a gun.

Several of them also understand this truth.

Be careful, the boss sent someone to kill you!

Besides, even giants like Carrian, Jazz Bao, and Chang Shi all bowed their heads in front of Mr. Tang. What reason do they have to refuse?

"Hahaha."

Tang Jun smiled heartily when he got the answer he wanted, handed the Browning on the table to Azu, then pointed to the two cards next to the corner of the table and said, "We had a good chat, and the cards haven't been played yet."

"I told you to come to play cards, how can you not play cards? Play a few hands, eat something before leaving."

There are already more than a dozen refreshments on the dining car next to it, but they haven't been served just now.

Zhan Peizhong served a few copies, and then opened the cards to draw a game.

Huang Shitong asked aloud, "Mr. Tang, what do you like to play?"

"Fight the Landlord! I like to play Fight the Landlord!"

"Oh? Fight the Landlord?"

"Mr. Tang, it turns out that you like this too."

"The few of us like to fight the Landlord!"

Huang Shitong, Chen Zhan and others looked at each other, and 520 all smiled.

On that day, a landlord association organization that would set off countless huge waves in the financial circle in the future was born.

However, most people only know the names of Zhan Peizhong, Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong and others in the Landlords Association, but they don't know who is behind the scenes.

The game didn't last long. After half an hour, Tang Jun threw a king bomb. After winning the last hand, he lit a cigarette and didn't ask Zhan Peizhong to shuffle the cards. Huang Shitong and others knew that the game was over. .

Afterwards, Huang Shitong and the others got up and left the teahouse, while Zhan Peizhong stood up instead of Tang Jun and sent them away from Lu Yu's teahouse.

……

the next day.

Several people booked a suite at the Mandarin Hotel, and agreed to play cards once a month to exchange industry insider information with each other.

Naturally, Tang Jun would not be present at this kind of game, and Zhan Peizhong would replace him.

But if Tang Jun wanted to see them, he would ask someone to pick them up in private.

Because in trading, illegal transactions are easy to occur, and as the laws of the Securities Regulatory Commission become more comprehensive, illegal transactions are even more common.

This is not an intentional violation of the law, but just a means to protect Chinese companies.

Therefore, several people agreed at the same time that if the "Landlord Association" is investigated one day, if it is unavoidable, the oldest one will stand up and take responsibility.

Sima Xiang, being the oldest, watched everyone carefully, finally nodded and agreed to take on the responsibility for the big boss.

He believes that Tang Jun has enough strength to keep himself! .

181. In private clubs, those who are disheveled are not allowed to enter?

Sima Xiang didn't know why he had such confidence in Tang Jun.

However, whether it is industry elites like Zhan Peizhong and Huang Shitong, or top rich men like Sir Bao and Li Jiacheng, when they met Tang Jun, they were all deeply impressed by his charm.

Maybe it's Da Laojun who is born with a convincing aura.

A few days later.

Guojun Building, the chairman's office on the top floor.

Standing in front of Tang Jun, Zhan Peizhong reported in a solemn voice: "Boss, a total of 29 billion Hong Kong banknotes have been distributed to various gold medal brokers. This week, they will be exchanged into U.S. dollars, and then from U.S. dollars to Japanese yen. Bank stocks in Neon Country."

"I see, sit down."

Tang Jun pointed to the place in front of him, threw a cigar to Zhan Peizhong and said, "Every week from now on, you will ask them to write a report, and you will send it to me for review after you collect it."

"Yes!"

"There is also a company that has mobilized so much funds, and the working capital is not enough. Next, it needs to buy land from Hutchison Whampoa. Ah Zhong, please go to HSBC as soon as possible to borrow a sum of money for me, one billion. Is there any problem?"

This fund was distributed to Zhan Peizhong, Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong and others. The entire Hongxing and himself only had 1.22 million funds, which is an astronomical figure for ordinary people.

But you must know that Hongxing currently has a full scale of 8 people.

Coupled with the acquisition of Hutchison Whampoa's land, it is definitely not enough.

"Boss, don't worry! With your reputation, it's not a problem to make a one-billion loan with HSBC now."

Zhan Peizhong took the cigar and said.

"Jingle Bell!"

Big Brother rang.

"Mr. Tang, it's me, Li Jiacheng."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

"Boss Li, are you busy?"

Tang Jun leaned on the boss chair, crossing his legs.

"Hutchison Whampoa is already busy. I have booked a seat at Chunhe Private Club tomorrow. When the time comes, you can invite a few grandpas from the New Territories to come over, so that everyone can get to know each other."

It has been about a week since the Cheung Kong Group acquired Hutchison Whampoa, but Li Jiacheng still couldn't stop the smile in his tone.

"Okay, let's set the date for tomorrow〃‖."

The grandpas in the New Territories usually have nothing to do and have a lot of time, so Tang Jun can make decisions for the grandpas.

……

The next day.

West Loop.

Before Hong Kong Island was captured by the Japanese army, the Shek Tong Tsui area in the Western District used to be the most famous fireworks site and gold selling cave in the Hong Kong Island area.

There used to be countless Qinlou Chu Pavilions named Wenya Pavilions by well-known literati, as well as countless private clubs designed and built by foreign designers.

There are endless hustle and bustle of seekers, and the lonely ladies look forward to finding sustenance.

It is said that the Cantonese word "salty wet" used to describe men's lust also originated in Shek Tong Tsui.

According to historical records, in the 20s, the ladies of Shek Tong Tsui often received coolies working in the nearby wharf.

These men sweated and worked all day, and after being blown by the sea breeze, their skin was covered with salt crystals, and their bodies smelled of salt, so the ladies described these men who were looking for pleasure as "salty wet guys".

After it spread, it was widely used and has become a popular term among Chinese all over the world.

After the Japanese army occupied Hong Kong Island, Shek Tong Tsui, which was full of feasting and feasting, was also burned with the flames of war.

Times have changed, and today's Shitangzui can no longer find traces of the fireworks in the past. Although some private clubs and restaurants have reopened here, they are not as good as those famous clubs before the war in terms of scale and ostentation.

It seems that the pleasure-seekers have lost the mood of laughing at a thousand dollars, and Shitangzui has never returned to the pre-war scene of many guild halls and wealthy businessmen.

The only venue here that was built after the war was comparable to those private halls before the war was the Chunhe Private Club.

This five-storey building was designed by an English architect. It adopts a British-style stainless steel scaffolding structure. The specifications refer to the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion and the single-family villas of those British high-ranking officials. The steel bars used for the overall structure of the club are shipped from overseas.

The marble steps at the gate are the first-class natural goods ordered from Italy. Because of its high position facing the sea, even the glass of this clubhouse is imported thick glass, with window frames made of bronze, which can stand up to the port. The island has frequent typhoons and severe weather.

At this time, in the cafe on the second floor of the club, several couples of men and women were sitting, chatting in low voices to the accompaniment of the small band's elegant jazz trumpet and tenor sax tunes.

At this time.

A Mercedes-Benz convoy slowly stopped at the entrance of the club, and twenty bodyguards of the orc brothers spread out. They were each 1.9 meters tall, with thick muscles, and even their necks were fucking muscles.

The dark glasses blocked the brothers' cloudy eyes, and the serious faces were written all over the strangers not to enter.

Lu Jinqiang opened the rear compartment door of the Mercedes-Benz Pullman. Wearing a cashmere T-shirt, slacks, and sneakers, the boss got out of the car and took the lead towards the club.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

Facing such a large group of people, the security guard at the door stretched out his trembling hands and performed his duty.

".The seat booked by Mr. Li Jiacheng, my surname is Tang."

Tang Jun didn't feel the slightest bit of impatience either, Xiangjiang's private clubs/clubs are like this, all of them have a membership system, like some old clubs have no membership, or can't get in without invitation.

"Mr. Tang, isn't it..."

The security guard flipped through the notebook, then raised his head and said with some embarrassment, "I did see it, but Mr. Tang, those with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter our clubhouse."

"what!"

"Do you know who our eldest brother is!"

"You are blind!"

"Believe it or not, the clubhouse will be demolished for you!"

Since the big brother became famous, the orc brothers haven't seen such an ignorant person for a long time. Isn't this just for the brothers to have fun?

They took off their sunglasses and rolled up their sleeves, revealing their muscles.

This frightened the security guard at the door.

"I lost!!"

"Hongxing Mad Dragon!"

The lobby manager on the first floor immediately recognized the identity of the leader. He was surprised, ran out and nodded and bowed: "(Li Le's) Mr. Tang, please come in, please come in, please come in quickly, Mr. Li, Mr. Lu and others Already upstairs."

"you know me?"

Tang Jun said calmly.

"I know, I know! Sorry, these two are new here." The lobby manager was sweating profusely.

"Very well, today you are considered wise."

After Tang Jun finished speaking, he took steps to go upstairs.

The orc brothers followed the elder brother and walked upstairs in unison.

"Manager, it's not good to blame the general manager?"

The security guard at the door hesitated.

They have never seen a rich boy or boss who has such a ostentation but wears such simple clothes.

"Fall on the street!"

"Do you have eyesight! He is a big boss worth more than two billion yuan, the leader of Hong Xing, Jun! He has tens of thousands of younger brothers who can work for him at any time! You really treat us as a private club of Chunhe amazing?"

The lobby manager immediately educated.