(Shui Fang is a traitor, which is famous in Xiangjiang. As long as the money is enough, he will sell it in restaurants.)

(My personal research believes that this is related to the development model of Shuifang, because under the reform of the white-faced scholar Wen Gui, it is more like a company.)

(In addition, the ghost guys have always wanted to build a backwater house because they served as Japanese soldiers during the Japanese occupation.)

Rebellious guy!

Shenxianjin is an old man, and he knows that if such black sheep are not eliminated, sooner or later the name will be ruined.

"Go back and catch Tire on the Street."

"I want to know how much money this idiot has hacked the company."

When you are in a restaurant, you need a vicious heart and thunderbolt methods.

If it's not evil enough or ruthless enough, it will convince you.

Kui Qing nodded, and seeing that Lao Ding had no other instructions, he turned around and went out to do some work.

Lin Huaile took Wan Yuyan and his girlfriend out of Shenxianjin's office. Changmao and Dehua, who were waiting outside the door, saw this and immediately greeted them.

"Brother Le."

"Has Zhang Lu arrived?"

"I called his law firm early in the morning. It should be here by now."

Lin Huaile nodded and said to Wan Yuyan behind him: "Master Wan, let's go out to meet Zhang Lu."

"I've reserved a table at Fulinmen to help you get rid of your bad luck."

"I'll take care of the water room issue, and I'll make sure no little brat will bring it over to trouble you."

"This way please!".

Hearing his old friend waiting below, Wan Yuyan nodded with fear and said politely to Lin Huaile: "I heard the old gentleman inside called you A Le, so I will boldly call you Brother Le."

"What the hell, Wan Shao, just call me Yu Yan!".

Recognizable enough!

Lin Huaile originally thought that Wan Yuyan was an arrogant playboy.

I didn't expect it to be so easy to talk to.

As long as you know the current affairs, there won't be much hindrance in communicating in the future.

"This is not the place to talk, go out and talk."

Lin Huaile stretched out his hand and motioned for Wan Yuyan to leave with him.

At this time, Agui also walked out of the office and escorted them out of Ruixing Company.

Zhang Wentian drove his newly purchased Jaguar car and was waiting across the street. When he saw Lin Huaile and others coming out, he quickly said hello and walked over.

"Good brother, good brother."

"I don't think you will go gambling on the high seas again."

Zhang Wentian looked at Wan Yuyan up and down and found that apart from the fact that he had turned into Pig Tou San, there wasn't much problem with him.

"Say nothing more."

"To say too much is just pretentious."

"In one word, we will follow you in all directions!"

As soon as he heard about boat gambling, Wan Yuyan waved his hands, saying that he didn't dare to do it anymore.

Zhang Wentian didn't say anything further and opened the door to let Wan Yuyan and his female companion get in the car.

"Lin Sheng, thank you this time."

"I'll take Yu Yan back first. In a few days, I'll serve a drink to thank you." Zhang Wentian said gratefully.

Lin Huaile didn't care about this, and said with a smile: "I originally prepared a table at Fulinmen to give Wan Shao a break."

"Blessings come to the door, blessings come to the door, good meaning."

"But Wan Shao doesn't have time, so let's do it next time."

When smart people talk to each other, there is no need to be too explicit.

But there is only one meaning inside and outside the words. The debt you owe me needs to be repaid.

Zhang Wentian himself is very close to Lin Huaile, and he takes away tens of thousands of yuan in consulting fees from companies under each other's names every month.

This is no small amount.

Naturally, the interests of the employer must be put first.

"Let's go ahead and talk on the phone tonight."

Zhang Wentian didn't say much. After saying hello, he drove away.

Lin Huaile watched the car gradually disappear for a long time before he got on his Volvo.

"Brother Le, Huituo Land?"

Changmao started the car and asked Lin Huaile where he was going.

"Go to the magazine office. Today is Sister Lan's first time working. Of course, I have to buy sugar water to express my condolences."

Lin Huaile unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and let Changmao go back to West Kowloon.

Xie Lan didn't know how quickly Lin Huaile would come back and thoughtfully bought some sugar water. She was looking at the magazine's accounts.

Lin Guosheng was sitting behind the desk, waiting for the boss's wife to ask.

"Yes, the turnover can easily reach one million. It is a good business."

"The cost is a bit high, but the quality of "Female Clothes" cannot be reduced."

"We still have to negotiate with the printing company. No matter how big the sales volume is, they still won't be given a discount."

"I see there is no advertising revenue. Is it because no one is advertising?"

Xie Lan put down the account in his hand and asked slightly strangely.

Lin Guosheng never thought that young people today are so powerful and can read such complicated accounts.

This is because Lin Guosheng knew the details about Xie Lan. In Tsim Sha Tsui, Ma Zai in Hing Wo privately called her Abacus Lan.

Sensitive to numbers, when she was ten years old, she helped her mother calculate and collect litchi accounts.

Later, she was responsible for handling the accounts of Golden Tooth Leopard.

Over the years, there has never been an error in the land billing.

"The advertisers haven't made any move yet. After all, it's a salty magazine. They need to discuss it internally."

"Large companies, after all, pay attention to their impact."

Lin Guosheng sat up a little straighter and answered seriously.

"Infatuated, sales are king. "Female Clothes" sells 100,000 copies a month, and their ads will be seen by 100,000 people."

"Even if we advertise to sell rice rolls, it will become the most famous rice rolls in Hong Kong."

"I don't have any common sense about communication."

Xie Lan shook his head helplessly, and then continued: "To set up an advertising department, don't look for it in the newspaper industry, go to an advertising company to find it."

"I don't know how you and Brother Le agreed, but it must be that the more prosperous the magazine is, the more money you can make."

“Only by finding someone who is dedicated to making money for us will our business prosper!”.

Lin Guosheng remembered these words of sincerity in his heart, and at the same time sighed, there are talents who have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years!

"Brother Sheng, I have nothing to do here. You go down and do your work first."

Xie Lan closed the account book and handed it to Lin Guosheng.

"Then I'll go back first, Miss Xie."

Lin Guosheng took the account book, greeted him politely and left.

When Zheng Feng saw Lin Guosheng leaving, he closed the door and put the account books of the bus company and insurance company on the table.

Xie Lan didn't expect that Slug had so much legitimate business.

She waved her hand tiredly, opened it casually, and said without raising her head: "Are you from Ciyun Mountain?"

Zheng Feng nodded and said simply: "I am from the housing estate. My family really can't afford to eat, so I became a disciple of Brother Le."

"My grandpa is a boy from a housing estate. In Minnan dialect, you will win only if you love to work hard."

Xie Lan asked Zheng Feng a few questions and then started to read the account book.

"Is there any mistake? There are only four minibuses. What kind of company have you set up? Do you like to pay taxes to ghost guys?"

"However, the minibus route from Central to Tsuen Wan costs 300 yuan a day, which is quite exaggerated."

"More than 20 stops, more than ten hours of running, even if I use red oil, I still have to lose my underwear."
Chapter completed!