He Gui selected a few of them and took out the information: "This one is responsible for liaison with TV stations. This one is responsible for the Little Times Film Company in the Mainland. This one is responsible for the entertainment city project."

"The rest is to set up a secretariat. In addition, I still have some industries in the United States because we need to communicate. There are three industries there. One is the book I wrote, the second is Eva Company, and the third is a music material

The company, the three companies will give you relevant information, see if the person in the secretariat is suitable, and if not, continue recruiting."

"Besides, don't give me useless plastic surgery. I only have two big waists. These beautiful girls can continue to make movies. Making money for our company is the first priority." He Gui knocked Li Liangyuan, and Lan Jieyin gave up.

Poor person, there is only so much she can do, and she still has to rely on herself for the rest.

Li Liangyuan chuckled and brought three secretaries here the next day. They were all wearing uniforms. Of course, the secretaries of the big boss must be wearing different ones.

The three of them are Guan Qiuqiu, Zhou Meiniang (Hai Mei), Qiu Dachi, and Qiu Dachi signed up to participate in the TV station beauty pageant. TVB has beauty pageants, ATV also has them, and of course it is a new TV station. The first place on the new TV station will get a million

The second place will get HKD 500,000, the third place will get HKD 300,000, the first place will get a contract with a second-tier artist, and the rest starting from the fourth place will get HKD 10,000 less for the next one.

In this beauty pageant, the audience voted by phone and the newspaper voted, and ten people were selected from each of the phone and newspaper voting, and each person received a lucky prize of 30,000 yuan. Qiu Dachi came to sign up to participate.

"Secretary Guan, if you contact Mr. Liang Rixing in the future, please send this document to me."

"Secretary Zhou, this is relevant information about the mainland's childhood movies. I hope you will remember it and be prepared to go to the mainland for a business trip at any time."

"Secretary Qiu, you will be responsible for communicating with the entertainment city project and keeping abreast of the situation. In this regard, you will contact General Manager Li."

He Gui did not look at the others and directly assigned tasks. The three of them immediately bowed and left. It must be said that they held their chests high.

He Gui is now in Handing Building, which is the headquarters of Handing Group Company.

"Is there any partner of Handing Group in South Vietnam here?" He Gui asked Secretary Zhang beside him.

Secretary Zhang nodded: "Yes, it's on the fifth floor. The fourth and fifth floors are the liaison offices of forty branches."

He Gui nodded, and Secretary Zhang went out to find someone. In Southeast Asia, Thailand, South Vietnam, Cambodia, and Malaysia are a region. The partner here is a company in Li Jiapo, and the Li family is behind it.

"Mr. He." The person who came was polite and polite. She was a young woman. She was wearing a uniform that stretched her body tightly, making people drool at the sight.

"Miss An, I have a personal matter that I need help with. I wonder how strong your company is in South Vietnam?" He Gui took out a piece of information and placed it in front of Miss An Xiaohong. Calling her "Miss" is not a curse.

An Meng picked up the information, looked at it briefly, and agreed: "No problem, Mr. He will just wait for the good news."

"Okay, I will pay you 100,000 US dollars for one. It would be even better if there are eggs. I am going to build a private zoo in Xintian." He Gui smiled and took out a check.

An Meng took the check, then turned around and left. Zhang Min coughed when he saw He Gui's eyes.

He Gui said angrily: "Did you not eat enough last night?"

Zhang Min blushed, and left with a swing of his long legs. Of course, the new car couldn't stand the various tricks of the old driver. Sitting on the boss's chair, when he turned around, he could see the beautiful harbor and the invincible sea view room.

Then I took out the few songs I copied... all of them were written in English. I copied the Hong Kong government's songs. Unless I got a new car, I didn't plan to copy them. Even the martial arts novels were customized with money. After all, everyone

I'm Chinese, so I feel a little embarrassed to copy my own people.

Of course, it is also a matter of interests. How much money can be made from a song in the West? In a place as big as the Hong Kong government, the poor people in Southeast Asia, where the United States and the European Community are rich, have to look for fat sheep to pluck wool.

There are complete copies of the remaining four Harry films in the safe, and the scripts have not been copied. There are also twenty or thirty songs, each of which is a classic. There is no need to explain why you write now. Geniuses are so willful, you know?

I'm afraid that if we can't go back to modern times, who knows if this thing will malfunction?

On a road not far from a port in East Africa, a container flatbed truck was on the side of the road. Several armed soldiers took a wad of green banknotes from someone else's hand, watched the other person leave, and opened the container.

"Who are you?" There was a stench inside the container. Several soldiers heard the shouts inside, picked up their guns and shot into the air.

Deng Guangguang and the cage were pulled off the flatbed truck, and the container truck drove away. Two soldiers in green clothes cut open the iron cage and threw Deng Guangguang into the ditch nearby.

"Who are you? I want to see your boss." Deng Guangguang, a wealthy man from the Hong Kong government, was thrown into the water and shouted loudly.

Chuchuchu!

A burst of bullets hit the side, and Deng Guangguang had to follow the other party's instructions and take off all his smelly clothes. For a month, he stayed in the container. Water and food were only given once in a long time, and he could not see clearly who the other party was.

A month ago, Deng Guangguang was drunk and woke up in a container. Deng Guangguang was wearing only shorts and was tied up and taken to a pickup truck.

The pickup truck drove on the muddy road for two hours before arriving at a camp. This was a gold mining camp. The locals in the camp looked at this guy with fair skin.

Deng Guangguang was dragged into the nearby tent, and then a black guy with a gun took out a green banknote, waved it and shouted something in the local language. A muddy black guy snatched the banknote away and rushed in.

Went inside the tent.

Then came Deng Guangguang's screams. The black man who raised the banknotes quickly took out another one, this time with a bag of cooking oil.

The second guy who was covered in mud picked up the green banknotes, brought cooking oil, and went in without waiting for the contents to come out. The screams turned into whines.

"I have money... Wuwuwu, I have money... ugh, ugh!" Deng Guangguang wailed loudly in English inside the tent.

The soldier outside grinned and shouted loudly in English: "Come on, this is a multi-millionaire, you trash."

Another soldier shrugged: "Money is not everything here."

"Of course, you can give me money after one month." Another officer grinned. He said that he would not give up and give out more money without giving up the meat coupons he sent to his door. Besides, it was an order and could not be violated.

The command.

Somewhere in Wanwan, in a bar, a short man was hugging him from left to right, stroking randomly with his hands, and the same was true for several friends around him.

These people had no idea that under the flickering lights, several pairs of eyes looked at each other, determined the target, and then nodded.
Chapter completed!