After returning home, Chen Xinwen sat in the living room and chatted with Bailey. Hu Zhiyong hurriedly asked his uncle how he was, and then hesitantly asked: "How is Sister Xiuzhi?"
Hu Zhiyong came to Los Angeles for nearly a month. He and Chen Xinwen were busy and did not meet each other. When Hu Zhiyong asked about his daughter, the old man put his hand on his chin and said: "This girl has changed her gender and is obsessed with chemistry to the point of madness!"
Hu Zhiyong smiled happily: "She is not a qualified politician. Being a scientist is her best destination."
Bailey said goodbye and went out, leaving only her uncle and nephew in the living room. Hu Zhiyong stared at Chen Xinwen and observed for a long time: "Second uncle, why don't you invest in industry?"
"I have deposited all the money in Xiuzhi's name. I feel happy to use your money to support my old age!" Chen Xinwen said slyly, as if his calculations were shrewd.
"Second uncle, I know you are here for me!" Hu Zhiyong is easy to fool. As Hu Zhiyong's commercial chairman, Chen Xinwen was afraid that the Third Young Master would suspect him of using public affairs for personal gain.
"I'm doing it for myself!" Chen Xinwen quickly explained and demanded: "If you give me 2% of the shares, the profit for a year will be more cost-effective than if I distract myself from doing business! How about it? You won't be reluctant, right?
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"Hahahaha!" Hu Zhiyong showed a sweet smile: "You still have the right to control all the funds at will. I don't mind if you transfer it all to your account!"
Chen Xinwen handles all business in country M, and Hu Zhiyong certainly trusts his second uncle. The two of them were talking about the future development direction and strategies, and it was already dark before they knew it.
After dinner, Chen Xinwen left. Hu Zhiyong stood up and held his shoulders: "Second uncle, you have to use your hands to do things. You have to take good care of your body!"
"My old bones are very strong, don't worry!"
Watching the second uncle walk away, Hu Zhiyong asked Bailey: "Give the second uncle a separate yard, arrange furniture, cars and servants for him. The second aunt is not in good health, and ask the doctor to give her every month."
Check it out!"
"You don't have to worry about these." Bailey smiled mischievously and pointed to the next door: "Second uncle's house is right next to our house."
"Dalya hasn't come back yet?" Hu Zhiyong couldn't help but ask when he saw Huofeng and Bailey beside him.
"Hee hee, are you really interested in your cousin?" Bailey laughed charmingly and happily, looked at Huo Feng and said, "We all have an agreement, tonight you belong to Miss Feng."
Hu Zhiyong had a dark look on his face: "You secretly divorced me?"
"You are overthinking it. Darya is very busy at work. How can she have time to accompany you? I forcibly told her that she must come back every other night." A blush appeared on Huofeng's handsome face, explaining that this was to relieve Darya from work pressure.
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"They are all my good wives!" Hu Zhiyong is a lover, but he is definitely not the kind who gets into heat when he sees a woman. Everyone has emotions, not to mention these women are all deeply in love with him.
At the time when the storm of the Great Depression was sweeping across the United States, unemployment, bankruptcy, closures, and plummets were everywhere. The pain, fear, and despair in the United States could be seen everywhere. Agricultural product prices were low due to overproduction, which undoubtedly included many factors.
Skilled workers who become unemployed due to technological advancement.
Walking onto the street, Hu Zhiyong began to think about Yinlong's telegram. Huofeng knew that the third young master was taking a walk to think about the problem.
"The Battle of the Great Wall is about to begin. Fierce battles at Yiyuankou, Lengkou, Xifengkou, Gubeikou, Luowenyu, and Jielingkou will end in failure. Sister Feng, do you think I should send food to the troops on the front line of the Great Wall?
Some ammunition?”
"Master, each faction near Peiping has its own Xiao Jiujiu. Even if you give your weapons to them, they will not be used in the cause of the War of Resistance. I think we should wait until later!" Huo Feng followed Hu Zhiyong as he ran around, wondering about the current situation.
The situation in Peiping is fairly well understood.
"Yes! These people are greedy, they might as well continue to support the Volunteer Army!" Hu Zhiyong finally made up his mind, pointed at the second uncle's house and said: "Let's go see the second aunt!"
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Chen Xinwen and his wife were sitting in the cool air in the yard. Hu Zhiyong and Huofeng both arrived, and the host hurriedly took them into the living room. After asking An Ning, Hu Zhiyong looked around curiously and walked into the inner room to watch.
The layout of the room.
"Third Young Master, why do you come here to check your household registration in the middle of the night like a spy?" The second aunt looked at Hu Zhiyong's strange appearance and couldn't help but ask with a smile.
"I want to see what you are missing here." Hu Zhiyong returned to the living room after looking at it and said to Chen Xinwen with satisfaction: "I'm quite satisfied. Isn't this place good?"
Los Angeles is the largest city in California and the second largest city in the United States, after New York. Los Angeles is one of the world's centers of culture, science, technology, international trade and higher education. The city is sunny and dry all year round.
There is little rain and the climate is mild and pleasant.
"The climate is much better than that in the Northeast! It's the rainy season where we are. How is the rain this year?" The second aunt was very hospitable. She cut the watermelon and put it on the coffee table, asking about the Zhuang River in her hometown.
"Oh, I've been here for nearly a month, and it rains almost every day here." Hu Zhiyong was not polite, picked up the watermelon and took a bite, and then he remembered to pass a piece to Huofeng.
"Miss Feng, the third young master promised us that his first child will be from our Chen family. You have to hurry up, I want to hold my grandson as soon as possible!" The second aunt took Huo Feng's left hand and smiled and teased.
Huo Feng lowered her head shyly, and a blush suddenly covered her neck.
"Don't worry, Second Aunt, I will hurry up!" Hu Zhiyong answered on behalf of Huo Feng, and said shamelessly to Second Aunt: "Get your little clothes ready, I'm sure I won't let you down next year!"
"Quack, quack, quack!" The second aunt laughed happily and pulled up Huofeng: "Let's go to the room to talk."
"Third Young Master, you only import and don't do export business. This will empty the ship and cause waste." The women left, and the men started talking about business without leaving the business.
"We use medicinal materials and skins ourselves, and we don't do anything else! Second uncle, use less resources and leave more for future generations." Hu Zhiyong would rather sell off merchant ships than do export business. Chen Xinwen praised it.
It's a bit of a pity.
"If you don't do it, someone else will."
"Taking care of ourselves, we can't take care of others." Hu Zhiyong greedily picked up the watermelon again, ate it in three mouthfuls and patted his belly: "Okay, I'm full!"
With nearly 200 merchant ships, Chen Xinwen knew how much he would lose if he went short. Fortunately, there were hugely profitable pharmaceutical companies to support him, otherwise Hu Zhiyong's business would most likely not be profitable.
Seeing that Hu Zhiyong was confident, Chen Xinwen stopped talking about the issue of imported supplies.
"Second Uncle, how are the sales of the alcohol factory?" Hu Zhiyong suddenly remembered that he had established an alcohol factory for grain production.
Chen Xinwen smiled: "You just remembered it now? The current production is not high, and most of them are shipped back to Zhuanghe. Just wait, mass production will start at the end of this year, as long as you have sales!"
"I'm here to tell you that we will do our best to purchase grain from now on!" Hu Zhiyong said solemnly: "The situation here will soon change. We must store enough grain for ten years within one year!"
"Ten years!" Chen Xinwen's hands trembled and he almost left the watermelon on the floor: "Storage that much? How many factories are needed?"
"We have so much land, just invest heavily in construction!" Hu Zhiyong waved his hand: "Don't be careful, I have no plans to make a profit in three to five years."
"What about me?" Chen Xinwen said cheerfully: "If my shares don't make a profit, there will be no dividends."
"If you have food from me, you and your third uncle won't be hungry!" Hu Zhiyong smiled, knowing that his second uncle was joking.
After bidding farewell to my second uncle and going home, I met the bank manager who came over. He took out a stack of green certificates and said, "Good guy, are you going to move all the people in Zhuanghe to Los Angeles?"
"That's impossible!" Hu Zhiyong knew that this time he asked the bank manager to apply for visas and green certificates for a thousand people at once. The man in front of him did a lot of errands. He took out a check from his pocket: "Ten thousand, here
You use it for tea."
"Okay!" The bank manager did not refuse. After taking the check, he told him: "The jewelry has found a buyer, and your Xiuyan jade will also be bought at a good price!"
"Please!" Hu Zhiyong nodded slightly: "Let's go to my house and drink some coffee."
"No, I have something urgent to do now. I'll come visit you the next day!"
"Master, this guy is very naughty, you have to be careful about him!" Huofeng couldn't stand the American who nodded and bowed, and reminded him gently after watching him leave.
"In the last business, he has a backer, and many issues still require his intervention." Hu Zhiyong understood what Huofeng meant, but he knew that he could not do without such profit-seeking profiteers at the moment.
"Master, Master!" Li Hansheng ran over in a panic, out of breath, and stopped in front of Hu Zhiyong: "Our disaster relief food has been robbed!"
"Being robbed? Hahahaha, well done!" Hu Zhiyong said cheerfully: "Tell the people who are providing relief to Dishe to withdraw them all tonight!"
"I understand." Li Hansheng's expression changed: "Let's take the opportunity to remove the disaster relief shelter and make them regret it."
"Remember, don't say too much, don't make a big noise, pack your things quietly, and quickly evacuate and return to the factory to go to work." Hu Zhiyong explained, pulling Huofeng into his yard.
The next morning, people in Los Angeles who were waiting for food distribution found that the food station that had been established for many days had been evacuated. When they heard that a place had been looted by rioters, these people rushed to government agencies in anger.
The police panicked and hurriedly enforced security in the streets and alleys, claiming that the city government was coordinating the solution. Hu Zhiyong hid and drove toward New York with Huofeng in his car.
"Sorry, the boss is not here. You can discuss it when he comes back!" Li Hansheng saw the arrival of the leading figure in Los Angeles and subtly pushed the problem to Hu Zhiyong, who was leaving here.
"Boss Li, how many days will it take for Boss Hu to come back?" If the problem is not solved, there will be unrest in the society. The heads of government were extremely anxious, and the sweat beads on their faces suddenly fell to the ground.
"This -" Li Hansheng told them apologetically: "Boss Hu is taking his wife on a trip, and it may be difficult to come back for nearly a month!"
"A month?" The mayor was shocked: "No, report the problem to the Congress immediately and let the people in Congress find a way to deal with it!"