"This batch of goods was originally going to Taiwan."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui crossed his legs and blew out a puff of thick smoke: "Brother Kun guessed that you were coming, so he specially reserved it for you."
"Duan Kun."
The Miancha looked at Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui with eager eyes and said coldly: "What we want when we come here this time is that you give us some of the raw materials, not your goods."
He reached out and pressed the table and stood up directly, looking down at him coldly:
"You fucking treat me like an idiot. Who doesn't know that this batch of your goods can't be sent out because of the tight inspection here?"
"You asked me to help you carry out inventory. You damned think I'm a fool!"
"OK."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui didn't even look at Miancha. He tilted his head to look at Liangkun and shook his white hair: "Akun, go tell me that you don't need to keep the goods and send them directly to Taiwan Island."
He spread his hands and said, "Since you don't want it, there's nothing left."
"Go back and tell the Eight-faced Buddha that these things are very tight now. Not only is the general's supply of raw materials insufficient, but the market demand is also very tight."
"Let's stop here."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui stood up and prepared to leave.
Liang Kun came here with Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui today. He didn't even say a word to each other the whole time. He just sat in his seat and looked at Minna opposite.
Mian Na was quite pretty, so Liang Kun was just used as a pastime. Who made him speechless? Although he was unwilling to do so, he could only follow Duan Kun and leave obediently.
"Crack!"
Miancha reached out and slapped the table, and the six men who were originally standing behind him immediately stopped in front of Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui.
"I'm telling you."
Miancha stared at Duan Kun coldly: "If you are unwilling to let go of this matter, then don't leave today. No one can leave!"
As he finished speaking.
Several horsemen around him reached into the inner pockets of their suits. The threat was obvious, and they almost pulled out their guns.
"Threaten me?"
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at the few horses blocking the way with his eyes lightly: "Get out of my way!"
"On Hong Kong Island, no one dares to block my way."
Several horse boys looked at each other and did not move out of the way, but they did not dare to take action. A stalemate suddenly broke out in the private room.
"alright."
Liangkun saw this posture and quickly acted as a peacemaker in the middle: "No need, no need to go to this step."
He came to Miancha and said: "Everyone comes out to do business and is looking for money. You will make Brother Shan very unhappy."
Mencha snorted coldly and ignored him.
Liangkun had no choice but to change his target and looked at the pretty face of Minna: "Pretty girl, please persuade your elder brother."
"It would be nice if we could separate some goods for you. If you don't want this batch of goods, then you won't get any damn goods at all."
"You are in such a big market in northern Myanmar. It would be great if we have goods for you now. If there is a market and we don't sell goods, are you thinking too much?!"
Speaking of which.
Liangkun took a step forward and stood in front of Minna. The distance between the two was only about ten centimeters.
He looked at Minna's big eyes, and his tone became a little more serious: "Besides, this is Hong Kong Island, our territory, and Tsim Sha Tsui is our final say!"
"As long as I, Liangkun, say a word, none of you will be able to leave today. Come on, this will be of no use to us."
"Damn, who are you trying to scare with a gun?"
He stretched out his hand to rub his short head, stretched out his index finger to hook Minna's chin, lifted her face, and stared at her delicate face:
"I can tell you so much just for your sake. I would like to advise you, brother, not to be ungrateful."
Liangkun has been in the Taoist industry for so many years. He is cruel and ruthless in doing things and has always been very public. The reason why he stood up and said so much was not because he was afraid.
The reason why he said so much is simply because he is very eager to use this matter to integrate into Lin Kun's core team.
That's why he patiently told Minna so much.
otherwise.
According to Liangkun's attitude, these people have been dealt with long ago.
"Think about it."
Liangkun weighed his fingers, looked at Minna's face, and leaned in front of her: "Now I have a chance for you, cherish it, don't make me get angry."
"Otherwise, a woman like you would take the chance to walk out of this door."
Menna's chin was hooked by Liangkun, she blinked at him, opened Liangkun's palm with her backhand, and looked at Miancha with a cold snort.
She spoke a few words quickly to Mencha in northern Burmese dialect, but she didn't know what they said.
After a brief change in Miancha's expression, he looked at Brother Shan gloomily: "I'll talk to you about the raw materials next time."
"Give this batch of goods to us first."
"Isn't that enough?"
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui turned around and glanced at him: "We are all in the same industry. I also want to give the Eight-faced Buddha a face. I will give you 20% of the cost price of this batch of goods."
"One percent."
Mencha stretched out a finger and said, "Give me the things and we will take them away without you having to worry about them."
"OK."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui didn't bother with him and simply nodded: "10%, then 10%." He turned to look at Liang Kun: "You can talk to them about the rest."
After saying that, he was about to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Miancha stopped Duan Kun at the beginning again, stepped in front of him and stopped him: "There is one more thing that I would like to trouble you to tell Lin Kun."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui looked at him but said nothing.
"You seem to be making good progress in the market on Hong Kong Island."
Miancha stretched out his hand and stroked the beard on his chin: "Let's find an opportunity to meet Lin Kun again and let him show us the way."
"hehe."
Duan Kun chuckled lightly and disagreed: "The market on Hong Kong Island is not that easy to enter. Let's wait and see when you can get the raw materials."
"Also, kid, pay attention to your attitude. Call me Brother Kun. Is it you who calls me Lin Kun?"
Finished.
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui stepped away.
In the private room.
Liangkun, who stayed behind, was overjoyed.
Duan Kun asked him to handle the next delivery process, and he finally came in handy.
then.
He started a series of process negotiations with the two brothers and sisters of Mianchamenna regarding delivery.
The two parties agreed to trade in an abandoned warehouse near the dock tomorrow. After getting the goods, they would have their own channels to move the goods away.
Cash on delivery.
"I don't need to tell you the rules."
Liangkun smoked a cigarette and stretched his neck while sitting on his seat: "You choose the location and the goods will be delivered to you. If anything happens, it has nothing to do with me."
"nature."
Miancha nodded: "You don't have to worry about the goods."
"We have only one request."
"What request."
"USD Transactions."
"Dollars?"
"right."
Miancha scoffed: "We are coming from northern Myanmar, who would be so stupid as to bring a bunch of Hong Kong papers?"
"OK."
Liangkun thought for a moment and agreed.
Early the next morning.
Liangkun rushed to Yuanyang without stopping and bumped into Ji Bu at the gate.
"Yo."
Ji Bu glanced at Liang Kun and said, "Brother Kun looks so good, what advice can you give me when you come to Ocean Ocean today?"
"hehe."
Liangkun smiled and rubbed his head: "I have something to do. I have to come to Sino-Ocean to bring my finances."
"finance?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows.
"Um."
Liangkun closed the distance and said, "I'm not going to lie to you. I'll bring someone to help me check the banknotes."
Liangkun himself didn't use U.S. dollars much, so to be on the safe side for the night's transactions, he decided to come to Sino-Ocean to borrow one.
Check money?
After Ji Bu heard this word, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly, as if he had guessed something.
"Brother Kun."
He took a puff of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke. He looked sideways at Liangkun, his eyes full of disdain: "You look a little crazy and have no brains."