Hong Kong, Yuen Long—

Song Zhichao took the fire Qilin, Dasha, Curly Hair and Chicken Spirit, and looked at the rolling warehouse in front of him, and finally a stone fell in his heart.

Since he swallowed all kinds of garbage worth tens of millions of dollars in one breath, he swallowed up all kinds of garbage, clothing, hats, shoes, cans, wine, etc. In order to store these goods, Song Zhichao had to rent a factory as a temporary warehouse in Yuen Long, a relatively remote Hong Kong.

As the subordinates of Song Zhichao, Huo Qilin and others started to work hard. They hadn't slept well for almost a week, either on the way to receive goods or in the unloading warehouse.

As the marketing manager of the new company, Huo Qilin is responsible for inventorying the specific number of goods; as the warehouse manager of the new company, Dasha and others are responsible for loading and unloading goods, and almost all food, drinking, defecation and urination are completed in the warehouse.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, who were originally Song Zhichao's bodyguards, were appointed as security supervisors by Song Zhichao, responsible for the safety of this batch of goods, preventing people from stealing, preventing fires, floods and other things.

For Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, I always feel that it is inevitable that there is some uselessness in this way. No one wants these old clothes and cans. If it is useful, that is, those wines. Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong and others tasted them, and the taste was pretty good.

Therefore, there is no need to take care of these things so carefully. Just find a few dogs at the door of the warehouse.

As for Huo Qilin, Dasha and others, although they work hard and are hard-working on the surface, they still feel a little regretful after working for so many days. They feel that they may have made some mistakes in their choices. They used to be able to stay well in a hotel supplies company, but now they are tiring to work hard and cannot see the annual salary of one million - how much money can this pile of garbage be worth?

There were about one million old clothes and old shoes;

There are about 730,000 canned products of various varieties;

Various foreign wines, whiskeys, brandy, vodka, etc., totaling about 850,000 bottles;

There are also some other compressed foods, puffed foods, about one million servings;

Huo Qilin even secretly calculated that Song Zhichao spent about 10 million to acquire these garbage. If he used this money to do other businesses, he would definitely make a lot of money.

It can be said that since the establishment of the "Wanda Import and Export Trading Company", people's hearts have begun to fluctuate, mainly because Song Zhichao collected garbage so much that it made people feel sad. Everyone doesn't know why he collected so much garbage, and Song Zhichao didn't explain, just asked them to do it.

Nowadays, all the garbage in Hong Kong has been taken back and accumulated in warehouses such as Yuen Long.

...

At this moment, in the warehouse—

Various canned foods and wine are piled up like mountains.

Everyone sat on the canned box to rest, and the thinking that was originally oppressed by work began to become active again. When everyone was resting, they could not help but say some irrelevant gossip.

"We're going to die, we're really the leech guys!"

"That's it! I don't know what the use of collecting so many joyful colors!"

"We can't finish eating and drinking even if we eat and drink for several lifetimes!"

"Boss Song won't really let us eat these joys, right?"

Just as everyone complained—

"Who said you would like to eat these music?" As he spoke, Song Zhichao suddenly appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

Dasha, who had just complained, was shocked and immediately jumped up from the sitting box, grabbed the hair on his head with his hands, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, big guy, it's my slut. I said that just now."

Song Zhichao smiled, looked at the big fool who had lost weight these days, was dirty and like a gray mouse, patted his shoulder and let him sit down, and then said, "Although I am your boss, I am not a landlord who squeezes tenants, nor is Zhou Bapi who crows in the middle of the night - so don't worry, I promise you will definitely fulfill it!"

Dasha grabbed his hair, "Big Boss, we all understand what you said, but-" he glanced at the old things piled up around him, "Are these things valuable? We are afraid that we can't sell them when we are taken to the mainland, and then we will be in trouble!"

"Who said I'm going to take it to the mainland?" Song Zhichao asked, opened a box of canned food, took out a can of canned beef from it, and threw it in his hand and said, "These cans are still edible, but they will expire soon. I am from the mainland, so of course I won't harm my compatriots!"

"On the contrary-" Song Zhichao put the canned food back into the box, "I also want to get millions of similar things from the mainland, mainly canned food and wine - our canned beef, and Red Star Erguotou, those are all good things!"

The Soviet Union is now facing social turmoil and shortage of daily necessities. The Soviets like to drink and eat meat the most. Erguotou is the most in line with their taste, and canned beef is the most popular among them. One sip of canned wine can make them forget everything.

But according to Dasha's intelligence, he could not understand Song Zhichao's words at all. He had no choice but to ask Jin Jiu, Niu Xiong and Huo Qilin for help.

Unfortunately, Jin Jiu and the other two didn’t know what the hell was selling Song Zhichao. Now that they have bought so many old things in Hong Kong, they are not satisfied, and they actually want to acquire them in the mainland?

Seeing everyone's puzzled look, Song Zhichao smiled, opened a box of puffed food, opened a bag and tasted it, and said, "Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. In fact, I have started to do it. I asked Qi Wanda to buy it with all my might there, and I probably have millions of old goods stored now."

In fact, Song Zhichao said a few words.

Today, the mainland has become the world's manufacturing factory, especially in the southern region, which is a key area for manufacturing and processing industry. There are many clothing factories, shoe and hat factories, canning factories, biscuit factories, melon seed factories, etc. It is also because of this that many people in the mainland like to go south to work, and even Song Zhichao himself is a working person working in the south.

As a worker who came to Hong Kong from the south, Song Zhichao knew clearly that it was much easier to acquire these old goods in the mainland than in Hong Kong. Not to mention those numerous private canning factories, garment factories, wineries, and wineries, and the huge state-owned enterprises produced canned food, wine and food are extremely affordable and are piled up in the warehouse, which only costs a little money, and even asks the relevant person in charge to drink wine and meat to easily handle it.

According to Qi Wanda's words reply to Song Zhichao, "Then it's no different from being free!"

Yes, it's almost like picking up for free.

In this era, labor was cheap and cheap, so the products produced were very cheap. As Song Zhichao's agent in mainland China, Qi Wanda was a famous fraud again. It was not easy to help buy some such backlogs. Therefore, after receiving Song Zhichao's order, he quickly stocked up almost hundreds of cargo-skinned goods - canned fruits, canned beef, Erguotou white wine, dried dried whites, compressed biscuits, as well as simple-packaged potato cakes, corn cakes, etc.

After hearing what Song Zhichao said, Jin Jiu and others were all confused, and they felt that Boss Song might be really crazy and had received the garbage from the country - Damn it, it would be hard to even think about it now.

"I know what you are thinking, wondering if I'm crazy. Well, I'm crazy, because you will soon know that it's not just me crazy, but the whole world is going crazy." Song Zhichao had something in his words, but he didn't explain it clearly. He habitually took out a cigarette and wanted to light it.

Jin Jiu coughed and pointed to the big slogan on the wall.

Song Zhichao looked up and saw that it said "No Fireworks" on it.

Jin Jiu said: "This...I am responsible."

Song Zhichao smiled and put the cigarette back. He was not only not angry at Jin Jiu's very responsible attitude, but also admired him very much.
Chapter completed!