Chapter 157: Grand Opening, Much Success and Good Fortune

Young Sister Li became even more bewildered.

She muttered under her breath, "Does Director Shen have a grudge against those two? They are President Kong's distinguished guests."

...

At the warehouse park, cargo loading was proceeding in a tense and orderly manner.

Over the past two days, Chai Jin had still been dealing with various matters on his hands.

First was the internal functional division of Zhonghao Group.

He pulled Xu Jiayin up by encouraging excessive growth, so to speak, and assigned him to the construction side of the factories.

He let him get a clear grasp of some necessary procedures in the real estate industry.

A commanding talent is not a technical talent; he only needs to understand real estate, not master every specific link of it.

Therefore, he could be tempered within a few months.

Once the factory construction was completed, Chai Jin would immediately establish a real estate company and let him take the helm.

Of course, the premise was that the kind of ability and potential he possessed in his past life were fully stimulated.

Next was Chen Ni's side, where he inquired about Motorola's Cai Dazhi R&D team.

She said Cai Dazhi would arrive in Shenzhen in three days.

Helplessly, Chai Jin had to postpone his plan to head north by another two days.

Following that, he made a phone call to Feng Haodong.

Feng Haodong was currently in Manzhouli, and upon hearing from Chai Jin that he was coming to the north, he laughed heartily over the phone and said he would arrange everything.

Chai Jin did not refuse.

October 1st, National Day.

The streets and alleys of Shenzhen were resounding with gongs and drums, and major television stations were broadcasting speeches by the great figures of the era.

Chai Jin also arrived at the warehouse park.

People from Guangdong province held deep reverence for heaven and earth.

Therefore, on this day at the park, dozens of large semi-trailers were lined up in a row, with their hoods adorned with large red silk flowers.

Master Long had invited the finest lion and dragon dance masters from the locality.

This was the starting point of Chai Jin's airplane reselling business, and also the inaugural venture of Master Long's Feimaotui Logistics Company.

The old man cared deeply about it.

Amidst a crowd, after using a vermilion brush to dot the eyes and awaken the "dormant" lion, firecrackers were lit all at once amidst a deafening clatter.

In an instant, the park became exceptionally lively.

Master Long and Chai Jin walked together with smiles toward an altar table.

On the table were placed a roasted suckling pig, along with some incense and candles.

The two held joss sticks and paid homage to heaven and earth in front of the altar.

After Master Long loudly proclaimed, "May the winds be favorable and may there be abundance year after year," the horns of all dozens of semi-trailers blared simultaneously, and then they slowly started and drove toward the entrance.

After the departure ceremony concluded, Chai Jin and Master Long discussed subsequent work arrangements in the room for a long time.

After this first fleet headed north, there would be many, many more to follow.

This single order alone would be enough to sustain Master Long's business for more than half a year.

Time drifted by until evening.

Cai Weiqiang had invited him to a meeting at a place called Jinhai Nightclub near Shenzhen Bay.

It was primarily about the acquisition of a plot of land.

Cai Weiqiang's teahouse had helped him gather a network of connections in Shenzhen.

During this period, he had finally secured a piece of land; however, Cai Weiqiang was exceptionally adept at maintaining interpersonal relations.

If he could make ten million from a plot of land, he would definitely take out five million to share as dividends.

It might look foolish, but it was actually extraordinarily clever.

If you are stingy and only stuff money into your own pockets, who would ever cooperate with you again?

This was a matter of vision.

Chai Jin did not need this kind of profit-sharing vision, because he himself was a prophet of rebirth, capable of gracefully riding the winds right at the crest of the trends.

In a private room at the nightclub, Cai Weiqiang had called over quite a few people—all rough-hewn local bosses wearing thick gold chains and beards, speaking in booming voices.

The door of an opposite private room opened, and the scene inside was extremely chaotic.

Standing at the entrance of Cai Weiqiang's room, Chai Jin saw inside the opposing room a man in his thirties with his arm draped over the shoulder of an immensely seductive woman.

This hand was also clutching a wad of cash, while his other hand held a microphone, roaring out Beyond's "Glorious Years".

As he sang, the hand grasping the money tossed it high into the air, causing a rain of banknotes to fall inside the room and prompting many scantily clad women inside to scramble for them, creating a momentarily chaotic scene.

The man held the microphone and laughed wildly, seemingly reveling in the king-like thrill brought by money.

Chai Jin frowned and looked inside.

He also spotted a man with a three-to-seven parting hairstyle, a high forehead, and refined, gentle manners in his behavior.

"Where have I seen him before?"

He could not help taking a few extra glances, but the raving man holding the microphone inside suddenly stared right at him.

Holding the microphone, he said coldly, "Have you seen enough?"

"If you've seen enough, get lost back to your own private room!"

The previously chaotic private room instantly grew silent, and all the men and women turned to look at Chai Jin standing at the entrance of the opposite room.

The refined man sat inside, gazing impassively at Chai Jin, giving off an immensely unsettling feeling.

If one had to describe what was unsettling, it was the coldness emanating from his gaze, carrying even a trace of a cruel disregard for human life.

It contrasted sharply with his scholarly and gentle image.

Chai Jin felt momentarily awkward, smiled, and said, "Apologies."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing Chai Jin enter, the people in the opposite room paid him no further mind.

The revelry resumed.

The man holding the microphone spat toward the outside and continued singing.

Once inside the private room, Chai Jin greeted each of the local bosses in turn.

When looking across Shenzhen or even Guangdong province as a whole, these local bosses held no real status to speak of.

Yet in their respective villages and streets, they were like gods.

They could well be described as local tyrants.

After he sat down, the hostesses called in to pour drinks no longer dared to sing and sat down obediently.

Cai Weiqiang produced a map of Shenzhen and unfolded it, pointing his finger at a certain location.

"Chai Jin, take a look. Just this plot of land, roughly a hundred acres or so, help us analyze it."

Chai Jin examined it carefully and discovered with some pleasant surprise that this piece of land would futurely become a central district of Shenzhen.

He raised his head and asked, "What do you plan to do with it? Build houses and sell them?"

One of the local bosses smiled. "Build houses to make money, just like the Hong Kong guys."

After pondering for a moment, Chai Jin said, "I think..."

"Today, only remaining physical shells!"

The sudden roar coming from the opposite private room abruptly interrupted Chai Jin's speech.

Everyone inside the private room could not help frowning and glancing toward the door.

Paying it no mind, Chai Jin continued, "Elder brother, playing in real estate by throwing cash around will end up crushing yourself to death."

"You'd better use the banks' money to play. I think this land should be used for storefronts above all. Don't look at how it currently..."

"A lifetime of hesitating struggles, confident that we can change the future..."

The extremely grating, smoky voice from the opposite room once again interrupted Chai Jin's speech.

Bang!

Cai Weiqiang directly picked up a beer bottle from the table and smashed it against the door frame. "Sing your mother's-*, where did this bunch of people come from!"

"Go and warn them to close the door when they sing, and stop disturbing my conversation!"

The hostess at the side was frightened out of her wits, anxiously stood up, and pleaded, "Yes, yes, yes, President Kong, I'll go talk to our manager right away."

"Please keep your calm."

With that, she hurried out the door.

Cai Weiqiang's tone softened considerably as he said, "Chai Jin, go on, we're all listening attentively."

Chai Jin gave a bitter smile and continued.