"By the way, Devin, where is the newspaper?"

"Boss, there are too many newspapers to fit in your study. Put them in 2047."

"Oh, help me move the Wall Street Journal and the Washington Post here first."

"OK."

After not being here for several months, there was a backlog of newspapers. In the next few days, Nan Yi was not in a hurry to go to Shenzhen to issue vacations, so he hid in his study and read newspapers.

After reading the last piece of "Guangdong Daily", Nan Yi sorted out the newspaper and put it aside. He raised his hand to check the time and found that it was still early. He picked up the "diary" to make up for the many days he had missed.

journal.

After he finished filling in his diary, he raised his hand to look at the time again, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed the number.

"Hello, uncle, could you please help me call Xu Feiyang... Yes, he is the young man from Lu Province who was just transferred. Okay, thank you, uncle."

After waiting for a moment, a shout came from the phone.

"Pancakes, me."

"Patch, what are you doing to me? I'm sitting in a pot in front of you."

"When you work in Yangcheng, you have to cook for yourself. What can't you eat on the street?"

"Nonsense, I eat noodles. I'm okay with eating out once in a while, but my stomach can't stand it if I eat it regularly. Okay, tell me if you have anything to do. If my noodles are burnt, I'm not done with you."

"Then I'll give it to you directly. I saw a notice in the newspaper that the import of goods from Guangdong Province and Hu Jian will be liberalized. Do you know when it will be implemented and which commodities will be liberalized?"

"I don't know the specific day, but I know which products will be released."

"Wait a minute, I'll take some notes." Nan Yi took a notebook and a pen from the side, "You tell me."

"Cars, TV sets, refrigerators..."

Xu Feiyang mentioned 17 kinds of products in one breath, and Nan Yi wrote them down one by one.

"Okay, I understand, you can get out."

"Fuck, use people facing forward instead of people facing behind, you bastard."

"Stop scolding me, I owe you a big meal."

"That's pretty much it." Xu Feiyang muttered and hung up the phone.

Nan Yi hung up the phone, circled the word "television", and calculated in his mind that the imported terminal price was probably about the same as parallel imports, so it seemed to have no impact.

However, once imports are liberalized, Nan Yi can think about who will come in to eat this piece of cake. This game has become unplayable.

"Hey, Fang Kong, eight o'clock in the evening, Black Point Lighthouse."

At 7:30 in the evening, Nan Yi had already set up a fishing rod on the beach in Heijiaotou.

This time, Nan Yi was relatively well prepared. Not only did he bring an alcohol stove to make tea, but he also brought a radio cassette player.

The Cantonese opera "Flying Swallows" was playing on the cassette player. There was a glazed pot sitting on the alcohol stove. Mountain spring water from Tai Mo Shan was rolling in the pot. Nan Yi held a tea cup in his hand, and a few wisps of white smoke shuttled in the light of the flashlight.

inside.

When Nan Yi drank two cups of tea, he heard the sound of "Nan Sheng" in his ears.

Nan Yi glanced at his watch and saw that the minute hand had not yet returned to zero.

"How much did you sell?"

"Thirty-two thousand."

"How much inventory is left?"

"One thousand and seven."

"How much is at sea?"

"Five thousand."

"Yes." Nan Yi nodded and said: "If you are floating on the sea, you will no longer purchase goods later; contact Languidong and ask him to remove the inventory as soon as possible; start accounting, and then close the account after the accounting is completed. Someone will hand over the accounts to you.

."

"Nansheng, are you going to stop?"

"Yes, stop. The five thousand units still floating on the sea will earn half of your profit."

Fang Kong was not happy because of Nan Yi's words. Instead, he was a little disappointed, "Nansheng, what should I do next?"

"Fang Kong, who are you?"

"The Dan family."

"Then go back to the sea and engage in the work of your ancestors. Take half of the profits from the color TV and go to Saigon Pier to set up a fishing company, buy fishing boats, set up a fishing team, and engage in fishing. Do you want to invest? It's up to you.

Decide."

"Being a fisherman in Xianghuan?"

"No, I will start from Xiangguan and become the world's fishing leader. My goal is to let two billion people eat the fish we catch."

Fang Kong's eyes lit up, and his eyes became square, "Nansheng, I only want 500 units, and I will invest the rest."

"I'll say some things first."

"Nansheng, tell me."

"If I ask you to manage the fishing company, then you will have to hang your wealth and life on it. If something happens, you will have to bear it. To make compensation, I will start with your money. If you can't manage the company well, I will throw you into the company."

Feed the sharks in the sea.

Of course, when paying dividends, I will give you 1.5 times the amount of your investment, and your limit will increase year by year.

If you do it well, you will be a global fishery boss; if you do it poorly, you will be shark shit.

I'll give you half an hour to make a decision."

Nan Yi picked up the tea cup and took a sip, put it down, patted his thigh with his left hand in rhythm, and hummed in his mouth, "Flying thousands of miles apart and separated by thousands of mountains, Li's tears are like beads, holding back the desire to fall and condensing in the

Eyes, I want to tell you that my love for separation is infinite..."

The square hole stood aside, and heaven and man were at war.

Ring ring ring.

The bell rang, Nan Yi lifted the fishing rod and whirred around the coil.

As the fishing line tightened and the fishing rod bent into a crescent shape, Nan Yi's hand became more and more strenuous.

"Haha, it's a big guy."

Nan Yi reeled in and released the fishing line, reeled it in, reeled it in and released it, slowly sliding the big fish in the sea water.

The eyes of the square hole also followed the silver-white fishing line, as if what was tied to the fishing line was not the fish, but his heart.

Lift and release!

Whoosh, whoosh, Nan Yi quickly reeled in the line, and the fish had slipped away without any strength. As he dragged, a grouper emerged from the sea level.

"Boss, it's bigger than the one last time."

"You guys are in for a treat, this time I'll get a fish for eighteen to eat." Looking at the big fish weighing more than forty pounds, Nan Yi also smiled happily.

"Nansheng, I have decided that if I don't do well, I will jump into the sea myself." Fang Kong said firmly.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it!"

"Go, your journey is to the stars and the sea."

October 5th, the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, is the day to make alliances, offer sacrifices, and pray for blessings.

In the early morning, Nanyi and Fangkong signed a share contract, with Fangkong holding 1.2% and an unknown offshore company holding 98.8%.

After signing the contract, the two went to Mazu Temple again.

There is a small boat in the vast sea. Many times, if you believe in science, science cannot help you. Everything depends on whether the Sea Dragon King accepts you or not.

Therefore, fishermen are more or less superstitious.

After offering incense and adding hundreds and hundreds of dollars of sesame oil, Fang Kong resolutely headed west.

…

Clearwater Bay is still the same golf course.

Nan Yi hit an eagle, threw the club to the caddy, and took the lead on the green.

Rotten Ghost Dong followed closely behind.

"Brother Dong, read the newspaper."

Nan Yi handed a copy of "Guangdong Daily" to Lan Guidong.

Lan Guidong glanced at the newspaper and said, "I heard about this news, and it has not affected my business."

"Yesterday I went to Wong Tai Sin and asked for a lottery ticket. I asked for my studies, and it turned out to be a lottery ticket. So I want to study hard in the next two years and get more certificates. If I have no food in the future, I will get a lottery ticket.
To be continued...