MTL - Centennial Family, Rising From Hong Kong Island-Chapter 341

This is a difficult process.

Although the U.S. financial sector has been devastated by the stock market crash, and the supervision on the flow of funds may be relaxed, it does not mean that it is not seen at all.

Therefore, the premise of doing all actions is to be as low-key as possible.

On this day, Li Yunjie reported to him the progress of the new work.

225 billion US dollars, 150 billion has been transferred out, and it is being deposited in Standard Chartered Bank at this time.

The rest is still in progress and is expected to be completed within ten days.

At this moment, Su Shaoze's mood is more than half of it. As long as the money is really in his hands, it is his own money.

Excited, Su Shaoze went home early, ready to celebrate with his wives.

"Where's the eldest lady?"

"The eldest lady is in the upstairs room and seems a little unhappy." The servant in the living room said softly.

Su Shaoze nodded silently, walked up the stairs, and opened Ye Yingwen's door.

It was found that Ye Yingwen was lying on the bed, with a quilt covering her slender thighs, and reading with a book in her hand.

It is a love novel, Su Shaoze feels that sometimes she is like a young woman of literature and art.

"What's the matter? I heard that you are a little unhappy today. What happened? Or are you sick?"

Su Shaoze stepped forward and put his palm on Ye Yingwen's forehead.

fine!

The temperature is not high.

It doesn't look like his face is morbidly haggard, but he is in a bad mood.

Ye Yingwen raised her head, looked at Su Shaoze and sighed softly: "I'm fine, I just went back to Tuen Mun today and saw some things, and I'm in a bad mood."

Su Shaoze was silent, he naturally knew what Su Shaoze saw.

Although the stock market crash on Hong Kong Island was far less severe than that in the United States, it also caused a large number of investors to go bankrupt, and there were not a few people who committed suicide by jumping off buildings.

Moreover, because of the closure of the company and the shutdown of the factory, a large number of unemployed people, who are not shareholders, have also been affected.

Economic turmoil, social instability, and even some people living at the bottom of society have become a problem even to eat enough.

They dragged their family and brought their family together, and their lives must be very miserable. After seeing these human tragedies, Ye Yingwen was in a good mood!

But what really made Ye Yingwen depressed was another thing.

"Aze, Boss Huang is dead." Ye Yingwen said with an uncomfortable expression.

Su Shaoze was stunned: "Boss Huang? Which Boss Huang?"

At this moment, what Su Shaoze thought of in his head turned out to be the image of a short stump.

Huang Zhiwei.

And his wife is Su Shaoze's friend, Song Yanan, an old friend for many years.

"I haven't seen Boss Huang for a long time~" Su Shaoze said secretly in his heart.

However, he had contacted Mrs. Huang, Song Yanan, some time ago.

Over the years, the two have never broken contact at all. They often have secret rendezvous. Su Shaoze will call her when she thinks of it. The two have a special secret base.

"Could it be that Lao Huang went bankrupt and jumped off the building?" Su Shaoze said to himself, not listening to Song Yanan.

If such a big thing happened, Song Yanan would definitely call Su Shaoze.

But soon, Su Shaoze knew that he was wrong.

It turned out that Ye Yingwen was talking about another Huang boss.

When Su Shaoze first came to Hong Kong Island, his first job was in a tea restaurant, and it was at that place that Su Shaoze and Ye Yingwen met.

So for the two of them, the small tea restaurant has a special meaning. This time, Ye Yingwen went to Tuen Mun for a special look.

Unexpectedly, I got bad news.

"Boss Huang's son secretly took all his money to invest in stocks, and he also mortgaged the house, and may have borrowed a lot of usury."

"All at once."

"After Boss Huang found out, he suffered a heart attack~"

Ye Yingwen said softly, it was very uncomfortable.

Although that Boss Huang was very stingy, he was a good man. Now that he was at an age when he could not retire, his son lost all his pension money.

That's horrible.

Moreover, there are many people like Boss Huang on Hong Kong Island who have gone bankrupt and lost most of their life savings overnight.

Su Shaoze didn't say much, sighed softly, sat down beside the bed, and put Ye Yingwen's body in his arms.

"The stock market crash is only temporary and will pass soon."

"Boss Huang's incident has already happened, and it is irreversible. I will have someone send a wreath to him tomorrow."

"In addition, I will donate another billion to the charitable fund to solve the basic survival problems of citizens."

"By the way, Ship King and Li Chaoren will also come to donate."

...

Galaxy Charity Fund is a non-profit organization under the Galaxy Group.

Su Shaoze's move is for fame on the one hand, and comfort on the other hand.

Su Shaoze earned more than 200 billion US dollars in the United States. It is nothing to give back 1 billion to give back to the elders and villagers on Hong Kong Island. It is absolutely enough.

Anyway, it's all the money of the Americans, so it is also necessary to rescue the needy citizens of Hong Kong Island.

As for the victims of the disaster in the United States, can Su Shaoze not care?

Chapter five hundred and eighty-ninth memorial, usury [seeking flowers! Ask for a monthly pass! 】

Huangji Tea Restaurant.

This is a time-honored restaurant in Tuen Mun, handed down from the father of Boss Huang, with a low price and a well-known reputation.

It's just that there was an accident at Huangji Tea Restaurant recently, and Boss Huang is gone!

"Hey, although Lao Huang is a good person on weekdays, Xing Zai's mother passed away last year, and he has no relatives on Hong Kong Island, so Lao Huang helped to take care of the funeral."

"He is a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person. He always scolds and reprimands employees on weekdays, but when something happens, he really contributes!"

"It's a pity that a very good person is gone!"

"It's not his son of a bitch, don't do a good job, go learn how to trade stocks, now it's alright, a stock market crash, I lost everything, even his father's life was lost, I can let my son leave in the future. Keep that thing away."

"Old Huang's son is not bad. He used to be a handsome boy who worked hard, but he was confused for a while!"

"I accidentally made friends, I heard that I was tricked."

...

Outside Huang's house, the surrounding neighbors gathered together, talking softly, or shaking their heads, or pity, or anger.

They have been neighbors for decades. Today is the day of Lao Huang's funeral. Of course, they have to come and help.

You can work without money.

The layout of the mourning hall is very simple, with a portrait in the middle, an incense case, surrounded by wreaths sent by some relatives and friends.

No big deal!

The reason is simple, no money!

Lao Huang's son lost all his money in the stock market.

Got stuck!

The value of the stocks in hand has fallen by less than one-third of the original value, and even so, there is no one who can take the order.

If that's the case, that's fine. It's a big deal to hold it for a long time. After the appreciation comes back, maybe you can make a small profit.

But the biggest problem is that it won't last until then!

The family's food, drink, housing, and transportation, repayment of mortgages and car loans, every day when you open your eyes and close your eyes is money, and completely live yourself as a social animal.

Ordinary people are like this, and Huang Xingguang, the son of Lao Huang, is even more miserable.

He mortgaged the house!

Also took out a high-interest loan.

At that time, the friend swore to tell him that the stock would rise sharply, and it would double in less than three months.

Huang Xingguang believed.

At the beginning, the stock did go up, and Xiao Huang was very excited.

But bad luck, less than half a month later, the stock market crash broke out, and all the efforts came to nothing overnight.

All his money was trapped in the stock market, and his father died of anger.

And if he doesn't pay after the deadline, not only will the house be confiscated by the bank, but he will also face debt collection from usury.

Huang Xingguang regretted to death in his heart, and hated that he was so obsessed with his mind that he thought of getting rich overnight.

There is no such thing in the world.

Of course, it must be said that he was deceived. The original stock did rise sharply, but the bad thing was his bad luck, and he actually encountered a stock market crash.

Inside the mourning hall, Huang Xingguang bowed gently to the guests in return, while his wife and mother hugged their son and knelt in front of the portrait.

"Sorry~"

"Guangzai...hey~"

In the mourning hall, some uncles came to worship and said some words of comfort to Huang Xingguang, or looked at him with unsatisfactory eyes, but it was useless to say anything now.

Huang Xingguang looked sad and returned the salute one by one.

He is in his early thirties, he is not tall, he is relatively thin, with one eye, he has a gentle appearance.

Not like a prodigal at all.

In fact, although the previous Huang Xingguang was not too good, he was much stronger than most of his peers on Hong Kong Island.

I got good grades in school. After graduation, I worked as a clerk in a company. I watched my colleagues around me make a lot of money by investing in stocks. I also wanted to get rich overnight, but now I regret it to death.

Just as the funeral was going on, Huang Xingguang finished sending off a round of guests and looked at the door, but his expression suddenly changed.

A few young and bewildered boys with long hair and tattoos in floral shirts walked over in a dangling pace.

"Hey, what a coincidence you're here today? I met Bai Shi."

Leading a young and dangerous boy walked in, squinted his eyes and looked around, his face was full of disgust.

Looking at these young and dangerous boys, Huang Xingguang felt a little guilty and a little nervous. After all, he was just an ordinary person before, and he did not have much interaction with these young and dangerous boys.

"Brother Cheng, today is my dad's death anniversary. Let's talk about it later." Huang Xingguang hurried forward and said in front of Brother Cheng.

These people are not good people, they are loan sharks.

Huang Xingguang borrowed some money from them.

I thought that it would be doubled in three months, and I could quickly repay the loan sharks and make a lot of money, but I didn't expect it to be all locked up.

"Don't worry, Xingzai, I'm not a sensible person. Your dad has been running a restaurant on this street for decades. I will definitely give him his face and won't let him go unsafe."

"Old Huang is such a good person! What a pity!"

Ah Cheng said with a sigh, looking sad and pity, patted Huang Xingguang's shoulder lightly.

Said some comforting words.

"However, Guangzi, I still have to remind you that the money you owe us is about to be repaid."

"I'm good at talking, but when our boss comes, it's hard to say."

"I know you are in trouble, but try to find a way to pay back the money as soon as possible!" Acheng said.

Not too forced, the attitude is not bad.