Li Wenjun pulled out a chair and sat down calmly in front of Mr. Tang. He knows Mr. Tang too well. This guy's temperament is somewhat similar to Tao Guangming's, and he's even weirder than Tao Guangming. Not only does he have a bad temper, he won't accept soft or hard advice, but he also changes his face at every turn. Those who are submissive to him will be disliked by him.
"How can I help you?" Li Wenjun asked in Cantonese.
He had learned Mr. Tang's Mandarin before, and it was much scarier than the "I am Zha Zhahui" one. Fortunately, he had a strong learning ability and learned Cantonese in a few months. From then on, he could communicate with Mr. Tang without any barriers.
This is also the reason why Mr. Tang dislikes most mainland businessmen. They require translators and are laughed at for their Mandarin. According to his own words: I didn’t laugh at how poor other people’s Cantonese is, it’s true!
After hearing Li Wenjun's standard Cantonese, Mr. Tang had the same reaction as the people in the car. He looked Li Wenjun up and down in surprise.
"Oh, you are a country bumpkin born in China, and you can also speak Cantonese. It's really rare."
Li Wenjun simply ignored the scornful term "country bumpkin". Anyway, that's how Mr. Tang talked to people. If he didn't curse someone, he would feel uncomfortable. Later, I changed some things after dealing with Li Wenjun a lot.
Now that Mr. Tang is younger and more energetic, his gangster spirit is stronger, and he sincerely despises Li Wenjun, he naturally speaks more harshly.
Li Wenjun said: "Whatever you want to do, just move the car away first, otherwise there will be no need to talk about anything."
Mr. Tang laughed when he heard this.
The woman quietly waved her hand to Li Wenjun.
Without this woman's reminder, Li Wenjun knew that this was a sign that Tang would lose his temper, but he had no intention of avoiding it.
Mr. Tang took a pair of scissors from the table and put it on Li Wenjun's neck: "You little pretty boy, you dare to threaten me, you must be tired of living."
The woman's face turned pale with fright, and she subconsciously stood up and took two steps back.
The sharp tip shone coldly in the sun, so cold that the hair on Li Wenjun's neck stood up.
Li Wenjun did not hide or retreat, but said calmly: "This is not a port city. I advise you not to do anything. The conditions in the labor camp here are much worse than those in Stanley Prison, and no one will give you cigarettes."
The expression on Mr. Tang's face changed several times, ranging from surprise to panic, but more hesitant.
He suddenly put down the scissors, threw it on the table, sat back, and said with a smile: "Just kidding, young people are quite courageous."
Li Wenjun raised his chin: "Move the car first."
Mr. Tang narrowed his eyes: "You'd better give me a good reason."
Li Wenjun smiled: "What reason do you need? The road is blocked. Isn't this reason enough? Don't you claim to be a good citizen?"
Mr. Tang narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Don't bluff me. It's like you know me well."
Li Wenjun said: "If you don't move the car, you will regret it in three minutes."
Mr. Tang hesitated for a moment and said to the woman who also sat back: "Tell them to move the car and park it under the tree in front."
The woman pouted and went out, shouting: "Boss, please move the car."
Then there was the sound of an engine outside, and then it stopped again a moment later.
Mr. Tang said: "What you said had better be the truth."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dump truck carrying garbage passed by with a "boom boom boom" that made the floor tremble. The dump truck rushed down the slope, then made a sharp turn and drove away.
If the car had not been moved just now, that shiny Rolls-Royce would have been turned into an accident car.
Everyone sitting in the car turned pale with fear.
They parked randomly on their own, and others came to warn them. If they were scratched or bruised, it was their own fault.
Mr. Tang suddenly smiled and gave a thumbs up to Li Wenjun: "They all say that Mr. Li is very interesting. I saw it today."
Li Wenjun's mouth twitched: "Both each other."
Mr. Tang raised his chin at the woman: "I'll make her some evening dresses. This woman has such bad taste. Even if she has money, she doesn't know how to dress herself up. It would be embarrassing to take her out."
Li Wenjun nodded and asked: "What style do you want? Hollywood style, Hong Kong film style, or European aristocratic style."
Mr. Tang: "No matter what style, as long as it suits her."
Li Wenjun said to the woman: "Go in and find Tailor Ji inside to measure your size."
The woman immediately got up and went in.
Li Wenjun said: "Mr. Tang knows our rules. We are only responsible for design and production. You have to find the fabric yourself."
Mr. Tang said: "No problem, just make your request and I will ask someone to deliver it."
The pager on Li Wenjun's waist buzzed. He looked down and saw that it was Gu Zhanyan who asked him if he would go back for dinner.
Gu Zhanyan was probably not sure whether he brought a walkie-talkie or not.
He took out his walkie-talkie, turned it on, and said to Gu Zhanyan: "I'll be back later, you eat first, don't wait for me."
This was specially done for him to talk to Gu Zhanyan.
Recently, I have been wandering around the construction site and factory rooms, and sometimes I have to go back to the office to answer phone calls, which is quite troublesome.
Mr. Tang stared at the pager and walkie-talkie in his hand: "Did you do this?"
Li Wenjun nodded: "Yes."
Mr. Tang took the walkie-talkie, looked at it, licked his lips and said, "This pager is really ugly. How much does it cost for one?"
Li Wenjun was secretly amused: His habit has never changed. When talking about important things or things that interest him, he can't help but lick his lips. And he would belittle the item before he bargained for it.
Mr. Tang had an ulterior motive for coming here this time. He must have heard about his walkie-talkie and pager, and came to investigate under the guise of making clothes.
After all, the port city is also vigorously starting to build base stations and develop paging systems. Mr. Tang naturally wanted to grab the first piece of meat.
Li Wenjun replied: "800 for walkie-talkies and 1,000 for pagers. If you need it in the future, I can also help you make a microcomputer for the paging station."
Mr. Tang said: "Why did you sell the pager to others for 500 and to me for 1,000?"
Li Wenjun replied calmly: "Because what is sold to others is different from what is sold to you. What they use is an experimental machine, and what you have is a genuine machine."
Mr. Tang suddenly laughed again: "You young boy talks nonsense, why do you insist that I will buy it from you?"
Li Wenjun said: "I'm not sure. But I know that you want to do communication. Pagers are too expensive in Hong Kong City. And you have a big business and need walkie-talkies."
Mr. Tang narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You know too much. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Li Wenjun smiled: "Don't be afraid, because I will do business with you for another forty years."
Mr. Tang couldn't help but show a shocked expression.
After a while, he said: "It looks a little faded, but the display is quite clear. I want to buy a hundred pagers and twenty walkie-talkies from you. But I only have Hong Kong dollars. You know, I can't bring in money. I can’t take it out either.”
