In order to make money and earn foreign exchange, Zhou Qingfeng can be said to do everything. He went through the law and selected the simpler and feasible businesses.
The "environmental protection" industry is the most durable and indispensable for human survival. Now that the comics are printed, the film and television products should also keep up.
The girl with the stage name'Susu' went to the bathroom and came back again in five minutes. She was filming "The Next Door Is Not Dead". The original paintings are in twelve volumes, but the screenwriters I got are very good at filling water, and I won’t be finished without filming 50 or 60 episodes.
Each episode is about half an hour, short and concise, compact in content, equivalent to a series.
Because of this drama, the midnight show of hk cinemas has been extremely popular recently, and the entire East Asian cinemas have set off a boom.
Hearing that video tapes can make a lot of foreign exchange, Xiao Jinlang couldn't help but feel excited. He and Chief Chen who followed him looked at each other, it turned out to be a throbbing heartbeat, and the idea of taking more shots and earning more came into being.
"Should this be written in the report?" Chen Mu asked in a low voice.
Old Xiao was awkward and disgusted just now, but then he regarded'Susu' as a good girl dedicated to the development of the country. He didn't even look at Chu Chen, and said with integrity, "If you want to write, you write. I don't think I have seen it."
Xiao Jinlang, you old fox!
Chief Chen thought to himself: "How do you tell me to write about this? If something goes wrong and the blame comes down from above, who is it? I'm not discussing it with you, and unifying it."
The warehouse remodeled the studio work late. The crew are all night owls, and the more energetic the deeper the night. Old Xiao watched the filming, and he did gain insights, but he came out after half an hour.
"Ouyang, isn't President Zhou coming to hk? Where is he?"
Ouyang Jun also spread his hands, "I don't know. When I went ashore, I called Zhou Zong's number at hk, but I couldn't get through.
The terminal receiving goods said that the "environmental protection" industry has been booming recently, and hk has produced a lot of low-quality piracy, which caused us a lot of loss. The president came this time to deal with piracy. "
Piracy
loss
Xiao Jinlang suddenly became angry, and even Chief Chen on the side was furious.
Is it easy for me to earn some foreign exchange? The face was gone, and it worked so hard to find a way to make a fortune. In just a few days, someone came to grab food from the tiger's mouth, and it was impatient to live.
"Who is so bold?" Chief Chen asked eagerly, "Do you want to help? Mainland China still has a little influence in hk."
Ouyang shrank his neck and shook his head: "I don't know too well, it is said that it is a group of poor and crazy Vietnamese.
They are courageous, not afraid of death, and do whatever makes money. After knowing this, Mr. Zhou only said "Oh", and then he disappeared.
The local staff of Hk said that it is not us that should worry about now, but the group of Vietnamese. They are even very happy, as if waiting for a good show. "
Lao Xiao and Chen Chu glanced at each other and didn't understand them at all.
In the 1970s, with the end of the'Vietnam War', American troops withdrew from South Vietnam, and a large number of Vietnamese refugees fled into hk. These people are poor and miserable, and they often fight in the downtown area, causing hk's law and order to be quite chaotic.
Because there is only one bad life left for the poor, overseas immigrants in Vietnam have always lived at the bottom. Their footprints are all over the world, and the feeling to outsiders is'black, thin, forbearing, and fierce'.
This time I saw the "environmental protection" comics on the market coming in quickly, and they didn't have much technical content. Someone wanted to get a share of the pie.
The Hk local gang was beaten twice by Zhou Qingfeng. Especially when he washed the mourning hall for the second time, the whole hall disappeared without a trace overnight, which really frightened many people.
But the Vietnamese were not frightened. Their circle is closed, they hardly communicate with the outside world, and they don't care or even hear the rumors on the market. They only see the opportunity to make money.
So in the middle of the night, a'Jialing' motorcycle was carrying a young man, and drove rumblingly towards the northern part of hk's New Territories. This is an area close to the Shenzhen River, and a large amount of farmland is still reserved thirty years later.
Without GPS and unfamiliar with roads, the young man was walking around among residential buildings in the North District holding a map. It took a long time to find a messy residential area.
The dilapidated streets are mostly buildings from the 1950s and 1960s. The signboards on the shop lacked the brush and the drawing, and there was nothing to do with the international metropolis at all.
It was late at night, and only the Orioles standing on the street were walking around. Occasionally, people appear in the market, either the salty and wet guys seeking pleasure, or the rebellious little ruffians.
The young man rode a motorcycle and stopped in front of the Orioles, took out a large Hong Kong dollar, and beckoned.
"Boss, follow me." The exposed Liu Ying carried a small bag and walked to the young man with her feet on her feet. She couldn't see the young man's face wearing a helmet, so she could only glance at the motorcycle he was riding.
This motorcycle is so big, a circle bigger than the normal "Jialing" motorcycle. Its appearance has also undergone some changes and is more streamlined. The engine sound is deeper, representing strong power.
The young man didn't get out of the car, and stuffed the banknotes into the buttons of the underwear on Liu Ying's chest.
He didn't take off his helmet either, just opened the map in his hand, and asked, "I'm in an underground printing factory. It should be a Vietnamese who opened it, but I don't know where it is?"
Hearing that he was looking for a Vietnamese, Liu Ying turned his head and left.
The young man grabbed his arm and forced the Orioles to turn his head, begging: "Brother, the money is back to you. I don't want to cause trouble."
"You have gotten into trouble." The young man forced his hands and forced him to ask: "Either you tell where the underground printing house is? Or I squeeze your hand? You choose one."
The young Oriole screamed, squeezed by the strength of the young man, and shook his head vigorously. The other warblers on the street shunned.
Before long, two skinny little rascals ran out of the dark corner, pointed at the young man and yelled, "Sad, don't cause trouble. If you don't play with women, just get out."
At this moment, the young man realized that he seemed to have reached the target group, because the Cantonese accents of the two little ruffians were obviously weird.
"I'm looking for an underground printing factory. It is estimated that there are so many old machines, seven or eight workers, and the leader is a group of Vietnamese."
The young man rode forward and strangled the throat of the little ruffian on the left. The little ruffian on the right did not see the opponent's movements clearly, and immediately realized that it was something wrong, turned his head and ran, shouting along the way.
The young man stunned the little ruffian in his hand. The heavy motorcycle unhurriedly followed the escaping man, and turned into the alley beside the community street.
The alley is very narrow, less than two meters wide.
Domestic sewage is flowing on the ground, and the sewer pipe here must have been blocked long ago.
There were many drying racks on both sides of the alley, and the escaped little ruffian yelled wildly while pulling the clothes to be dried to the ground. The tires of heavy motorcycles ran over all the way, splashing sewage, leaving clear wheel marks.
At the end of the alley was an open room, and behind the rusty iron door came out several small but fierce guys. When they heard the little ruffian's cry, the copy guy rushed forward.
The area of the tin room is quite large, and under the light, you can see several working printing presses inside. The sound of paper printing is endless and full of rhythm.
When the young man's motorcycle drove forward, a sharp boss sprang out from the tin room, holding an AKM-47 in his hand, screaming fiercely.
It's scary.
Finally found the right place.