Chinese Workers' Union Headquarters in Santa Fe.
Huang Peishan lowered his head, stood beside Huo Dongsheng, and answered softly: "They will arrive the day after tomorrow. I have already arranged it at the Baolian Hotel. Don't worry, I have prepared everything that needs to be prepared."
"Do a good job of security," Huo Dongsheng reminded softly, "Ensure his safety."
"It has also been arranged," Huang Peishan responded immediately, "The participants are all our direct relatives."
"Hmm..." Huo Dongsheng nodded slightly.
“Then who from our side will go over…?” Huang Peishan asked tentatively.
"Dong Ke, Liu Tao, it's just the three of you." Huo Dongsheng pointed at Huang Peishan and said, "Let's meet first."
"Okay, I'll go and notify them right away." Huang Peishan immediately turned around and went out.
Huo Dongsheng sat in his office, his hands folded, thinking about something. Less than five minutes later, there was another knock on the office door.
“Boom boom boom!”
Huo Dongsheng responded: "Come in."
The office door was pushed open, and Wu Boxin, who had become the head of Huaxing Trading Company, strode in: "Old Huo, are you busy?"
"I'm not busy right now, come on, sit down!"
Huo Dongsheng asked Wu Boxin to sit on the sofa next to him.
"It's just right that you're here. I have some special tea that was just delivered from the Hua District." Huo Dongsheng opened the drawer and took out a wooden jar: "This tea... I asked Wang Xiao for it. Ordinary people can't drink it."
He sat opposite Wu Boxin, fiddling with the teapot in front of him, skillfully picking out the tea leaves, putting them into the teapot, and then starting to boil water to make tea.
Wu Boxin sat on the sofa, looking at Lao Huo fiddling with the tea set, and said directly: "Lao Huo, approve some money for me. I am planning to hold a private cocktail party in Jia City next week. Several important people are coming, and I have to pay a little commission to the middleman."
Huo Dongsheng nodded and asked while washing the tea set, "How much do you want?"
"About 10 million." Wu Boxin reported a number.
"Well, I'll approve 15 million for you." Huo Dongsheng agreed without hesitation: "We can't make the purchase too shabby, otherwise no one will run errands for us in the future."
After the tea was ready, Huo Dongsheng poured a cup for Wu Boxin first. As the steaming hot tea flowed out, a scent of tea also spread out.
"Open and frank." Wu Boxin was very satisfied. He and Lao Huo had a very pleasant cooperation. No matter whether he wanted people or money, the other party never said no, let alone interfered.
"It's all for the sake of running the association well." Huo Dongsheng said with a smile, "If it weren't for you, Old Wu, our Huaxing Trading Company wouldn't have been able to develop so fast."
"It's mainly because of your support." Wu Boxin also made a business compliment: "Okay, then you drink, I'll call the other party back."
"Don't worry, you still have time to drink tea." Huo Dongsheng looked at Wu Boxin with concern and said casually, "Work is indeed important, but people of our age also need to rest occasionally! If your health collapses, it will be a loss for the association."
This is how Huo Dongsheng interacts with people. He is never impatient or anxious and can get things done while chatting about daily life.
Wu Boxin sat in the room for about half an hour before leaving with the approval slip.
Huo Dongsheng was happy to approve the funds, and Wu Boxin was relieved, but some different opinions were heard from within the Chinese Workers' Union, including Wang An and Wang Xiao, who all felt that the money given to Wu Boxin was too much. In the past two months, there have been four or five approvals of more than 10 million yuan.
But because Wu Boxin did play a role, these dissatisfied voices were gradually suppressed.
…
A warehouse in Longcheng.
The warehouse was located in a remote area, a bit dirty and messy, and there were not many people around. In front of the warehouse, there were two silver vans parked, and a young man was squatting on the ground next to the vans, smoking.
Not far away, a black SUV drove over and slowly stopped in front of the warehouse door.
The car door opened and Yu Mingyuan walked out with a gloomy face.
"President Yu."
When the young man saw Yu Mingyuan, he immediately stood up and greeted him.
Yu Mingyuan nodded and walked towards the warehouse. The young man ran to the front and opened the warehouse door for Yu Mingyuan.
There were about ten people inside, including Zhou Tonghui and Kong Zhenghui. In addition to the two of them, Brother Qiu was also in the warehouse. He sat on a chair, playing cards with his men around a cardboard box. On Brother Qiu's face, there was a scar that looked like a centipede.
Seeing Yu Mingyuan, Brother Qiu immediately threw away the cards in his hand, stood up, and greeted Yu Mingyuan: "Hello, President Yu."
"Yes." Yu Mingyuan waved his hand, "Everyone is here, let's have a meeting."
The warehouse door was closed again, and everyone hurriedly moved their stools and sat around a table in the warehouse.
After Yu Mingyuan sat down, he glanced at everyone and asked, "Brother Qiu has told you everything, right?"
Everyone nodded, and Yu Mingyuan looked at Kong Zhenghui who was sitting next to him: "Is the plan ready?"
"It's all done." Kong Zhenghui nodded expressionlessly.
"Okay." Yu Mingyuan looked at Zhou Tonghui on the other side and asked, "What about you? Have you found the manpower?"
"That's fine with me." Zhou Tonghui made a gesture to indicate that everything was fine. "They are all from District 1. They are our brothers. They are reliable and can be trusted. Don't worry."
"Okay." Yu Mingyuan held up two fingers: "I'll emphasize two points: First, Zhenghui will distribute the plan to everyone in a while, and you must strictly implement it. There must not be any mistakes. Remember, you must not leave any trace of us, otherwise all the previous preparations will be wasted and the time will be wasted. Second, we have held on for five months just for this day, everyone should pay attention and make it a final decision!"
Everyone nodded, and Yu Mingyuan discussed with everyone for a while. When everything was almost finished, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's do it."
As soon as he stood up, Brother Qiu called him.
"President Yu, let me go!" Brother Qiu stared at Yu Mingyuan and volunteered: "No one is more suitable for this job than me."
"You can't, your face is too familiar." Yu Mingyuan directly rejected Brother Qiu: "Besides, you have some personal emotions."
Brother Qiu was silent. Although he was in charge of military intelligence for the An faction, the upper level department had close ties with Yu Mingyuan's Tongji Club. The two were of the same lineage, so Yu Mingyuan could be considered his leader.
Yu Mingyuan reached out and patted Brother Qiu on the shoulder: "You have things to do later, don't worry."
Brother Qiu nodded slowly, and agreed with Yu Mingyuan's statement in his heart.
Everyone walked out the door and got into their cars. Kong Zhenghui stayed behind and quietly pulled Yu Mingyuan to keep him.
"Mingyuan..." Kong Zhenghui had a complicated expression and asked, "Have you thought it through? Do you really want to do this? We didn't mess up the dishes, so we have to clean up the mess...!"
Yu Mingyuan said in a low voice: "The plate doesn't belong to one person, I have already decided."
"Okay then." Seeing that Yu Mingyuan had made up his mind, Kong Zhenghui said nothing more and turned to leave the warehouse.
…
An office in an unknown area.
A blond man sat at a desk and said slowly to a middle-aged man in front of him: "Go and do this, and be sure to keep it confidential."