He didn't know which Japan had killed his father, but he knew that most of the goods in the foreign goods store, besides being looted by the Japan army, had been sold cheaply to Xia Zuoji by the Japan. So, although there was no evidence, Dijon Mei Zhenni stubbornly believed that the real culprit in his father's death was the Xia Zuoji family, who coveted his business.
Actually, his own father also wanted to do business with the Japan, but he was a step too slow and Xia Zuoji beat him to it.
"Mr. Mei." A voice rang out from the intersection of Stamp Street and Des Voeux Road Street. Mei Dirang turned around and saw China person in a suit and black-rimmed glasses riding a bicycle toward him, a leather briefcase hanging from the handlebars, swaying precariously.
"It's... it's Mr. Gao." Mei Zhenni paused for a moment, stood up, and thought for a while before remembering who the other person was.
He was a friend that Mei Dirang bartering tobacco and alcohol with various military camps. At that time, many people bartered with the military camps to take advantage of the Britain military camps. This China person surnamed Gao was someone he met during the bartering. They had chatted together for many days. Before, when Mei Dirang some tobacco and alcohol that he couldn't sell, the other party bought his tobacco and alcohol at a higher market price, which could be considered as him taking care of him. He could be considered a friend from that time.
"Just call me Ah Hui, please." Scribe Hui, got off his bicycle, walked up to Mei Dirang with his briefcase, took out a cigarette and offered it to him, saying with a smile, "It's easiest to find you. All the other India prefer to live on Lascar Street, only you are willing to live here."
Mei Dirang scrutinized Scribe Hui. Back when they were bartering together at the military camp, Scribe Hui was dressed as a laborer in coarse cloth clothes, carrying goods on a shoulder pole. If it weren't for the fact that Scribe Hui was the only one among the barterers who wore glasses, Mei Dirang n't have believed that the person in front of him was the same Scribe Hui who delivered vegetables to the military camp more than half a year ago.
He first wiped his hands with a towel stained with black grease before taking the cigarette from the Scribe Hui, and asked curiously, "Mr. Gao, what kind of business are you... what are you doing now?"
"I'll do whatever business makes money. Hey, find a place, I have something to tell you, and I'll let you know if there's anything good." After lighting cigarettes for the two of them, Scribe Hui, lowered his voice and said to Mei Dirang.
"Then let's go to my restaurant, there's no one here anyway," Mei Dirang said, puzzled by the mysterious look on Scribe Hui.
He led Scribe Hui into the empty restaurant. Scribe Hui sniffed the curry aroma that filled the air, wrinkled his nose in discomfort, and said, "Boss Mei, if you're going to sell India food, you should go to Lascar Street. This whole street is full of China person. Who here would be used to eating curry?"
"What do you want? It's been so long, you seem like a different person. Have you made money?" Mei Dirang didn't even pour water for Scribe Hui before sitting down and asking him the question.
The Scribe Hui, lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know what's in the most demanding market in Hong Kong lately?"
"Gold? Medicine? Oil?" Mei Dirang a few casual answers to appease the other party. He didn't really believe that Scribe Hui, could accomplish much in six months, and besides, would the China person really be willing to help an India with something good?
Scribe Hui shook his head and said with a serious face, "Hair, long hair, especially the long hair of India."
When he heard Scribe Hui mention hair, Mei Dirang paused, "What about India long hair?"
"You haven't heard of him? Do you remember Xia Zuoji, who we all bartered with the military camp back then?" the Scribe Hui said to Mei Dirang.
Upon hearing the name Xia Zuoji, Mei Dirang's face darkened. "What happened to him?"
"He's made a fortune now. That guy makes money by smuggling hair from India to Hong Kong and selling it to wig factories. He sells a long Braid for one Hong Kong dollars and is now a big boss." The Scribe Hui, stared intently at Mei Dirang, his eyes practically gleaming, and said excitedly, "I heard that Xia Zuoji is planning to raise the price of hair recently. Several factories are unhappy with the increased price and want to find new sources. Some factories have already asked me if I can get their hands on some hair. That's why I came to you. I wanted to ask you, since Xia Zuoji can get hair from India, and you're also India, do you have any connections? Let's all get rich together? If you can get the hair, some factories have already said they'll sign a contract for ten thousand Hong Kong dollars immediately."
"Hair?" Mei Dirang tugged at her messy curly hair, hardly daring to look presentable. "One Braid, one Hong Kong dollars?"
Chapter 270 Song Tianyao Acts on Impulsively
In mid-March, the first batch of machines shipped from the United States factory finally arrived in Hong Kong. There were 37 sets, with some factories having four sets and others having two. Overnight, eleven more wig factories appeared in North Point, Tsuen Wan and other places in Hong Kong and immediately began production.
While workers in other factories were still learning and experimenting under Lou Fengyun's guidance, Tang family's Prosperity Wig Factory, with the help of workers they had previously recruited, quickly produced its first batch of wigs comparable to those from Song Tianyao's factory. The day after the wigs came off the production line, Tang Boqi flew back to the United States with the wigs produced by Xingye Factory. This time, with products in hand, he wouldn't be ridiculed as before when negotiating business with United States distributors. On the contrary, because of the current popularity of wigs among young people in the United States, and because the production of raw hair in the United States is not high due to its high price and scarcity, the black wigs that Tang Boqi brought were even more sought-after in the United States than ordinary gold and brown wigs. So when they heard that Tang Boqi's trading company had cooperative relationships with many wig factories in Hong Kong and also had a directly affiliated wig factory, those who had ridiculed Tang Boqi as an idiot last time they met him could no longer refuse a meeting with Tang Boqi under the lure of profits.
For them, wigs manufactured in Hong Kong and shipped to the United States for sale are cheaper and have a larger profit margin than wigs manufactured in factories in the United States, so they will naturally choose products made in Hong Kong.
Sensing the enthusiasm for wigs in the United States market, Tang Boqi did not return to Hong Kong directly, but instead called Tang Jingyuan in Hong Kong.