I Haven’t Been A Boss For Many Years

I Haven’t Been A Boss For Many Years Chapter 160

2022-03-09

Chapter 160 Justices of the Peace

New Territories.

Kwun Tong, Cha Kwo Ling, the foot of the mountain, Mau Ping Village.

Xiangjiang in the 1980s, like the mainland, was extremely unbalanced in development. The urban area was full of high-rise buildings, busy with traffic and prosperous, while the suburbs were trapped in fishing, farming, poor roads, poverty and backwardness.

A large number of young and middle-aged people in Mau Ping Village go to Kowloon and Central to work part-time. The remaining middle-age person can still farm. , life is hard.

Zhang Guobin took a car and three vans, carrying diesel, rice, oil and salt, to visit poor families and deliver food.

Mau Ping Village suffered a fire last year, displacing more than 3,000 households. The government allocated 800,000 resettlement funds to restore the village to its original state, but many old houses were only painted on the outside. New paint, the inside is still a piece of smoked traces.

Zhang Guobin has a few Kwun Tong boys under him. Last year, he asked a club to borrow usury loans to renovate the old house. Zhang Guobin knew about the fire house in Mau Ping Village. After eliminating the interest of the Kwun Tong boys, he chose Mau. Ping Village came to visit.

Zhang Guobin, Cheng Long, Hong Jingbao, sitting in the hall of a wood house, accompanied an old woman to bake charcoal fire, chatting about family life, the village chief of Mauping Village, New Territories gentry "Zhong Xiangqun" heard There was a Big Boss there, and without being invited, he took the initiative to bring two middle age persons to accompany him.

The old woman was wrapped in a blue and white quilt, with a hunched figure, spread out her wrinkled hands, and quietly placed it in front of the fire barrel, smiling.

A dozen or so brothers from the Haishe Society, wearing suits and sunglasses, with hands behind ones back, stood guard outside the old house with a solemn expression.

Li Chenghao, carrying a bag of rice in his left hand, three barrels of oil in his right hand, and full of fruit in his arms, stepped over the threshold and placed the supplies at the door of the fire room.

The old woman pursed her lips and opened her mouth to express her thanks in out-of-key Cantonese: "many thanks for posting, many thanks for posting."

Her vocabulary is very poor, either she doesn't speak, or she just talks Just say thank you, but his eyes are very innocent, like a child.

Cheng Long's smart eyes circled around the house, put his hand into the brown jacket, and quietly took out a red envelope.

Zhang Guobin picked up a cup of tea on the table and handed it to him: "Aaron, drink a cup of tea."

The rim of the old teacup has two knocks, There were a few pieces of broken tea leaves floating at the bottom of the cup, but the cup was very clean.

Cheng Long accidentally loosened the red envelope in his pocket, took the tea cup and said, "Okay, Zhang Sheng." Holding a leather bag, he picked up a phone call with his eldest brother, turned around and came back to accuse: "I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Hong, a Justice of the Peace came to the village to pay New Year's greetings, I'll go over to receive them first, and we'll go to the seafood restaurant for dinner... ..."

"No, Mister Zhong, you're busy first." Zhang Guobin was on fire, smiling, politely rejecting, Zhong Xiangqun didn't force it, and politely nodded: "Well, I'll say goodbye first. ”

He left in a hurry with the two of them, preparing to meet the noble JP. After half an hour, Li Chenghao walked into the room with a bundle of firewood, ignoring the neatness of his white suit. , put the firewood in the corner.

Zhang Guobin asked his subordinates to help the old lady clean the room, and then took Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao away.

Before leaving, the old woman held Zhang Guobin's hand, wiped her tears with the other, and repeated: "many thanks to you, you are really a good person."

The old man spoke I always love to cry, and it takes another quarter of an hour to say goodbye.

The entire group was walking on the yellow dirt road, and Cheng Long asked inexplicably: "Zhang Sheng, can't you get the red envelopes for the solution?"

He just realized Zhang Guobin's Meaning, he didn't take out the red envelope anymore, Zhang Guobin looked ahead and walked on the road: "Along, you have a kind heart, I am very happy, but doing good deeds is not always a kind deed, Chen Po stayed in the old house alone, She has been out of the village all the year round, and her son has been out to sea all the year round, how can she keep the red envelope you gave?"

"Not to mention being robbed, but the people in the village know that she has money and may be helping to buy rice. When cooking, I will cut one more."

Cheng Long experienced a hard life when he was young, but he was still ominously aware of the predicament of the lonely and widowed elderly. I'm watching from the side."

"Zhang Sheng, what you said makes sense." He nodded and acknowledged: "It's because of my lack of thought."

"So, I'm here. The New Territories visit only brought some grain, oil and fruit, and asked my brothers to help clean the house and chop some firewood, but we can't change the rest." Zhang Guobin wore a red tie and was well-dressed.

"Mr. Zhang, I have an idea." Hong Jingbao stretched out his belly and stepped forward, walked like a dragon and stepped like a tiger, with a domineering posture.

But he kept his hands tied and kept walking on the right, two steps behind Zhang Guobin, he was thinking and said, "Can we take the old house in Mauping Village? Reinforcing and renovating, I have seen many houses with new paint on the exterior, and some houses have not even been painted."

"en?" Zhang Guobin was surprised, and looked back at Hong Jingbao: "Bao Brother, you have a good idea."

Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao were able to take time to visit the lonely old man together, Zhang Guobin was very satisfied in his heart.

This kind of thing, if someone wants to come, naturally they won't stop it.

Now, Hong Jing Bao is willing to take the initiative to contribute, which is really unexpected.

Hong Jingbao said very seriously: "This money is not much, I am willing to pay for it personally."

"In the final analysis, this is the government's business. It is inevitable that there will be money calls. I originally just wanted to come and see and do my best, but if Brother Bao has the heart, I can also contribute a little money." As long as someone does good deeds, Zhang Guobin never stings a respectful title, And he donated money alone. First, the company has to develop in the near future. Second, the donation needs to be used rationally, so that the money can be realized and turned into a reality.

Charitable funds are also the most prone to corruption.

Children's Charity Fund is also supervised by the government, and the Independent Commission Against Corruption audits its accounts all the year round, and the non-governmental charity Foundation can just laugh it off.

But now if other people join, the situation is different.

"Zhang Sheng, I am also willing to donate a sum of money." Cheng Long seized the opportunity and interjected.

"Okay, open an account first, and put the money in the state guest building, Ah Hao, you are responsible for keeping an eye on it. When the charity project is launched, send the financial report and information to Mr. Hong, and Mr. Cheng can read it. , we make money to make money, and we spend money to spend money, and we will never do things that make money in the name of charity." Zhang Guobin instructed in a solemn voice.

Li Chenghao swept the sawdust on the corner of his clothes with his hand, and immediately said: "I see, Zhang Sheng, leave this matter to me."

"en. "Zhang Guobin nods, I am very relieved about Ahao's way of doing things!

Especially in this kind of thing...

Now, one, two people join, maybe ten, twenty in the future.

Zhang Guobin is not in a hurry to develop the so-called charitable fund, but feels that the entertainment industry can make money faster. If he can use his self-silhouette as a basis, he can pull part of the donation and do something practical for the bottom-level citizens of Hong Kong. It's not a good choice.

When the entire group was passing by the entrance of the village, they happened to bump into the New Territories JP who came to take pictures. They saw the JP wearing a suit, glasses, and a mid-parted hair, with more than 20 people in grandiose, standing there. Among the more than 20 villagers at the entrance of the village, among several elderly people, smiling and looking at the camera, the leather shoes are clean and tidy, but there is really no dirt on them.

Zhang Guobin turned his head and glanced, surprised to find that the JP was a middle-aged woman, looking like a pork chop. Subjective likes and dislikes, work well, understandable!

Li Chenghao opened the door for him and Zhang Guobin got into the car.

Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao sat in a business car behind, the horses got into the van, Zhong Xiangqun, a squire, saw a group of stars from DreamWorks, the Boss left, and came up to see him off specially, Zhang Guobin said politely, They left by car. Coincidentally, the Justice of the Peace and his entourage got into the car at the same time and left Mau Ping Village. The motorcade followed behind the DreamWorks motorcade.

"Brother Bao, do you think of setting up a charity fund?" Cheng Long sat in the business car, smoking a cigar, twisting his shoulders, and lying down in a comfortable position.

"suddenly have a thought." Hong Jingbao replied casually.

"This is really a good way to build a relationship with Mr. Zhang." Cheng Long said happily, "Our contract was signed with Jiahe, but we were able to maintain our relationship with Mr. Zhang through the charity fund..."

"You're thinking too much." Hong Jingbao blanked his face and gave him a blank look: "I'm just influenced by Mr. Zhang, and I really want to do something."

"That's right. ..." Cheng Long sighed a little, his eyes filled with incredulity: "It's exactly the same as me."

Intentionally or unconsciously, Cheng Long has begun to learn from Boss Zhang's work, trying to build prestige in the film industry, doing An admirable big brother.

But in front of Hong Jingbao, he was undoubtedly a little tender.

Li Chenghao was in the car, but he spoke without careful diction, and said disdainfully: "Brother Bing, that New Territories Justice of the Peace, come to the New Territories to act!"

"Put on you! Auntie, I don't act seriously, I just get angry."

"Ahao, don't be like this." Zhang Guobin's expression was as usual, and he persuaded: "Now the justices of the peace are all ghosts. There is a series, and the roots are not right. If you don’t look at us Chinese, will you do the right thing if you solve it?”

“Going through the motions, you have to know what you have in mind.”

“If you want me to say, The Hong Kong government might as well award you a Justice of the Peace." Li Chenghao said angrily: "You do this position!"

"Hehe, before 1997, how could there be a real Big Boss to be a Justice of the Peace." Zhang Guobin pondered the ring in his hand, smiled playfully, but said the truth. A Justice of the Peace is an official honor awarded by the Hong Kong British government to a celebrity in Hong Kong and a person with an important position in the capital society. It can be understood as a non-hereditary, low-level title, Before 1997, many tycoons and celebrities were awarded to Hong Kong tycoons, but few actually received them. The overwhelming majority of justices of the peace were all after 1997. The SAR government inherited the honor of "JP" and re-issued them before receiving them.

“If you give me this position, I won’t do it!” Zhang Guobin said disdainfully.

Ask for a monthly pass.

(end of this chapter)