Chapter 330 Back to work
"What a mess! How many people in Hong Kong like Shandong cuisine? Otherwise, how could the two of us stay in a small restaurant and spend our days together?"

Old Man Meng scolded his apprentice: "We get paid every month, and we can get dividends at the end of the year. How great is that?"

"Oh"

"What happened today is definitely true. See? The whole family speaks in Beijing dialect. They must be from Beijing and can't get used to the local food in Hong Kong, so they just open a restaurant. Finally, there is a place for us two to use our skills. Once we settle down, I will find you a wife first. Many people came from the mainland this time."

The visit of Mr. Song from China Resources completely disrupted Wang Deming's own plans. The organization did not make any arrangements for Zhang Shouchun and the other three. It was estimated that the organization was particularly familiar with his situation, so they simply did not bother to do so.

It is not known whether he is specifically thinking of saving some salary?
After all, in Hong Kong, you can only spend Hong Kong dollars, which is also a kind of foreign exchange.
Originally, Wang Deming had already taken a fancy to an 8-storey building on Murray Road in Central, and was asking Mr. Huo to find someone to help buy it as a base for him to open a clinic and develop medicines. He didn't know if he would have time later.

Anyway, let's just take it one step at a time. I'm still dreaming of returning to Beijing in glory decades later and buying a street with a big budget!

Why sell that street to Li Bancheng? The annual rent is hundreds of billions. Wouldn't it be better to give it to yourself? Of course, the senior executives in Beijing are not unfamiliar with it. Their relatives and friends will definitely take care of it.

The next morning, Wang Deming changed into a Zhongshan suit and asked the driver to drive him to China Resources Holdings on Pedder Street in Central.

The predecessor of China Resources, Lianhe Bank, was established as early as 38. It raised materials and funds and sent them to the anti-Japanese front. In 48, it was renamed "China Resources". From 48 on, it exported soybeans to foreign countries and imported rye, cotton and other materials. After being transferred to the Ministry of Foreign Trade in 52, it was fully responsible for domestic import and export business. At this time, the total assets of China Resources had reached 2000 million US dollars.

Now it is the 60th year, and China Resources' assets are even larger, especially after the Canton Fair in 57, the scale of trade has gradually increased and has long exceeded the threshold of one billion US dollars.

So when it comes to how rich you are, it really depends on who you compare yourself with.

Although Wang Deming is now worth several hundred million US dollars, he is still a younger brother compared with China Resources.

The building of China Resources Company on Pedder Street is more than ten stories high. The first seven floors are all used for offices, and the upper floors are staff dormitories, which accommodate several thousand employees.

It is similar to the hotels and restaurants opened by North Korea in Dandong in the past, and the management is quite strict.

Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, Wang Deming first looked around. At that time, Central was well developed, with dozens of high-rise buildings standing side by side. Although it was morning, pedestrians on the street were already in a hurry, all in a hurry.

This was his first time to visit Central in Hong Kong during the day. The scene before him was as dizzying as Nanjing Road in Shanghai. There were all kinds of colorful signs hanging in the air below the sixth floor of the commercial buildings.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of Zhao Shouyan. It was Zhao Shouyan who invited him to dinner when he was in Shanghai, and he was very warm in treating him. After he was transferred back to Beijing for work, the two families became very close.

But forget it, Mr. Song. Let’s just leave it at that.

At the front desk in the lobby on the first floor, Wang Deming said he was looking for Mr. Song. The girl at the front desk immediately dialed the number and after two "um, um"s, asked Wang Deming to take the elevator upstairs to the 7th floor.

An office in Shanghai on the seventh floor is large in size, but the decoration is relatively simple, with mahogany bookshelves, cloth sofas, and mahogany coffee tables.

Wang Deming knocked on the door and entered the office. Mr. Song was busy at his desk without even looking up. "Comrade Deming, please sit on the sofa for a while and wait for me. There is water in the thermos to make tea for yourself."

"Sure, you're busy."

Do leaders like to appear busy when their subordinates visit them? Or are they really that busy?
Wang Deming deliberately chose a seat near the window, picked up the thermos and shook it, then turned over an upside-down teacup from the coffee table. After taking a quick look and seeing no tea leaves, he poured a cup of boiled water. Then he crossed his legs and leisurely looked at the scenery outside the window.

I have to say that the scenery from this location is quite good. It faces the bay. The weather is good today, and you can vaguely see Tsim Sha Tsui in Kowloon across the street, especially the Kowloon Railway Station and the Peninsula Hotel.

"Are you getting impatient?" Mr. Song's voice rang out. He sat down opposite Wang Deming and poured himself a glass of boiled water.

"No hurry. What I like most now is to enjoy the scenery every day. The scenery here is nice." Wang Deming pointed to the busy port outside the window. "The reason why Hong Kong has developed so fast is actually due to the influence of Shanghai. First, the freight center of the Far East moved here, and then the textile industry."

"Yes, smoking?"

"Okay!"

Mr. Song returned to his desk, picked up a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, took out a cigarette and threw it to Wang Deming.

Wang Deming slowly popped out a cigarette and lit it, commenting: "The aroma of Zhonghua cigarettes is still mellow and strong. I have been in Hong Kong for so long and can only smoke cigars. Cigars are just like dry tobacco and are really hard to smoke. Other cigarettes are even more difficult to smoke."

"It's not that easy to smoke Zhonghua cigarettes in the future. I'll just deliver them to you next time, Comrade Deming. After I came back yesterday, I held a meeting with the comrades and decided to arrange your official job in the infirmary and continue to work as a doctor."

"After all, we have thousands of CRRC colleagues in Hong Kong now. It is inevitable that we get sick every day. Your medical skills are well-known in Beijing."

"Okay!" Wang Deming smiled easily: "I will obey the organization's arrangements."

"That's good," Mr. Song took a deep puff of his cigarette, "But if there are other temporary work arrangements that require your cooperation, Comrade Deming, I hope you can show 120% of your spirit and work attitude."

"No problem!" Wang Deming said sincerely, "I am a brick of the revolution. I will move wherever I am needed."

"Haha, that's good. Come on, Comrade Deming, I'll take you to the infirmary to meet the other comrades. You'll officially start work tomorrow."

"Mr. Song, is there something you forgot to tell me?"

"?"

"Salary? Haven't you considered paying me a salary yet?"

"Oh, salary. Haha, how could I forget this?" Mr. Song laughed dryly, "Comrade Deming, according to your level, China Resources will pay you 380 Hong Kong dollars a month."

"380 yuan?"

"Comrade Deming, considering your level, this salary is not low. It is twice as high as in China."

“Haha, yes.”

Mr. Song took Wang Deming to the infirmary, which was a small room of about 8 square meters on the 10th floor. It had only a small window, a table, a bed, and an iron cabinet inlaid with glass, which contained several commonly used medicines: aspirin, sulfa, penicillin and the like.

No matter how you look at it, this room was arranged in an emergency, but Wang Deming didn't point it out. "Mr. Song, thank you for your hard work, comrades!"

"Then Deming, you should get familiar with the environment first. If you have any questions, just call me directly or talk to my secretary."

"OK."

Wang Deming sat on the chair and crossed his legs, then suddenly frowned. Did I offend anyone?
(End of this chapter)