Zhuang Shikai himself is a Chinese-Malay family with a prominent family, and he himself is a rare hero in the business world.

Since the dealer acquired Sing Tao Daily a year ago, Zhuang Shikai has cultivated the operation of Sing Tao Daily as a key profit target. Not only has it opened up media channels in Malaysia, Thailand, the Philippines, Singapore and other places, but it is also preparing to expand its sales in Hong Kong again.

To this end, Zhuang Shikai followed the situation and prepared to rely on martial arts novels and other newspapers to compete in sales.

Unfortunately, there are only a few martial arts talents in Hong Kong. Because Ni Kuang couldn't write Jin Yong, he changed his career and started writing science fiction.

Zhang Meng also had a "Dragon Eagle Fight" with Jin Yong last time, but unfortunately his "Shen Jian Sword and Flying Dragon" was completely defeated by Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Since then, he has been sad and retired to the world.

Since Sing Tao Daily cannot invite martial arts masters like Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng, Zhuang Shikai can only poach people from Taiwan - it takes money to poach people, so Zhuang Shikai has spent a lot of money regardless of his money.

But what is the result?

Because martial arts novelists in Taiwan are habitually "dragging" to the manuscript, the sales of Hong Kong's "Sing Tao Daily" plummeted.

At the same time, because Zhuang Shikai poached people and spent too much money, it was inevitable that the newspaper salary was not timely, which triggered protests from employees, and the protests from employees also caused dissatisfaction among many shareholders of the newspaper.

In the eyes of those shareholders, what they need is a stable situation, a newspaper that can make money slowly, rather than acting radically like Zhuang Shikai and causing riots.

After all, Zhuang Shikai has been through the battlefield for a long time and soon realized that he made a mistake in his decision-making and the old horse made a mistake.

However, Zhuang Shikai is a well-known figure after all, so it is impossible for him to admit his mistake in person at this time. So he thought of letting his dirty son Zhuang Wenjie come over to "take the blame" - hand over the relevant "Sing Tao Daily" to him and let him clean up the mess.

In Zhuang Shikai's opinion, this waste son will definitely not be able to handle things that he can't handle.

Now, the only thing Zhuang Wenjie can do is become the "burden" and be a filial son.

For Zhuang Shikai, this is called "waste utilization".

...

Zhuang Wenjie himself knows best whether it is a "waste".

He knew more clearly that his elder brother and sister were eyeing him, not only dissatisfied with the rubber and sugar industries they have taken over now, but also very interested in the Sing Tao Daily.

To put it bluntly, as a good big brother and sister of his half-brother, both of them are waiting to see them jokes.

The shareholders and veterans of the newspaper company are also waiting to see themselves jokes.

His own father even pushed himself to this position where people were laughed at.

For them, Zhuang Wenjie is a "boring guy"--it doesn't matter how long he sits in the position of newspaper president, as long as the Sing Tao Daily is not managed by him, it's fine.

"Honeyflower, do you think I look like a waste?" Zhuang Wenjie turned his wrist and spread the folding fan with a "scarlet" sound, gently stroked his chest, and his posture was dashing.

Honeysuckle looked at Zhuang Wenjie who was smiling. Thinking of his sharp appearance just now, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Then he used his charming technique and said, "How could that be? Mr. Zhuang, you are a genius! Don't say anything else, just talk about the small songs I sang for you. You can just listen to them once and you can still remember them. You can even point out my shortcomings. Where can you find such a person?"

"That's all?"

"Of course not. Mr. Zhuang, you are not only proficient in music, but also good at writing lyrics and compose music---we performers are proud to be able to get your guidance from Mr. Zhuang!"

Zhuang Wenjie smiled, "Honeymus, you have a sweet mouth and understand a man's heart very well."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, for your praise---To be honest, I admire you very much, and I always think about Mr. Zhuang, you are..." Honeysuckle looked charming and shy as a girl, and threw a charming look at Zhuang Wenjie.

Zhuang Wenjie laughed and reached out and pulled the honeysuckle directly into his arms and said, "Those who know my heart are honeysuckle!"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, for your love!" Honeysuckle smiled like a flower.

"Haha, you know my feelings so well, do you know what I am thinking now?" Zhuang Wenjie smiled.

Honeysuckle shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

Zhuang Wenjie: "I suddenly became interested. I heard that you have learned a song recently. It sounds very nice to use a flute to play it. It has the flavor of Yangchun Baixue Yangguan Sandal. How about playing a song now?"

"Uh, this..." Honeysuckle was about to speak, and at this moment---

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

A knock on the door sounded.

Immediately, the female secretary of the newspaper came in and reported that someone wanted to meet Mr. Zhuang Shikai.

Zhuang Wenjie was unhappy. Are those people stupid? The old man had already handed over the place to him, but he wanted to see him? He clearly didn't treat him Zhuang San as a dish!

Zhuang Wenjie was about to ask the female secretary to drive the man away directly.

The female secretary said that the man came over with a token and said that Mr. Zhuang would definitely meet him after seeing it.

Token?

There are also ghost tokens in this era!

Zhuang Wenjie couldn't help but be curious, so he hooked at the female secretary and said, "Take it over and I'll take a look!"

The female secretary handed a black pen to him.

Zhuang Wenjie glanced, turned his pen and read it: "Jin Yong, the founding of Ming Pao in 1959!"

Next to him, Honeysuckle said curiously: "Who is Jin Yong? Could it be the one who writes martial arts novels?"

Zhuang Wenjie smiled and teased Jin Honeysuckle and said, "You are very knowledgeable, even Jin Yong is the one who knows!"

Honeysuckle gave Zhuang Wenjie a blank look and said, "I am not only singing operas, but also studying!"

Zhuang Wenjie laughed: "Well said it! But women like you should read more Shakespeare and less martial arts novels."

Honeysuckle was anxious: "I read Shakespeare too. His books are very modern, but I can easily get tired after reading too much--Jin Yong's things are different. The more I read them, the more I become more energetic!"

"You are so damn spirit!" Zhuang Wenjie gently tapped Honeysuckle on the forehead with a folding fan, "You'd better go back and learn today's little song first. I'll go to Lichi to pick you up tonight!"

Honeysuckle chuckled: "Then you want to give me ten baskets of flowers, the most expensive red roses - I must make others envious!"

"Promise you! Don't say ten, even thirty, fifty will agree to you!"

"real?"

"My Master Zhuang San keeps his word!"

"Don't lie!"

"Do you want to hook it?"

"No, I believe you!"

"Why don't you leave?" Zhuang Wenjie slapped the honeysuckle's buttocks with a folding fan.

Honeysuckle drew out Zhuang Wenjie with her beautiful eyes, then tidied up the cheongsam, then twisted her waist, and left the office with a swaying wind and willow.

The female secretary ignored the flirting between Zhuang Wenjie and Honeysuckle - mainly because, uh, I got used to it.

Seeing the honeysuckle leave, Zhuang Wenjie then pointed to the door with a folding fan lazily, and ordered the female secretary to say, "Let that person named Xian... come in!"
Chapter completed!