"Hey, don't be loud. The person opposite is the owner of Hu's textile company. He is a relative of Hu Butang. Don't look at the fact that he lost the lawsuit with the Huang's Trading Company in Xiuse, Emei before. But that was because the other side was fighting against him. Madam Xu has a good relationship. If it were someone else, given the relationship between the Hu family and Mr. Gao, there is no reason to lose." Someone with good intentions nearby quickly reminded Mr. Sun to be careful when speaking.
Even though it was so quiet, somehow the Hu family master still heard it.
Originally, he wanted to scold Zeng Yongming. When introducing stocks, Hu's Textile is not ranked first.
But he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips. After all, the next stock issuance will have to rely on these bad-ass analysts to tout it, so we can't offend people now.
It’s just that he spent money to find a private room in the attic early in the morning and find someone to listen to the situation. The good mood was completely ruined by Zeng Yongming's hasty ending.
I really wanted to take the opportunity to reward Zeng Yongming with dozens of shares, but now I can save it.
At this time, I heard someone chirping behind me, and I happened to give him the chance to step down.
"Those three in the distance, what are you looking at? It is still difficult for people from other places who have settled down to come to Hangzhou to find advantages. If you wear a complete cotton suit, you will be considered rich. If you wear silk, it will be a big deal. But this is Hangzhou, and you have to wear mink. Look at the mink fur, which is soft to the touch. This outfit costs three thousand taels of silver."
As the saying goes, what is tolerable is unbearable.
The two of them just lamented that the life of ordinary people in Hangzhou was so good that they could not tell the difference between the gentry and the mud-legged people. Now it's good. It turns out that a small gentry and businessman like me is a weak-kneed person in front of big tycoons like the Hu family.
This contempt immediately made the trainer angry. Why have you become such a jerk? He immediately replied, "It's so hot outside that Mr. Hu is steaming. He's still dressed to show off. He's not afraid of the heat anymore."
Lately, he is most afraid of others saying that the breath on his head is hot after wearing a mink coat.
"I have no knowledge, I have no knowledge. Is this heat? This is nobility. As long as I wear it and go public in a few days, the stock will definitely rise sharply. This is Mink, have you seen Mink? It is the best among thousands of miles. The spiritual creature in the Mobei jungle outside. Whoever wears it will bless you. Can you mud-legged people wear it?"
The old man wanted to argue, but he was pulled away by the two people next to him.
The scene turned into a cursing performance by Mr. Hu alone. As if it was abnormal. Although it didn't look normal at first.
"Aren't you stupid to argue about something? There is no reason to make enemies for yourself. We haven't established a foothold in Hangzhou yet." Sun Yuanwai said while pulling the old man. Several shopkeepers behind him followed to separate Mr. Hu's sight.
"I'm so angry, why is the Hu family so arrogant and treating us like we are nothing? Hu Butang has already left Taipei, so why is he so arrogant? A drowned phoenix is not as good as a chicken. I don’t understand this at all.” Old man Lian walked to the side and stopped, feeling a little angry.
"Note, noIt's like having legs made of clay. People's original word is "legs made of clay." Don't elevate yourself. "Old man Sun looked at the angry old man Lian, and simply added to his anger.
"In the eyes of the princes and nobles in the capital, I am afraid that the bossy Mr. Hu is also a fool. It's better to be in Hangzhou now. Everyone is neatly dressed and no one can see the muddy legs. It's better than everyone having muddy legs. If Mr. Hu wants to be a master, he can only wear mink to hold back the heat and be treated as a joke. Mr. Hu has been treated as a joke, so why do you have to argue with each other?"
The person on the side who kindly reminded me before actually followed him and sighed after listening to the conversation between the two.
Who was not a gentry before? But now he is in Hangzhou, not a local. There is no difference between a gentry who has left the country and a mud-legged man.
p>It is also fortunate that Hangzhou, regardless of whether it is muddy or not, gave him, a gentry from outside Guangxi, the opportunity to settle down and turn around in less than a year. Otherwise, he might have completely fallen into the mud and become a real old-fashioned person. Please remember to bookmark it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft