When Di Junda was in a trance, a voice suddenly sounded around him. When he looked up, there were more young people in the opposite position. He looked at himself with a smile. Di Junda nodded slightly: "I''m Di Junda, your excellency?"


    "I Tan Jingwei, now I rely on everyone''s help to mix a bowl of rice in the Shanghai Shipping Industry Association." Tan Jingwei took out a business card folder from his coat pocket, took out a business card, didn''t give it to di Junda, but put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Di Junda with two fingers.


    Hearing Tan Jingwei''s three words, di Junda''s face changed slightly, and even the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. Then he looked down at his business card: "I''ve heard a lot about Mr. tan."


    "Oh? Mr. Di already knew me?" Tan Jingwei took up the champagne and motioned to di Junda. Then he took a mouthful into his mouth. Then he asked Di Junda calmly.


    "I wanted to pick up some leftovers of soup that boss Zeng might flow out, but I thought about it. I didn''t expect that Mr. Tan took over boss Zeng''s industry. There was no cheap soup. It was clean." Di Junda picked up his goblet, took a sip of wine, and said where he had heard Tan Jingwei''s name: "It''s not just me. I''m afraid there are many people in the Shanghai boat gang who know Mr. Tan''s name, but haven''t met yet."


    Tan Jingwei said casually and politely, "Oh, I''m not careful enough. I''m not careful enough. Let''s laugh."


    Di Junda, or some people from the Shanghai Shipping Association, referred to as the Shanghai shipping gang for short, have known the name Tan Jingwei for some time. They were not interested in Tan Jingwei before and didn''t want to know. What they really stare at is Zeng Chunsheng. More specifically, they stare at Zeng Chunsheng''s assets.


    Zeng Chunsheng acted without authorization, tried to sink Lei Danzi''s cargo ship, provoked discord between the two sides, and directly roasted president Yu shiting on the fire. Yu shiting couldn''t let him go. From that day, Yu shiting invited Di Junda to listen to "startled change" At the end of the play, everyone had thought that Zeng Chunsheng might not die, and Yu shiting could not keep him in Hong Kong, so Zeng Chunsheng''s industries in Hong Kong could not be taken away, but could only be dealt with. They were always staring at Zeng Chunsheng''s assets and all kinds of clues of Zeng Chunsheng, ready to surround and bite fat at any time.


    But what I didn''t expect was that Zeng Chunsheng''s assets didn''t wait for Yu shiting to take over, and they didn''t get the opportunity to drink soup. Even Zeng Chunsheng didn''t encounter retaliation from the Hong Kong boatman. Instead, Zeng Chunsheng''s widow sold the Zeng family''s property in Taiwan to the man named Tan Jingwei.


    The news of Zeng Chunsheng''s close relationship with some people in Taiwan is no secret to many people in the Shanghai boat Gang, but the fact that Taiwan really came to Taiwan surprised everyone. Tan Jingwei appeared in Hong Kong. Although many people in the Shanghai boat Gang have not seen Tan Jingwei, they have guessed clearly about Tan Jingwei''s intention. They just took advantage of the bad relationship between the two sides and took the opportunity to let everyone know Ships smuggling contraband goods to the mainland stopped, cutting off supplies to the mainland.


    It''s not surprising that Taiwan did such a thing. On the Korean battlefield, di Junda also heard that Jiang Zhongzheng sent the national army to help the Americans fight. It''s not shameful for hundreds of thousands of domestic troops to be beaten into bereaved dogs. He also sent people to the Korean battlefield to continue to lose face? If they can''t win, it''s not shameful, but after they can''t win, they have to help outsiders do something to cut off the food channel to their compatriots It can only be described as dirty.


    "I don''t know what Mr. Tan wants to talk about when he sees me as a nobody?" Di Junda asked with low interest.


    He has made up his mind that no matter what the other party says, whether they cooperate or join hands, or whether they let themselves go to Taiwan to do business, they all turn a deaf ear to the fact that these guys in Taiwan want to help the Yankees cut off the capital of Chinese figures. He di Junda disdains to deal with them again. At the beginning of the Shanghai beach period, he wanted to curry favor with officials of the national government. Now he didn''t expect to have a Taiwanese background It was one moment after another that people took the initiative to curry favor with him.


    "I came to see Mr. Di because I came to ask for advice, fourth brother."


    After Tan Jingwei finished, his fourth brother, who had not spoken behind him, stepped forward and handed over a small bag he was carrying. Tan Jingwei put it on the table, slowly opened it, took out a black cloth bag from the bag, relieved the bag and spoke to di Junda:


    "I''ve long heard that Mr. Di is a collector. I know nothing about antiques, but I''m lucky. I got an antique a few days ago. I''d like to ask Mr. Di to help me in the face that everyone is a member of the Shanghai Shipping Industry Association."


    With these words, the black cloth burden has been untied. Tan Jingwei has a sky blue clove purple glazed octagonal cup in his hand.


    Di Junda''s eyes were immediately attracted by the octagonal cup, and it was difficult to move away.


    He is not good at women''s color and gambling, but he has a hobby that is not a bad habit. He collects antiques, sees the octagonal cup in Tan Jingwei''s hand, and looks at Tan Jingwei''s smiling expression. It seems that he has a plan in mind.


    Di Junda sighed, carefully wiped his hands with a napkin and reached the octagonal cup in Tan Jingwei''s hand: "looks like the glaze burned by Jun kiln?"


    "I don''t understand antiques at all. Mr. Di, take your time to help me see it. When you see it, I''ll slowly say the origin of the antique." Tan Jingwei smiled and handed the octagonal cup to di Junda.


    Di Junda took it in his hand and couldn''t put it down. However, he still took the time to look up at Tan Jingwei: "don''t mention the words of cooperation and cooperation. I''m afraid you said such words with Zeng Chunsheng. Now Zeng Chunsheng doesn''t know his life or death."


    Tan Jingwei touched his forehead. Obviously, he was surprised. When Di Junda held his favorite antique in his hand, he did not forget to calmly signal him to shut up. Tan Jingwei ha smiled, and suddenly his face was frozen, with an undisguised murderous tone:


    "No, I didn''t let you see my antiques for nothing. Moreover, Mr. Di, if you don''t talk about cooperation with me, I think you may be as ignorant of life and death as boss Zeng."