Chapter 64: Is Madam a Model?
Chapter 64: Is Madam a Model?
"Hey! Miss, don't damage my magazine, it's very valuable!" Yin Zhaotang saw the magazine being thrown on the ground, raised his hand and shouted, his tone was very unfriendly.
This is a newly printed sample of the company, and he is reviewing it as the general manager. If it gets dirty, it will cost a few hundred more dollars.
The manuscripts have to be turned on separately, printed separately, and bound into books manually, which is very costly.
Seeing Yin Zhaotang picking up the magazine and dusting it off, Zhou Huimin treated it like a treasure, and couldn't help but retort, "Mr. Yin!"
"You live with Jiahui and you must fulfill your responsibilities as a parent."
"Bringing friends home to sleep in the living room is OK, but buying pornographic magazines to read is not reasonable, right?"
"I'm sorry, but just based on this pornographic magazine, we have reason to cancel your foster home status."
Yin Zhaotang looked Zhou Huimin up and down, put the magazine on the table, and said, "Stupid, don't your parents read pornographic magazines?"
Pastor Edward could no longer ignore it, so he walked over and said seriously, "Mr. Yin, please explain the matter of the pornographic magazine."
"The Children's Home will never allow scandals of bullying children to happen. If there is any, we will call the police!"
Church welfare institutions have always been a hotbed for pedophilia scandals, but the frequent occurrence of scandals has made them even more sensitive. This is because the church also has different factions, and every scandal will trigger a major purge of clergy.
But as the world's largest religion, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, so we must pay close attention to our external image.
Yin Zhaotang came to the dining table, moved a chair and sat down, picked up the kettle and planned to pour a glass of boiled water that had been left overnight, but he didn't expect that what came out of the kettle was actually warm water.
He glanced at Jiahui who was collecting clothes on the balcony, and with a little more patience, he explained, "This magazine is called 91 Men, and my name is on the first page. You can open it and take a look."
"On the 8th, the first issue was just released and it had already sold copies. For the second issue, copies were printed."
"We invited the most popular porn star to be the cover girl, to ensure that readers will have fun reading and have a thrilling time flying the plane."
"It's a pornographic magazine, but it's legally registered, pays taxes according to the law, and has an official publication number!"
"My whole family and Jiahui rely on magazines for their livelihood. Can you please leave the sample copy of the second issue at home?"
Zhou Huimin looked at Edward in surprise, and the pastor stepped forward to pick up the sample issue, took a closer look at the cover, and saw the name of the editor-in-chief Yin Zhaotang on the first page.
Mr. Yin from 91 who has recently become famous in the press!
Edward was obviously relieved, his expression became relaxed, and he apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, this is a job to support the family, no one can blame me."
"What's more, Hong Kong Island prohibits organizations from selling them, but does not prohibit similar publications. The Anglican Church has always supported legal and reasonable things."
Yin Zhaotang lit a cigarette in front of the two men. He didn't care about being polite in his own home. He said with white smoke, "I know that some people took the money and found out that I have a triad background, so they think I am a bad person."
"But not all triad members are bad people. If you can't get government welfare, there's nothing wrong with begging for food from the triads! If you're bullied, call the police but they won't do anything. Even if they do, it's useless."
"I had to get the knife myself!"
Yin Zhaotang shook off the ash from his cigarette and said: "Not everyone is born to live in Yau Tsim Mong, but the world there is really attractive, and estate dwellers also want to go and try their luck."
"I use the money I earn from legitimate business to do some good deeds and accumulate merit. It won't dirty old man Jesus' hands, right?"
Pastor Edward was not angry at his words, but was moved by his frankness: "Mr. Yin, everyone has sinned. If you confess to the Lord, you can be forgiven."
"The way to salvation lies within it." The pastor handed over the thick Bible and looked at Yin Zhaotang expectantly.
Young, has industry, and knows how to work hard.
He seemed to have seen a person who was in the vortex of darkness, whose thoughts were swept away by a materialistic society, but who had a bright star in his heart and was born to yearn for light, waiting for salvation.
In the future, this kind of talent will definitely provide the Anglican Church with more than just one or two charitable donations, but a continuous contribution!
underestimated.
Saving one of them is worth saving a hundred others!
The last guarantee letter was not in vain. If there is a next time, I will continue to write it in the name of Jesus! Because the Lord does not care whether the money comes from a black or white source. Everyone in the world has sins, and atonement is an attitude. Money is just a medium to express attitude.
Yin Zhaotang looked at the Bible in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Pastor, why don't you believe in Guan Gong like me? I will ask the Second Master to bless you, really!"
Pastor Edward took back the Bible and said with a smile, "My faith in the Lord is as solid as a rock. If you don't mind, Mr. Yin, you can come to the Children's Home often."
"I will take Jiahui to the Children's Home when I have time."
The pastor turned to Zhou Huimin and said, "Ms. Zhou, maybe you should apologize to Mr. Yin."
"No need, I'm very generous." Yin Zhaotang smiled.
Zhou Huimin curled her lips. She thought the pastor must also be a reader of "91 Men". She was a little unconvinced, but she also extended her hand in understanding: "Sorry, since it's about making money, it doesn't matter. Nothing is more important than eating."
"I just asked Jiahui, she said she's doing pretty well here. But after making the money, she suggested we move out early because there are rats in the corridor."
Yin Zhaotang raised his hand and saluted from his chair: "Got it, madam!"
"The cover of the third issue hasn't been decided yet. Madam, are you interested in being my model? I guarantee it will sell like hot cakes. One issue will be enough for Jiahui and I to move into a new home!"
Zhou Huimin blushed when she was teased. She felt nervous even looking at that kind of photo for two more times, let alone taking it and showing it to all the men in Hong Kong?
She rolled her eyes, glanced at Yin Zhaotang, and turned sideways with a puffy face: "I'm not going to pay attention to you."
When he was in school, whenever a male classmate made him angry, he would use this trick and it would always work.
Yin Zhaotang didn't buy her tricks, and thought it was a bit funny. He said, "It's OK for me to take the loss and just watch it for myself. I'll pay for the modeling fee!"
"Pastor, let's go." Zhou Huimin pulled the pastor's sleeve, eager to escape the scene.
Pastor Edward bowed politely and said goodbye: "Mr. Yin, we will come to visit your home again in two months. Please forgive me for disturbing you."
"It's a small matter, Father, close the door." Yin Zhaotang waved his hand.
On this day, the Crown Hotel in Yongxingli officially opened, and Yin Zhaotang, Zhuang Xiong, Liu Chuanzong, Jiang Hao, A Le, Dan Ta and others were all present.
At the opening ceremony, Fat Cat and Gao Laosen came out in person to support the event. Half of the loyal and righteous uncles arrived, and those who didn't come also sent flower baskets.
Father Edward even sent a flower basket with a ribbon hanging on it that read "May God bless you and your business prosper."
Gao Laosen was holding a long pipe, wearing a Tang suit, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist. He looked like a wealthy landlord. When he saw the ribbons on the flower basket, he couldn't help but ask, "Atang, do you have a relationship with Jesus?"
“Just a little bit.”
Amid the crackling sound of firecrackers, Yin Zhaotang, dressed in a suit and looking radiant, had just cut the ribbon and was chatting animatedly with the uncles from the society, loudly replying to Gao Laosen at the top of his voice.
After he settled his uncles in the restaurant next door and sat them down to drink tea.
Holding a cigar in his mouth, he walked into the newly renovated hotel with his brothers and pointed at the front desk, saying, "There are 23 rooms on the first floor. Only normal passengers are accepted. The left hand will take care of it!"
"The second floor and the scattered units throughout the building, a total of sixty-seven rooms, Ah Hao, they are all yours!"
Jiang Hao took a sip of the Cohiba that the boss brought him, coughed repeatedly, and said embarrassedly: "Boss, I don't know how to manage the horse stall."
"Brother Hao, of course I will be the one to contact Sister Feng."
"How dare I trouble you with such a small matter? When you have nothing to do, just take the brothers to make tea in the office." Dan Tart also held a cigar in his mouth and put his arm around Jiang Hao's shoulder with a smile on his face.
A Le pushed open the window of the hotel room, took a deep breath, and looked at the people coming and going on the street. Suddenly, he felt that the sea breeze blowing in through the door was sweet and refreshing. The world is so beautiful!
(End of this chapter)