Zhang Yuliang withdrew his hand from the other person's head. "Good Dog, Mrs Mayne, go help me tear Jin Weikang apart."
After Zhang Yuliang finished speaking, he turned his head and looked up at the Greek mythology mural he had painted himself on the ceiling. His eyes were filled with longing, as if the three suffering ancient gods aroused his desire more than the woman crawling beneath him.
On the long street outside the Chunhe Private Club, pedestrians, almost crushed by the weight of life, hurried along. No one could truly straighten their backs, look up, and glance at the tall buildings. Naturally, they couldn't see that inside a floor-to-ceiling window on the fifth floor of this club, there was a young man and a dog he called Mrs Mayne.
In the morning, Song Tianyao instructed Chen Qingwen to retrieve all the remaining Santonin deworming medicine from the warehouse and begin processing it. He also specifically asked Gao Lao Cheng to arrange for several members of Fuyixing to supervise the work at Chen Qingwen's shop, instructing them to keep a close eye on the medicine and ensure that all kilograms produced each day were transported back to the warehouse before nightfall.
After instructing Chen Qingwen and several members of Fuyixing, Song Tianyao originally intended to pick up Angie Perlis from the Dulles Hotel to recruit some high-achieving students who had failed the entrance exams. However, since they were already in a rickshaw, he casually asked Gao Lao Cheng what Chen Tai was doing at the docks. Gao Lao Cheng Song Tianyao:
"Collect the debt."
This stunned Song Tianyao. The term "collecting debts" was synonymous with debt collection. Was Chen Tai in charge of debt collection?
"Whose debt did he help collect?"
"They're all small-time Chiu Chow merchants who just arrived in Hong Kong and don't yet have any organized crime affiliations. They got swindled out of their goods or money by some gangsters with organized crime affiliations," Gao Lao Cheng said to Song Tianyao in a natural tone.
Song Tianyao got off the rickshaw and stood in front of Gao Lao Cheng: "I asked you to help him find a job, and you told him to do shady things?"
"I..." Gao Lao Cheng only then realized that Song Tianyao's tone was off. "A-Tai is good enough. I thought Secretary Song wanted him to make a name for himself at the docks."
"When am I supposed to send him to the docks to make a name for himself? Bring Chen Tai to this candy shop and have him obediently help the Boss Chen family make medicinal candies for the next few days. Don't let him cause trouble at the docks." Song Tianyao said to Gao Lao Cheng, "You're not stupid, but you overthink things. Next time, remember to ask questions first to avoid being presumptuous. He's not even enrolled yet, is he?"
"If you don't speak up, how dare I do it? Don't worry, Secretary Song, A-Tai isn't involved." Gao Lao Cheng let out a heavy sigh, "I'll bring him to the shop right now."
"He's his parents' only son. In the underworld, you can't get ahead just by being good at fighting." Song Tianyao frowned, sizing up Gao Lao Cheng, and said, "You're the same. Is being Double Red Pole so impressive? What good is a reputation in the underworld? Your Big Brother, Golden-Tooth Lei, Fuyixing. Those Fuyixing tycoons— Lin Man, Tan Changshan, Bai Chunting—even the three of them combined couldn't beat Golden-Tooth Lei, let alone you. But did you see them earn their wealth through fighting? They earned it by brains."
Upon hearing Song Tianyao mention the names Lin Man, Tan Changshan, and Bai Chunting, Gao Lao Cheng somewhat bewildered. "Secretary Song knows these older uncles and Big Brother from the Fuyixing very well?"
These three men were all senior Big Brother in the Fuyixing Hing triad, including the leader Golden-Tooth Lei. They were also well-known Big-Time Tycoon in the Hong Kong underworld. Many of the underlings in the Fuyixing triad worked for these three men. Even Golden-Tooth Lei, the leader, had to treat these three uncles with the respect due to a junior.
On the surface, Fuyixing's leader was imposing and powerful, but Gao Lao Cheng, who was Golden-Tooth Lei's confidant, already knew that his Big Brother, Golden-Tooth Lei, was not as glamorous as he appeared on the outside. He was often powerless to do what he wanted. Even if these three uncles did not interfere in the affairs of the gang, their influence on Fuyixing far exceeded that of Golden-Tooth Lei, the leader.
"Of course I know them well, very well. They're old acquaintances of my family. I'd love to pay them a visit in Big Brother sometime." Song Tianyao said to Gao Lao Cheng turned and went back to his rickshaw, tapping his forehead lightly with his finger. "What a pity to lose my life in the martial world."
Chapter 105 Rich and Poor
Perhaps because they had spent too much time at Chen Qingwen's shop, by the time Song Tianyao brought Angie Perlis to the Administrative Secretariat, intending to use this Foreign Girl lawyer to seduce a few high-achieving students who had failed the interviews, they found that the interviews had already ended long ago, and most of the interviewees had left. Only two or three unlucky guys, dejected and ignored by everyone, stood on the street in their suits, looking depressed.
These are the few people who failed the interview and weren't picked up by other businesses. Even the businesses that were waiting outside to pick up the rejected candidates didn't want them, which shows that these two or three guys were really not good enough.
"Let's go," Angie Perlis said to Song Tianyao. "I have things to do."
"I can't go back empty-handed." Song Tianyao took out a business card from his pocket and walked towards a man in a suit and tie squatting on the street, smoking heavily. Compared to the other unsuccessful interviewees who didn't have businesses, this man's appearance was even more unpleasant. First of all, he was at least thirty years old, and unlike the interviewees who meticulously combed their hair with hair wax, he only had short hair. His face was thin and long like a knife, and his cheeks were covered with a thick, hard beard like steel needles. His eyes kept moving even while smoking, and although there was disappointment in them, there was definitely no sense of frustration.
"Likang Trading Company, Song Tianyao, may I ask your name, sir?" Song Tianyao asked, handing over the scented business card.
The man casually tossed aside his cigarette, stood up, and then accepted Song Tianyao's business card with both hands. "I wouldn't dare. My surname is Luo, Luo Zhuankun."
"Mr. Luo's age and the suit he's wearing don't seem like those of someone coming for an interview. If he dyed his hair and beard, he'd look like one of those Foreign Devil interviewers." Song Tianyao took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to the other man. "May I ask where Mr. Luo is from, and where he previously worked?"
From the moment Song Tianyao saw the man named Luo Zhuankun squatting on the street smoking, he noticed that he was different from the other unlucky guys. First, his personal appearance: he was older and unkempt. Second, the fabric of his suit was much more expensive than the one Song Tianyao was wearing; it probably couldn't have been made for less than five or six hundred Hong Kong dollars.