Nothing Is Harder to Betray Than a Beauty's Trust
"No problem. Oh, and there's one more thing. Jin Weikang, the Foreign Devil Jin Weikang's Hong Kong Smith & Nephew, invited me for tea. His purpose was to secretly raise the price of Penicillin by 10% behind the head office's back." Zhang Yuliang received Zhang Yulin's nod, a smug smile appearing on his face, and then he spoke up about something else.
Zhang Yulin frowned. "You're only telling me about something this important now? This guy has asked my brother out several times, but he hasn't agreed yet. What are you going to do? Who told you to go see him on your own?"
"I've got it sorted out. I bribed his finance specialist to expose his secrets to Smith & Nephew's headquarters. I bet within ten days, Jin Weikang will obediently return to London and be replaced by a new Foreign Devil. Wouldn't that bring peace to the world?" Zhang Yuliang said. "Brother's method of not wanting to offend anyone but being too ruthless won't work. With Foreign Devil, you have to be decisive and efficient."
Zhang Yulin ignored what was said next and looked at Zhang Yuliang: "Bribed? Where did you get the money?"
"Bribing a woman sometimes doesn't require too much money, especially since your younger brother is such a handsome son of mine." Zhang Yuliang said to Zhang Yulin with a smile as he stood up, "Then I'll call Gaili Subsidiary Company and transfer 100,000 yuan into their account as a deposit tomorrow morning?"
Seeing his brother's confident smile, Zhang Yulin didn't want to disappoint Zhang Yuliang. After all, a young man who had been humiliated in public would always want to get his revenge, so he nodded.
His eldest and second eldest brothers would be returning to Hong Kong in a week. The fourth brother had been humiliated by someone throwing tea at him, and in a place like the Lichi. It was understandable that he acted impetuously out of youth. Moreover, Zhang Yuliang's experience of studying diligently during the day and helping the family with accounts at night when he was fifteen years old far surpassed that of the good-for-nothing Chu Xiaoxin. It was only seven days. Even if he went to vent his anger, what could he do? The fourth brother could easily outmaneuver Chu Xiaoxin with a little thought. At worst, his eldest and second eldest brothers, along with Chu Xiaozhong from the Chu Family, would step in to clean up the mess in a week.
Seven days? Could that possibly cause a catastrophe?
Chapter 111 A beautiful woman is the most trustworthy, and the hardest to betray.
Late at night, Song Tianyao and Chu Xiaoxin were chatting at the Dulles Hotel about Chu Xiaoxin's allowance for the next day, while the Zhang brothers, Zhang Yuliang and Zhang Yulin, were chatting at their old house on MacDonnell Road about designing Chu Xiaoxin's Likang.
It was late at night, nearing midnight, and Angie Perlis and Mrs. Bess were still talking at the desk in the study of Shek Chi-yik -Yi's detached villa in the Mid-Levels of Tai Ping Shan Peak. In addition to the light on in the study on the first floor, the light in the master bedroom on the second floor was also still on, as seen from outside the villa. Shek Chi-yik stood by the bedroom window with a wine glass in his hand, seemingly waiting patiently for his wife to return to the room and go to bed with him.
"This water quality report still has some problems, and we need to revise it now. Believe me, my degree in hydrology from the Faculty of Environment at the University of Melbourne wasn't just for show. There are a few places in this report where the wording could be more precise, and there are also some errors in the data." Mrs. Bess picked up the Hong Kong water quality report that Angie Perlis had brought from the messy pile of documents on her desk and said to Angie Perlis.
Angie Perlis showed no signs of fatigue. Instead, she smiled, picked up her now-cold coffee, and took an elegant sip. "Madam," she said, "I certainly believe you are the only professional in Hong Kong with a deep understanding of hydrology. However, this water quality report is not important. Most Hong Kong don't understand terms like groundwater, rock strata, and water bodies, nor do they care about those. What they care about is how many worms are in their stomachs right now, and whether Oxfam and the medication you've distributed can expel them."
"Hong Kong may not have it, but London will, dear Angie. I can't let a flawed report end up in the hands of those real professors in London; that would be an even more embarrassing laughingstock. Wait a minute, I remember there's a reference book on this subject on the shelf in the study. Thanks to our nanny for packing up and shipping all our books from London to Hong Kong." Mrs. Bess got up from her desk and walked toward the bookshelf.
Soon, she found the water quality reference book she needed, muttering to herself, "Granite layer, granite layer environment, narrow and elongated... Found it."
She carried the book back to her desk, crossed out an error on the report with her pen, and carefully corrected it below.
Angie Perlis waited quietly until she finished revising all the places she thought might be wrong, then handed her another document. "An invitation letter and preliminary plan from Hong Kong Oxfam invite you, a hydrologist, to serve as its chairman. You can take a look at the wording beforehand to make sure there are no errors. Below is a list of newspapers that will be featured. If there are any newspapers you don't want to see, feel free to cross them out. Also, we plan to hire four professional photographers to use high-definition handheld cameras to record the entire Oxfam founding ceremony, as well as photos of you donating medicine to the poor in Kowloon and Hong Kong Island. Of course, those photos will only appear in the news in major Hong Kong newspapers after you have made your selection."
Having just finished revising the report and breathed a sigh of relief, Mrs. Bess immediately felt her heart pounding again. "The media? And the photos? I hadn't even thought of that."
"Would you be even more surprised if I told you we're also prepared to pay for radio advertising time to promote your and Oxfam's good deeds for a week? We've already thought of all the steps that should follow," Angie Perlis said with a smile to Mrs. Bess.
"You've given so much, expecting only double the return, but... for Patrick's sake, I have no choice. I must change my identity. I'm not a countrywoman from St Kilda, Australia, nor a low-level London employee at an Australia chemical Anglican Church. I'm a Britain, a Philanthropist, a Britain Philanthropist, and a hydrographer." Mrs. Bess Life Buoy up a pack of Sobranie cigarettes from the table, lit a match, and put the slender cigarette in Britain mouth. Her voice was weak as she said, "For your sake, Angie, tell me I'm not making a deal with the devil. Patrick told me to rest assured you won't act like a greedy, insatiable crocodile, at least not initially. He considered it carefully before agreeing to let me see you."