"It's not as complicated as you think, Madam. Initially, we only wanted to find a Customs -level customs officer to do some pharmaceutical business. But after we learned of your and your husband's new appointments, we realized our initial considerations were too superficial. Mr. Chu, the owner of Likang, is an illegitimate son in a large family. He's at a dangerous disadvantage in inheriting the vast family business. Have you considered how his father would view him if this 26-year-old Mr. Chu received the title of Justice of the Peace the Peace from the Governor of Hong Kong? It would be a completely different life for him. So, what you need is a reputation that changes everyone's impression of you, and so does our boss. Your good deeds should earn you a medal from the Queen. Mr. Chu doesn't need such a grand honor; the title of Justice of the Peace of the Peace in Hong Kong is enough. And following in your footsteps, achieving this isn't difficult." Angie Perlis said, looking at the somewhat conflicted Mrs. Bess.
As Angie Perlis spoke these words, she still admired Song Tianyao. These were the words he had instructed her to say. If Mrs. Bess asked about their needs, she should tell her that Likang's purpose was not to pursue exorbitant profits, but simply that Chu Xiaoxin needed the same reputation as her. This would lower her guard even if she didn't admit it outwardly, and she would unconsciously feel closer to him and trust him a little. Moreover, as long as Oxfam made a name for itself and the publicity was well-coordinated, it would be very easy for Mrs. Bess's name to spread to London. With her husband Shek Chi-yik's nearly twenty years of connections in politics, it would be a piece of cake to get Queen's Medal. Mrs. Bess a low-level but enough to change her status. Then, it would be equally easy for Second Young Master Chu master of Likang, who had contributed money and effort, to obtain the title of Justice of the Peace.
This was the future that Song Tianyao, as Chu Xiaoxin's secretary, planned for Chu Xiaoxin. To help Chu Xiaoxin gain a foothold in the Hong Kong business world, he first needed to push him to a high enough position to widen the gap between him and his other outstanding peers. While his peers were still exploring the business world, Second Young Master Chu could already be running his own business with the title of Justice of the Justice of the Peace, and casually add the title JP to his name on his business card to attend formal banquets held by the Hong Kong Government.
"Oxfam's registration is all ready, and the medicines to be donated are being produced. We will be able to announce our establishment in two days. The three initiators required for registration are you, Mr. Chu..." Angie Perlis paused here.
Mrs. Bess asked curiously, "Is the third one Mr. Song?"
"No, it was me." Angie Perlis's face showed a hint of emotion, but her tone was indifferent, as if she were talking about a stranger. "I also thought it was him, but he insisted on leaving this position for me. He said that this way, it could be announced to the public that I had delayed my studies in London because I came to Hong Kong for charity work. When Oxfam's project is completed, legal experts in London might line up to invite me, a kind and charitable female intern lawyer, to intern at their firm and present me with an internship certificate signed by them. His mind always considers everything. I myself forgot my own identity, but he still remembered it for me."
"Patrick said that Mr. Chu couldn't possibly have come up with such a plan; it's only you and Mr. Song, and he's very clever." Mrs. Bess put down her cigarette and gently patted Angie Perlis's hand like an elder. "But you need to think it through. Falling for an Asian man might not be something your family in London will approve of. Would you like to stay in the guest room tonight? We can talk more. I'll get you a new mattress and down comforter."
"I know, so let that man worry about those problems. I'll just do what he says without a care." Angie Perlis composed herself, composed herself, and said to Mrs. Bess with a smile.
Mrs. Bess laughed too, "That's right, difficult problems should be left to men. I want to be the first president of Oxfam. Let Patrick worry about the rest. Thank God I met him, this reliable Britain gentleman. He has never let me down. He is always calm and composed, and puts me at ease."
"The man I've met has never let me down," Angie Perlis said, though her smile held a hint of uncertainty about the future.
At this moment, Shek Chi-yik, who was standing by the window of the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, and Song Tianyao, who was sitting alone on the sofa in the Dulles Hotel room reading "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword," had different skin colors and appearances, but their expressions were just as the two women had described: calm and composed, which put the women at ease.
Outside the window, the night is deep, and only the beauty I cherish is the hardest to betray.
Chapter 112 Puzzling
Angie Perlis enjoyed an elegant breakfast at the Shek Chi-yik couple's villa, and after admiring Mrs. Bess's flower arranging skills for a while, she politely took her leave.
Once she left Tai Ping Shan, Angie Perlis's previous elegance and composure vanished. She hailed a taxi waiting for passengers near the Tai Ping Shan Tram station and urged the driver to speed up, heading towards the Dulles Hotel.
During breakfast, Mrs. Bess nodded in agreement to participate in the establishment of Oxfam and would be responsible for subsequent matters such as donating medicine to the poor in the Squatter Area. Although Angie Perlis did not have a formal conversation with Shek Chi-yik and only communicated with Mrs. Bess would never have agreed without Shek Chi-yik's consent.
What needs to be done now is to finalize the whole matter as soon as possible, so as to avoid dragging it out and creating more unpredictable variables.
Angie Perlis got out of the taxi, tossed the driver a ten-dollar note, and without even waiting for change, strode towards the hotel entrance. She'd only taken three or four steps when she stopped abruptly. Song Tianyao was standing right outside the Dulles Hotel entrance, neatly dressed, smoking a cigarette and looking at her. Judging from the impatient expression of the India security guard beside him, Song Tianyao had been harassing the India at the entrance for quite some time.
"Go get some sleep and have a good dream. When you wake up, go to Sincere Department Store to buy some perfume and clothes. Tomorrow, or at the latest the day after, just look beautiful and elegant as one of the three founders of Oxfam. Leave the rest to me." Song Tianyao walked to Angie Perlis's side and turned to say to Angie Perlis, whose dark circles were already faintly visible under her eyes.