"That's all?" Shek Chi-yik found it hard to believe that this young man, after planning everything for his wife, only wanted such a small reward.
"If Customs seizes a large quantity of medicines from other pharmaceutical company warehouses that violate the embargo, Likang would certainly like to have priority in purchasing those seized medicines from Customs due to its experience participating in Oxfam. To be honest, before God, if Customs and the Industrial and Commercial Administration Office can sell genuine medicines to Likang as counterfeit or expired medicines, I would be extremely grateful. I can provide expired packaging for this purpose, and I can deposit 50% of the savings into the bank account you provide. God is my witness." Song Tianyao finally turned to look at the calm-faced Britain beside him. "It's more pleasing to God than for a kind-hearted person to gain a small advantage than for those unscrupulous people to plunder them for exorbitant profits. What do you think?"
"No, we can only sell you the original medicine. The money for the confiscated medicine will be turned over to the Governor of Hong Kong for his decision." Shek Chi-yik also turned to look at Song Tianyao and said slowly.
Song Tianyao laughed, "That's right, that money should have been distributed by the Governor of Hong Kong. It was my oversight. I congratulate you in advance on your upcoming promotion to Director of the Industrial and Commercial Administration Office and First-Class Officer."
"What's the name of that company that tried to sabotage the good deeds of Likang and Oxfam, and maliciously hoarded drugs to make huge profits?" Seeing his wife and children appear from the entrance of the side hall, seemingly preparing to go to the restaurant for lunch, Shek Chi-yik stood up, buttoning his suit jacket, and asked.
Song Tianyao lowered his head and opened his Bible, reciting verses as if he were a complete stranger to the other person. "European Coast Company, if Customs can simultaneously seize the warehouse and launch an investigation at the moment the donation of medicine is announced at tomorrow's ceremony, your wife might receive many flowers spontaneously offered by the China person."
Shek Chi-yik seemed not to hear and walked towards his wife and children. Song Tianyao, sitting behind him, slowly added in China, "Everything is arranged. After the medicine distribution, anyone willing to walk to your villa to lay flowers as a token of gratitude will receive ten yuan for the journey. Anyone who cries out will receive an extra bag of soy sauce."
Then, Song Tianyao saw that Shek Chi-yik seemed to have tripped over something and staggered slightly.
It seems that even Foreign Devil can't always maintain a gentlemanly demeanor.
Chapter 117 You're welcome
Zhang Weilin is Zhang Yujie's eldest son. He is 18 years old now. He spent his primary school years at the Hong Kong Young Men's Christian Association Primary School, and his secondary school studies were basically completed at a private tutor's home every day.
The Zhang Family was managed by the matriarch, Guo Geng. Although her eldest son, Zhang Yujie, was not highly educated, he was a business prodigy. Over the course of more than a decade, he fought his way up in the business world and built a empire for the Zhang Family in Hong Kong. Even though Guo Geng treated all four sons equally, she still favored the eldest son's branch of the family who was responsible for the family business. Zhang Weilin was the eldest grandson. When he was born, the family was not wealthy. His parents were busy making a living. He spent several years with Guo Geng and endured hardship. Compared to his other grandchildren who were born into wealth and had no worries about food and clothing, Guo Geng always felt that Zhang Weilin had suffered some injustices compared to his other grandchildren.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been for Guo Geng to personally ask for money from his own savings to hire a private tutor for Queen's College Zhang Weilin, so that Zhang Weilin could study alone at the tutor's home every day. Zhang Yujie 'Zhang Weilin wife and concubines were uneducated country women who did manual labor such as counting or sorting in the family business and were not good at disciplining their children. Naturally, the mother-in-law made the decision in this matter.
This also resulted in Zhang Weilin being more free than other grandchildren of the Zhang Family. He didn't have to go to school every day. Over the years, he has developed to the point where he only goes to his private tutor's place once a day before going off to hang out with his cronies. Although he can't compare to the bulging wallets of a spendthrift like Second Young Master Chu, he still receives thirty to fifty Hong Kong dollars from Guo Geng every day. He can't afford to go to places like Lichi or Taibai Seafood Restaurant Floating Restaurant, but a few dozen dollars is enough for him to live a lavish day in places like Kowloon City and Yau Ma Tei.
When Zhang Yuliang met his nephew, it was at a Gambling den in Yau Ma Tei. Zhang Weilin had his sleeves rolled up high, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and an arrogant expression. He had one foot on a stool and was slamming the Pai Gow in his hand onto the table. His other hand was around a woman with a large chest, grabbing and kneading her exposed breasts.
"Wei Lin." Zhang Yuliang waved his hand slightly near his nose, trying to dispel the unpleasant smell of smoke and sweat in the Gambling den, and walked over to Zhang Weilin's side, speaking softly.
Just as Zhang Weilin was about to shout "Kill everyone!", he heard someone call his name. He turned his head and saw his fourth uncle, who was seven years older than him, looking at him with a gloomy expression. Behind him stood a young man in a smart suit.
"Fourth... Fourth Uncle." Zhang Weilin hurriedly spat out the cigarette from his mouth, pushed the woman beside him aside, straightened his clothes, and stood up respectfully.
"Let's find a quiet teahouse to chat for a bit. You're really getting worse and worse these days. How are you going to inherit the family business your father built if you continue like this?" Zhang Yuliang reached out and took Zhang Weilin's left hand, leading him out of the Gambling den.
Across the gambling table, a man just happened to reveal his Pai Gow, excitedly slapping his thigh. "After losing most of the day, my luck has finally turned around! Double Heaven Supreme! All-out victory!"
After showing off his car, he looked up and urged the people at the table to pay, only to see Zhang Weilin already turning to leave. He immediately stood up straight and roared, "Fuck your mother! Where did this loser come from, trying to take people away like that! You think you can just walk away after winning, but you won't admit defeat after losing? Stop right there!"
Zhang Yuliang continued walking, still pulling Zhang Weilin towards the gate, but said to Dai Feng, who was following behind them, "Dai Feng, pay back whatever Wei Lin lost. After you've paid, knock out all the teeth of the guy who said 'Pu Ni Amu'."
Dai Feng turned back to the gambling table, took out two hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and threw them on the table. He looked at the man opposite him who was still unaware of the danger and asked calmly, "Is that enough?"
The stakes at this Gambling den weren't high to begin with; two hundred yuan was enough to cover Zhang Weilin's loss from the previous hand. The man glared at Dai Feng, picked up the two hundred yuan, and impatiently said, "Get lost!"