"Take this back for her to eat." Song Tianyao sat back down and stretched his neck.
Xianyu Shuan opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but he was afraid that Song Tianyao would think he was ungrateful. He didn't know what to say to express his gratitude, so he scratched his head, finished all the rice in his bowl, then took a big gulp of beer, exhaled, and asked Song Tianyao curiously, "Secretary Song, are you also coming to eat at the restaurant?"
"I'm hungry, and waiting for food at a restaurant takes too long. Let's grab something to eat on the street first," Song Tianyao said, a cigarette dangling from his Xianyu Shuan, watching the little girl Xiu'er still eating. "I was planning to go back to Tai Wo Street to get someone to run errands for me, but meeting you is quite a coincidence. You're free this afternoon, right?"
"It's nothing. I was going back to help out at Boss Chen's shop, but Secretary Song instructed me to just let him know. I'm not as tough or powerful as Brother Shing, but I can run errands and do my job." Xianyu Shuan patted his chest and assured him that Song Tianyao had something for him to do.
Song Tianyao actually wanted to go back to Tai Wo Street to call out Scribe Hui to run errands for him. Now that he saw Xianyu Shuan, he felt that Xianyu Shuan was obviously more reliable to help him. Although Scribe Hui was a scoundrel who wore glasses and pretended to be a master, he had no other redeeming qualities except for being honest and obedient. His lack of discernment was especially despicable. On the other hand, Xianyu Shuan, although bald and not very presentable, spoke eloquently and logically. Although he had joined the gang, he still recognized his own identity and would not get involved in those gang fights. He would only do harmless work to earn money to support his wife and daughter.
For intelligent people who truly know what they should do and live a stable and down-to-earth life, as long as they are not idiots like Chen Tai who could live a peaceful life but insist on venturing into the underworld to make a living with their fists, Song Tianyao never hesitates to give them opportunities to improve their family's circumstances. Although Song Tianyao doesn't make money in the underworld, the so-called secretary path he takes is far more dangerous than Chen Tai's path in the underworld. Relying on his experience and intelligence from two lifetimes, he still walks on thin ice, taking one step at a time, fearing that the slightest mistake will shatter him to pieces.
"In a few days, I'll talk to Gao Lao Cheng and tell you not to go to work at the docks. Likang might open Pharmaceutical Factory, and you can go Pharmaceutical Factory to help Boss Chen. If there are elderly people to help take care of your daughter, your wife can also work at the factory. If you both work hard, you can earn even more money." Song Tianyao looked at Xianyu Shuan's well-behaved daughter beside him and said to Xianyu Shuan.
The little girl was very sensible. Xianyu Shuan had picked out all the meat and vegetables and put them into her bowl. However, although most of the rice had been eaten, the meat had barely been touched and was almost at the bottom of the bowl.
"Thank you, Secretary Song, thank you, Secretary Song." Xianyu Shuan was so excited that the ash from the cigarette he was holding fell out of his mouth and landed on his pants. He hurriedly got up, brushed off the ash, and kept thanking Song Tianyao.
"No need to thank me. After you take your daughter home, help me find out if any packaging factories in North Point are currently packaging Penicillin or PAS Lung Tablets. Don't just go to their shops; ask the workers. Tell them you have a friend surnamed Song who has tuberculosis and needs Penicillin and PAS Lung Tablets to save his life, but these two drugs are sold out in Hong Kong pharmacies or are too expensive. Ask around to see which pharmacies or factories are currently packaging these drugs and see if you can buy them at a cheaper price." Song Tianyao looked at Xianyu Shuan and said, "This isn't just passing on a message; it's about finding out information. Do you understand?"
Xianyu Shuan looked back at Song Tianyao, muttered a few words, and then said, "Ming, Secretary Song wants me to investigate which factory near North Point is making packaging boxes for Penicillin and lung slices. Since I can't investigate directly, I'm asking him to find out by making an excuse to befriend the workers."
"You're much more reliable than that Scribe Hui." Hearing that Xianyu Shuan could clearly state his purpose, Song Tianyao couldn't help but sigh, "After you've found out, no matter how late it is, go to the Dulles Hotel in Central and speak Cantonese to the India security guard on the night shift. That scoundrel can understand you. I'll leave him a small tip so he can keep an eye out for you. Just tell him you want to see Song Tianyao, and he'll help you contact me."
"The Dulles Hotel, the India guy, I remember." Xianyu Shuan nodded emphatically and said to Song Tianyao.
Song Tianyao got up from the table, preparing to leave, just then...
"Secretary Song, you're here too?" a bewildered voice asked.
Scribe Hui, wearing his round-framed black-rimmed glasses and carrying some everyday items, approached with a smile, "Secretary Song, Sister Yun is upstairs today! Are you going to see her...?"
Song Tianyao lowered his head and cursed in a very soft voice, "I'll see your mother! This scoundrel is born blind. When I need him, he's just like his boss's wife, nowhere to be seen. But once I've made all the arrangements, he suddenly appears out of nowhere, as if he's in cahoots with someone."
Chapter 119 People die for wealth, birds die for food.
Chu Xiaoxin, with Chen Judy in his arms, sat Malaysia in the Rising Sun Tea Garden inside the Lichi. A dozen or so playboys, who usually frequented the Lichi like Second Young Master Chu Xiaoxin, were gathered around him. Most were members of the "brothers' Young Masters' Club" of certain Songstress. Several popular singers from the Lichi dance hall sat beside their respective "Young Masters' Club' Young Masters' Club leaders," with Chu Xiaoxin and the other Songstress leaders at the center, all their eyes fixed on the arrogant Second Young Master Chu.
"The day after tomorrow morning, at Cathedral of St John in Central, I've organized the founding and fundraising ceremony of a charity organization. Britain will also be attending, and I've contacted various Chinese and English newspapers; they'll all send reporters. I've also hired four photographers to take pictures. Don't think I, Chu Xiaoxin, am neglecting my friends after making money. Judy? I'm the one who promoted her. Now that I've made money, of course I'll help her get ahead. The purpose of this charity is also to promote Judy. When her picture appears in the newspapers, Judy 'll definitely be more famous than Zhou Xuan. I'm inviting you all to give your protégés a chance to appear in the newspapers. First, it's a way for me, Chu Xiaoxin, to share in the good fortune; second, I hope that those of you attending can help me out and make the event more impressive. Otherwise, the Britain will laugh at me, saying I, Chu Xiaoxin, have no friends and am not qualified to attend such a ceremony. What do you think? Are you interested?"