"Me? I'm a boss?" Scribe Hui asked Harry blankly.
Chapter 201 Before Leaving Hong Kong
"You mean the quartermaster wants you to help them buy a batch of vegetables and grains? Then just do it. You've been doing this for so long, you don't need to ask me about this, do you?" Song Tianyao said to his Scribe Hui, who was following behind him, after they walked out of the library.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon stood under a paulownia tree in the distance. Seeing Scribe Hui and Song Tianyao walk out of the library, he limped a few steps quickly toward the library door, wanting to see what Secretary Song, whom Scribe Hui had mentioned, actually looked like.
"No way? I thought the youngest would be in his thirties. He looks younger than me. Brother Hui, is this Secretary Song's son?" Nine-Tattooed Dragon couldn't believe that the all-powerful Song Tianyao that Scribe Hui had mentioned was just a young man about the same age as him, and he exclaimed.
Song Tianyao glanced at Nine-Tattooed Dragon not far away, ignoring his words, and continued to say to his Scribe Hui: "I told you not to make money off the Foreign Devil back then, just in time for this day. If you had treated them like idiots and taken advantage of them like the other vegetable farmers, this good thing wouldn't have come your way. The Foreign Devil aren't idiots. They don't care about taking more of those expired supplies, but when it comes to paying for their own things, they'll naturally choose to cooperate with the person who offered the lowest price before. And that's where you are now, aren't you?"
Scribe Hui, lowered his head and scratched the back of his head. "Secretary Song, the Foreign Devil want me to find a small warehouse to store vegetables and grains, and they also want me to register a company and open an account so they can transfer money directly to the bank. I... I can't do it. I only know how to buy vegetables from farmers, not how to be a boss. Why don't you do it? I'll continue delivering grain and vegetables for the Foreign Devil."
"I'm about to leave, I don't have time. Besides, the Foreign Devil made you the boss to make their accounts easier. You'll still be delivering vegetables, just like before. You'll buy whatever they need, okay? It's just that the money will be settled monthly, no longer in cigarettes, alcohol, or cash, but directly transferred to the company's bank account." Song Tianyao said, lighting a cigarette.
When he told his Scribe Hui not to worry about profits when delivering vegetables, he was waiting for this kind of reaction. After the expired supplies, which the British Army considered like junk, were cleared out, the British Army would inevitably need money to buy food and vegetables for their families. It was impossible for them to be generous again and let the vegetable farmers carry out expired cigarettes and alcohol as before. They would choose the appropriate people themselves. So he was not surprised at all when his Scribe Hui came to tell him this today.
"I used to always pay in cash at Brother Hua's Gambling den. What if the Foreign Devil claims to have paid, but the bank doesn't have the money?" Scribe Hui said with a bitter face. "I've seen too many cheaters who deny their debts at Brother Hua's Gambling den."
"As long as you don't treat the Britain like idiots and rip them off, they won't refuse to pay. If they don't pay, you can hire a lawyer to sue them. Do those officers really think they'll be transferred over a few thousand Hong Kong dollars for groceries? Foolish, worrying unnecessarily. Here's what I'll do: Go back and find your boss's wife. Have her help you contact a lawyer and register a company. As for the capital, a portion of the cash from Crown Asia Company will be sent to your boss's wife each month for her to manage. Tell her, 'I'll contribute five thousand Hong Kong dollars, and I'll consider the other half as an advance on two years' salary, lending you five thousand.' That'll make a total of ten thousand Hong Kong dollars as registered capital. Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars is quite substantial for a small company. From now on, the company's profits will be split between you and me. You'll be fully responsible for the company. Only contact me if there are major problems."
"Five thousand yuan? Secretary Song, does that mean I owe you five thousand yuan?" Scribe Hui's eyes widened as he asked Song Tianyao.
Song Tianyao said, "It's not a debt, and I won't make you pay it back. Once this company makes money, I'll deduct five thousand yuan from your share of the profits. I won't have anyone collect it from you."
"Can't I refuse to lend you the money? You can just pay ten thousand yuan yourself, okay? What if the company loses money, or the Foreign Devil doesn't pay? There's no such thing as not having to pay back debts. Only loan sharks would say that. Secretary Song, are you planning to wait until the interest rate is higher before asking me to make up the debt? I'm not lending you money." The Scribe Hui, shook his head rapidly, his words practically accusing Song Tianyao of trying to swindle him.
Song Tianyao couldn't help but laugh at the way Song Tianyao was wary of him, "Are you an idiot? You think I'd swindle you five thousand yuan? Damn it! I'm asking you to do legitimate business with me, and you think I'm a loan shark?! Go see your boss's wife, tell her what I'm saying clearly, and then let her tell you whether I'm trying to cheat you out of your money! You bastard, you won't even give me a chance to praise you! Get lost!"
After being scolded by Song Tianyao, Scribe Hui finally felt refreshed. He turned to leave, but after a few steps, he turned back and asked Song Tianyao, who was about to return to the library, "Secretary Song, what should we name the business we're registering?"
"Didn't I tell you to make the decisions? You might as well call Scribe Hui a loser!" Song Tianyao glared at Scribe Hui, flicked his cigarette away, and turned to enter the library.
When Scribe Hui waited until Song Tianyao went inside and didn't see him, he let out a long sigh. From a distance, Nine-Tattooed Dragon approached and said, "Brother Hui, you owe Secretary Song..."
"You owe your mother! You jinx! Get lost!" Scribe Hui who felt he owed Song Tianyao a high-interest loan, roared at the Nine-Tattooed Dragon who had come closer.
Song Tianyao's voice rang out from inside the library. "Shut up, this is a library."
Shek Tong Tsui, Golden Phoenix Pool Dance Hall.
"Hey, finally decided to come out of the temple? Cultivating, becoming a Buddha?" Second Young Master Chu, dressed in an expensive suit, saw Song Tianyao stand up from a seat and wave at him, calling out.
After Chu Xiaoxin surveyed the dance floor and sat down opposite Song Tianyao, he said, "Your taste has deteriorated a lot. This dance hall is nowhere near as good as the newly renovated Lichi. Don't you know how to invite guests to a more upscale place?"
"Even if my taste is terrible, I wouldn't have a face as pale as yours, Big Brother? And you didn't even bring a woman? Didn't you say that Likang's pharmaceutical business has someone to manage it for you, and you only have to deal with the Pharmaceutical Factory, so you're very relaxed?" Song Tianyao opened a can of beer for Chu Xiaoxin and handed it to him, saying with a smile.