Shek Chi-yik suddenly felt a sense of anticipation. This young man was truly a great partner, at least in terms of the generous compensation. Why not give it a try with the wig business Song Tianyao mentioned?
Kowloon, Daliang Hotel.
The two brothers, Xia Zuoji Xia Harry, stared stiffly at Song Tianyao, who was smiling at them.
Both brothers were typical of high-caste India, tall and with fairer skin than the average India, and with typical Aryan features. Xia Zuoji was thirty-two and Xia Harry was twenty-nine, both in the prime of their lives.
Compared to most India who struggle to make a living in Hong Kong, Xia Zuoji and Xia Harry, apart from the initial period of hardship when they first came to Hong Kong with their parents, never fell into poverty, even during the Xia family occupation when everyone was in fear. Even now, due to the devaluation of Japan military currency after the war, their Xia family still have a grocery store that can barely support the livelihood of more than twenty family members in Hong Kong, all thanks to the brothers in front of Song Tianyao racking their brains to find ways to make money.
Before arriving at the hotel, the two had been wondering who Gao Minghui's boss was and why he wanted to do business with them. When the young man opposite them introduced himself as Song Tianyao, Xia Zuoji was still confused, but Xia Harry paused, looking at Song Tianyao with some surprise. He often traded in popular, sought-after medicines on the black market and naturally knew about the recent turmoil in the pharmaceutical industry. In a very short period, the Zhang Family, a major pharmaceutical company, had been swallowed up by Likang. Although everyone said it was the Chu Family and Cai Family families who joined forces against the Zhang Family, no one witnessed it. Instead, many members of the Pharmaceutical Association widely believed that Song Tianyao, Likang's secretary, had orchestrated the entire scheme to defeat the Zhang Family. Likang's boss, Justice of the Peace Chu Xiaoxin, as a reward for Song Tianyao, specially gifted him a secondary pharmaceutical wholesale company with the right to directly obtain goods from Likang Company as a reward.
"Mr. Song, I've heard of you." After his initial surprise, Xia Harry spoke first to Song Tianyao.
Then he briefly introduced the name to his older Xia Zuoji he had never heard of before. Just hearing the short phrase "secretary of Justice of the Justice of the Peace Chu Xiaoxin" made Xia Zuoji's eyes light up. The secretary of such an important person could be the subject of so much business.
"Mr. Song, Mr. Gao said you wanted to see me?" Xia Zuoji asked Song Tianyao politely.
Song Tianyao nodded. "Of course, I heard from Master... Gao Minghui that you had also done barter trade with the military camp before, and like Gao Minghui, you left a deep impression on the Nationalist Army. Gao Minghui even told me that you could actually become the military camp's purchasing agents, but unfortunately, someone may have maliciously spread some information about you to the Britain soldiers. When I heard him talk about this, I felt very sorry. You are not like those rumors say, because you did not show as greedy as you did in barter trade. I like to cooperate with people like that."
Xia Zuoji and Xia Harry exchanged a glance, and Xia Zuoji spoke to Song Tianyao, "Mr. Song, what kind of cooperation is this?"
"I would like to ask you two to return to India and collect women's Braids for me. The braids must be at least 35 centimeters long. For each Braid arrives in Hong Kong, I will pay one Hong Kong dollars. At the current exchange rate, one Hong Kong dollars can be exchanged for twenty India Paisa. Ten Paisa would be enough to provide a family of five in a remote area of India with a full day's worth of food. As for the remaining ten Paisa, after deducting transportation and labor costs, there will still be a considerable profit if you calculate it carefully. The more hair you collect, the greater the profit. What do you think?" Song Tianyao took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and then looked at the two India brothers in front of him with a smile as he spoke.
Chapter 214 The Dock
When Scribe Hui arrived at the Sai Kung Pier, it was already dark. The scattered gas lamps on the dock made him a little dizzy. He wandered around the unloading area for a long time before finally finding Nine-Tattooed Dragon, who was still naked and hanging on the rack.
The distance was too great; Scribe Hui could only vaguely see that Nine-Tattooed Dragon seemed to be being beaten. He tried to run forward, but was stopped by two laborers. "Hey, if you're going to watch the show, stand back a bit. Do you want to get hurt? Move aside!"
"That looks like my brother, I've come to beg Brother Qing!" Scribe Hui's legs were trembling with fear, but he still managed to explain to the two fierce-looking burly men.
The two Handkerchief Qing sized up Scribe Hui: "Your brother? You're from 14K?"
"I... I'm not a gangster, I'm a food delivery guy. He's the brother who helps me deliver food every day. He always works hard. Please let me see Brother Qing and ask Lord Qing to let him go." Shi Yehui's forehead was sweating, and he tried his best to smile at the two of them.
He said he wasn't a member of the underworld, which wasn't exactly a lie. Ever since Lou Fengyun was expelled from Fuyixing, he seemed to have been treated as Lou Fengyun's vassal and was also removed from Fuyixing's list of names.
"You're not a gangster, why are you stirring up trouble? That guy offended Brother Qing and got both his legs broken! Go hire another worker yourself! Get out of here!" The laborer shoved the Scribe Hui and said to him in a stern tone.
The Scribe Hui, was shoved by two laborers. He dared not retaliate and wanted to turn and leave, but then he remembered Xianyu Shuan, who had been burned to death on Tai Wo Street. One brother had already died; he didn't want another. After much hesitation, he suddenly roared towards Nine-Tattooed Dragon's direction, "Handkerchief Qing! Believe it or not, I'll have the Britain soldiers sweep your docks clean!"
His shout carried far across the already quieting dock. The two laborers, startled by Scribe Hui's yell, rushed forward, cursing, "You son of a bitch! We told you to leave, but you wouldn't! You like getting beaten up? Fine! You saw Brother Qing rescuing someone, huh? You'll have to go hang yourself with him!"
The two men punched Scribe Hui on the head several times. Scribe Hui, who didn't know where he got the courage, even with his glasses knocked off, was still pushing and struggling, shouting loudly.
He struggled incessantly when suddenly a group of people surrounded him. The man in the Handkerchief Qing waved his hand, signaling the two men to stop fighting. He glanced sideways at the Scribe Hui: "Was it you who just said you wanted the Britain soldiers to raid my docks? Are you out of your mind, thinking you're the Governor of Hong Kong?"