"Boss Song, why don't I come work for your factory too? I'll cook char siu rice for every meal, even if you don't pay me!" Among the dozen or so young men clinging to the wall, a few of them, who had been hanging there all day, knew everyone at the factory. Seeing Song Tianyao getting his meal there, they chimed in to join in the fun.
Song Tianyao pointed at Sister Xiong: "Okay, I'll let you come to the kitchen and help Sister Xiong with cooking. Are you in or not?"
Many of these young people came from other factories nearby. Most of the other factories employed male workers, but Song Tianyao's wig factory did not have heavy physical labor, so it employed more meticulous female workers to operate the machines. These female workers were given work clothes as soon as they entered the factory, and the factory provided three meals a day. For those who were too lazy to go home because of the distance, they could live in the factory dormitory. These younger female workers were like delicious honey, attracting young workers from nearby factories to come and peek over the wall.
After returning to his office and having lunch, Song Tianyao opened the wardrobe behind him and took out four wigs, placing them on his desk. The first was a cheap wig he brought back from the United States, made in the Marcus factory. The second was a high-end United States wig he bought from Lane Crawford Department Store in Hong Kong. The third was a France wig sold at a high price by Lane Crawford Department Store. The fourth was the first qualified wig produced by his factory yesterday by the female workers.
Of these four wigs, the cheap one from Marcus factory is of the lowest quality, the one from Song Tianyao factory is comparable to the United States one, and the most exquisite one is still the France one.
Lou Fengyun pushed open the door and came in to help Song Tianyao clear the dishes. Yesterday, the female factory workers finally no longer needed Song Tianyao and her to take turns watching over them and were able to independently produce wigs that Song Tianyao approved. Song Tianyao was in a good mood. After two months of hard work, he drank some wine at dinner for the first time to celebrate. Then he pulled Lou Fengyun and did some things that should have happened between a man and a woman long ago.
"I'll call Wanqing's father's tailor shop later and have Wanqing send over the suits and accessories I asked her to order. We're really tired of wearing jeans." Song Tianyao said with burning eyes, staring at the four wigs in front of him.
"Going to... United States?" Lou Fengyun bit her lip. Song Tianyao had been almost entirely confined to the factory lately, working with her to research wig production techniques. To be honest, Lou Fengyun felt that it would be nice if life continued like this. Song Tianyao didn't need to go out and become rich and powerful. He could stay in a factory while she stayed by his side. This feeling was wonderful.
Song Tianyao shook his head, his gaze never leaving the wig, and said with a smile, "After wearing these work clothes for so long, it's time to take them off. No rush to United States, let's find a way to sell these locally first and build our reputation. We need to let the factory owners in North Point know that wigs are so profitable. No wonder that idiot Song Tianyao has the money to provide three meals a day for the workers."
"Shouldn't you try to keep a profitable business a secret from others?" Lou Fengyun couldn't understand why Song Tianyao always wanted to publicize his wig business to the whole of Hong Kong.
She stepped behind Song Tianyao, turned his head back slightly, and placed it against her chest and abdomen. Then, she gently massaged his temples with both hands and asked him a question.
During this period, Song Tianyao would often close his eyes and rub his temples and brow. Although he recovered quickly, Lou Fengyun could still sense that Song Tianyao seemed even more tired than when he was working as a secretary for the Chu Family. In addition to teaching the female workers almost every day, he also had to read English newspapers, take notes, make phone calls, and so on. In the first few days after the factory recruited workers for trial production, Song Tianyao barely slept. He would often lie down on the bed in his clothes and sleep for a while before getting up to continue working. He hardly ever made love to her, let alone joked with her. He was as heartless as a gentleman who was not interested in women.
If someone were to ask Lou Fengyun now what it should look like for someone to work hard, Lou Fengyun would think it should be like Song Tianyao.
Song Tianyao closed his eyes, savoring the moment of tenderness, and said, "You don't need to think about this. Just stay at the factory and wait for me to sell the wigs. Remember when I said I'd have you open a private club? It'll be soon."
Lou Fengyun was taken aback. She had already spent the night with Song Tianyao, and this guy still wanted her to make camellias? Her thoughts raced, and her hands paused. Song Tianyao, sensing Lou Fengyun movement, Lou Fengyun grasped her hands.
"Don't always think of yourself as worthless. After I've dealt with this whole matter, you'll be the big boss of the Hong Kong wig industry, so of course you should open a private club so you can chat with other bosses and set industry rules."
"And what about you?" Lou Fengyun asked, her hands held firmly by Song Tianyao, as she stood behind him, looking down at the young man who was already showing signs of stubble.
Song Tianyao closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, "You and Meng Wanqing, whether you have good vision or experience, are only good enough to do this little bit of business. Any more would just exhaust you. What you can't do, I'll have to do myself. Help me prepare some water to boil. I need to take a shower and change my clothes. I've been hiding in the factory for so long, it's time to go out and meet some people again. Invite my Big Brother, Mr. Chu, to a nightclub for drinks tonight."
Chapter 227 Arrival in Hong Kong
At Hong Kong's Kai Tak Airport, Tang Jingyuan stood outside the airport, his driver holding up a sign that read "Tang Boqi" beside him.
Compared to his still-drunk and dissolute friends, 24-year-old Tang Jingyuan was now the kind of person who had finally come to his senses. Initially, he thought there was no difference between him and his old friend Chu Xiaoxin, but when Chu Xiaoxin suddenly became Philanthropist and Justice of the Peace, no longer partying like them every night, the distance between them widened instantly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. He didn't have someone like Song Tianyao, Chu Xiaoxin's capable confidant, to plan for him. The difference between him and Chu Xiaoxin was that Chu Xiaoxin could become a high-society figure by eating, drinking, and playing with women, because Chu Xiaoxin had Song Tianyao running errands for him. But Tang Jingyuan didn't even have a secretary, or even Likang Company, which Chu Xiaoxin had previously owned and was just waiting to go out of business. He had to draw money from his father for food and pocket money, and the family business was firmly in the hands of his elder brother, Tang Jinggong. He had no chance to interfere at all.