Song Tianyao knew that Lei Yingdong, Ho Hung-sang, and even the Mr. He mentioned by Huang Liu in front of him were referring to He Xian, the chairman of the Macau Chinese Chamber of Commerce. During World War II, China, Britain, Portugal, and Japan all had to give He Xian face. Three Governor of Macau were his guests. The Macau gold monopoly was operated by his company, and the three largest hotels in Macau were also under his company. It can be said that he had shares in every profitable industry in Macau. He was the true uncrowned king of Macau.
Even though He Hongsheng, who was standing in front of Song Tianyao at this moment, had a net worth of hundreds of billions in his previous life and was known as the King of Gambling in Macau, and although he also had the surname He, his status was worlds apart from that of He Xian in Macau. He Xian's son was the first Chief Executive of Macau, truly solidifying the title of the He family as the King of Macau. He Hongsheng, on the other hand, was only known as the King of Gambling in Macau throughout his life. The difference of just one word made a huge difference in status.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. He. Once things have calmed down a bit, I will definitely go to Macau to thank Mr. He. Also, don't trouble yourself with such a small matter, Mr. He and Mr. Huang. I've already made arrangements. You can handle things yourself." Song Tianyao said to the strong and imposing Huang Liu in front of him.
But for some reason, Song Tianyao felt that even though Huang Liu was putting on a serious face, he still gave Song Tianyao a feeling of excitement and eagerness.
Since Song Tianyao didn't need his help to kill anyone, Huang Liu didn't say anything more, turned around and stepped aside, waiting to accompany the three reporters to investigate and interview the welfare home.
Song Tianyao raised his wrist to check the time on his watch. "The Foreign Devil should already be being driven towards the city center."
"Aren't you going to see the show live?" Cheng Yu-tung looked at Song Tianyao and Lei Yingdong: "I came all this way just to sit in the front row with you. We can take a speedboat to the second floor of my gold smelting plant; we'll have a clear view there. We should make it in time."
"What's so interesting about murder?" Lei Yingdong threw away his cigarette butt. "Whether you watch or not, the Foreign Devil will die anyway. Just let your people see it clearly, and remember to mention it when they give their statements, okay?"
Song Tianyao noticed that Ho Hung-sang looked somewhat melancholy and asked from the side, "Mr. He, is something on your mind?"
Ho Hung-sang glanced at Song Tianyao, took out a handkerchief to wipe his still slightly damp face, and said, "Since we all know each other, there's no need for you to keep calling me Boss Song or Mr. He. I'll call you A-Yao, and you can call me Ah Xin. I'm fine, I'm just in a bad mood, otherwise I wouldn't have made a special trip to Hong Kong to clear my head."
"Haven't you sorted out the oil refinery issue yet?" Lei Yingdong, who was clearly in the know, chimed in from the side.
Seeing that Song Tianyao and Cheng Yu-tung were both looking at him, Lei Yingdong pointed at Ho Hung-sang and said, "Six homemade grenades were thrown into his oil refinery warehouse in broad daylight. Luckily, only two exploded; otherwise, the kerosene in the warehouse could have blown half the street to smithereens."
In just a few words, Song Tianyao realized that killing a Foreign Devil in Hong Kong was nothing compared to what Ho Hung-sang had done in Macau. Macau truly lived up to its name as a land of iniquity; how dare they throw six grenades at a factory in broad daylight? In Hong Kong, he had to carefully consider his actions before killing a Foreign Devil, fearing any mishaps, yet in Macau, they didn't even bother to conceal it? And their actions were so ruthless—throwing grenades? Whether it was due to underworld rules or fear of the Nationalist Army, Hong Kong gangsters rarely even used guns.
"Mr. He. He helped me arrange those people, and in the end, I had to pay them 20,000 yuan for their medicine." Ho Hung-sang exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "The money isn't much, but I can't swallow this insult."
Cheng Yu-tung waved his hand at Ho Hung-sang and said, "Wait a minute, I didn't understand. Your factory was hit by grenades, so you have to pay for the medical expenses of those who threw the grenades?"
"Of course he has to pay. His men almost killed the guys who threw the grenade. One of them almost had his neck broken. Do you think he's some nice guy in Macau? His workers used to work with him at sea, slaying pirates. Otherwise, why would an honest man get pelted with a grenade for no reason?" Lei Yingdong explained to Cheng Yu-tung.
Ho Hung-sang glared at Lei Yingdong: "Am I not an honest man? If I weren't honest, I would have used the kerosene refined in the factory to fry their entire family to death long ago. It was Mr. He who told me to make money peacefully and to take a step back to see the bigger picture."
"If you were honest, I wouldn't have wanted to get rid of you in the first place," Lei Yingdong smiled at Ho Hung-sang. "You're in Macau, and the three of us are in Hong Kong. If anyone tries to sabotage your business again, we can just do the same thing as today. If you need help in Macau, we'll find someone from Hong Kong to help you. But you've had such bad luck, I'm worried that helping you will ruin my good fortune."
Song Tianyao laughed from the side, "Is this how you make your friends? You almost killed them? And besides, I remember you were notoriously unlucky, weren't you? Even your salt got moldy."
"Make friends with him? You're doomed for life, A-Yao. Let me tell you, my luck started to turn bad after I met him. Before I met him, I earned a million a year, and three million in three years. After I met him, people started causing trouble for me, and I've only earned a little bit over the years. You better watch out." Ho Hung-sang immediately chimed in after hearing Song Tianyao make a fool of Lei Yingdong, and even turned his head to look at Lei Yingdong.
Cheng Yu-tung, standing next to him, agreed, saying, "I believe that. Lei Danzi is known for his ruthless nature. Before I met him, I made a fortune trading gold. After I met him, the price of gold plummeted, most of my fellow gold shops closed down, and I was barely managing to stay afloat."
"Isn't A-Yao perfectly fine? Why doesn't he seem to have any bad luck?" Lei Yingdong shouted at the two men with dissatisfaction, "You two idiots, I considered you friends, and you're just making fun of me?"
Song Tianyao immediately retorted, "Big Brother, which eye of yours saw me as lucky? After what happened today, am I not unlucky?"
"Exactly, you think he's lucky to be involved in killing Foreign Devil?" Cheng Yu-tung patted Lei Yingdong on the shoulder. "When did you go blind? If you need to see a doctor, I can introduce you to someone I know."
The four of them laughed after they finished speaking. Song Tianyao thanked the other three. He knew that the last few jokes were actually intentional, just to ease his tension and lighten the atmosphere. After all, the three of them had no ties, while Song Tianyao, in their eyes, was probably already on edge, thinking about killing the Foreign Devil.