Seeing that Song Tianyao had woken up because of his parking, A Wai nervously apologized to Song Tianyao.
Song Tianyao lit a cigarette. After meeting with Lai Man-yau, he still needed to go to Kowloon Walled City to see his grandfather. When he returned to his hotel or factory to sleep, he also needed to consider discussing with Mrs. Bess how to establish a blood transfusion center in Hong Kong.
Song Tianyao, with a cigarette between his fingers, gazed at the night view outside the window. He thought that he didn't need to worry about the factory's business now; the monthly production could be directly supplied to the three department stores. In this light, he could spend some time thinking about helping Oxfam. Regardless of Lu Wenhui Chu Yaozong, he should also consider the favor Chu Xiaoxin had done for him by guaranteeing his loan.
When they arrived at Longjin Charity School, Nine-Tattooed Dragon and Qi Weiwen were sitting on the stone steps outside the Charity School Kuixing Pavilion. Seeing Song Tianyao enter, Nine-Tattooed Dragon stood up first and greeted him as "Mr. Song." Qi Weiwen slowly rose, looked at Song Tianyao, then turned back to look at the Kuixing Pavilion: "Song Advisor said he's asleep."
Qi Weiwen changed her clothes after returning, perhaps because they were stained with blood. She was now wearing a conservative long-sleeved light blue cheongsam with a slit that only reached her calves. She wore flat cloth shoes and her shoulder-length hair was loose. The night in Hong Kong in winter was a bit cold, and Qi Weiwen crossed her arms in front of her chest to keep out the chill.
"Thank you for Hall Master." Song Tianyao took off his trench coat, put his arms around Qi Weiwen, and draped the coat over Qi Weiwen like a cloak.
He then turned to Nine-Tattooed Dragon beside him and said, "It's getting chilly, you should take off your coat and give it to Sister Wen."
After saying that, Song Tianyao expressionlessly buttoned up the top button of Qi Weiwen's trench coat, who was still stunned, and strode towards the wooden door of the Kuixing Pavilion: "The night is cold and the dew is heavy, be careful not to catch a cold."
After speaking, Song Tianyao pushed open the wooden door of the Kuixing Pavilion and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Qi Weiwen, who was wrapped in his trench coat, hesitated for a moment before following Song Tianyao up the stairs.
Only Nine-Tattooed Dragon remained, blinking and looking at his dirty coat. "I told Sister Wen I'd offer her my coat, but Sister Wen declined, saying she didn't need it. Why did she suddenly stop saying 'no need' as soon as Mr. Song took off his coat?"
Upstairs, by an oil lamp and two wine glasses, Grandfather Song Chengqi sat quietly at his desk, saying nothing. Song Tianyao stood at the top of the stairs without approaching, and softly spoke:
"Grandpa, I came up here to tell you and Bo Ming that I've killed the Foreign Devil."
Song Chengqi seemed to have been waiting for Song Tianyao to tell him this news. After hearing Song Tianyao's words, he slowly stood up, dipped his finger in the wine in his glass, and wrote a few lines on the empty desk. After finishing, he straightened up, picked up his wine glass, and drank the remaining wine in one gulp:
"Bo Ming, rest in peace on your journey."
Song Tianyao stood still, but Qi Weiwen, wearing Song Tianyao's black trench coat, couldn't resist his curiosity and took two steps closer to the lamplight. On the table, two lines of wild cursive script were spilled with wine:
"You lie buried beneath the earth, your bones turned to dust; I remain in this world, my head covered in snow. Song Chengqi of Chenghai, by the lamplight before the wine cup, amidst the mortal realm!"
Chapter 250 Master
"I'll take you to live on Hong Kong Island. Before, you and Bo Ming could look after each other, but now you're all alone..." Song Tianyao said after standing there for a long time.
After spilling the glass of wine opposite him on the ground, Song Chengqi shook his head and said, "I'm not going."
"I'll help you get the Elderly Home registered under Oxfam, so they won't starve. I'll also contribute Hong Kong dollars 1,000 a month from my own pocket to find someone who knows how to teach to give lessons to the children at Longjin Charity School." Song Tianyao looked at Song Chengqi: "When you're old, just enjoy your retirement. If you prefer peace and quiet, I'll help you book a room at Donglin Temple for permanent residence, so you can sit and discuss philosophy with the masters and eminent monks, is that alright?"
"Let's go." Song Chengqi turned his head and smiled at Song Tianyao, "Your grandpa has seen countless deaths, and the deaths of your grandma and third uncle didn't break me. Today, I won't give up just because Bo Ming went first."
"Stubborn as an ox his whole life," Song Tianyao said helplessly, then added, "Fine, from now on, have Scribe Hui put the money for food and vegetables for Longjin Charity School and the Elderly Home on my tab, and I'll pay him. But only for the current number of people. If the Elderly Home admits more people, not even the God of Wealth can afford it, let alone me."
"You don't need to pay." Song Chengqi opened the drawer of the wooden table and took out a stack of banknotes. "Fourteen thousand seven hundred and twenty-six Hong Kong dollars. Ah Long found it in the Foreign Devil's office safe after the murder. Use it sparingly; it'll be enough for those old guys in the Elderly Home to live on for a long time."
"What will you do after you run out of money?" Song Tianyao sighed helplessly. "You can't possibly be planning to return to the underworld as a notorious thief at your age, can you? Rob the rich to help the poor, can you?"
"I'm willing to do good deeds to atone for the mistakes I made when I was young. Today, I'm killing again to avenge those China person died. Money is ill-gotten gains; I took it on a whim. How could I possibly become a thief again?" Song Chengqi looked at the banknotes on the table. "Besides taking a little to buy a memorial tablet for Bo Ming at the temple, I'll set aside some money for food at the Elderly Home during this period. As for the rest, I plan to help the able-bodied old folks at the Elderly Home start a small business. We can't let them eat and stay for free anymore. If it weren't for so many people eating and drinking for free, Bo Ming wouldn't have had to take some people to that welfare home. It was because of my rotten kindness that Bo Ming died."
"Ten thousand yuan, to start a business?" Song Tianyao frowned. He couldn't think of any business his grandfather could do with ten thousand yuan to make money. The old folks in the Elderly Home were unlikely to do any heavy physical labor.
"Why not open a restaurant? The elderly can help wash dishes and vegetables, and the younger ones can run errands and deliver food. Leftovers can be shared with the poor so they won't go to waste. And as for the customers..." Qi Weiwen had been listening to the grandfather and grandson's conversation without saying a word until Song Chengqi mentioned that he was planning to start a small business, but Song Tianyao couldn't think of any ideas. Only then did she speak up.
She stopped speaking halfway through her sentence and looked at Song Tianyao with a questioning look in her eyes.