When Scribe Hui received Song Tianyao's call, he was preparing to continue harassing Meng Wanqing's father, Meng Chengzhi, that day. When Song Tianyao asked about it on the phone, Scribe Hui only said, "Secretary Song, wait for me, I'll be there soon," and then hurriedly hung up the phone.
More than half an hour later, Scribe Hui, arrived in the Tianming Company's delivery truck. He was dressed in a suit, carrying a small leather briefcase, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly combed. He walked in from outside the office. Judging from his appearance alone, he was definitely Manager Hua from a large company.
Seeing Scribe Hui's attire, Song Tianyao was taking a sip of tea and pausing to write, almost spat his tea onto the documents he was writing. The last time he saw him, he was wearing a long gown, and now he had suddenly changed into a suit. Song Tianyao couldn't immediately change the deep-rooted impression in his mind.
"Secretary Song," Scribe Hui, addressed Song Tianyao by his old name, frantically pulling several contracts from his briefcase—contracts that seemed like hot potatoes to him—and handing them over. "Take a look."
After Song Tianyao took the contract and glanced at it, he looked up at his Scribe Hui, and asked incredulously, "What did you do to deserve these Foreign Devil giving you this kind of formal military uniform contract? Did you help them resell weapons?"
"I helped them sell their surplus military supplies, like Diesel Engines. I publicly declared them as scrap, bought them at scrap prices, and then sold them at a higher price before returning the money to them. I've done this for more than a dozen military camps." The Scribe Hui, always unconsciously nervous in front of Song Tianyao, scratched his face as he spoke.
Song Tianyao's eyes widened, and he said with delight, "Damn it, you've got guts! You dared to sell the military supplies of more than a dozen barracks? Aren't you rich now? There are more than a dozen barracks in Hong Kong. Even if you only make 10,000 Hong Kong dollars per barracks, you can easily make hundreds of thousands in a minute by simply reselling them! You're Big-Time Tycoon now!"
"All the troops combined only number... twenty thousand." The Scribe Hui, timidly held up two fingers and said to Song Tianyao.
Upon hearing the number, Song Tianyao choked on his saliva and coughed violently. Lou Fengyun patted his back to help him catch his breath. He looked at his Scribe Hui, with despair. "Damn it, are you stupid...? I... you... no wonder the Foreign Devil gave you such a big contract. You only made a tiny bit of the business you should have earned? Did they give you the military uniform business for free? Of course, they had to bribe those Foreign Devil officers. Damn it, how can legitimate business like this make as much profit as selling military supplies? Enough to feed those Foreign Devil whose mouths you've spoiled? Only 20,000... no wonder Lei Yingdong told me yesterday on the beach that he'd encountered an idiot who was selling Diesel Engines at cabbage prices. He bought them and resold them in Macau, easily making a 30% profit. I think the idiot he was talking about is you, the cash cow in the eyes of the Foreign Devil officers, and the money-giving boy in the eyes of all the buyers."
"Don't be angry. Ah Hui has always been honest and obedient. You know that. He doesn't know anything about business. You taught him how to do it. Now he's a manager. It's all thanks to you..." Lou Fengyun gently patted Song Tianyao's back and spoke in a comforting tone.
Scribe Hui was considered one of her confidants. Lou Fengyun was naturally pleased that Song Tianyao valued him and sent him out to do things. Song Tianyao reprimanding Scribe Hui in front of her was also a way of showing their intimacy. However, Scribe Hui was now the boss of Tianming Company and was no longer the clumsy follower who wore a coarse cloth robe. She wanted to advise Song Tianyao not to use foul language on him anymore, so as not to make Scribe Hui feel resentful.
Song Tianyao glared at Scribe Hui standing with his head bowed in front of him. He also felt that Lou Fengyun's words made sense. This guy was no longer a scoundrel from Fuyixing, but a well-dressed company manager. He had to start saving face for him. So he waved his hand at him, tossed him a cigarette, and tried to keep his tone steady as he asked, "Sit down. Wanqing came to see me and said you're planning to cooperate with her Dad? What made you think of that?"
Scribe Hui, secretly glanced at Song Tianyao: "I'm afraid I can't do it. What if I can't make the military uniforms and get sued? Big Brother, you won't help me, so I thought I'd drag Miss Wanqing's Dad into this. Mr. Song can't just watch Miss Wanqing's father-in-law get sued too..."
"I'll tell your mother!" Song Tianyao threw the cigarette pack at the Scribe Hui's face, then turned to Lou Fengyun: "You think this good-for-nothing Zhong is honest and obedient? Do you think he'd know how to be careful and not make me angry? This guy actually tried to screw over Wanqing's Dad... Good-for-nothing, he shouldn't have been sent out to work. He should have stayed by my side and been constantly scolded..."
"Secretary Song, let me come back to your side and run errands. I've wanted to come back for a long time. Working outside is exhausting." Hearing Song Tianyao scold him and tell him to come back and continue running errands, the Scribe Hui immediately perked up, his face beaming and his eyebrows dancing as he quickly replied.
Song Tianyao glared fiercely at the Scribe Hui and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you wish! Staying by my side will only make me angrier!"
Chapter 256 Waiting to Meet Again? Meet your mother's head!
Although Scribe Hui said he would rather be scolded by Song Tianyao than not come back to run errands for Song Tianyao, he had already listed out the expenses for building the garment factory in his briefcase. The main reason he even considered dragging Meng Wanqing's father Meng Chengzhi, into the mess was that Tianming Company didn't have much money on its books.
It has been half a year since Scribe Hui first delivered vegetables to the barracks. Tianming Company's profit on paper is less than Hong Kong dollars 60,000. Hong Kong dollars 60,000 is an astronomical figure for many poor people. However, it is obviously not enough to open a garment factory with Hong Kong dollars 60,000. Scribe Hui's ultimate goal is to get Song Tianyao to come up with the money. If Song Tianyao does not come up with the money, he will Meng Chengzhi on board.
Finally, Song Tianyao called Michael Sandberg, a client manager at HSBC, and sent his Scribe Hui, to borrow Hong Kong dollars 200,000. Scribe Hui didn't understand why Song Tianyao, whose wig factory had money, would need to borrow from the bank, since the factory would be seized immediately if the loan couldn't be repaid. However, Song Tianyao's tone was firm, and Scribe Hui didn't dare to argue. He repeatedly confirmed with Song Tianyao that the interest rate was only 6%, and only after receiving Song Tianyao's assurance did he leave anxiously. Before leaving, he even called Meng Wanqing's Dad, Meng Chengzhi, to arrange a meeting at HSBC.