Tang Jingyuan stared blankly at his cousin. "So you mean..."
"In other words, if Song Tianyao is willing, your factory might not be able to buy cheap machines even a year from now." Tang Boqi rubbed his face vigorously, trying to soften his voice. "Back then, you called United States and told me that this guy named Song Tianyao was a very capable fellow, but now, I've always taken him very seriously. Why do you think you can treat him like an idiot? Are you blinded by your own involvement?"
After saying that, Tang Boqi grabbed his coat and walked out. Tang Jingyuan turned around and looked at Tang Boqi: "Brother Qi, where are you going?"
Without turning his head, Tang Boqi said, "Where else can we go? We need to see Song Tianyao, explain the whole situation, and salvage the opportunity!"
Although Tang Boqi is China person, he was born and raised in the United States and has United States way of doing things. Unlike China businessmen such as Tang Jingyuan and Tang Wenbao, he does not like to get things done indirectly.
Instead, when faced with a problem, even if Song Tianyao is a competitor in the same industry, he will have the courage and magnanimity to visit him and ask questions. If he does not get an answer, he will then think of other methods.
When he drove to Song Tianyao's factory, he saw Song Tianyao with Lou Fengyun and three beautiful young women preparing to drive away. The car had already started and was about to drive onto the street when Tang Boqi immediately placed his champagne-colored Chevrolet Fleetline sedan in front of Song Tianyao's black Ford 49, blocking his way.
Song Tianyao opened the car door from the driver's seat and got out. Tang Boqi also got out of his car and stood in front of Song Tianyao, looking at him.
"Your car has a nice color. I heard that only ten of these new cars were shipped from Hong Kong, costing Hong Kong dollars 94,000 each, or US dollars 3,000 each. Did you drive it back from the United States to Hong Kong?" Song Tianyao said with a smile, glancing at the Chevrolet behind Tang Boqi.
Tang Boqi took a deep breath, ignoring Song Tianyao's teasing. "Is there any room for negotiation? If I told you I knew absolutely nothing about what Ah Yuan and his son did, would you believe me?"
"Letter." Song Tianyao flicked his cigarette ash and tightened his trench coat. "Could we get a ride in one of the new cars? There are five people in my car, including me, it's very cramped."
"Get in the car." Tang Boqi walked to the passenger side and opened the door for Song Tianyao. "I'll give you a ride."
"It's not for me, Sister Yun. Let Xinniang and the other two ride in Mr. Tang's car, and then have Mr. Tang's car follow behind ours," Song Tianyao said, turning around to Lou Fengyun in the passenger seat.
Soon, the three girls, Fu Xinniang, Shu Yan, Shi Yin, held hands and obediently got into Tang Boqi's car. Shu Yan and Shi Yin sat in the back seat, while Fu Xinniang sat in the passenger seat. Having only ever seen black cars before, they were very curious about Tang Boqi's champagne-colored car. Before getting in the car, they politely bowed to Tang Boqi to thank him.
"You took four women out with you, where are you going?" Tang Boqi couldn't help but ask as he watched Song Tianyao prepare to drive back to his Ford.
Song Tianyao smiled at Tang Boqi and said, "Don't you know? Huang Kee Noodle Shop in Causeway Bay is having a big sale today! A bowl of pork wonton noodles that usually costs eight cents is only fifty cents today, and they even give you a steamed egg for free. For an extra ten cents, they'll also give you a bowl of mistletoe egg tea, which is good for your kidneys."
"You brought four women to tonify your kidneys?" Tang Boqi could tell from Song Tianyao's smile that he was joking.
But when Song Tianyao drove ahead and he followed behind, he discovered that Song Tianyao was indeed driving towards Causeway Bay, and eventually stopped in front of a noodle shop with a Huang Kee sign.
"Are you really here for wonton noodles?" Tang Boqi looked around the noodle shop and asked Song Tianyao, who was calling four women towards the shop.
Song Tianyao lowered his head and lit a cigarette. "Of course I'll take advantage of a good deal. This noodle shop's mulberry mistletoe egg tea is the most authentic, and it's famous for its kidney-tonifying effects."
It wasn't lunchtime yet, and there weren't many customers at the noodle shop. Four beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, entered the main hall and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Before the waiter could even come over to greet him, a chubby, middle-aged man with a round face and clothes still covered in flour came out from behind the noodle shop and greeted Song Tianyao warmly.
"A-Yao, you're here? You really kept your word. We'll talk on the second floor, we'll talk on the second floor."
"I heard Uncle Qun, your noodle shop is having a big sale, so I brought some people here to take advantage of the discounts," Song Tianyao said with a smile to the middle-aged fat man.
The middle-aged fat man patted his chest forcefully, making his fat jiggle a few times. "Eat as much as you want. Even if you brought all the workers from your factory to my noodle shop, I guarantee they could all fit and be fed to their hearts' content."
His patting of his chest and the way his fat jiggled made the three little girls cover their mouths and laugh.
Once they reached a private room on the second floor, the middle-aged fat man first called over a waiter to serve them desserts and snacks. Then he hurried downstairs to personally help them make wontons using a bamboo pole, so that Song Tianyao could taste his cooking skills.
After the middle-aged fat man left, Tang Boqi asked, "Who was that?"
"Isn't Huang Siqun, the boss of the Chiu Chow Chamber of Commerce who's also planning to get into the fake hair business, quite inconspicuous?" Song Tianyao said to Tang Boqi.
Tang Boqi nodded. "If you hadn't told me, I would have thought he was a chef."
"Hong Kong is such a small city, yet he opened seven branches, and all seven shops are thriving. Over the years, his net worth has reached one or two million, but he still personally cooks noodles every day," Song Tianyao said to Tang Boqi. "He has three sons and two daughters, who have been spoiled since childhood and are used to wealth. They don't want to inherit his noodle-making skills, so he plans to open a wig factory for his children so they can learn to do a business that doesn't require so much hard work."
"A business that's not so strenuous?" Tang Boqi looked at Song Tianyao, then down at himself. "If there really is one, I'd like to learn how to do it too."
"I've thought of one for you," Song Tianyao said to Tang Boqi earnestly.
That serious expression made Tang Boqi turn serious and look at Song Tianyao.
"You're handsome enough to open a male Brothel, be the boss and work as a doorman. With your looks, you'd definitely attract a lot of rich women."