"Hmm?" Lou Fengyun was resting her head on Song Tianyao's chest, listening to him reminisce about business, when suddenly he asked her to come and keep him company that night?
Lou Fengyun opened her eyes and looked at Song Tianyao: "Didn't Wanqing just come back with you?"
"She got her period right after we got off the plane in Japan, otherwise why would I have hugged you like I was on aphrodisiacs as soon as we got back?" Song Tianyao said somewhat dejectedly.
Lou Fengyun was stunned for a moment, then her smile spread like ripples across her face, until she couldn't straighten up.
The next day, Song Tianyao drove to Huang Kee Noodle Shop, feeling refreshed. Upon seeing Song Tianyao arrive, Huang Siqun personally ushered Song Tianyao into a private room. His chubby, round face nervously glanced around, then he lowered his voice, as if making a secret meeting with a spy, and said to Song Tianyao:
"A-Yao, I'm an old man, and I really have nothing to say to you. You young man helped everyone open the factory, buy the machines, and train the workers. You did a great job. But your mistake was that you didn't help everyone sell the wigs first, so now you're in a very passive position."
"Uncle Qun, what angers me isn't that you're selling goods to United States, it's that the Tang family didn't even give us a heads-up. Is this how you do business? Are you determined to exclude me?" Song Tianyao put a piece of sweet in his mouth and tasted it, seemingly relaxed, but still angry, as he said to Huang Siqun, "But my anger has subsided now. Yesterday I ate all the India's stockpiles. That damned Tang Boqi, I heard some factories only have less than a month's worth of stock left. Let's see how Tang Boqi helps them solve that problem. In the end, won't he have to obediently beg me to spare some raw materials?"
"150,000 Hong Kong dollars for 50,000 Braids? Tang Boqi already told everyone at dinner last night that you're not following the rules and are deliberately driving up the price of raw materials." Huang Siqun leaned on the table and said to Song Tianyao, "A-Yao, you're only buying hair for three Hong Kong dollars a piece this time, will you buy it for five next time? Don't do this, your money is hard-earned, why waste it on arguing with the Tang family?"
"Uncle Qun, besides the Tang family, including you, the Chiu Chow Chamber of Commerce has three other factories that make counterfeit goods. Will you and the other two factories help me? I have no interest in the United States market, but I want to get my woman into the position of president of the industry association. I only told you this because I think you and I get along well. The Tang family is now going against me and trying to take my position, so I have to go and have a go with them." Song Tianyao swallowed the dessert in his mouth and looked at Huang Siqun.
Huang Siqun hesitated and said, "Woman? A-Yao, you do it yourself, everyone will be convinced, after all, there's a favor involved. But a woman? Wouldn't that be...? If you want to pamper a woman, just buy her some gold jewelry and clothes?"
"If I can help Mr. Chu secure the position of president of the Pharmaceutical Association and wear the Justice of the Justice of the Peace brooch, I can definitely help me get my woman into the position of Wig Manufacturing Industry Association Chairman." Song Tianyao said confidently to Huang Siqun, "Uncle Qun, you and the other two factories all have four sets of equipment, and you get more orders than factories with two or three sets of equipment. As long as you help me deliberately breach the contract and cause Tang Boqi's company to be sued by the United States for breach of contract, he will immediately collapse. Even if the whole family sells, they can't afford to pay the breach of contract penalty."
"We've also signed contracts with the Tang family's company. If we don't deliver on time, we'll have to compensate them for their losses." Huang Siqun's expression changed; she hadn't expected Song Tianyao to say such vicious words.
Song Tianyao scooped up a piece of tangbushuai (a type of sweet dumpling) with a spoon and put it in his mouth. After savoring the taste for a while, he laughed and said, "Uncle Qun, we hit it off immediately. I was just about to tell you what I was about to say. I'll pay the breach of contract penalties for the three of you. Don't worry, the contract in the United States will definitely be signed between Tang Boqi's Jimei Company and the other party. When the United States sues him, it will be in the United States, while he will sue you in Hong Kong. There's a long time difference involved. Will he have the energy to sue the three of you after he's sued there? Even if he really can manage, at worst..." I've already prepared the penalty for breach of contract to pay him, okay? He's representing ten factories in business with the United States, the order amount is huge, and the penalty for breach of contract is astronomical. United States value contracts very much, so even if I add up the penalty for breach of contract for the three of you factories to the maximum, it's only 30% of the penalty for breach of contract on the United States side. I can afford that amount, but even if he gets that penalty, it won't be enough to pay the penalty on the United States side. He's doomed. Then I'll take over the United States business he left behind and lead everyone to continue making money. That's why I asked, Uncle Qun, will you help me?"
Huang Siqun wiped the sweat that had appeared on her forehead, swallowed hard, and looked at Song Tianyao: "Let me think about it carefully, let me think about it carefully."
Last night at dinner, Tang Boqi told them that if Song Tianyao made a move, he, Tang Boqi, would accept it. He never expected Song Tianyao to come up with such a vicious plan today, even asking Huang Siqun to act as the murder weapon.
Does being an obese noodle shop owner really make him an idiot?
Song Tianyao really can't see the situation clearly. Is he making a move against the Kimei International Trading Company, which controls the resources of ten factories?
Chapter 273 News
"You should consider getting a new yacht, Director Shi." Song Tianyao said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, as he stood on the dock of the Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club on Gillette Island, looking at Shek Chi-yik, who was standing in front of the berth, tenderly stroking the hull of a wooden sailboat.
Shek Chi-yik was dressed in sportswear today, and his expression was very relaxed. It seemed that being able to personally drive a yacht around the sea on the weekend was one of the happiest things in his life.
"Replace it? No, I know it might look a bit outdated, like a useless old thing." Hearing Song Tianyao suggest replacing the yacht, Shek Chi-yik, still with one hand on the hull, turned slightly to look at Song Tianyao: "This is a classic retro model produced by Britain Plymouth Limited in 1942. I spent a lot of time getting it to Hong Kong from a kind seller in Australia who was willing to sell it. This classic model is very rare. I replaced many parts, but perfectly preserved its retro shape. On the surface, it looks like a wooden steam sailboat, but in reality, it's a wooden motor sailboat that's no less powerful than other modern yachts. Many members of the Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club are drooling over it and want to collect it, but I've refused them all. So, replacing it is impossible for me, but I can consider buying another one."