Huang Liu didn't seem to notice. When he saw the two men, although he still maintained a stern face and acted like a professional bodyguard, he couldn't help but smile and waved to the people on the boat.
"We don't need a big boss like you to come pick us up personally, do we?" Song Tianyao walked out of the dock, trying to ignore Huang Liu standing next to Ho Hung-sang, and said to Ho Hung-sang with a smile.
Ho Hung-sang shook hands with Song Tianyao: "What am I compared to them? Although Mr. He had already stated that he didn't plan to hold a banquet, everyone in Macau, big and small, was eager to attend. Don't even mention me pretending to be a driver to pick up guests; even the vice president of the Macau Chamber of Commerce is now just helping the Fifth Madam as a guest host. If he hadn't known that you two had come all the way from Hong Kong, Mr. He. He wouldn't have met you. That's why he asked me to take you to the Green Island Squatter Area to see him. He's busy helping the residents of the Green Island Squatter Area."
"Isn't this Fifth Madam's birthday celebration?" Lei Yingdong glanced at his subordinate carrying a large briefcase and Nine-Tattooed Dragon holding a wooden box behind him. "We brought gifts specifically for this occasion."
"The Fifth Madam's birthday celebration was originally just Mr. He. Mr. He casually mentioned. Knowing Fifth Madam enjoyed opera, he sent word to renowned Cantonese opera artists in Guangdong, Hong Kong, and Macau. Who knew that once the news got out, it would turn into this? Everyone's using the Fifth Madam's birthday as an excuse to try and curry favor with Mr. He. He. So Mr. He simply decided not to show his face and instead go to the Green Island Squatter Area to help the poor. The gifts can be given to Mr. He." Ho Hung-sang finished speaking and pointed to two cars parked in the distance, "Let's go, get in."
Following behind Ho Hung-sang, as Song Tianyao brushed past Huang Liu, he turned his head to look at the scoundrel, forced a smile, and said in a low voice, "Brother Six, you're something else."
"After we meet Mr. He, I'll show you around Macau." Huang Liu turned around expressionlessly and walked side by side with Song Tianyao toward the car, lowering his voice as he spoke.
Song Tianyao's lips twitched twice. "Only a fool would believe you. I'll return to Hong Kong after meeting Mr. He, no need for Brother Six's concern."
After getting into two cars, Song Tianyao and Nine-Tattooed Dragon chose Ho Hung-sang's car, while Lei Yingdong and his men rode in Huang Liu's car. The two cars headed towards Green Island.
Green Island is a slum in Macau. Looking up, all you can see are rows of low, narrow wooden and tin-roofed houses. The car was constantly bumping along the uneven dirt road.
Song Tianyao, however, maintained his habit of reading the newspaper daily, subscribing to all the well-known newspapers in Hong Kong and Macau. So, at this moment, he asked Ho Hung-sang was sitting in the driver's seat, about the news from Green Island:
"Didn't the newspapers say that the Portuguese Macau Government in Macau believed the Squatter Area in Green Island were affecting the city's appearance and ordered their demolition, relocating all the residents of Green Island and building new houses in designated areas for them to live in? How come there are still so many wooden huts here?"
"The people in the Portuguese Macau Government are Foreign Devil, Foreign Devil say is naturally nonsense. Can you believe nonsense? They are indeed planning to demolish this Squatter Area, but the Portuguese Macau Government is not going to pay for the people here to build new houses. They just set aside a piece of land and require the residents to build the same houses to maintain aesthetics and uniformity. Think about it, if the people here had the money to build houses, why would they still live in wooden houses? Moreover, the land set aside by the government averages only six square meters per family. Six square meters is not even the size of the cages used to keep dogs in the dog racing track. How can people live there?" Ho Hung-sang said after swerving around a puddle on the road.
"So, Mr. He, are you speaking on behalf of the Portuguese Macau Government in Macau, or on behalf of the people here?" Song Tianyao turned his head to look at the bleak and harsh environment outside the car window and asked.
Ho Hung-sang slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to Song Tianyao, saying, "Mr. He is a representative of the Chinese community in Macau, so of course he's helping the poor. A few days ago, he brought the Foreign Devil director of the Macau Public Works Bureau, Bista, directly here. The Portugal only know that this place is a slum, and its existence has always been bad for Portugal's international image, but they don't know just how poor these people are. If it were anyone else, Bista wouldn't have given them any face, but since Mr. He spoke up, he reluctantly put on his suit and leather shoes and came here obediently. After seeing it, he didn't dare to mention forcing the poor to relocate anymore. We're here, this is it. The village office for the shantytown is just ahead. Mr. He is talking to the residents of Green Island inside."
Huang Liu then drove up with his two men, Nine-Tattooed Dragon and Lei Yingdong, and the group headed towards a large house made of corrugated iron in the middle of the street.
Outside the main building stood two young men in sharp suits and round-framed sunglasses. Huang Liu quickly took a few steps forward and spoke to them first, "Mr. He's guest, no problem."
"I know. One is Mr. Lei. Lei, the Hong Kong 'Lei Danzi' I've met a few times before, and the other should be the scoundrel Mr. Song. Song you mentioned." One of the cold-looking young men said calmly to Huang Liu.
"Damn Song?" Song Tianyao's ears perked up immediately, and he glared at Huang Liu in front of him. This bastard had been calling him "Damn Song" all along in Macau.
If this weren't Macau, and it were Hong Kong, Song Tianyao would definitely buy two roast geese for Nine-Tattooed Dragon to eat, then teach Huang Liu a lesson, or simply call in some tough guys like Rotten-Life Ju and Gao Lao Cheng to gang up on this bastard.
"Nickname, nickname." Huang Liu's carefully constructed serious expression crumbled when his two companions called him by his nickname for Song Tianyao. Turning to look at Song Tianyao's darkening face, he managed a forced smile, "Nickname, I usually call my friends 'Puji' (a derogatory term for a loser). Go inside and see Mr. He."
As he spoke, the man went into the tin shack first, followed by Song Tianyao and the others. As soon as they entered, they smelled a foul stench of sweat and smoke. Twenty or thirty poor people in tattered clothes were gathered together, seemingly oblivious to the newcomers, their attention focused on the man standing in the center of the tin shack.
The middle-aged man sitting in the center at a wooden table was wearing a black Zhongshan and gold-rimmed glasses. He was rather short, but what was most striking about him was his high-bridged nose with wide nostrils and eyebrows that seemed to slant over his eyes. Even though he was surrounded by people and had a warm and friendly smile, he still exuded an air of authority without being angry.