Some people secretly felt sorry for Song Tianyao, since Song Tianyao was the one who first paved the way for making money in the wig industry in Hong Kong, but these ten factories benefited from it all.
Just as the industry conference was about to end, and everyone was waiting for the lunch banquet to begin so they could all get drunk together, Song Tianyao's voice rang out from outside the door:
"Bosses, is there someone missing when you established this association?"
As he spoke, Song Tianyao, wearing only a loose shirt with the collar open, thick padding on his right shoulder, and a trench coat over it, walked in from outside the Qilin Pavilion with Lou Fengyun and Huang Liu.
"Song Tianyao?"
Why is Song Tianyao here?
Tang Wenbao's expression changed. He had made a special call to Song Tianyao's factory half an hour before the association's founding ceremony, thinking that if Lou Fengyun rushed to attend, it would be of no use, and Song Tianyao was far away in Macau and unable to attend.
Unexpectedly, the association had already been established, Song Tianyao actually rushed back from Macau. Unfortunately, the association had already been established, and Song Tianyao's appearance at this time was just a convenient opportunity to establish Tang Wenbao's authority in the industry.
Thinking of this, Tang Wenbao stood up, his face turning somewhat grim despite his smile, "A-Yao? We called your factory a long time ago, everyone has been waiting for you for a long time, why are you only arriving now? Since you have no interest in sitting with everyone, why say those things again?"
"What's the use of saying all that hypocritical stuff? If you hadn't known I was shot in Macau yesterday, would you have been in such a hurry to start this damn association?" Song Tianyao looked arrogantly at the twenty or thirty people in the Qilin Pavilion: "I taught you how to do business. I haven't even started an association yet. If I didn't teach you, would you understand? Be careful not to ruin it."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Tang Wenbao's face darkened with anger at Song Tianyao's words. "Most of the people here are your uncles and elders! Even if we're strangers, shouldn't we at least show some manners?"
"Of course I'll talk, uncles and elders. I'm just being polite, so let my woman handle the wig business first. Once I'm healed, I'll slowly play with you all." Song Tianyao said to Tang Wenbao with a fierce and provocative look in his eyes.
After saying that, he glanced at the nine factories in front of the table. "I'll wait for you to call and beg me. Following the short-sighted Tang family is a recipe for disaster; the ship will sink sooner or later. I have no interest in standing here watching you soak in the sea. I'm leaving!"
After saying that, Song Tianyao turned and walked out of the Qilin Pavilion, leaving with Lou Fengyun and Huang Liu, seemingly just to say a few polite words to make up for his resentment at not being summoned to participate in the founding of the association.
Tang Wenbao took a deep breath, placed his hands on the long table, and addressed the people seated on either side:
"Song Tianyao previously violated industry rules and inflated raw material prices. I have now decided that the association will contact the India suppliers and demand that they stop supplying Song Tianyao's factory until Song Tianyao corrects his attitude. Who agrees? Who disagrees? Let's vote by raising hands."
After speaking, Tang Wenbao raised his left hand first, looking at the other nine factory owners.
This domineering display caused everyone in the room to lower their heads in thought. Then, Song Tianyao turned back from outside the door and chuckled, instantly dispelling Tang Wenbao's arrogant expression.
"Cut off my supplies? A vote by show of hands? Go to hell! I'll remember who raised their hand, and when they beg me for help in the future, they'll use that hand to slap themselves in the face right in front of me."
Chapter 288 Attracting Bees and Butterflies -Tang Boqi
Soon, news that Song Tianyao had lost his temper and swore in public after being angered by the initiative of other wig factory owners to establish an industry association began to spread in a small circle.
So much so that no one paid attention to the news that Angie Perry had hurriedly flown back to Hong Kong from the United States, stayed for two days, and then left again.
When Tang Boqi returned to Hong Kong again, in addition to bringing back more than two million Hong Kong dollars in sales revenue from ten wig factories in Hong Kong, which was handled by Kimei International Trading Company in the first month, he also brought back additional orders worth a total of 800,000 US dollars for two quarters.
When Tang Boqi returned to Hong Kong, he discovered that his uncle had become the Wig Manufacturing Industry Association Chairman. He wasn't angry. Tang Boqi had a clear understanding of his uncle and cousin's behavior; they were too narrow-minded. To put it bluntly, this father and son were not ambitious. Immediate profits and some false status could make them lose their way. They were originally just small businessmen who pressed sesame oil. Seeing an opportunity to seize the top spot in the industry, it's no exaggeration to say that they made such a foolish move.
Tang Boqi could easily reclaim the position of industry association president, thanks to the orders provided by Kimei International Trading Company to ten factories, and even more in the future.
Instead, it was the news of Song Tianyao's outburst that made Tang Boqi frown. It was ridiculous for Song Tianyao to lose his temper over something like this. Moreover, the last time Tang Boqi went to the United States to secure orders, Song Tianyao happened to be in Japan. And now, with ten factories forming an industry association, he just happened to run into trouble in Macau. It felt like fate was deliberately separating him from those ten factories. Wasn't it a bit too much of a coincidence?
But if both coincidences were orchestrated by Song Tianyao himself, wouldn't it be incredibly believable to shoot himself in the face?
Whether it was subconsciously driven or not, Tang Boqi sat at his desk and casually flipped through a Hong Kong stock market document that a stockbroker had previously given him. He had previously suspected that it was unlikely that Song Tianyao would leave so much cash in the bank to rot. And now that the Hong Kong stock market was in a continuous slump, based on Song Tianyao's attitude towards stocks during their previous casual conversations, it was very likely that he would be eyeing a certain stock at this time and preparing to buy at the bottom.
He meticulously analyzed almost all established stocks that Tang Boqi believed would see a significant rebound after the war or with any slightly favorable news. He even considered stocks Hutchison Whampoa Dairy Farm, Wheelock & Co., and Rubber Trust, which, while not appearing particularly outstanding, were companies with substantial assets. Yet, he still Headless what to do.
The environment of the Hong Kong stock market is completely different from that of Wall Street. On Wall Street, a few million US dollars thrown into the stock market might not even cause a ripple. But now the Hong Kong stock market is almost at a standstill. Last year and the year before, the total turnover was less than Hong Kong dollars 100 million. A few million Hong Kong dollars flowing into the stock market is definitely not a small amount. If you want to find out, there will definitely be clues.