Hong Lai-sau glanced down at the briefcase on the table. "Is all that stock data in here what A-Yao uses to make money?"
Luo Zhuankun nodded slightly. "Don't worry, it won't affect your image in the newspaper industry, nor will it ruin this newspaper. It will only make this newspaper known to more people. Also, every time I send stock reviews and indices, I go through the formalities with the accountant in charge of the newspaper's finances. Just consider it as the newspaper receiving an advertisement. Even if someone investigates, there are accounting records to show them. It's not illegal for a newspaper to publish stock advertisements."
"Would you like to stay for a drink?" Hong Lai-sau asked Luo Zhuankun after a moment of silence.
The thin Luo Zhuankun smiled at Hong Lai-sau, "No need, thank you. I hope you can print an extra copy tonight and put it in those Shanghai people neighborhoods and finance companies tomorrow morning."
Hong Lai-sau picked up the remaining wine and drank it all in one gulp, then casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm not a pedantic person. Of course, a boss has to make money. It's just that I don't understand what you guys are doing. I agreed to help A-Yao, but it seems I agreed too early. I should have waited until he made a lot of money and wanted to seriously work on the newspaper before getting to know him. But it's too late to say that now. Since I've agreed to work my ass off, I have to see it through to the end. I'll start typesetting right away and then personally deliver it to the printing factory tonight to finish it."
"Thank you for your hard work, President Kang. I'll take my leave now." Luo Zhuankun left his briefcase and turned to walk out.
Hong Lai-sau looked down at the half-eaten meat and wine and said with regret, "Aren't you sure you want to eat a few more pieces of fish? Didn't you say it was very fresh?"
"There's something even more delicious than fish waiting for me." Luo Zhuankun's voice rang out, but he had already disappeared outside the door.
Hong Lai-sau muttered to himself, "Something more delicious than fish? Could it be that ugly man Luo Zhuankun is planning to hire prostitutes? It's quite pathetic, looking like that, he has to resort to prostitutes to solve his physical needs."
Chapter 320 Tools Do Not Need Thought
"That old guy is a formidable opponent." Huang Liu, sitting in the driver's seat with both hands gripping the steering Wen Jingyuan, watched Wen Ngau Tau Shan figure as he walked towards Lin Yujing to inform Song Tianyao of his arrival, and spoke confidently to Song Tianyao in the back seat.
Song Tianyao tossed his half-smoked cigarette butt out the car window and said with a smile, "Brother Six, is it true that martial arts masters can tell each other's skill level with just a glance?"
"This old guy always walks with his feet and knees slightly turned inward, and judging from under his long robe, he probably has more than two knives hidden at his waist, but I can't see if he's hiding a gun either." Huang Liu sized up Wen Jingyuan's back and explained to Song Tianyao, "Of course, it's impossible to tell someone's skill level at a glance, but if you've practiced martial arts yourself, it's easy to notice some details and become more vigilant."
"My third aunt told me that he was one of Lin Xizhen's most capable henchmen when he was trafficking opium. These kinds of people who live on the edge are becoming increasingly rare; the Lin Family probably doesn't have many left," Song Tianyao said, rubbing his temples. "This afternoon, Lu Rongfang returned to my office when I called. Didn't you stop him?"
"He told me he forgot his cigarettes in your office, boss. I did see his pockets bulge before he went into your office, but they were flat when he left, so I believed him." Huang Liu glanced at Song Tianyao's face in the rearview mirror. "He won't do it again."
"It's alright, it's just that so many people have been popping up lately, which makes me a little uncomfortable. My uncle, whom I haven't seen for ten years, Zhang Yuqi's female secretary are appearing in front of me like they're in a movie. I hope Lu Rongkang really just received an anonymous message fabricated by Luo Zhuankun and came knocking on my door to try and earn some pocket money."
Not long after, Wen Jingyuan returned along the same route, his face expressionless. He walked to Huang Liu's car window, stared at Huang Liu for a moment, then glanced at Song Tianyao before slowly saying, "Miss said you can go up."
"Thank you." Huang Liu started the car and drove up the road.
When the car arrived at Lin Yujing's residence, the maid Sister Xiang, was standing outside with Feng Yunzhi.
When Huang Liu got out of the car and helped Song Tianyao take out the groceries and supplements he had brought from the trunk, Song Tianyao had already opened the car door and gotten out himself. He reached out and tugged at Feng Yunzhi's cheek, who was running over with a big smile, "You seem to have gained some weight. Eat less meat, or you'll be too fat to get married."
"None of your business." Feng Yunzhi was angrily slapped Song Tianyao's hand as Song Tianyao pulled her face and said that she was fat as soon as they met.
Song Tianyao and Feng Yunzhi walked into the two-story building. "Where is Third Aunt?"
"I just drank some Chinese medicine and am going to the Buddhist hall to copy scriptures." When Song Tianyao asked about his mother, Feng Yunzhi's smile faded.
Song Tianyao was taken aback. "Third Aunt is sick again? Why is she taking medicine?"
As he spoke, he looked at the maid Sister Xiang, and asked with barely suppressed anger, "Sister Xiang, haven't you helped Third Aunt with those tonics I brought every time?"
"It has nothing to do with Sister Xiang; she was just upset by someone," Feng Yunzhi explained on Sister Xiang's behalf.
As Song Tianyao pushed open the door, he asked, "Who angered Third Aunt?"
"Uncle Kang..." Feng Yunzhi had only uttered three words when he saw Lin Yujing standing in the living room, dressed in loose clothes and looking slightly pale. He was so frightened that he swallowed the rest of his words.
Lin Yujing, always calm and gentle, looked at Song Tianyao with a smile in her eyes, but her words still carried a hint of reproach. "It's already evening, A-Yao, why did you decide to come here? This place is too desolate, and there are no gas streetlights. It's not safe to walk back to the city at night."
"It's alright, I'm driving anyway, and I brought a driver, so it doesn't matter if I go back a little later. I came here specifically to have dinner with you, Auntie and Yunzhi. I recently learned two new dishes at Grandpa's restaurant, and I'm going to show off my skills. Auntie, let Sister Xiang help you to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras, and then come down to try my cooking when dinner is served." Song Tianyao smiled at Lin Yujing.
Huang Liu, who was behind him, put the ingredients and supplements he had brought in the corner of the living room and turned to go outside.
As he spoke, Song Tianyao took off his suit jacket and handed it to Sister Xiang to hang up. He then rolled up his shirt sleeves, picked up the fresh ingredients he had brought, and headed towards the kitchen, saying: