"A-Yao wants to buy land, and there are many people willing to sell. He doesn't necessarily have to go to the Lin Family, who are unwilling to sell," Qi Weiwen said from the side.
Song Chengqi asked again, "So, A-Yao deliberately went against the Lin Family?"
"Yes."
"At least his third uncle didn't spoil him for nothing." After saying Song Chengqi continued washing the dishes without saying another word.
Qi Weiwen paused for a moment, then picked up the stack of washed dishes and walked into the restaurant. Had his third uncle's doting on him been for nothing? If Song Tianyao appreciated the kindness of his third uncle and aunt, he should have considered his aunt's feelings. Even if he was determined to deal with the Lin Family, he should have consulted Lin Yujing, instead of settling her in the hospital without any consideration.
So his third uncle didn't spoil him for nothing?
Didn't they mention his third aunt?
Qi Weiwen turned his head to look at Song Chengqi's back as he continued washing dishes in the back alley. What does this sentence mean?
Song Tianyao with the Lin Family isn't solely due to Lin Yujing and personal gain; is there another reason?
Lou Fengyun sat in Song Tianyao's office at the factory, feeling somewhat agitated. She had called Tianming Company, owned by Scribe Hui, four times, but each time Scribe Hui Helen's secretary, Helen, answered the phone, saying that Mr. Gao was currently unavailable to answer and that she would relay his message when he had time.
Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. As the proprietress of Scribe Hui, Lou Fengyun knew Scribe Hui all too well. In the past, when they lived on Tai Wo Street, if Scribe Hui had dinner and she had no tasks for him, he would definitely go back to his room and fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and sleep soundly until dawn.
What could he possibly be busy with that's still going on? Has spending so much time with Song Tianyao made him think of himself as Song Tianyao?
And the secretary hasn't left work by 8 o'clock? That Scribe Hui lives at Tianming Company, does that mean the Scribe Hui lives with him?
Speaking of which, Scribe Hui seems to be quite old and should have gotten married long ago. However, when he was working with me at the Gambling den, Scribe Hui was just a poor guy. After working for Song Tianyao, he was always busy. In addition, his parents died early, and no one helped him with these things. It's hard to say whether he developed a relationship with his secretary because he had a female secretary by his side and they were always together.
Lou Fengyun wanted to ask Scribe Hui if Tianming Company had any cash to support Song Tianyao. Lou Fengyun didn't know what Song Tianyao was doing, but Lei Yingdong had someone deliver a large bag of cash to the factory, a full three million. The person said that this money was lent to Song Tianyao by Brother Danzi. Even if Song Tianyao had to borrow money from a friend like Lei Yingdong, Lou Fengyun knew that Song Tianyao needed money. So Lou Fengyun thought of Scribe Hui. It didn't matter how much money it was, as long as she could get some money from Tianming Company, which Scribe Hui managed, it would be better than borrowing money from a bank or a friend, which would have interest or repayment dates.
That's why Lou Fengyun called Scribe Hui.
Lou Fengyun waited until 8:40, but Lou Fengyun Scribe Hui still hadn't returned the call. This made Scribe Hui was probably already fast asleep with his female secretary. Had he forgotten his place since he hadn't been disciplined by her or Song Tianyao for so long?
Just as I was thinking of taking some time tomorrow to visit Scribe Hui at Tianming Company and give him a heads-up, the phone finally rang.
Lou Fengyun reached out and answered the phone. On the other end, Scribe Hui's voice sounded weak and listless, "Hello? Sister Yun, you just called to find me?"
Lou Fengyun was certain from that tone of voice that Scribe Hui must have been indulging in excessive sexual activity lately...
Damn it, I asked you to help manage the business, and you're messing around with your secretary?
"Ah Hui, you're very busy, aren't you? Well, how much cash can Tianming Company withdraw right now?" Lou Fengyun took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. Scribe Hui is now a boss, and his secretary might still be by his side. She had to save face for him and couldn't go up and scold him.
Scribe Hui hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, then asked, "I am a bit busy. I just got back to Hong Kong this afternoon and am about to head out again. What's wrong, Sister Yun? Do you need some money?"
"Yes, A-Yao needs money recently, so much so that he's prepared to mortgage the factory to the bank. That's why I'm calling you to ask if you can temporarily transfer some money to the factory's account," Lou Fengyun said.
"Such a huge mess? A factory mortgage? But Tianming Company doesn't have any cash on hand right now, Sister Yun. I'll figure something out in a while, at the latest within a month. We really can't come up with the money right now. That's all, I'm in a hurry to get to the airport. I'll see Mr. Song and you, Sister Yun, when I get back. The plane won't wait for me." With that, Scribe Hui hung up the phone.
Lou Fengyun held the busy signal on the phone, somewhat incredulous.
I suddenly decided to borrow money from Tianming Company. My Scribe Hui said it was forgivable that he didn't have the money, and it was unlikely that he would lie about the accounts. However, despite his voice sounding like someone who had indulged in excessive pleasure, he dared to say that he was in a hurry to go to the airport to catch a flight, and most likely because he felt guilty, he actually hung up on me?
Is this some kind of rebellion?
Chapter 336 I Want to Do Good Deeds
Lin Xiyuan held a bowl of Jaat Jaa and used a silver spoon to slowly bring it to his mouth. In his youth, he had made bold pronouncements at the dinner table, indulging in lavish meals and drinking without restraint. But now that he was older, he didn't have as much to say, and the meat and alcohol were too greasy. Instead, he developed an interest in some sweets that he used to be too lazy to touch. Back when he was doing opium business with his second brother, Lin Xizhen, he would never have eaten such cheap street sweets common in Macau. But now, if he didn't have a bowl of them every day, he always felt that his mouth was tasteless.
Lin Xiyuan slowly finished the bowl of dessert, and after the maid beside him carefully wiped his mouth, he said to Jiang Mingcong, who had been sitting beside him patiently for more than ten minutes, waiting for him to finish eating:
"A-Cong, A He from Hong Kong called and said he's not planning to let another young man from Hong Kong go back. He asked me, his sixth uncle, to help find a piece of land in Macau so that the young man can live Macau permanently. Has that young man been found yet?"
"After you gave the order, I already arranged for people to keep an eye out at various docks. Macau is only so big; finding a stranger is a piece of cake. Yesterday evening at South Bay Pier, someone saw two people get off a cargo ship. The follower looked like one of He Xian's bodyguards. Judging from his appearance, that young man should be the person you wanted, Uncle Liu. He was taken to the New Asia Hotel by He Xian's bodyguards." Jiang Mingcong saw Lin Xiyuan's finger twitch, immediately handed him a cigarette, lit it for him, and spoke.