"Mr. Song's wealth increase significantly."
The people who received the rice were generous with their praise, shouting auspicious words towards Song Tianyao's location. Although each adult was limited to one jin (500 grams) of rice, in the past two days, one jin of rice meant they could save five yuan. Since the shelling and closure of the Border Gates last night, most grain stores simply did not open this morning. The few grain stores that were open had shockingly high prices. The cheapest brown rice had risen to an astonishing five yuan per jin. You should know that before the shelling last night, the price of rice was only seven mao (0.7 yuan).
In the past, the poor people in Green Island District did not have enough money to store much food. They would earn money today and buy food to survive. But now, not only are the Border Gates closed, but the docks are also under martial law. Cargo ships do not need laborers to unload their cargo, making it impossible for these poor people to find even manual labor jobs to make a living. Fortunately, there are still benefactors who remember these poor people and specially come to distribute rice on this day when rice prices are soaring.
A family usually consists of two adults, a husband and wife, who together receive about two jin (1 kg) of rice. Although it's just brown rice, if they eat it sparingly and cook it into porridge, it can last them for a few days, even with two children, and they won't starve to death.
The 5,000 jin of unpolished rice was quickly distributed, but the people didn't all rush to leave. They lingered, looking at the now empty trucks with a sense of reluctance, hoping there might be something else on board to help them survive. A dozen or so staff members from the Macau Chamber of Commerce who had helped distribute the rice handed the accounts to Song Tianyao. Song Tianyao didn't take them, but instead glanced at Huang Liu. Huang Liu walked over, took a stack of Red packet from his pocket, and handed them to Song Tianyao. Song Tianyao took them and, with a warm smile, distributed them one by one to the exhausted and sweating crowd.
"Thank you all for your hard work. This is a small token of my appreciation. Please take it and have some tea or wine to help you relax."
These staff members were instructed by the Chamber of Commerce to cooperate with Song Tianyao in distributing rice in Green Island District. They thought it would be a tiring official job, but to their surprise, after finishing, Mr. Song actually prepared Red packet for them. Some of the impatient ones turned their backs and quietly opened the Red packet, and immediately beamed with joy, holding up five fingers to their companions, meaning there were fifty yuan inside.
"Thank you so much Boss Song, thank you so much..." The staff members were also extremely grateful.
Song Tianyao smiled at them, "No need to be polite. This afternoon I plan to go to South Bay to distribute some more rice. Those are mostly poor people there, so I'll need your help."
"The largest population of birds in South Bay is sandgrouse. If we get the Red packet this afternoon, we might be able to visit them..." Some staff members immediately revealed knowing, lewd smiles when they heard that Song Tianyao was going to South Bay to distribute rice in the afternoon.
Not only are there many poor people in South Bay, but there are also many low-class prostitutes. Many of these prostitutes don't even have rooms to meet their clients; they often just lay a felt mat on the sand and start receiving customers. That's why they are called "sand chickens" by the people of Macau.
Just as Song Tianyao was handing out Red packet to his staff, four people suddenly stepped out from the crowd of poor people, raised their wrists and brandished guns, aiming at Song Tianyao!
Almost at the same time as the four of them made a move, Huang Liu immediately stepped forward, grabbed a staff member who had just received the Red packet, and blocked Song Tianyao's way!
"Bang! Bang!" A series of gunshots rang out!
The staff member who was blocked by Huang Liu in front of Song Tianyao had his back riddled with bullet holes in an instant! Blood and steam were gushing out from the bloody, mangled bullet holes!
"Get down!" Huang Liu said to Song Tianyao, using one hand to cover the body of the staff member who had been killed on the spot, while the other hand raised his pistol and fired at the four people opposite him!
In fact, as early as when Huang Liu used his staff to shield Song Tianyao from bullets, several menacing and strangely shaped figures in the crowd of the Green Island slums had already thrown off their tattered blankets, revealing their straight figures, and opened fire on the four men with their guns!
These five or six men were extremely accurate and vicious marksmen. The moment the four gunmen drew their guns and fired, their legs and shoulders were almost already hit by these men!
By the time Huang Liu returned fire, almost all four gunmen had been shot in the limbs and were lying on the ground!
"Uncles! Keep those four alive! Take them to my house, spare their lives, and interrogate them thoroughly!" Huang Liu shouted to the men, who were fierce-looking and disabled, while still supporting the corpse and protecting Song Tianyao.
The group of people who came to Qingzhou District with Song Tianyao to distribute rice today included more than just Huang Liu. Several of the old guard from the Huang family's Taishan gang, who were not allowed to serve as bodyguards for He Xian due to their physical condition and appearance, were all arranged by Huang Liu to infiltrate the poor people of Qingzhou. These men were no less skilled than the bodyguards led by Huang Ziya, who served He Xian. Their only drawback was their terrible appearance. They had all been through the battlefield, and their bodies were crippled in the war. Some had half their faces covered with scars from incendiary bombs, some had lost an arm and could only shoot with one hand, and some had their kneecaps shattered and walked with a limp. In short, they were all repulsive and frightening. However, when it came to the ability to kill, Huang Ziya and Huang Liu were practically half-apprentices of these uncles.
"Hey! I didn't expect this guy to dare to be so tough!" A middle-aged man whose face was burned halfway through his body, almost unrecognizable as a skeleton, raised his hand and fired a shot, blowing off the skull of a gunman who had fallen to the ground. He then walked over, picked up a grenade that the gunman had pulled the pin on before he died, and threw it forcefully into the distance!
"Boom!" The grenade exploded in mid-air before it even hit the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust. The man didn't even bend over!
"Heh, ptooey! Damn it, they really went all out. These aren't homemade grenades, they're genuine United States- made ones." The man spat out two mouthfuls of dust and wiped the dust off his face, shouting.
Even though Huang Liu Song Tianyao to lie down immediately, he was still shot in the chest. The moment he was shot, Song Tianyao felt like a heavy hammer had struck his chest, giving him a dull pain that made him want to vomit blood.
Huang Liu tossed the corpse aside, not letting Song Tianyao get up. Instead, he led his men to stop the bleeding of the three still-breathing gunmen and threw them onto the truck. Only then did he escort Song Tianyao into a He Xian sedan that Song Tianyao had arranged for him, giving an order to the others: