Careless Storage Invites Theft, Alluring Dress Invites Lust
Secretary Song, Sister Yun, Xiu'er Sister Fen, Xiu'er, and Nine-Tattooed Dragon were the five names Wei Meixian heard most often from Scribe Hui. In fact, Secretary Song was mentioned the most, while Nine-Tattooed Dragon was mentioned slightly less often than the other four.
Wei Meixian had met Lou Fengyun, Sister Fen Xiu'er, Nine-Tattooed Dragon, but she had never had the chance to meet Song Tianyao, whom her boss talked about all the time. To be honest, after meeting Scribe Hui, Wei Meixian no longer had any admiration for Song Tianyao, who was revered by Master Hui as a god. To be respected by a stingy boss like Scribe Hui, one must be a hundred times stingier than Scribe Hui to be regarded as a role model by Scribe Hui.
"Borrowing money from a bank doesn't necessarily mean you're in trouble. Sometimes businesses need cash to expand, so they borrow from banks. Not everyone in business is as shrewd as you, boss, and has such good relationships with the Nationalist Armies, able to collect half or even all of the payment upfront," Wei Meixian explained to her Scribe Hui, subtly praising Scribe Hui abilities and connections.
Unfortunately, the flirtatious glances were wasted on the blind. Scribe Hui completely missed Wei Meixian's praise, tapping his forehead lightly with his pen, and said with some distress, "Will Sister Yun be angry with me? Will she think that Tianming Company clearly has money, yet refuses to give it to Secretary Song?"
"Having money in the account doesn't mean you can use it as you please." Wei Meixian helped the Scribe Hui retrieve and put away his notebook and pen. "Like today, once we get to Niigata Prefecture and we've visited the factory and finalized the contract, a large portion of the money in the company's account will likely go to the factory. If you rashly lent that money to Secretary Song beforehand, and it's not enough to pay for the goods, you'll be the one with the real headaches."
"It's not a loan to Secretary Song. Tianming Company originally belonged to Secretary Song. I was just running errands for him. He doesn't need to ask me for money. He can take it himself. Oh well, I'll wait a few days until I settle the accounts and see how much is left before contacting Secretary Song again..." The Scribe Hui, turned his head to look out the window in frustration. Suddenly, he saw a row of children walking along the roadside under the guidance of adults.
"This is Tokyo. I remember there's a Tokyo Tsu... Tsu..." Scribe Hui wanted to say a Japan word, but he got stuck on the pronunciation.
Wei Meixian, standing next to her, said in Japanese, "Tsui Orphanage."
The taxi driver already knew the two passengers were China person, and given his potential right-wing leanings, when he heard Wei Meixian mention the Tsui Orphanage in Japanese, he naturally glanced at the two in the rearview mirror and interjected, "Are you two here in Tokyo specifically to donate to the orphanage, to express your remorse for China's resistance against Japan's Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Holy War? I've seen others..."
Scribe Hui couldn't understand what the driver was saying, but Wei Meixian's expression suddenly turned somewhat ugly, and she said to Scribe Hui in Chinese:
The driver asked us if we were planning to donate money to an orphanage, expressing regret for China's resistance against Japan's Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Holy War.
After saying this, Wei Meixian saw Scribe Hui's eyes widen, and he glared angrily at the driver, uttering the most domineering words she had ever heard from this boss since she had known Scribe Hui:
"Tell the Japan, the seventeen orphanages in Tokyo and Osaka are all fed food that my Scribe Hui, sold to the Nationalist Army! I didn't come to Japan to donate money to raise these little Japan! I came to Japan to make money off you Japan! I buy Japan fabric, process it into clothes, and then sell it back to the Nationalist Army in Japan. The money the Nationalist Army ultimately pays me comes entirely from you Japan! Fuck you! The Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Holy War? Eat shit! Say another word, and I'd rather not make any money and let those Japan devils' bastards starve to death!"
Chapter 345: Slow hiding encourages theft; seductive appearance encourages lewdness.
"Dr. Pedro Lobo, good evening, thank you for your invitation." Song Tianyao extended his hand to Pedro Lobo and greeted him humbly.
Pedro Lobo shook hands with Song Tianyao, looked Song Tianyao up and down with his somewhat grayish-blue eyes, and said in fluent Chinese, "Mr. Song very young, a truly formidable young man."
"I dare not address myself as Mr. Song in front of Dr. Pedro Lobo. If Dr. Pedro Lobo does not find it presumptuous or impolite, you may call me A-Yao. Many elders address me that way," Song Tianyao said to Pedro Lobo with a smile.
Pedro Lobo invited Song Tianyao to dinner, but did not arrange any other guests or hold a grand banquet. Instead, he set up the reception area in the back garden. It was the height of summer, and the garden was lush with green grass and round leaves. A stream meandered through the garden, and under two weeping willows that had been meticulously trimmed by the gardener, there was a table and two chairs. Just looking at this arrangement made Song Tianyao feel a little cooler.
Pedro Lobo was dressed casually in a plain shirt and trousers, without a tie and with the buttons undone. He had a ruddy complexion and a loud voice. He was very pleased that Song Tianyao addressed him Dr. Pedro Lobo instead of Director Pedro Lobo or Mr. Pedro Lobo.
Pedro Lobo holds an honorary doctorate from the University of Lisbon in Portugal Portugal, which is a recognition and affirmation of his outstanding contributions to Macau's Pedro Lobo, economy, and other fields.
As the two sat down at the table, Pedro Lobo folded his napkin and placed it on his lap, saying to Song Tianyao across from him:
"Hong Kong Oxfam, I've heard them talk about it before. It's a newly emerging charity in Hong Kong. How is it doing?"
"Thriving and striving to grow stronger." Song Tianyao adjusted his chair and said to Pedro Lobo, "Of course, compared to the charitable contributions Dr. Pedro Lobo and Mr. He Xian have made in Macau, Hong Kong Oxfam's achievements are utterly insignificant."
A chef in a chef's uniform and a waiter wearing snow-white gloves began serving the two. The cold appetizers were plump oysters drizzled with lemon juice and smoked fish. The waiter poured them a glass of champagne, and Song Tianyao raised his glass to Pedro Lobo across from him, politely saying, "Thank you for your hospitality."
"You're welcome." Pedro Lobo took a sip of champagne, forked a piece of fish, and put it in his mouth, but his eyes remained fixed on Song Tianyao. Only after he swallowed the food did he speak: