So these men spent their days holed up in Huang Sen's apartment, playing cards and drinking to kill time. This made Huang Sen very uncomfortable. It wasn't that he couldn't afford to support his old subordinates, but rather that these men had all been prominent figures back in the mountain stronghold, such as third or fourth leaders or captains. When they were recruited by the Kuomintang, even the lowest-ranking among them was a company commander. Yet, in Macau, they had become despised and forgotten useless people. This was a bitter pill to swallow. Therefore, Huang Sen was overjoyed when Song Tianyao suggested inviting some of his old brothers back to Hong Kong.
In Huang Sen's eyes, the Kuomintang's defeated troops and the Jianghu people were nothing in front of his brothers. When many Kuomintang soldiers joined the army and got their first guns in life, the leaders of their Taishan team already had long and short guns. The long guns were four-year-old fast guns from the Guangxi Arsenal, and the short guns were Citigroup's Sanhua pistols. Huang Sen's The Taishan team's reputation in the Zhongshan area relies on Ma Kuaigunhen and the old brothers who have accompanied him through life and death. These people, not to mention killing a few Jianghu people and Datian Er, even if they are given machine guns and ammunition and asked to find a way to take down the turrets of the Macau black garrison, Huang Sen does not doubt that they will miss.
The people Song Tianyao asked for would be taken care of by Song Tianyao from birth to old age, sickness and death. He would provide for their food, clothing Song Tianyao. Of course, Song Tianyao did not intend for them to kill for him. He just wanted them to live with their parents and take care of their relatives' safety.
These five men didn't want to continue living a life of idleness and comfort in Huang Sen's house. They were appreciated by someone, and according to the old custom of landlords hiring tutors to guard their homes, they were given a lot of face. In addition, they had already witnessed Song Tianyao's ruthlessness and knew that not everyone would dare to use their own lives as bait to lure someone in. Therefore, Song Tianyao was also to their liking. With Lee Kuen acting as the middleman, these men hardly hesitated and simply followed Song Tianyao back to Hong Kong.
"Uncles and elders, my Dad and I will show you around the room." After introducing his parents, Song Tianyao led the five men up to the third floor, where the Mahjong Parlor was bustling with activity. When Song Tianyao opened the door, a group of people were engrossed in their game, with four mahjong tables fully occupied and many others waiting for tables to be vacated. Several men, feeling the heat, had taken off their shirts, revealing their tattoos, and were peering at the mahjong tiles on the table. Hearing the door open, they turned their heads and saw Song Chunliang pushing the door open and walking in. A few neighbors shook the empty teapot beside the table.
"Quail Leung, the tea is all empty, hurry up and refill it! Damn it! I've been sitting here for so long, and I've lost four rounds in a row! Quail Leung, is the feng shui of your house terrible? Get someone to check it out!"
"Exactly! They're so slow with the water supply! They won't even provide a single cigarette, while other Mahjong Parlors offer free cigarettes! Hurry up! Are they trying to kill us with thirst?!"
"Quail" is a slang term for someone who is afraid of his wife. The men who were talking probably didn't notice that Song Tianyao and a few newcomers were following behind Song Chunliang. After cursing Song Chunliang a few times, they continued to look down at the card table. Song Tianyao outside the door immediately stopped, stepped back, and didn't say anything.
Song Chunliang, scolded for being afraid of his wife and nagging for tea, could only manage an awkward smile. He wanted to turn around and explain to the group, but Yao Chunxiao gently patted Song Chunliang on the shoulder. "Brother Leung, no need to trouble you to lead the way. We'll go in and clean up ourselves. It's fine for the neighbors to play mahjong; I like playing too. But neighbors should have their own rules. Don't let those who aren't neighbors come here all day and spoil your mood. Ah Si, go in and take a look."
As he called out "Ah Si," he put his arm around Song Chunliang's shoulder and headed towards the fourth floor. "The third floor is a bit messy, Brother Leung, come with me to the fourth floor and take a look first."
"Those guys were just a bit angry because they lost money gambling. They wouldn't act like this if they were winning." Even if Song Chunliang was naive, he sensed that something was off about these people, so he took the initiative to defend the gamblers who were cursing.
Yao Chunxiao ignored his explanation and led him up to the fourth floor. The short, middle-aged man Ah Si had already gone inside, picked up a thermos filled with hot water from the wall, walked to the mahjong table, and patted the shoulder of the man who had just cursed Song Chunliang. The man turned around, and half a thermos of hot water was poured over his head, scalding him so much that he jumped up with a scream! Large patches of skin and his entire face were instantly scalded red!
The bandit known as "Short Butcher, "Ah Si, stared blankly at the man twitching and screaming in front of him. "Sorry, I'm new here working for Brother Leung. I'm clumsy, and your tone was too fierce just now, so my hand trembled a little. Would you like some more tea? You're welcome to play mahjong again, but if you dare to take advantage again and keep swearing, I'll cut you into pieces and stuff you into this pot, then send it to your family so they can keep it to brew Kung Fu black tea."
Chapter 352 Morse is in trouble
"Mr. Song, you're back?" Seeing Song Tianyao and Huang Liu walk in from outside, Luo Zhuankun stood up from behind his desk. "Would you like something to drink? I'll get it for you."
"Give me a glass of water." After sitting down, Song Tianyao said to Luo Zhuankun, "You have more than a dozen people helping you with your work now, it would be good to have a woman by your side to make you coffee."
Luo Zhuankun poured Song Tianyao a glass of water himself, then sat back down at his neatly tidied desk, smiled, and handed Song Tianyao a stack of documents. "Keeping people around is less effective than sending them out to attract more funds into the stock market. By the way, Mr. Song, please take a look at these documents, and sign them at the end of a few places. After you sign them, I can go to the exchange to prepare for the issuance of new shares by Zhaofeng Trading."
Song Tianyao took it, read it carefully, and then signed his name on it with a pen.
In the 1950s, the restrictions on companies listing and issuing shares to raise funds and subsequently issuing new shares in the Hong Kong stock market were almost non-existent compared to the later development and improvement of the Hong Kong stock market system. The degree of freedom was extremely high, and there were none of the many cumbersome profit statements, audit reports, and other restrictions on share issuance that Song Tianyao later became aware of.
At that time, the Hong Kong stock market lacked effective regulation. If a company wanted to prepare for listing, the exchange might have some strict requirements, but once the company completed the listing and the exchange had earned enough listing commissions, it basically stopped caring about how the company operated. It was also happy to issue new shares, since the exchange could earn commissions as long as new shares were issued, so why not?