Patriotism Is Fine, but Throwing Your Life Away Is Not
"I pay him 1,200 yuan a month because he told me he loves his country. Now it's his turn to prove to me whether he loves his country or not. Even if he's fast asleep, I'll wake him up with cold water." Song Tianyao said, his voice tinged with barely concealed excitement as he walked out of the Kowloon Restaurant.
Hong Lai-sau and his girlfriend Xu Minjun have officially graduated from the University of Hong Kong. Xu Minjun has now joined the China Hong Kong Business Weekly newspaper and has been shamelessly appointed by Hong Lai-sau as his personal secretary. Song Tianyao has no complaints about Hong Lai-sau's nepotism and even pays Xu Minjun a monthly salary of HK$180.
After Xu Minjun officially started working at the newspaper, she discovered that there was no romantic scene of working, resting, drinking tea, and being busy with her lover as she had imagined. She was ordered around by Hong Lai-sau every day and was almost exhausted.
Later, Xu Minjun simply stopped going home after work every day. She partitioned off a small room in the newspaper office, set up a simple double bed as her bedroom, and lived there with Hong Lai-sau.
Tonight, Hong Lai-sau was unusually free of social engagements and finished his work early, so the two of them went to bed early, hoping to sleep comfortably until dawn.
In the middle of the night, a loud banging sounded at the newspaper office door. Startled awake, Xu Minjun sat up, still wrapped in her blanket. Looking at Hong Lai-sau, who was still fast asleep beside her, she nervously nudged him awake. "Brother Xiu, someone's banging on the door."
Hong Lai-sau rubbed his eyes, not rushing to sit up, but instead reaching under the bed, grabbing a baseball bat, and yelling, "Who?!"
There are many thieves in Hong Kong. Some thieves will knock on doors at night to determine if anyone is staying at a shop. If not, they will pry open the door and break in to steal. So Hong Lai-sau's first reaction was that there was a thief who wanted to steal something.
That's why he called out.
Thieves outside usually leave when they hear noises inside.
But the knocking on the door didn't stop, whether because he didn't hear a response or because he didn't care that someone was staying overnight. Hong Lai-sau out of bed, still in his underwear, baseball bat in hand, went to the outer office, turned on the light, and shouted loudly at the outside, "There's a phone here! If you cause any more trouble, I'll call the police immediately! Get out!"
"Brother Xiu, it's me A-Yao." This time, the knocking stopped, and Song Tianyao's voice rang out from outside. "Open the door, I have something urgent to tell you."
When Hong Lai-sau heard Song Tianyao's voice, he first breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the clock on the wall. It was 1:43 AM. His heart, which had just settled, immediately jumped again. Why would Song Tianyao come to see him at this hour unless something serious had happened?
He grabbed the baseball bat with one hand, stepped forward, and opened the door. Outside, Song Tianyao and Huang Liu walked in, both dressed neatly.
After they entered, Hong Lai-sau asked as he closed the door, "A-Yao? Why are you looking for me so late? What happened?"
"In Malaysia, a group of patriotic China person were brutally murdered by the Britain." Song Tianyao handed a rolled-up newspaper to Hong Lai-sau, who had just closed the door and was walking over. "Now try to contact other major newspapers you're on good terms with and ask them to help you check if these reports in the newspapers really happened in Malaysia. If they did, then we can't let them leave this world so quietly. We need to make their departure spectacular, so that these arrogant Britain in Hong Kong can see clearly what true heroes of the Hung Mun are!"
Chapter 381 Patriotism is acceptable, but suicide is not.
Hong Lai-sau looked at the impassioned Song Tianyao with a somewhat bewildered expression. It seemed as if their personalities had been reversed at this moment. Most of the time, when the two met and chatted, it was always Hong Lai-sau who was impassioned, while Song Tianyao would only listen calmly and patiently. What had happened tonight to make Song Tianyao so agitated?
Song Tianyao froze mid-sentence, his impassioned words cut short. He shoved the newspaper into Hong Lai-sau's hand, turned, and walked towards his desk. Grabbing the phone, he dialed the Kowloon Restaurant's number, muttering:
"You read the news in the newspaper first, I'll make a phone call."
After meeting Hong Lai-sau, he suddenly remembered a serious problem.
A moment later, the call was answered on the other end, "Hello?"
The voice that came through the receiver was Song Chunzhong's, tinged with amusement. "Were you in such a hurry to leave that you forgot to tell me something?"
"No, I'm looking for Sister Wen. Let Sister Wen answer the phone." Song Tianyao changed his mind before he could finish speaking.
Song Chunzhong on the other end of the phone was somewhat confused. "That doesn't make sense. You must be trying to reach me. I know you called to talk to me..."
"Let Sister Wen answer the phone. What's the point of talking to a gambling addict like you?" Song Tianyao said impatiently.
Song Chunzhong sensed something amiss in his nephew's words and promptly handed the phone to Qi Weiwen beside him. "He's letting you talk to him, blaming me for gambling. But I didn't lose any of his money gambling."
"Tell him to wait for me at the restaurant. I'm planning to go there for a late-night snack later. I'll cook a few extra wontons. I'll be going with my friends for a late-night snack later." Song Tianyao held the phone receiver, his eyes fixed on Hong Lai-sau flipping through the newspaper next to him, and spoke clearly to Qi Weiwen took the phone.
Qi Weiwen hummed in agreement. "I'll have the kitchen cook it for you."
Hanging up the phone, Song Tianyao let out a breath. He realized he needed to be more careful. Lin Xiaokang had been dealt with tonight, Lin Xiaohe if Lin Xiaohe still wanted to quell the turmoil within the Lin Family, he might arrange for people at the phone company to wiretap calls. Lin Xiaohe was capable of such a thing. The Lin Family wasn't like the Zhang Family, a nouveau riche family with only money and no connections. Better safe than sorry. If even a little information leaked over the phone and the Lin Family turned the tables, Song Tianyao himself wouldn't be able to forgive his carelessness.
Moreover, most of Hong Kong's long-established Chinese businessmen still maintain the habit of meeting in person for private discussions and rarely discuss important matters over the phone. This is because they have been intimidated by the Britain. After the case of a Chinese man poisoning Britain in a bakery, the Britain monitored almost all telephone lines in the telephone company in order to find the murderer. After this was exposed, most Chinese businessmen realized that telephone conversations seemed very unreliable.