After saying that, he hung up the phone. Lin Xiaosen held the receiver, somewhat puzzled. He had rushed to the Labour Department immediately and dismissed the workers, preventing any major impact. But in his second brother's eyes, how could it be that he had acted impulsively again?
While he was bewildered at the United Soda Factory, Lin Xiaohe rubbed his temples and stood quietly for a moment, exhaling a breath of stale air. He then turned to the capable and composed Liao Jingxuan and said, "Jingxuan, go and find out which leaders from the Construction Industry General Union went to the Labour Department today. Once you find out, don't ask them who paid them. Give each of them Hong Kong dollars 10,000 and a bullet for me. Today they went to the Labour Department, and I gave them Hong Kong dollars 10,000 to make friends. But if I see them at the Labour Department with people tomorrow, I'll send them to their graves."
"Understood, I'll arrange it right away." After saying that, Liao Jingxuan didn't rush to leave. Instead, he hesitated slightly and spoke again, "Mr. Lin, the four people I arranged to help answer the phone at the telephone company are asking for an exorbitant amount..."
"Transfer all the hard-earned money to them." Lin Xiaohe said before Liao Jingxuan could finish.
"Know."
Liao Jingxuan bowed slightly, turned and left Lin Xiaohe's office.
"Boss, we've already notified Lei Danzi, and all the workers from the Labour Department have been dismissed. My fourth uncle told me that it was Lin Xiaosen from the Lin Family who came forward, not Lin Xiaoze Lin Xiaohe. They didn't say much and just paid the money in full." Huang Liu raised his wrist to check his watch and said softly to Song Tianyao, who was sitting on the sofa in the Dulles Hotel room with his eyes closed.
Song Tianyao rubbed his temples. "Lin Xiaosen? Did Lin Xiaohe not react in time, or did Lin Xiaosen rush into making the decision without consulting Lin Xiaohe? It seems that Lin Qishen has done too many bad things, and even Heaven is not on his son's side, leaving Uncle Yan Xiongxiao and the others to do the work."
Zhao Wenye, dressed in a police uniform, and Yan Hung's subordinate, A Wai, sat side by side in a spot near the window in the living room. They looked at Huang Liu and Song Tianyao, who were talking, with slightly nervous expressions. Zhao Wenye, in particular, kept swallowing.
"Also, Brother Six, go help Uncle Xiao Yan Hung there. There can't be any mistakes. You must keep them here. Tonight, I want Lin Xiaohe to be distracted. Tomorrow, I'll take everything from the Lin Family."
"And what about here...?"
Song Tianyao opened his eyes and smiled at Huang Liu, "Brother Six, if I were in a Britain hotel, with two armed police officers protecting me, and with Director Shek Chi-yik and his wife coming over for coffee later, and my girlfriend and her tutor coming over for a chat, and I still got killed under these circumstances, then I can only say that I'm guilty of heinous crimes, and even God wants me to die. Go on, be careful, I'll wait for you to come back for a late-night snack."
"Kid, do you even know how to shoot?" Huang Liu looked at Zhao Wenye: "Don't open the door casually, even if it's a waiter outside. Make sure you take good care of Mr. Song."
"Come on, Brother Six, you're more like a nanny than a bodyguard." Song Tianyao got up from the sofa, patted Huang Liu on the shoulder, and smiled, "This isn't lawless Macau, this is Hong Kong. I've got so many Foreign Devil surrounding me for protection. If Lin Xiaohe still thinks that killing me is the only way to survive and actually goes to great lengths to have someone come to the hotel to kill me, then I'm the stupid one, and he's the stupid one too. It all depends on God's will—whether He prefers to let the stupid me die, or the stupid Lin Xiaohe die."
Huang Liu chuckled, "Of course I have to be a bit long-winded. If I'd known those two rookies you arranged would be so scared of wetting themselves with a gun, I would have had Lei Danzi send two of his men to look after you. I'm leaving."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left the Dulles Hotel. Rather than staying at the hotel to protect Song Tianyao, Song Tianyao entrusted him with something more important.
Chapter 400 The Lin Family is Inhuman
"Mr. Liao, those union leaders who led the workers to cause trouble at the Labour Department this morning—seven of them—are all drinking and celebrating in this unfinished building." One of Liao Jingxuan's men walked to Liao Jingxuan's car, opened the door, and after Liao Jingxuan got out, pointed to an unfinished building not far away and said, "We've been watching them for over an hour. No one else has come or gone, only thirteen people. Besides the seven leaders, there are a few others who should be ordinary workers. They bought braised food and liquor, and we could hear them playing drinking games inside. However, there's another construction site right next door with hundreds of workers working overtime. If they make too much noise, it could easily attract other workers."
Liao Jingxuan raised his white-gloved hand and fastened the top button of his Zhongshan: "Going to deliver money to these people, not fighting with them, why would it cause such a commotion? Have you found out where these people live, their families, and so on?"
"Everything has been investigated. If Mr. Liao agrees, we can visit him one by one tonight," the subordinate said.
Liao Jingxuan nodded. "That's good. Take me inside. It's getting late, and I haven't eaten yet. I can have something to eat with these people. Also, take the jar of Xifu Fengxiang Wine that Mr. Lin gave me from my car."
Three of his men accompanied Liao Jingxuan toward the building construction site in Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon. It was getting dark, and as they walked along the uneven dirt road, they could hear laughter and chatter coming from inside the building even before they entered.
This morning, a dozen or so people who led a demonstration to the Labour Department lit two oil lamps on the first floor of the building and used a wooden board with a few bricks as a dining table. They were all gathered around the wooden board, which was covered with a dozen porcelain bottles with blue-labeled Wujiapi, various braised dishes, and even a small roast suckling pig.
Ordinary workers wouldn't have the money to drink Wujiapi a porcelain bottle; they usually just buy loose liquor. Just by looking at the already somewhat messy and lavish dishes on the table, you can tell that these dozen or so people have suddenly become rich and are using this rich food to satisfy their hunger.
Before Liao Jingxuan stepped into the building, he deliberately stepped on a wooden strip that was leaning against the side with his left leather shoe. The wooden strip snapped with a crisp crack.
"Who's there!" One of the people drinking inside heard the noise and turned to look in Liao Jingxuan's direction. The other dozen or so people also put down their wine cups and chopsticks and looked in the direction of the voice. Some of the quicker ones even grabbed the shovels, hammers and other tools next to them.