"Please give my regards to Brother Xian, Uncle Huang, and Brother Quan. This is just a small token of my appreciation; please have the brothers who helped out take it for tea." Song Tianyao took a brown paper bag from Ji Wenming and handed it to the short, stocky man opposite him.
This man was a subordinate of Lee Kuen, the Crossing-the-River Pawn. Whether it was smashing up Harmony Heroes's gang, killing Bo Cong, or tonight following Chen Tai to stir up trouble against Wo On Lok, all the people from Macau were under the command of this man, whose nickname Bozai Gen.
However, Song Tianyao didn't actually need to have direct contact with someone like Bozai Gen. Yao Chunxiao or Huang Liu could arrange these things; he didn't need to come forward himself. The reason Bozai Gen came to Song Tianyao's home on Tai Wo Street was mainly because the matter that Song Tianyao had asked Fuyixing and Lee Kuen to help investigate in Hong Kong and Macau had made progress.
"This woman has been dead for a long time. I don't know if she's the one you're looking for, Mr. Song. Brother Quan had the Macau Health Bureau check the previously registered list of Macau prostitutes, and they also kidnapped the entire family of the Brothel owner. Brother Quan personally questioned the Brothel owner, and the madam was also tortured, knocked unconscious and woken up several times. They were questioned five times in a row, and their stories all matched up, proving that this woman was sold to Macau with Wo On Lok, and then the Brothel owner arranged for her to be sold to Java. I heard that not long after she arrived in Java, the Brothel there wasn't very strict, and this woman found an opportunity to hang herself." Bozai Gen didn't rush to take the paper bag that Song Tianyao handed him. Instead, he carefully took out a piece of paper from his pocket. The slightly brittle and yellowed paper had a photo pasted on it. It was Macau prostitute registration form, and the Macau Health Bureau's seal from that year was still printed in the lower left corner of the paper.
Song Tianyao took the form and looked at it. The woman's features bore a striking resemblance to Lin Yujing.
"Who made the Wo On Lok report back then?" After handing the report to Ji Wenming beside him to put it away, Song Tianyao continued to ask Bozai Gen.
Bozai Gen shook his head. "It was done with Wo On Lok Su Wenting's people. When Brother Quan saw that the Brothel owner was so scared that he couldn't even speak anymore, he simply didn't let him return to land and threw his whole family into the sea to feed the fish. He also took over his Brothel. By the way, Brother Quan said that the Brothel will reopen next month. If you have time, Mr. Song, you must do us the honor of going for a drink."
"Thank you, Brother Quan. Even if I don't have time, I'll definitely send my regards. I wish him a prosperous business." Song Tianyao handed the paper bag over again and said to Bozai Gen, "You still have to lead people to work tonight, so I won't keep you any longer. Please convey my thanks to the brothers who are working hard."
Bozai Gen took the paper bag, weighed it in his hand, smiled contentedly, and bowed slightly to Song Tianyao: "Mr. Song, I'll be going now."
Yao Chunxiao was leaning against the door frame, straightened up and patted Bozai Gen on the shoulder. "I'll see you out."
After Bozai Gen and Yao Chunxiao left, only Song Tianyao and Ji Wenming remained in the living room on the fourth floor. Ji Wenming softly spoke from the side, "Mr. Song, this piece of paper appeared in court..."
"Don't use this piece of paper. The Lin Family has no shame, but my third aunt and her daughter still have it, and so does the Song Family. We can't let the old man lose face so many years after his death." Song Tianyao turned around, his eyes filled with anger, his nostrils flared, and his lips tightly pursed. "The Lin Family's matriarch wouldn't go directly to see Su Wenting herself, nor would she dirty her two sons' hands with something like this. Besides, Lin Xiaoze had just returned to Hong Kong at that time, and it was unlikely that he would take over the shady relationship with Wo On Lok. The Lin Family has been by Lin Xizhen's side since the beginning, handling these matters, and what they are most adept at is..."
"Lin Xiao qia? He would do such a thing on the orders of the First Madam?" Ji Wenming's tone was also somewhat wistful.
Song Tianyao raised his eyebrows slightly. "Things are different now. Back then, his own mother's fate was in the hands of the First Madam, who held power in the Lin Family. If he dared to express dissatisfaction, his mother would be sold off along with him. Which is more important, his own mother or someone else's mother? It's just that Lin Xiao qia Xiaoqia is a good-for-nothing. When Third Aunt and Third Uncle got married, he even rushed over as a member of Third Aunt's family. Over the years, Third Aunt has repeatedly said that Lin Xiao qia taken the best care of her and her daughter. He's a saint in public and a devil in private. Isn't he afraid that Third Aunt's mother will turn into a vengeful ghost and come after him at night?"
"A-Yao, there's a Lei Danzi who wants to see you..." Yao Chunxiao, who had Bozai Gen off, quickly returned and said to Song Tianyao at the door.
Composing himself, Song Tianyao smiled at Yao Chunxiao and said, "Uncle Xiao, please have him come up."
Although Lei Danzi had changed into a suit, he still faintly smelled of the sea and sweat. When the Lawyer Ji saw him enter, he said to Song Tianyao:
"Then I'll go back to the law firm first."
"Thank you for your hard work Lawyer Ji." After Ji Wenming left, Song Tianyao moved two chairs over and said to Lei Danzi, "Sit down."
Lei Danzi looked around the room's simple layout and said, "You make so much money, yet your home is so simple. Why don't you find some famous paintings and calligraphy, antique furniture, or something like that?"
"This is the room where Uncle Xiao and the others live. I rarely come here." Song Tianyao took a bulging leather bag from the living room cabinet, turned around and handed it to Lei Danzi, who had just sat down. "Here you go, the three million you sent to the factory last time."
"Wow, that's so stingy! I lent you three million, and you still only give me three million back?" Lei Danzi didn't take the purse. "Forget it, I made a good profit on that batch of goods I shipped to Shenzhen, and I was even thinking of splitting the profits with you. You can keep this three million, and I won't take a share of the profits from that batch of goods."
Song Tianyao didn't stand on ceremony any longer, threw the briefcase at his feet and sat down in the chair.
"You have a good relationship with the Britain, found a Britain wife, and now you've acquired the Lin Family's land. Are you planning to go into the real estate business?" Lei Danzi took out a cigarette and offered one to Song Tianyao: "Stop and take a break. You look older than me, who's been battling the elements all day."
Song Tianyao took the cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and turned to look at Lei Yingdong: "I'm not very interested in the current real estate business. There are too many poor people, so I can't rent out properties, and I can only sell entire buildings. Am I supposed to build a building for myself? Besides, everyone knows I'm involved with the Foreign Devil, and Foreign Devil 're generally pessimistic about Hong Kong's real estate market. If I rush out to raise money for real estate, Foreign Devil 're not stupid. Won't they suspect I'm playing the fence? Take it slow, don't rush. Besides, the real estate business has a slow return on investment. I should find another stable source of income to ensure I can make a living."