"It's unlikely to be you, otherwise I wouldn't have opened the door to let you in. But if it were Chu Xiaoxin, it's hard to say." Jiang Yongen said, handing Song Tianyao a glass of water she had poured. "Have some water. Should I change into a suit to match you?"
Song Tianyao took the water glass, smiled at Jiang Yongen, and looked around her bedroom. "Your bedroom is as boring as you are. Is it so hard to find some iconic feminine decorations to decorate it? It's like I'm withholding your salary."
Jiang Yongen's bedroom is very simple: a bookcase, a wardrobe, a desk, a single bed, a bedside table, and a potted green plant on the windowsill. That's all there is to the bedroom.
"Well, it's normal for a boss to care about his subordinates' work, but you don't need to worry about my environment and condition during my rest time, do you?" Jiang Yongen rolled her eyes at Song Tianyao: "I've been to your hotel and factory rooms before, and they're even more shabby than my bedroom."
"Is Scribe Hui's clothing business now nominally managed by you for Foreign Girl?" Song Tianyao took a sip of water and changed the subject.
Jiang Yongen shrugged, walked back to her desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down. She continued to busy herself with writing down the work that needed to be done tomorrow in her notebook, saying, "Having him transfer the entire clothing business to Miss Pellis Angie Perlis's name is just a formality. Of course, Scribe Hui and his people are still in charge of managing the business. I'm just acting as a mouthpiece between Miss Pellis Angie Perlis and Scribe Hui. Currently, the focus is still on the wig business. The United States market is no longer satisfied with Hong Kong only supplying black wigs. Many clients want us to produce wigs in other colors. So the Wig Association is currently considering organizing a trip to the United States to investigate the market, purchase raw materials for other hair colors from the United States, process them back in Hong Kong, and then sell them back to the United States."
"You were involved in the procedures for those several loans from HSBC, right? Are you sure they were all secured by the Foreign Girl's name and assets?" Song Tianyao touched his nose and asked again.
Jiang Yongen paused in her writing, turned around, sat down in her chair, and looked at Song Tianyao: "Are you... a little worried? Worried about Miss Pellis Angie Perlis?"
"Of course I'm worried." Song Tianyao slowly sipped his warm tea. "I'm not worried about her. After all, without her, I wouldn't have gotten this far in Hong Kong. What I'm worried about is what if the Britain want to undermine us and kill two birds with one stone, taking down both me and the Lin Family? I have to be careful. The situation is unstable, and the Britain have done things like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs before."
"The paperwork is all in Miss Pellis. Angie Perlis's name, and I've made copies. If you're still worried, I'll make another copy for you tomorrow." Jiang Yongen twirled the pen in her hand and said, puzzled, "Speaking of which, if you're so worried, why did you put all your businesses under Miss Pellis. Angie Perlis's name?"
Song Tianyao didn't answer her. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and looked around the bedroom, as if deep in thought.
Jiang Yongen got up, opened the bedroom door, turned around and took an empty cup from outside. She placed it on the windowsill next to Song Tianyao, using it as an ashtray, and waved her finger in front of Song Tianyao's eyes. "Hey?"
"Scribe Hui is busy preparing to build a factory after getting the money. He can't keep up such a high profile, or I'll be the one being targeted. He's going to build three factories. Let him build the first one in Malaysia to avoid the limelight. Malaysia, labor is cheap there." Song Tianyao flicked some cigarette ash into his water glass and said to Jiang Yongen.
Jiang Yongen scrutinized Song Tianyao's expression. "What exactly are you talking about?"
"After I took over the Lin Family, everyone outside thinks I'm backed by the Britain, even the Britain themselves think so. But now the Britain themselves are pessimistic about Hong Kong, yet after taking over the Lin Family, I'm rushing to develop Hong Kong as if I'm focused on long-term planning. Won't the Britain doubt where my confidence comes from? The land will change hands several times before I develop it again. But don't tell the Foreign Girl about this for now. I'll tell my Scribe Hui, to choose Malaysia for the first factory. Then I'll take the money and go to Japan to check things out. The situation in Hong Kong is unstable right now, so going to Japan to observe the situation is in line with my Collaborator business attitude." Song Tianyao said with a cigarette between his fingers, a half-smile on his face, "Once this is settled, go to an organization like Gold Mountain House and change your citizenship to Britain."
"Who would admit to being Collaborator... Me? Britain citizenship?" Jiang Yongen was taken aback. "I'm just a secretary, and a person of Asian descent at that. What use is Britain citizenship?"
"Do you believe me if I tell Shek Chi-yik that you and I slept together?" Song Tianyao said to Jiang Yongen.
Jiang Yongen frowned. "You want everyone else to know..."
"I'm China person." Song Tianyao nodded. "Once I help you resolve your citizenship issue, you can register a Britain company."
"I'm not Foreign Girl, I can't follow your train of thought, please explain more clearly."
"You'll understand when I get back from Japan," Song Tianyao said to Jiang Yongen. "I'm leaving. Make a copy of the paperwork tomorrow and keep it safe for me. That way, if the Britain really try to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, I can hold them off in case anything goes wrong. Also, if you have small breasts, don't wear these figure-hugging pajamas. You're overestimating yourself. I'll give you an extra two hundred yuan in salary next month. Buy some papayas and nourish yourself."
Jiang Yongen glanced down at her pajamas and asked Song Tianyao, who was already walking towards the door:
"You have small breasts, yet you came to see me in the middle of the night?"
Song Tianyao gave Jiang Yongen a slight bow, smiled, and walked out of the bedroom. "It's at least bigger than mine. I'm leaving now, go to sleep early."
Inside the detention room, under the watchful eyes of the police officers, Lin Xiao qia sat down at the long table for receiving visitors. He said to Lin Xiaoze, who was sitting in a wheelchair opposite him, "Sister Xiang, I've already told you everything I need to say. Why bother seeing me again? But the fact that you're here to see me means my problem isn't serious, and I should be able to get out soon."
Lin Xiaoze stared straight at Lin Xiao qia opposite him, his hands resting on his knees, looking like a wooden or clay sculpture, expressionless.