As Song Tianyao leaned against the soft, fragrant beauty, he momentarily thought that being a playboy like Chu Xiaoxin would actually be a joy in life.
Leaning against red and green, surrounded by orioles and swallows, ready for you to take your pick, she is gentle and tender, subtly pleasing you.
Even Scribe Hui already has a female secretary, and he's surrounded by a group of women, yet he's too busy to even glance at them. Song Tianyao placed his hand on Lou Fengyun's jade-like leg beneath her cheongsam, gently caressing it, wondering if they'd be making love tonight. But he couldn't help but bring up the real business:
"I donated two million to the Police Force and set up a foundation. The Police Force launched a massive crackdown on triads throughout Hong Kong, and as a legitimate businessman, I naturally had to express my support for this."
Lou Fengyun continued her work, gently massaging Song Tianyao's brow, which seemed to furrow slightly at any moment, while softly saying:
"Among so many legitimate businessmen in Hong Kong, you're the only one who thinks about donating money to the police. Do the police need your donations? Last time, a factory next door was robbed, and they called the police to take photos for the case. They had to give each of the three officers who came to the factory a red envelope, otherwise the officers wouldn't even come. Just by collecting fees, those officers have filled their pockets."
"Of course, we can't do business at a loss. Besides donating two million, I also plan to buy a piece of land and build a Police Officers' Club for the Police Force. It will have a bar, restaurant, conference room, indoor golf course, swimming pool, shooting range, and card room—basically, a nightclub specifically for the Police Force. It will be built in Wan Chai's Four Directions Street. You can hand over the wig factory business to your capable workers and become the club's owner." Song Tianyao swallowed the grape in his mouth, closed his eyes, and pointed to the teacup next to him like a wealthy landlord, saying this.
Lou Fengyun gently helped Song Tianyao's head up, while Fu Xinniang carefully blew on the tea and handed him the teacup.
"Isn't this a Police Force club? The Police Force are in charge, so how can I be the boss's wife?" Lou Fengyun asked after Song Tianyao finished drinking his water.
Song Tianyao chuckled, leaning his head back to enjoy the pleasurable squeezing sensation from the woman's breasts. "The club is membership-based, divided into sections A and B. Section A is only open to Foreign Devil, and their families also enjoy membership. Except for necessary tips, all expenses are free. Among the Chinese, Detective Chief Inspector and above can go to section B just like the Foreign Devil. Detective Chief Inspector get a 30% discount on all expenses. The Police Force is only responsible for enjoying the benefits provided by the club. The management and operation of the club, of course, is my responsibility. Do you expect the Police Department Chief to stop catching thieves and run the club, and have all the officers work as bartenders? In the future, if any Chinese officers want to buy a Detective Chief Inspector position, the most suitable way is through the club. You, the club's owner, will not only be the one paying the salaries of the Foreign Devil officers, but also the de facto owner of more than 10,000 officers. Whether it's Yan Hung or Lam Kong, they can also use the club to unify the Police Force's power and use this relationship to dilute the regional factions within the Police Force."
"I don't understand how a club that's operating at a loss can make money?"
"You've already made a portion, and future income will naturally come from commissions on selling official positions. Do you think you can rely on selling wine, porridge, noodles, or rice? Besides the official members with police status, there will also be honorary members and temporary members. Sometimes those are even more valuable than cash. You'll understand eventually."
"Already made a profit? Donated two million, and now you want to build another club..." Lou Fengyun asked doubtfully.
Song Tianyao stroked the stubble on his chin. "That piece of wasteland on Four Directions Street is worth about two million on the market. I helped the Police Force build a club, which was a charitable project. The government transferred it to me at 30% of the market value, which means I only received six hundred thousand. The club's operating contract is for ten years. I bribed the lawyers to leave many loopholes in the details. If there's a new Governor or a new Police Department Chief, and we cooperate well, we can continue operating. If we can't reach an agreement, we'll part ways, and the land will be mine. It's a piece of land worth two million on the market. I don't care if the club loses money for ten years. Besides, that land is currently a garbage dump, full of homeless people and garbage heaps. What the government wants in return is a leveled piece of land. I had my Scribe Hui, register a company and take on the business of clearing land for the government."
"It sounds like a headache. Your brain must be different from most people's." Lou Fengyun's eyes seemed to overflow with tears as she looked at Song Tianyao in her arms and said with emotion.
Now that she's in the wig business, she's met quite a few wealthy people, including members of Po Leung Kuk. But among the people she's met, those who do business do business properly and those who donate money properly follow the rules. It's just that Song Tianyao makes donating money look like he's doing business. He probably hasn't even donated the two million yet, and he's already thinking about how to double that money back.
"I'm free today, even Brother Six, that third wheel, isn't here, so don't worry about that bastard eavesdropping. Sister Yun, you're coming with me tonight..." Song Tianyao was a little aroused by Lou Fengyun's soft breasts, so he grinned and prepared to invite Lou Fengyun to spend the night together.
But before he could finish speaking, the Sister Xiong burst in from outside. "Boss, someone's come to the factory to collect a debt!"
"Splash!" Ah Zhen, the strong young man from Wo On Lok, was tied up and stuffed into a sack along with two stones. Then, two sailors lifted the sack and threw it into the dark sea.
Song Chunzhong, holding a pistol in one hand and casually scratching his crotch with the other, then sniffed his hand and laughed at the pale-faced Chang Yue'e and the others:
"The boat I chartered has now left Hong Kong waters. Don't worry, everyone's getting their turn. Next!"
Several sailors, armed with pistols, rushed forward, grabbed Su Wenting's youngest son, who was only fourteen years old, and viciously bound him up by the legs. They then gagged him with a plaster, skillfully put a burlap sack over his head, stuffed it with stones, tied the sack tightly, and threw him into the water with a thud.
It lasted no more than thirty seconds.
"Mr. Sun, the tiger will not eat the lost dog, and the heavy rain will not knock down the victim. If you want money, the deposit has been deposited in your account. You can also take all the gold and silver we have on us. We are all Jianghu people. If you have a grudge against Mr. Ting, you will not be in trouble." As well as your wife and children, let us people live." Chang Yue'e can be regarded as a woman who has been in the world. At this moment, she is calmer than the few men next to her who were frightened, panicked and speechless, and she asked Song Chunzhong.