Song Chunzhong's face was full of smugness and greed. He threw his pistol to one of his men, walked over to Chang Yue'e, lifted her chin, and lewdly said, "Sister-in-law, I have a particular fondness for widows, especially since you're the woman of the Big Brother Lord Ting. To be honest, from the first time I saw you, I wanted to have my way with you. Don't worry, if you serve me well, I don't have a wife or children. It's not impossible for us to live happily ever after in Malaysia."
As he spoke, his hands became more unrestrained, slowly unbuttoning the collar of Chang Yue'e's cheongsam, revealing a patch of white skin and her collarbone.
"Mr. Sun, scheming for other people's property, committing adultery with other people's wives and daughters... you... you really..." Chang Yue'e's face turned pale, and she wanted to say something more polite, but Song Chunzhong had already reached out and picked her up in his arms. "Hey, you can't say that. How many things like this did Lord Ting and Shui Fong back then? I was just imitating Lord Ting. Sister-in-law, shall we go to the bed and talk?"
As he spoke, Song Chunzhong carried Chang Yue'e towards the passenger ship's cabin. Those on deck, resigned to their fate, and the sailors guarding them, could hear the sounds of clothes being torn and the woman's muffled groans and gasps from inside the cabin...
Half an hour later, Song Chunzhong emerged from the cabin, pulling up his trousers with a satisfied air. By then, all the men who had boarded with Chang Yue'e had been sent swimming, leaving only the women trembling on the deck. Song Chunzhong glanced around and said to the sailors beside him:
"These women are yours now. Remember to find them a secluded mine in Malaysia. A dozen or so women should be enough to cover the fare for this trip. Same as always, I'll take the property deeds, and you can keep the gold and valuables. These women's fathers or husbands forced them into prostitution, and they've done their fair share of harm. I'm just doing justice for them."
Song Chunzhong clicked his tongue, seemingly savoring the memory of Chang Yue'e, who had just half-heartedly submitted to him. "Especially that widow inside, her skills are excellent. No wonder that old Su Wenting married her; she could be the top courtesan."
"Mr. Chen, thank you so much." A dozen or so sailors, accustomed to this kind of work on the water, beamed. One of the leaders approached Song Chunzhong and said, "Boss Chen, is it time now...?"
"Have the ship that's picking me up come over. I'm going back to Hong Kong. You guys can take your Malaysia and enjoy your trip to Malaysia." Song Chunzhong took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said with a satisfied air, "I need to liquidate my property deeds, savings, and other assets. I need to go back and tell Mr. Ma, so I know if he's showing any mercy..."
"Mr. Chen, you know, our boss never shows any mercy to women; he only ruthlessly destroys them. Once you fall into our boss's hands, you'll have a hard time even if you want to die." As he spoke, the leader raised his pistol and fired three shots into the air.
A small cargo ship approached from a distance. Song Chunzhong straightened his clothes and, with the help of the ship's crew, boarded the vessel. He turned to Chang Yue'e, who was on the passenger ship, dressed in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair and a flushed face, struggling to emerge from her cabin and looking at him, and smiled, saying, "Sister-in-law, we'll be separated by mountains and rivers from now on; we don't need to meet again."
After saying that, he turned to Lei Danzi, who had come to pick him up, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Set sail and return to Hong Kong."
"It's no trouble at all. A-Yao specifically asked me to keep an eye on you, Uncle, so of course I'll do my best. This way, Uncle." Lei Yingdong, wearing a black rubber raincoat, led Song Chunzhong into the cabin. The cargo ship slowly started moving, heading towards Hong Kong.
Lei Yingdong opened a can of beer for Song Chunzhong, hesitated for a moment, and finally said simply, "Uncle, it'll be at the dock in four hours."
"You have something to say to me?" Song Chunzhong took the beer but didn't drink it. Instead, he asked Lei Yingdong with a smile.
Lei Yingdong hesitated for a moment. "The harm shouldn't extend to his wife and children, and those women too..."
"That kind of nonsense about not bringing misfortune upon one's wife and children is something only those who don't hate intensely enough would say. If you truly hate someone to the point of madness, you wouldn't just leave behind your wife and children, you'd even dig up their ancestral graves." Song Chunzhong said to Lei Yingdong with a smile, "Besides, Su Wenting was an accomplice of the Japan back then, running comfort stations, forcing women into prostitution, bullying men and women, and making money through smuggling and drug trafficking. These women didn't miss out on a single penny of the money they earned. Since they enjoyed great wealth and luxury, they deserve just as much retribution. Moreover, I promised Su Wenting and his ilk that I would make them watch over their wives and children from the afterlife and make them wear bright green hats. A man's word is his bond."
Lei Yingdong stared blankly at Song Chunzhong for a long time before finally asking, "Uncle, who exactly are you?"
"My conscience has long been fed to the dog, and I am a low-income man who is ready to settle down and live in retirement." Song Chunzhong took a sip of beer and said to Lei Yingdong with a smile. Then he returned the beer to Lei Yingdong and walked towards the bed board deep in the cabin, tapping his back. "I am getting older. The widow who was the favorite in my youth can hardly bear it anymore. I need to return to Hong Kong to replenish my body."
Lei Yingdong held a beer in his hand, watching Song Chunzhong's retreating figure, and felt a chill in his heart.
The sailor calls this man Mr. Chen, Su Wenting's wife calls him Mr. Sun, and we know his surname is Song. Just how many identities does this man have? How many faces does he have? How much of what he says is true, and how much is false?
Chapter 429 Chen Tai's Mistakenly and Unintentionally
Sister Xiong's loud voice spoiled Song Tianyao's mood, saying that people from the factory had come to collect debts.
Song Tianyao straightened up and looked at Lou Fengyun: "The factory is in debt?"
Lou Fengyun was also somewhat bewildered. Apart from the loan that Song Tianyao had mortgaged to HSBC, the wig factory had no other debt disputes and its cash flow was in good condition.
"Let's go take a look." Song Tianyao straightened his shirt and followed behind Sister Xiong out of the office.
Outside, Brother Xiong stood at the factory gate, tightly holding three fierce dogs on leashes. The dogs kept lunging and barking, while a dozen or so young men dressed like gangsters stood outside the gate, their expressions uncertain. Judging from their appearance and demeanor, they all looked disheveled. The leader, a bald young man, was shouting at Brother Xiong, who was holding the dogs:
"Uncle, the factory owner owes Chen Tai one million. Now Taihe and his men have been arrested and need money as bail. We're his brothers who were arrested with him; we just got out and came straight here to collect the debt for him! We need your help urgently!"