"But the military uniform business still requires building a factory in Malaysia, Mr. Song, you are now also doing supermarket business in Japan. Are you also planning to have Mr. Gao's Tianming Company handle this matter?" Wei Meixian said to Song Tianyao.
Song Tianyao put his feet down. "It doesn't matter. I came to Japan for vacation and a rest. Making money is just a side thing. It's just a matter of taking out money and having economists like Xinmin Baohachi help me choose a suitable city for development. Then, I'll use them to build relationships with the local government. It's very easy. If Scribe Hui is too busy, I'll have Jiang Yongen come to Japan to recruit some people to work. You can never have too much money. Besides, the military uniform business is certainly worth doing. It's just a matter of setting up factories, recruiting workers, and starting operations. Once the situation is established, everything will proceed step by step. Japan is actually more interesting. Think about it, if you can make a supermarket packed with customers, it means that the Japan general stores nearby are already terminally ill. Isn't it more interesting to steal all the Japan business than to watch factory workers making clothes all day? Besides, you can use your brain to figure out how to bring all the Japan into the supermarket, so that Scribe Hui, that good-for-nothing, won't make a mistake of ordering tens of millions and only making a fraction of the profit."
Nine-Tattooed Dragon opened the door from the outside, holding a telegram from the Atami Post Office. He addressed Song Tianyao and his Scribe Hui inside, saying, "Mr. Song, Brother Hui, this is a telegram sent back by Sister Yun."
Song Tianyao sat up, took the telegram from Nine-Tattooed Dragon, and seeing that it was entirely in Japanese, reluctantly handed it to Wei Meixian beside him. Wei Meixian translated for Song Tianyao:
"The telegram says that Miss Pellis Angie Perlis is in communication with the Industrial and Commercial Administration Office, the Labour Department, Lin Xiaojie, the He Family, and other parties to prepare for the purchase of the soft drink company, and the plan for Xizhen Properties to delist is also underway."
Song Tianyao nodded slightly. "Understood. There's no need to send a telegram for this. I arranged everything when I left Hong Kong. Yan Hung shouldn't be unable to handle something as simple as this. Is there anything else?"
"That's all," Wei Meixian said, handing the telegram back to Song Tianyao.
Song Tianyao held the paper, looking at Wei Meixian suspiciously. "That's it? A telegram sent from Hong Kong to Japan, just containing a pointless sentence?"
"That's all they said," Wei Meixian said to Song Tianyao with a serious expression. "There really isn't any other information."
Song Tianyao's eyes swept across the faces of Nine-Tattooed Dragon, Scribe Hui, and Wei Meixian, finally settling on Scribe Hui's face. He spoke with a sinister tone:
"The Foreign Girl is in trouble, and it's not a small trouble. The He Family... not the He Family."
"Isn't the He Family the He Family?" Scribe Hui repeated Song Tianyao's words in confusion.
Song Tianyao gritted his teeth and said somewhat angrily, "Pedro Lobo, that damned Foreign Devil, is old, has the least courage, but a huge appetite. When trouble arose, he threw me out to die, and now that things have calmed down, he pops up to grab a slice of the pie? The He Family just happens to be in cahoots with Pedro Lobo... Damn it, go to Macau to see Pedro Lobo."
Chapter 436 A Yue
Lam Kong extinguished the match in his hand, threw it into the ashtray, and turned to look at Yan Hung: "Did A-Tai go with Lui Lok to work for him at the Sai Kung Four Corners Pier?"
"A few nights ago, when the nightclub opened, Lui Lok showed up uninvited to show his support, followed by Handkerchief Qing, Shar Pei Dog, Chu Yau-chai, and Chan Chen Tai. Lui Lok was trying to curry favor with me, saying that he had bailed Chan Chen Tai out on a whim, hoping that I or Mr. Song would remember him for a small favor. Little did he know that if Mr. Song hadn't wanted Chen Tai to stay in jail for a while, would he have had the opportunity to vouch for him? Either I get Chen Tai out, or Mr. Song orders me to throw Chen Tai into Shark Dim Sum House." Yan Hung snorted disdainfully, "Life's twists and turns are truly different. A little over a year ago, I envied you and Lui Lok. You were young and sharp-witted, while Lui Lok held sway over the Chiu Chow clique. As for me, because of Yiu Muk's retirement, I was reduced to a lowly lackey of Lai Man-yau, barely making a living in the Police Force. Now, Lui Lok is still Detective Sergeant, while I've become a Chinese Detective Chief Inspector in the lucrative Yau Ma Tei."
"Does Mr. Song know that A-Tai is with Lui Lok?" Lam Kong stood in front of the huge one-way mirror, watching the dancers changing clothes in the dressing room outside, and said to Yan Hung with a smile, "Hey, the feng shui of your office is not bad, but the yin energy is too heavy. Facing these vixens, it's easy to suffer from kidney deficiency."
Yan Hung glanced at the gleaming, fleshy scene outside. "You think I had someone install it? Of course not. It was done by the previous Foreign Devil boss. I just kept it, thinking that if Mr. Chu had some free time to visit the nightclub, he could choose his concubines here. Mr. Song obviously doesn't know about A-Tai's matter. He went to Japan to relax and avoid the limelight. Do you expect me to send him a telegram about something so trivial? By the way, how's the Police Officers' Club thing going?"
Lam Kong rubbed his nose with the hand holding the cigarette, chuckled twice, winked at Yan Hung, but didn't say anything.
"Hey, we're all in the same boat, is this really necessary?" Yan Hung said, dissatisfied.
Lam Kong stood silently for a moment, then walked to Yan Hung's large desk, sat down, and said to Yan Hung, who was leaning back in his executive chair:
"Brother Hung, we're brothers, but our bosses are different. Your boss is Mr. Chu, and my boss is Mr. Song. Mr. Song has Sister Yun manage the Police Officers' Club and asked me to run errands and help him connect with the Foreign Devil. He's even willing to let you do business in the Police Officers' Club, so don't overthink it. If I don't say anything when you ask too many questions, it will only hurt our brotherhood."
"Mr. Song and Mr. Chu have always been inseparable," Yan Hung added, unwilling to give up.
Lam Kong gestured for him to stop. "Brother Hung, Mr. Song used to work for the Chu Family, but now he's preparing to build his own business and establish his own Police Officers' Club. It's not appropriate to let the Chu Family interfere in this, is it? They don't seem to share Mr. Song's share in the Chu Family textile and grain businesses. Whether it's you or Mr. Chu. Chu, if you need help with the Police Officers' Club, without Mr. Song's request, Sister Yun and I would definitely be there without hesitation. But beyond that, I can't do anything more."
"You got off easy, Police Officers' Club. Mr. Song should know that I actually..." Yan Hung sighed unwillingly, unable to finish his sentence.