Lu Yuanchun withdrew her gaze and continued looking at the sheet music, "To be honest, I haven't met Song Tianyao many times. At first, I just wanted a piece of the pie, but later, I felt that I shouldn't just take a piece. Since I'm going to do it, I should be like him and bet my whole life and my whole business. Maybe Song Tianyao's mistress secretary can see this clearly, maybe the chairman of the Chu Family can see this clearly, maybe those shipping magnates can see this clearly, but I can see Song Tianyao's next move after this one. With every step he takes, with every win, his wealth increases and his status rises. If he were just that kind of man, why would your Chunmei be willing to bet everything on him?"
"What if we lose?" Lu Rongkang's mouth tasted bitter. He took the cigar out of his mouth, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. I just want to know, what if we lose?"
Lu Yuanchun removed a black hair tie from her right wrist, tied her long hair into a ponytail and tossed it behind her head, then placed her hands on the piano keys. "Lost? We can just start over. Besides, if Hong Kong loses, there's still Malaya."
"Malaya?" Lu Rongkang asked, puzzled.
Lu Yuanchun turned her head to the side, revealing a smug and flippant smile that was completely out of character for her.
"If I lose, I'll go home, take out all the Lu family's assets, and start over. Then I'll force that penniless Song Tianyao to become a live-in son-in-law of the Lu family in Malaya."
After saying this, Lu Yuanchun's hands moved across the piano keys with fluid grace.
The second section of the first movement of Beethoven's Tempest Sonata suddenly begins, without any build-up or prelude. The urgent, anxious, and sorrowful notes pour out like a torrential rain!
Lu Yuanchun's eyes were closed, her upper body moving rhythmically with the movements of her hands, her ponytail tied behind her head swaying, as if she were completely immersed in the storm, enjoying the impact these notes brought her.
This fast-paced rhythm was brief; as the last note fell like a raindrop, the world returned to calm, and Lu Yuanchun lifted his hands from the piano keys.
"What if we win?" Lu Rongkang was lost in thought for a moment.
Lu Yuanchun was also taken aback for a moment, clearly having seriously considered Lu Rongkang's question, and then cutely bit his finger. "Win? Then there's nowhere else to go but Malaya."
Chapter 469 Chinese Horse Racing Guide and Thailand Thais
Rotten-Life Ju slowly picked at his nails with a butcher knife, occasionally raising his eyes to look at the scene before him, but more often than not, his nails seemed to attract more attention than the people in front of him.
A few steps away from him, several of Chao Yong Yi's henchmen were pinning a somewhat ragged Thailand man to the ground and beating him severely. Two carrying poles and a crowbar were striking the Thailand man's body, producing a series of chilling thuds.
Upon seeing this, the two Uniformed Branch police officers in the distance consciously turned away from within fifty meters.
The Thailand man lying on the ground was probably in his late twenties. Despite being repeatedly struck, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain without letting out a scream. The occasional muffled groans seemed to be proof that he was still alive.
Only when his henchmen were panting heavily did Rotten-Life Ju wave his hand, signaling them to step aside. He then squatted down in front of the Thailand man, picked at his hair, and lifted his slightly high cheekbone face. The Thailand man stared at him fiercely.
Rotten-Life Ju slowly opened his mouth. "I know you understand China, so don't pretend to be some ignorant Thailand guy. If you really didn't understand China, you wouldn't be selling Horse Racing Guides and accepting bets on horses in my territory. You've overstepped your bounds, brother."
The Thailand man pursed his lips and remained silent. Rotten-Life Ju took out a mimeographed copy of "Horse Racing Guide" from his pocket. The ink was a little faint, and the paper was rather rough, but it didn't prevent one from clearly seeing the Hong Kong Jockey Club's featured recommendations. A row of racehorses and jockeys' Chinese names were neatly listed, marked with stars, from five stars to one star, making it easy to judge the jockey's quality and the horse's performance.
"Who printed this thing? Where did they print it? If you don't tell me tonight, I don't think you'll be leaving here easily." Rotten-Life Ju threw the Chinese Horse Racing Guide in the other man's face and said calmly, "You've got guts. My brothers treated you, and you weren't satisfied? I'll treat you myself."
The cleaver in Rotten-Life Ju's hand flashed, his left hand pressing down on the opponent's right hand and pinning it to the ground. With a swift, sharp flick of his cleaver, he tore off the opponent's thumbnail, leaving it bloody!
A second later, the Thailand man screamed and tried to struggle, but was held firmly down. He could only bang his head against the ground to relieve the excruciating pain in his fingertips.
"Take your time, there's still plenty of time. You still have a lot of nails left, and even after you peel them off, there's still skin left," said Rotten-Life Ju, placing the piece of nail he had picked off in front of the Thailand man with the tip of his knife.
The Thailand man was pinned to the ground, breathing heavily. After a while, he spoke in a somewhat rusty tone:
"I didn't overstep any boundaries. No gang in Hong Kong makes money selling Horse Racing Guides, and I didn't collect bets. I just sold newspapers."
"Rotten-Life Ju" laughed, nodding as if suddenly enlightened. "So, you're saying I'm the one in the wrong? I ruined your business? You're quite clever, aren't you? Don't you think about why the 'Horse Racing Guide' sells so well, but Hong Kong -based publications don't? You checked that Hong Kong- based publications don't sell the 'Horse Racing Guide,' but didn't you also check if the newspaper that dares to legitimately translate and print the Chinese Horse Racing Guide is owned by the Song family? You buy a copy of the Horse Racing Guide, reprint it yourself, and sell it in the Squatter Area, while also collecting bets on the off-the-grounds—that's stealing business from that newspaper."
"Song Tianyao?" The Thailand man suddenly looked up and said a name: "That newspaper belongs to Song Tianyao? But that newspaper is always referred to as 'Boss Kang'."
Rotten-Life Ju frowned slightly. "Even you, a Thailand guy, have heard of Mr. Song's name?"
Just then, a night breeze blew by, and the photocopied Chinese Horse Racing Guide tumbled and drifted away in the wind.