"Yu Shiting and Xu Pingsheng are both truly wealthy men. Saying they're richer than a country is an exaggeration, but it's true that their combined wealth exceeds that of several Chinese Banks. This time, regardless of the outcome, I won't let your efforts be in vain. Whether it's Hong Kong or Macau, whatever business you want to do that requires working capital, just have A-Liu call Xunzheng. As long as it's not about buying Yu Shiting and Xu Pingsheng's businesses, my money should be more than enough."
"Giving you so many benefits right off the bat shows that Brother Xian knows that if he lets me come back this time, I might be bruised and battered when we have dinner together again," Song Tianyao said with a wry smile.
Inside the hall, two people were drinking and talking.
Outside, Huang Liu, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked around nonchalantly. Huang Liu Huang Ziya up to him and said with a hint of advice, "A-Liu, don't say those things in the car so casually in the future."
"What? Are we not allowed to speak the Macau Street anymore?" Huang Liu glanced at his third brother. "That's right. My boss is doing big business, and he has to obediently come back with just one phone call from Mr. He. I don't know if he's resentful or not, but I'm definitely not!"
"Resentful?" Huang Ziya stared at Huang Liu: "So what if you're resentful?"
Huang Liu glanced at Huang Ziya, whose expression had turned serious, then suddenly smiled, scratching his head. He looked utterly unrefined, but what he said made Huang Ziya's face turn even uglier.
"My boss is the kind of person who would definitely agree to help Mr. He this time. I have no objection. If he doesn't agree, back then you had eight guns protecting Mr. He, fighting from the streets of Macau Street to the very end. I could have risked my life to fight my boss all the way back to Hong Kong from Macau. Unfortunately... my boss is the kind of person who won't give me that chance."
Chapter 475 Falling into the Trap
Qi Weiwen, wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved cheongsam with a hem reaching her feet, stepped gracefully off the rickshaw and stood at the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier in Kowloon.
Compared to the glittering jewelry and extravagant attire of most women waiting for the Star Ferry at the Kowloon Sha Tsim Sha Tsui Pier, Qi Weiwen's conservative and simple outfit was inconspicuous. Even the long legs revealed by the swaying hems of other female passengers could attract more male attention. However, it was Qi Weiwen's calm and refined demeanor that made her stand out. Not only did she startle young men, but even middle-aged or elderly men who should have seen all the splendor and should have remained calm and composed couldn't help but turn their heads frequently. Several even hesitated for a moment, stopped, turned around, and followed Qi Weiwen 'Qi Weiwen footsteps, moving slightly closer to her. This caused several young and beautiful women who were obviously concubines of wealthy businessmen to first resent the philandering tycoons beside them who couldn't resist women. Then they looked down at their own luxurious attire and realized that they were pathetically overshadowed by a middle-aged woman.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon followed behind, plucking his beard hairs one by one with his left hand, while holding the toddler Song Shiyi in his right arm.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon blew off his beard with a whoosh, then hoisted Song Shiyi onto his head. Song Shiyi burst into tears, terrified. Nine-Tattooed Dragon slapped Song Shiyi's bottom and said disapprovingly:
"Stop crying! If you cry again, I'll throw you off! How can someone as timid as you learn kung fu!"
Qi Weiwen crossed the ferry terminal and arrived at an inconspicuous rocky beach at the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier. His female disciple, Chen Yanni, was sitting with a middle-aged man on a rock, their backs to him. The middle-aged man seemed to hear footsteps, turned his head to look at Qi Weiwen who was walking over, and then took out a photo from the pocket of his Zhongshan, glanced at it, and made a comparison.
"Are you Hall Master Qi of the Number Gang?" Tan Jingwei's bodyguard, Fourth Brother, asked in a Sichuan accent.
Qi Weiwen nodded. "I am Qi Weiwen."
Fourth Brother grinned and turned Chen Yanni, who had been facing away from Qi Weiwen, around. Only then did Qi Weiwen see that Chen Yanni's hands were handcuffed, her feet were bound with ropes, her mouth was open, and her face was full of terror, but she could not make a sound.
"Don't worry, we dislocated her jaw to prevent her from screaming. Now that you're here, she can leave. After all, she's part of the Number Gang." Fourth Brother took out the key to unlock the handcuffs, then quickly grabbed Chen Yanni's head with his left hand and used his right hand to lift her chin. A look of pain flashed across Chen Yanni's face, and her mouth was already able to open and close, letting out a miserable groan.
"Master!" Chen Yanni called out to Qi Weiwen.
Fourth Brother put away the handcuffs, and with a flick of his wrist, a dagger appeared in his hand. A flash of cold light, and the ropes were severed, thus restoring Chen Yanni's freedom.
Chen Yanni was clearly terrified of this Fourth Brother. She struggled quickly, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran back to Qi Weiwen's side.
"This Miss Chen Yanni is the direct disciple of Hall Master Qi, and Hall Master Qi has always shown her great care." In the distance, Tan Jingwei withdrew his gaze from the sea, turned around, and walked over step by step to stand beside Fourth Brother. Looking at Qi Weiwen, he smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself, Tan Jingwei, the new... Mountain Lord? Gang Leader of the Number Gang? Sorry, I'm not very familiar with these Jianghu slang terms."
Qi Weiwen looked at Tan Jingwei and sighed, "Alright, then what brings Chief Tan to see me?"
"I came to Hong Kong to look at my brother's grave. The feng shui is so-so. He did so many things in his life that I'm ashamed to be buried in the ancestral graves in Taiwan. It's fine to bury him in Hong Kong. But I'm worried he'll be lonely here, so I'd like to ask Hall Master Qi and your female disciple to be buried next to him to keep him company and prevent him from being lonely."
"If your ancestors knew you were digging up their graves and taking their ashes to Taiwan, they probably wouldn't want you buried in the respectable ancestral tomb of the Tan family in Taiwan, would they?" Qi Weiwen patted Chen Yanni's shoulder, gesturing for Chen Yanni to go back and carry Song Shiyi was looking at them from afar.
Tan Jingwei smiled faintly, "Ha, thank you for your concern, Hall Master Qi. The kind of person I am, I'll be buried wherever I die. If I don't make it back to Taiwan alive, I won't even think about going back to be buried in the ancestral grave. It's quite nice for me to stay in Hong Kong and keep my dead brother company. I just don't know, will it be you two who go to keep him company, or will I go?"