The banquet at Jing Garden was held as usual. However, although the banquet was lavish, the guests were clearly not interested in the exquisite dishes and the night view of Jing Garden. Fortunately, the Sea-Viewing Tower in Jing Garden was large enough to accommodate the Shanghai merchants who flocked in to see Yu Shiting.
At the grand banquet, only the wives or servants brought by the various ship merchants remained in the room. Tan Jingwei, with a plate of cold dishes in front of him, could eat heartily while glancing at the wives of the ship merchants who had come to the banquet, all of whom maintained their exquisite makeup.
Seeing a woman in her forties in the distance, a Life Buoy cigarette dangling from her lips, subtly wink at him, Tan Jingwei looked away and swallowed the piece of bluefish in his mouth.
"Sigh, even if I'm completely indifferent to women, I just can't bring myself to do it?"
At that moment, Sé, dressed in a suit, walked over from a distance carrying a glass of brandy, sat down opposite Tan Jingwei, and bowed slightly. "Mr. Tam."
Tan Jingwei seemed somewhat disgusted with Sai Zhalunwang. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, put his knife and fork back on the table, and sat up straight. "You've got connections, haven't you? You, a Thailand, managed to sneak into Yu Shiting Boss Yu's dinner party?"
"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Sai Zhalunwang's attitude was very respectful. Despite his age, his face was as gentle as a monk in a temple, and even his tone had a hint of flattery. "I just knew that Mr. Tam was here, so I came to see you, also because I was afraid that Mr. Tam would forget about us poor people."
"A miserable person? You make yourself sound so pitiful?" Tan Jingwei looked down at the food he hadn't finished eating, hesitated for a moment, then picked up his knife and fork and continued to eat, "If you haven't forgotten, then I haven't forgotten either."
"We've already taken care of the ship that Mr. Tam instructed us to sink. Mr. Tam should have already seen the news in the newspapers. We Thailand are true to our word and keep our promises," Sai Charonwan said, looking at Tan Jingwei with a gleam in his eyes.
Tan Jingwei wolfed down his food, picked up his wine glass, and downed the champagne in one gulp before sitting up straight comfortably. "It's so much more comfortable and reassuring to be full."
"Mr. Tam, we're just asking for a bowl of rice," Sai Zhalunwang said.
Tan Jingwei remained noncommittal. "Whether it's just for a bowl of rice or not, you know in your heart, and I know what you want too."
"Mr. Tam understands everything, so he naturally knows that we are just a bunch of stray dogs, desperately begging for a bowl of rice."
"Tell me, how big is your rice bowl?" Tan Jingwei asked Sai Zhalunwang.
Sai Zhalunwang considered for a moment. "The Golden Triangle is occupied by Chairman Chiang's soldiers. A large amount of opium produced in the Golden Triangle each year is also in the hands of those soldiers. I don't expect Mr. Tam to give me the Golden Triangle, and I dare not even think of annexing those soldiers. I only hope that I can do exclusive business with those Nationalist Army soldiers in the Golden Triangle. I will be responsible for the exclusive sale of the opium in their hands. As much as they have, I will take it all. It will be cash on delivery, with no delays or debts."
"Old man, such a big bowl of rice, aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?" Tan Jingwei turned his head away disdainfully. "I asked you to do things for me in the first place because I saw that you, old man, still had some respect for everything and knew when to advance and retreat. But what you said tonight makes me feel like you don't know how much rice you should eat again."
"Hehe, Mr. Tam, this old body of mine can't accomplish anything great. My courage has been shattered, so all I have left is an appetite. Besides, I've latched onto your coattails. To put it bluntly, we stray dogs, now that you're keeping us, all we have left is an appetite. If we didn't even have an appetite, then..." Sai Zhalunwang compared himself to a dog, his face expressionless, as if he were talking about someone else.
Tan Jingwei interrupted him, "Alright, I can help you negotiate in the Golden Triangle. Whether you want the exclusive opium distribution rights or opium goods, in the end you still have to ship the goods to Hong Kong, right? I can help you negotiate in the Golden Triangle, but there are so many triads in Hong Kong. With just your few people, do you think you can gain a foothold and become a Big-Time Tycoon? Do you think you can handle it?"
Sai Charonwang clasped his hands together and bowed to Tan Jingwei: "Mr. Tam, I am already extremely grateful for your guarantee in helping me reach an agreement on the Golden Triangle issue. As for Hong Kong, of course, we Thailand will handle it ourselves. Since Mr. Tam still has some doubts about us Thailand, this is a good opportunity to show Mr. Tam Thailand capabilities."
"Hiss~" After Song Tianyao finished drinking a bottle of Yuen Chun soda with the straw in his mouth, he still didn't stop and continued to suck on the straw, which made a hissing sound inside the soda bottle.
"My Dad won't see you." Xu Enbo sat on the sofa opposite Song Tianyao and said impatiently, "If you want soda, go to the street."
"You don't have to pay for soda on the street? I really don't have to pay for the soda at the Xu Family's. Excuse me, could you give me another one?" Song Tianyao waved the empty bottle at the servant behind Xu Enbo and said with a grin.
Xu Enbo said with a hint of helplessness, "Song Tianyao, what exactly are you up to? Do you really think the Xu Family won't deal with you? Don't you care about protecting the younger generation?"
"Of course not. I'm just a nobody. Mr. He is behind me. You know that, I know that, Uncle Sheng knows that too. So, they simply gave me a chance to tell Uncle Sheng the news in person. After that, I will return to Macau immediately. I will not go back to Hong Kong until this matter is resolved." Song Tianyao said to Xu Enbo, with a straw hanging from his mouth.
"Whatever you want to say, you can say it to me," Xu Enbo said.
Song Tianyao shook his head. "How could they be the same? If they really were, why don't people call you the Shipping King of Hong Kong, but your Dad? Hey, can you hurry up with the soda? The Xu Family wouldn't be so stingy, would they? You've only had four sodas and you're already stopping serving your guests?"
A servant from the Xu Family brought over a bottle of soda from outside. Song Tianyao took it and looked at Xu Enbo: