Lu Yuanchun stared at the small Western oil painting hanging on the opposite wall. "So you think I'm here because I really want to spend the night with that woman and the jockey?"
"Since you're not planning a date with the jockey, what can't we talk about tomorrow, sister? Let's go? I've already made all the arrangements, nothing will go wrong, don't worry," Song Tianyao said, a cigarette between his fingers.
Lu Yuanchun's eyes remained fixed on the oil painting, his voice remaining calm. "Song Tianyao, I've thought about it for a long time, but I still can't figure out how you're going to win this round."
As he spoke, Lu Yuanchun turned to look at Song Tianyao: "That's why I want to stand beside you, so I can see things more clearly."
"Idiot." Song Tianyao paused for a moment before uttering those two words.
It's unclear whether he was referring to himself or Lu Yuanchun.
"Father, you called me." Nai Khun entered Sai Zhalunwang's suite. At that moment, Sai Zhalunwang was wearing reading glasses and flipping through a Thai Buddhist scripture. Hearing his son's voice, Sai Zhalunwang took off his glasses and closed the scripture.
Six or seven of Sai Zhalunwang's men, including Paitoon, Wenchai, and Wenren, also came in and looked at the old man sitting in the chair.
"I met with the Japan and Taiwan person today, and they were both very satisfied. The Taiwan person have agreed that as long as we continue to be obedient and have the ability to suppress local Hong Kong gangs, he will speak to those Kuomintang defeated soldiers in the Golden Triangle and guarantee that we will have the exclusive right to operate the opium trade in Hong Kong from the Golden Triangle in the future," Sai Zhalunwang said slowly.
Although he spoke weakly, the other Thailand in the room all showed excited expressions after he finished speaking!
"Sai Ba!" Wenchai exclaimed excitedly, "Is this true?"
"We've had enough! We run a small business and are constantly bullied. Now, we can finally get our revenge!"
"Let these Hong Kong know how powerful we are!"
"Calm down!" Paitoon, the most composed person present, spoke first upon hearing his companions' excited reactions, "Let's hear what Sai Ba has to say."
Sai Jalunwang nodded in satisfaction, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together. "Paitoon, take the children and show them our methods. Tell those local Hong Kong triads that the drug trade in Hong Kong belongs to us Thailand. Anyone else who touches it will be sent to see Buddha."
Chapter 494 The Noisy Harp Restaurant (Part 3)
Liao Donggui took the pipe handed to him by the driver, and with the help of the flame from the lighter, took a deep drag on the tobacco leaves that had been infused with spices and Rhodiola rosea. Then, he exhaled two plumes of smoke from his nostrils. Amidst the billowing smoke, Chen Liang, Liao Donggui's trusted henchman who had followed him for many years, saw the muscles on his boss's face trembling slightly.
"Opportunity knocks but once. While we still have the excuse of helping Yu Shiting vent his anger and restoring face for the Shanghai Shipping Gang, let's take care of that Song Tianyao. The bigger the commotion, the better." After exhaling a plume of smoke, Liao Donggui said with his eyes closed and a look of relish on his face.
Chen Liang nodded, his voice still carrying a hint of Tianjin dialect. "Boss, killing someone is easy, but is it necessary for us to keep it from Boss Cen and get involved with the Taiwan? Looking at the current situation, if we decide to get involved with the Taiwan person, I'm afraid we won't be able to return to the Hai River even if we die, right?"
Chen Liang started his career with Liao Donggui in Tianjin Guard, then moved to Shanghai Bund, and eventually to Hong Kong. Through decades of ups and Shanghai Bund, he stayed by Liao Donggui's side, sharing joys and sorrows, and going through thick and thin together. They were the closest of friends.
Otherwise, an ordinary servant would not dare to speak to Liao Donggui in a tone of advice after Liao Donggui had already given instructions.
Liao Donggui, unperturbed by Chen Liang's question, slowly opened his eyes, chuckled, and said, "We can't go back to Tianjin. We did some bullying and monopolistic things back then. Going back now, it wouldn't be surprising if our family was ransacked, we were wiped out, and we'd be given a bullet. Hong Kong isn't a place to stay either. I've seen things clearly in the past two years Hong Kong. Unless we put the same effort into sucking up to the Kuomintang as we did in Shanghai Bund, we won't get ahead. And even if we wanted to suck up to the foreigners, could we compete with the Hong Kong? Don't be fooled by Yu Shiting's current momentum." "Xiong Xiong can still stand up to Xu Pingsheng, so what's with this strike? If things really come to a head, do you think the locals with foreigners as their fathers are afraid of us orphans? Besides, we're not without friends in Taiwan. That Tan guy said there are four or five hundred fellow Taiwan Tianjin there. We have company commanders, regimental commanders, and local officials. Oh, and by the way, there's a secretary in the Taiwan Presidential Office who works in foreign affairs, and he's Tianjin Guard. I've already spoken to him on the phone, and we're on the same page. Taiwan is in dire need of rebuilding right now, so the sooner we join them, the sooner we'll make our fortunes."
"Master, Zeng Chunsheng was also recruited by the Taiwan person..." Chen Liang couldn't help but pour cold water on Liao Donggui's determination to defect to Taiwan, after all, Zeng Chunsheng's example was right in front of him.
"Old Zeng is too greedy. That Tan guy already agreed to let him be the president of the Kaohsiung Shipping Association, but he still can't do it. Do you know what he wants? The deputy minister of the Shipping Department under the Taiwan Presidential Office. He's just asking for trouble, you know? What is he worth? Deputy minister of the Shipping Department? That's something he can just ask for. Right now, there are only two people in the whole of Hong Kong who are qualified, Xu Pingsheng Yu Shiting Cen Wenqing. Cen Wenqing is not qualified, and the rest are even more ignorant and courting death. I know my own limitations. I'll follow that Tan guy and cheer him on. Then I'll go to Taiwan and continue doing my small business. I don't have a foreign devil father. Everyone I've dealt with is Kuomintang member. I'll be the president of the Taiwan Tianjin Hometown Association and live a comfortable life for the rest of my days." Liao Donggui's tone was rough and he seemed to have a bad temper in Sea-Viewing Tower, but the words he spoke to Chen Liang while holding his pipe were completely different from before.
"Boss Cen probably knows about you, sir..."
"So what if he knows? I've been his dog for so many years, can't I change masters? If he wants to continue following Yu Shiting, that's his business; if I want to go to Taiwan, that's my business."
"Cough cough! Cough cough!" Song Chengqi was writing accounts in the ledger with a brush in his hand when he suddenly coughed violently. Although he picked up the brush in time, a drop of ink still fell onto the ledger.