After finishing his sentence, Chu Xiaoxin turned around, picked up the glass of ice water, took a sip, and looked out the window. "Following the Shanghai people and turning against their own people? Who actually believes such nonsense?"
Yan Hung hesitated before speaking, "There was news before that although Song Tianyao left Hong Kong, Huang Liu had visited Yu Shiting's son in Shanghai several times, as well as a Shanghai shipping merchant named Di Junda. Where there's smoke, there's fire..."
With a "crack," Chu Xiaoxin slammed the crystal glass directly in front of Yan Hung, smashing it into countless glittering fragments on the ground!
"Get out!" Chu Xiaoxin turned around, looking at Yan Hung with sharp and fierce eyes. "I just said, even if A-Yao no longer relies on the Chu Family, no longer relies on me Chu Xiaoxin, to make a living, I will still consider him my brother! The whole world may not believe him, but I do!"
"Zeng Chunsheng, a well-known figure in Shanghai's shipping industry, suddenly had such a large deal taken over by someone surnamed Tan." Song Tianyao, seemingly unconcerned that the entire Harp Restaurant, except for the foreign musicians still playing their violins, had fallen completely silent, said slowly to Lu Yuanchun sitting opposite him, "I don't find it strange at all."
Lu Yuanchun gently shook his head. "If a person is robbed and killed, their property naturally belongs to the robbers; it's only right."
"So many properties, even if it's robbery, they'd have to come up with the money first. Do you think this is the Great Qing, where a transfer document is signed and it's effective without going through the authorities?" Song Tianyao chuckled. "My men investigated. That guy's from Taiwan, using the name of the Free China Relief Association,' he can't come up with that much money."
"This guy is completely unfamiliar with Hong Kong, he's like a fish in water, every move he makes is unpredictable, it's outrageous. If I hadn't come back to clean up his mess and take over this situation, and slightly diverted attention, I'm afraid that Brother Xiu would have died for nothing in a few days." Song Tianyao looked at Qi Weiwen, then at Lu Yuanchun: "Don't you guys think so?"
"Aren't you thriving in this city too?" Lu Yuanchun countered.
Qi Weiwen remained silent, watching Song Tianyao the entire time.
Inside the Harp Restaurant, apart from this table, the guests at the other tables remained silent, their gazes constantly sweeping across the unfamiliar and familiar faces at each table.
"It's different from mine. My chess style has rules. I take risks, like lifting a dragon's tendon to slay it, and one move can decide the outcome. I'm always the one playing, so just be careful not to let me find any weaknesses. But there's no reason why he's having so much fun. I'm all alone; if I lose, it's just a matter of losing my life. He's an official, so there's no reason for him to play like this. If he insists on playing this way, it only means one thing." Song Tianyao said with certainty, holding a fork in one hand and a knife in the other.
"With nothing to fear." Lu Yuanchun and Qi Weiwen uttered these four words almost simultaneously. Then the two women exchanged a glance, nodded slightly, and then looked away again.
"The money can be obtained from the activities of some private banks run by the Kuomintang in Hong Kong," Lu Yuanchun said thoughtfully, looking at Song Tianyao.
After Song Tianyao revealed his sudden change of heart, Lu Yuanchun didn't feel scared. Instead, this adventure excited her. She knew Song Tianyao should calmly avoid this and focus on his own plans—that's what a businessman should do. But after Song Tianyao openly admitted he was now involved and couldn't extricate himself, Lu Yuanchun found it even more interesting to be involved. A mundane, step-by-step business is actually quite boring. If Song Tianyao had wisely avoided it, Lu Yuanchun would have found Song Tianyao dull. But now, after insisting on getting to the bottom of it, Lu Yuanchun began to worry. She feared that this guy, having been passively dragged into this, hadn't considered self-preservation but instead wanted to stir up trouble!
Song Tianyao shook his head slightly. "The Britain have already lost enough face in this kind of thing. They can now reluctantly give the United States face because United States can't afford to offend them, but they will never give Taiwan face just because of the United States. They will handle things strictly by the book, and they will especially keep a close eye on the Taiwan to show that they are not afraid of the United States. That's the humor of Foreign Devil Britain. Even though the whole world knows that they bully the weak and fear the strong, they still insist on taking off their underwear first and putting it on their heads. They don't care about anything else, but they must save face."
Listening to Song Tianyao's somewhat vulgar metaphor for the British, Lu Yuanchun's face turned red. She rarely heard such vulgar words. On the contrary, Qi Weiwen, who was born in Jianghu, just smiled at this time.
Song Tianyao, cutting his steak, said, "So, the guy surnamed Tan must also know that at this point, it's best to take responsibility for his own actions. Whether it succeeds or not, there's no need to let the Britain vent their anger on Taiwan banks. Therefore, he definitely won't use Taiwan money. Plus, given his fearlessness, it's obvious without much scrutiny that he has a wealthy local Hong Kong tycoon behind him."
"Do you know which one it is?" Lu Yuanchun looked at Song Tianyao: "If you know, it's easy to solve."
"That's the difficulty." Song Tianyao used the tip of his knife to pick up a piece of beef still streaked with blood and brought it to his mouth. The combination of the bloody beef and the sharp blade made Song Tianyao's face look somewhat fierce. His gaze was fixed on Lu Yuanchun:
"I've offended too many wealthy people in Hong Kong. I have no idea who's behind him—someone I once taught a lesson to, who's now learned to keep a low profile."
Chapter 511 What a load of crap!
Lam Kong's eyes swept across the faces of everyone at Shuqin Restaurant. Apart from Song Tianyao and his two companions at their table, he recognized some of the people present tonight, heard of others, and was a complete stranger to some. However, all of these people, whether he knew them or not, had a solemn expression on their faces. It seemed that the atmosphere in Harp Restaurant had become tense at some point. Even the White Russian bartenders and waiters had returned to the bar, muttering to themselves, too lazy to come over and fawn over a group of people they considered second-class citizens.
Outside the restaurant, a plainclothes officer, soaking wet, was anxiously pointing inside, but was stopped at the door by a White Russian waiter with a disdainful look and cold words. The plainclothes officer's usual arrogant and domineering attitude towards the lower classes was completely restrained in front of the White Russian.
"Go out quietly and ask what's going on," Lam Kong instructed his men.