"Is the boss going to war with the local chamber of commerce?"
Song Tianyao got into the car and sneered, "I don't need to kill them; Tan Jingwei will take care of them anyway. He and his master are ruthless; they come to Hong Kong to kill. These people are a scourge to the country and its people; they'll wreak havoc wherever they go. The Shanghuan Chamber of Commerce and the Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce are just easy targets in their eyes; they won't let anyone get away with them."
"Should we give Young Master Shun a heads-up? We're brothers after all, you can't just watch him get taken down."
"Precisely because we're all brothers, I can't implicate him. My confrontation with him at the Cloud Palace was to avoid putting him in a difficult position. Going to him now will only bring him trouble. With his Dad watching over things, Tan Jingwei won't do anything to the Chu Family. As for the others... it would be best if they were all dead!"
"Where do we go now?"
"Lu Yuanchun at the Peninsula Hotel is still waiting for me to speak."
Huang Liu, his right hand on the steering wheel, raised his left hand and gave a thumbs-up. "Big Brother is Big Brother indeed. Being the Yu Family's son-in-law while still seeing other women, I admire you!"
Inside a male STD clinic.
When Sai-Zhalunwang reappeared, he was once again greeted by Kondo Kohei.
Kondo smiled, his small eyes gleaming with a vitality beyond his years. "Your complexion is so rosy after just one night; something good must have happened last night. I'm sure your negotiations with that Taiwan friend went very smoothly."
"Mr. Kondo, let's stop beating around the bush. Everything here has nothing to do with you anymore. Regardless of our past identities, we're all businessmen now, only interested in making money. I'm here to continue our discussion from yesterday: let's cooperate in business and find a way to make a living in Hong Kong together."
Kondo smiled, "Of course. The war is over, and everyone should be thinking about their own lives. We all have the responsibility of supporting our subordinates, so we're in the same boat. For that reason alone, we should cooperate. However, the general is a man who does great things; if it's just a small matter, it's meaningless."
"Mr. Kondo, please rest assured. Last night's strong winds and heavy rains have cleared away most of the local pollution, making it a perfect time for renewal. If we seize this opportunity, we can capture most of the market and help Mr. Kondo sell his goods."
"Oh? Such a good thing? Although I'm a doctor, my health can't compare to the General's. I went to bed as soon as it got dark last night and knew nothing about the storm. What a pity. If what the General says is true, then it's good news. However, as far as I know, this market is deeply involved with the police. If your people take over, will the police agree? I'm a businessman; I hope to make money peacefully and don't want to provoke the police."
Sai-Jarunwan laughed, "The local police are like mosquitoes; they're perfectly content as long as they have blood to suck, regardless of whose blood it is. I'll give them double the fees and make sure they get their share of the profits. Why would they bother with anything? Even if a few individuals keep pursuing us, it doesn't matter. A soldier out of Uniformed Branch is still a soldier; dealing with these brainless cops is a piece of cake."
Kondo nodded. "As expected of a commander, those are your words with conviction. Since the general has this confidence, there's no problem. May I ask how much stock the general plans to order?"
"Five million," Sai-Zhalunwang said. "Five million for the first batch, and one million every week thereafter. I want to lower the price by thirty percent."
"Thirty percent?"
Before Kondo could speak, Sai-Zhalunwang preemptively said, "Our friends in Taiwan have already agreed to supply me with General Li in the Golden Triangle, so Mr. Kondo's counterfeit money business is optional for me. And no matter how advanced your counterfeit money technology is, it's useless without someone to help you distribute the goods. Now it's you who can't do without me, not the other way around. I think a 30% price reduction is very reasonable. What do you think, Mr. Kondo?"
At this point, the old man, who looked kind and gentle like a lay Buddhist, suddenly changed his expression. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a murderous aura emanated from his body. He transformed from a Buddha into a demon, appearing exceptionally eerie and ferocious.
Kondo, however, remained calm and unperturbed, seemingly oblivious to the murderous intent emanating from his opponent. He laughed heartily, "I once heard my superior say that among modern Asian countries, Thailand is the most adaptable. They can always respond to changes and capitalize on them to maximize their own interests. Judging from the General's performance, this statement is absolutely correct. Your grasp of the situation is extremely accurate; I admire you. Indeed, although my men can print money, they themselves are starving. Our only hope for survival is to rely on a powerful partner like the General. You hold the upper hand now, and I willingly concede. I'll send someone to collect the money immediately."
As he spoke, he reached out and pressed the doorbell on the edge of the table. Sai-Zhalunwang also withdrew his murderous aura and returned to his usual nice-guy demeanor.
Kondo looked at him and asked, "Since you have access to the Golden Triangle's supply, General, you could easily make a fortune through the opium trade. Why bother with counterfeit money?"
"The more ways to make money, the better. We're all business people, and we should all know the importance of not putting all our eggs in one basket."
"In that case, I have another way to make money. I wonder if the general would be interested?"
Chapter 531 Undercurrents
Although Shau Kei Wan was one of the earliest developed areas in Hong Kong since its opening to foreign trade, in reality, until the 1920s, only a dozen or so small factories had been developed on this land. After Hong Kong experienced the Japanese occupation, a large number of refugees flocked to Shau Kei Wan for refuge, and the population of Shau Kei Wan surged several times from 30,000 to nearly 100,000 in this bay of less than 60,000 acres.
Before the economy had developed, the population began to grow rapidly, resulting in Shau Kei Wan now being filled with illegally constructed tin shacks. In terms of environment and sanitation, it is comparable to the Kowloon Walled City, causing every governor of Shau Kei Wan Kong to frown.
At this moment, a fishing boat slowly moves forward in the calm waters of Shau Kei Wan.
Sheng Zhaozhong stood on the deck of the fishing boat, facing the wind. His neat suit was wrinkled by the sea breeze. He looked somewhat haggard from days of travel, and the stubble on his chin made him look even more dejected.
However, Sheng Zhaozhong's eyes remained bright, and when he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the towering Hanging Neck Ridge across the bay, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.