"Don't worry, Gui Xiu Wen has already been killed by me, which can be considered revenge for Han Chongshan and the others." Sheng Zhaozhong smiled and extended his hand to Di Zhen: "Let's get to know each other again. My name is Sheng Zhaozhong, major of the Whampoa 19th-Term Training Corps."
Looking at the smiling Sheng Zhaozhong in front of him, Di Zhen swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and shook hands with Sheng Zhaozhong.
Chapter 536 Heroes Trapped in Shau Kei Wan
As night fell, the streetlights on Pedder Street lit up in rows. A five-story clock tower, more than 20 meters high, stood at the end of the street. Shops lined both sides of the street, the most eye-catching of which was the Central Hotel located on the left side of Pedder Street.
Guests were constantly coming and going in front of the restaurant's revolving glass doors, with two doormen standing on either side. Around them, several White Russians in security uniforms patrolled with rubber batons. Occasionally, small boats pushing carts would pass through the streets and alleys. Upon seeing these menacing-looking White Russians, they would quicken their pace and hurriedly leave the hotel.
At this moment, in the dining hall on the first floor of the hotel, a table in the corner was piled with a spectacular mountain of food. There was not enough room for some of the drinks and snacks, so the waiter simply left the food cart next to the table, which attracted the frequent glances of other guests around.
Tan Jingwei sat at the dining table, leisurely cutting a piece of foie gras, completely oblivious to the strange looks from the other guests. However, his two clerical subordinates at the same table seemed a little embarrassed, deliberately glancing around as if to tell the others that it wasn't that they were ordering so much food, but rather that some friends hadn't arrived yet.
Tan Jingwei chewed on the foie gras, slowly swallowed the food, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.
A junior administrative staff member spoke up at just the right moment, "Mr. Tam, Mr. Sheng hasn't returned yet, I'm worried..."
Tan Jingwei waved his hand, and the subordinate immediately shut up. Tan Jingwei leaned back slightly, closed his eyes to savor the taste, and then nodded gently. "Perfect! It's definitely better than the street vendors' food. No wonder it's so expensive."
The two clerical subordinates, unsure how to respond, could only force smiles and nod in agreement.
"I know you're worried about Fourth Brother, but don't worry, he'll be fine." Tan Jingwei wiped his mouth with a napkin, glanced at his gold watch, and said, "It's still half an hour until eight o'clock. A hero always appears at the crucial moment!"
The first administrative staff member to speak remained worried, "But Mr. Tam, I've heard that the people at Hanging Neck Ridge are like bandits. What if they recklessly injure Mr. Sheng? We'll have a hard time explaining ourselves when we get back!"
Tan Jingwei picked up his wine glass, drank a glass of red wine, rinsed his mouth, and spat it into the trash can at his feet, drawing disgusted looks from the surrounding guests. Several Britain ladies even moved their chairs away from him and sat in places a little further away.
"No, you two, Brother Sheng, and I are all officials from Taiwan. If any of us get into trouble, it will be a diplomatic conflict. The Britain will definitely investigate thoroughly. Not to mention those guys from Hanging Neck Ridge, even the rich guys in Hong Kong wouldn't be that stupid." Tan Jingwei gave his subordinates a reassuring look and said confidently.
Legally speaking, Tan Jingwei's two statements are indeed not problematic. After all, if a Taiwan official gets into trouble in Hong Kong, which is under Britain jurisdiction, the Taiwan person have the right to order the Britain authorities in Hong Kong to help track down the perpetrator.
Although Tan Jingwei spoke casually, as if he were invincible in Hong Kong, the reality was quite different. Taiwan had no right to challenge the British Hong Kong Government. Not to mention issuing orders, even if they requested something, the British Hong Kong Government could completely ignore them. Just like when Yu Shiting said he would throw him into the sea, even if Yu Shiting actually did it, Taiwan could only make a few perfunctory requests for the British Hong Kong Government to help investigate. The actual possibility of Yu Shiting to justice was almost zero.
Even if Yu Shiting didn't need to personally preserve the evidence, the British Hong Kong Government wouldn't risk offending a wealthy Chinese businessman who paid over a million dollars in taxes every year for the sake of a completely unrelated Taiwan official. They might even help him dispose of the evidence.
Tan Jingwei knew all this perfectly well. He only said these words to fool the two naive office workers. It seems to be working well now. The two of them actually believed it and even straightened their backs a bit.
Tan Jingwei smiled and spoke again, "So don't be nervous. We have Taiwan backing us up. You two don't need to think about anything. Just do your job well and help me deal with the Britain and United States. When we return to Taiwan, I'll help you claim credit."
Two civilian employees stood up excitedly, raised their glasses, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Tam."
Tan Jingwei laughed and gestured for the two to sit down.
Meanwhile, outside the hotel's revolving glass doors, Di Zhen Sheng Zhaozhong and his entourage had arrived at the hotel entrance. The valet parking attendant frowned somewhat, seeing that Di Zhen and his group were poorly dressed. Just as he was about to step forward to stop them, Sheng Zhaozhong, without even glancing at them, took out his wallet, pulled out two HK Hong Kong dollars 100 bills, and casually threw them on the ground. The attendant immediately beamed with joy. While the attendant bent down to pick up the money, Sheng Zhaozhong and his men had already entered the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant, Tan Jingwei immediately spotted Sheng Zhaozhong, who had just entered and was looking Sheng Zhaozhong the lobby. Sheng Zhaozhong flashed a bright smile and waved at Tan Jingwei: "Fourth Brother, over here!"
Sheng Zhaozhong paused, then led Di Zhen and the others toward the dining table where Tan Jingwei was sitting.
It was clear that this was the first time Di Zhen and his group had been to a place like the Central Hotel. Even though these people could kill without batting an eye on the battlefield, this was their first time stepping into the social circle of high society, and they appeared somewhat reserved. This was especially true when they were being looked up and down by the well-dressed Chinese and British guests around them; even Di Zhen seemed a little reserved.
"Brother Zhen, I feel like these Foreign Devil are secretly watching us," one of Di Zhen's men whispered to Di Zhen after glancing around.
Di Zhen felt a little uneasy. He had lived for over thirty years and the most upscale place he had ever been was a Western-style restaurant he had frequented with Han Chongshan back in Beiping. But that was nothing compared to the Central Hotel in front of him. What's more, there was a group of Britain Foreign Devil sitting in the lobby, all dressed smartly, their eyes full of mockery.