Nai Khun stared at Song Chunzhong for a moment, then looked up at Gu Tiancheng, who was standing obediently beside Song Chunzhong with his hands tucked into his trouser seams. He nodded in satisfaction. "I heard that when you fled from the Golden Triangle, you took a lot of goods with you. How much?"
Song Chunzhong pointed to a small bag of opium samples that he had shown Singh earlier on the table, and said succinctly, "I have a ton of this quality."
Nai Khun didn't react much to these words, but Cai Bao and the others behind him all showed excitement.
Kondo Kohei has already begun teaching Paitoon the technique of refining Yellow Arsenic, but the opium from the Golden Triangle will take some time to arrive in Hong Kong. In addition, the circulation of counterfeit money in Siam Buddha Residence seems to have been targeted, and Sai Charonwan has ordered that they not be too high-profile. Therefore, their hopes of making money are all pinned on Yellow Arsenic.
Fortunately, news came at this time that a Mr. Zhang in Macau was shipping out a large quantity of opium. Originally, Cai Bao thought that this guy named Zhang Xiantai probably didn't have much opium in stock, but even if it was only a few hundred kilograms, it would be enough for them to carry the opium from the Golden Triangle to Hong Kong. Unexpectedly, this Mr. Zhang in front of them was asking for a ton, which made them ecstatic.
Nai Khun glanced at the small packet of opium samples on the table, then casually picked up a silver knife and poked around in the opium with it.
Although he was determined to surpass Sai Zhalunwang, Nai Khun and his father were similar in many ways, such as never letting themselves get their hands dirty with opium unless absolutely necessary.
"Not bad quality." Nai Khun casually tossed the knife onto the table and nodded in satisfaction.
Gu Tiancheng lowered his gaze, glanced at Nai Khun, and chuckled inwardly: This stuff is the purest opium that Song Chunzhong could buy from the underground market in Macau. There's only this small packet, just to lure you in. Of course, it's of good quality.
Nai Khun raised his chin at Song Chunzhong: "I'll take all your goods. They'll be loaded onto a ship and sent to Hong Kong tomorrow night."
Song Chunzhong gripped the table with both hands and leaned forward slightly. "The price is very high."
Nai Khun grinned and, without turning his head, ordered, "Leopard!"
Behind him, Cai Bao slammed the leather suitcase he was carrying onto the table between Nai Khun and Song Chunzhong, then opened the suitcase to reveal stacks of brand-new Hong Kong dollars worth five hundred Hong Kong dollars each.
From the moment Cai Bao opened the box, Nai Khun began to observe Song Chunzhong's expression, and when Song Chunzhong saw the Hong Kong dollars in the box, a look of greed perfectly appeared in his eyes.
"We're here from Thailand to do business. We have nothing but money," Nai Khun said arrogantly. "I don't know what price you're asking, but here's a deposit of one million. Once you've loaded the goods onto the ship and settled the accounts, I'll pay you the rest!"
Song Chunzhong laughed heartily a few times, closed the box, and moved a few steps toward himself. "Good! Sir, you are indeed straightforward. May I ask your name?"
"Nai Khun Zhalunwang." Nai Khun withdrew his gaze from Song Chunzhong's hand movements and uttered his name slowly and deliberately.
"I'll have my men start loading the cargo tonight, Mr. Nai Khun. Don't worry, this is Macau. I can guarantee all the goods will be loaded onto the ship before dark tomorrow," Song Chunzhong confidently assured him, then added with a suggestive expression, "Mr. Nai Khun, you've come all this way, how about I take you to some new places tonight? I guarantee it'll be different from what you've experienced in Thailand and Hong Kong."
Behind him Cai Bao and the others' eyes lit up, and they all looked at Nai Khun.
However, Nai Khun seemed uninterested in Song Chunzhong's words, casually waving his hand to indicate his refusal. "I won't trouble Mr. Zhang. I can't stay in Macau for too long; I have some things to take care of."
The group of people immediately Cai Bao deflated.
Upon hearing Nai Khun's words, Song Chunzhong raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, patted his chest, and said, "Mr. Nai Khun, if you need any help, just let me know. I've been in Macau longer than you and am better informed, so I hope I can be of assistance."
"Oh?" Nai Khun grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, as he looked at Song Chunzhong, who exuded an air of arrogance. "If Mr. Zhang is truly well-informed, I'd like to ask you about someone..."
Under the cover of night, Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong is pitch black, with the occasional flash of lights from Marine Police yachts visible in the water, echoing the Qingzhou Lighthouse and Cape D'Aguilar Lighthouse in the distance.
At this moment, the Victoria Harbour public pier was brightly lit, and more than a dozen dockworkers were carrying oil lamps, carrying boxes of goods onto a thousand-ton cargo ship docked at the pier.
Under the glow of the oil lamp, the shipping company's name could be faintly seen in English on the cargo ship, and Brazil flags fluttered in the night wind on both sides of the hull.
"Hurry up! The ship is about to depart!" A Chinese overseer stood atop the piled-up cargo hold, loudly directing a group of dockworkers.
In a shadowy corner of the dock, several figures were quietly watching this scene.
"Brother Zhen, Mr. Sheng just sent word that we should make our move tonight."
In the darkness, Di Zhen stroked the standard-issue pistol in his hand, the gun gleaming coldly.
Di Zhen poked half his face out of the container, observing the cargo ship's every move. Without turning his head, he ordered his companions behind him, "Prepare to make your move as soon as the ship sets sail!"
A series of hushed voices rang out. "We know, Brother Zhen!"
Ugh--
As the last container of cargo was unloaded at the dock, the cargo ship flying the Brazil flag sounded its horn, breaking the silence of the night sky.
Chapter 552 The Storm Begins (Part 1)
In the spacious meeting hall of the two-story Western-style building in the backyard of the Xu Residence mansion, Song Tianyao and Tan Jingwei were added to the room.
Facing a group of real Chinese tycoons in the hall, Song Tianyao and Tan Jingwei now resembled two well-behaved primary school students, sitting upright in their seats with smiles on their faces.
"A-Yao, have you called Mr. He Jiuliu recently?" Yu Shiting didn't even look at Tan Jingwei, and chuckled as he called Song Tianyao: "He's taken my Shuxuan away, saying he's going to Macau to pick out a couple of fashionable clothes for his goddaughter? He implied that he thinks our Shanghai people tailors are too old-fashioned. You should call him when you have time and tell him to bring Shuxuan back to me right away. You can't exactly hold your wedding in Macau, can you?"