"You bastard!" He Zhang flung the newspaper aside.
The headline on the second page read, "The world keeps turning, but we won't blow up-Wing Shing Property Management."
It was an interview dripping with snide insinuations, repeatedly bringing up the recent explosion at Si Hai International.
In the accompanying photo, Zuo Tai was grinning so broadly his gums showed.
Wing Shing Property Management was the property management company under the Hongxing Group.
Si Hai International, meanwhile, dealt in property management and rentals.
Wing Shing Property Management openly sticking the knife in was nothing special. It was business competition, after all, and such things were common.
But the paper was the Oriental Daily, the company belonged to Gu Sheng, and the man was one of Gu Sheng's people.
They had only reached an agreement yesterday to sell the Kowloon Hotel to Gu Sheng, and he had immediately turned around and stabbed them in the back. No wonder He Zhang was so irritated.
That was a pretty rotten move.
Still, He Zhang had little attention to spare for Gu Sheng now. The High Table was the He Family's most pressing problem.
At noon, Gu Sheng was having morning tea with Leung Siu-tong, Zuo Tai, and Ah Tung in Causeway Bay.
"You're pretty photogenic, aren't you? The photographer put a lot of effort into this. Remember to slip him a couple of red envelopes!" Gu Sheng pointed at Zuo Tai in the newspaper and laughed as he spoke to the others.
"I'll have someone deliver them as soon as I get back!" Zuo Tai immediately replied.
He had not given it any thought. If the photographer took a good picture, that was no issue. If he took a bad one, then there would be a problem.
But since Brother Sheng had spoken, he