Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 1053: 1038 [Loyalty to the Sky]

Ten o'clock at midnight -
Just when Du Yongxiao and Jiang Ling'er were in the boudoir, being sweet and loving -
In Bangkok's largest "Black Coconut Nightclub", Yan Xiong, a short and fat man in his fifties, sat in the main seat of a private banquet in high spirits. On his left and right sat a hostess who was at most 17 or 18 years old and could be his daughter.

Two good-looking girls held Yan Xiong's arms, smiling sweetly. The one on the left helped Yan Xiong hold the wine glass and feed him wine, while the one on the right helped Yan Xiong serve the food, more skillfully than Yan Xiong could eat and drink with his own hands.

"Master Yan, you must have a good time when you come to Bangkok this time. Bangkok is very nice, with good food and fun. Especially the beauties here, the service is even better, much more enjoyable than in Hong Kong! Thai massage is very famous, and you can enjoy absolutely authentic service here!"

"Yes, it is a great honor for us, the Bangkok Chinese Chamber of Commerce, to invite you, Master Yan, to come over for a drink. In the future, we will need your help to take care of our business!"

The people who were talking were two wealthy men sitting opposite Yan Xiong. Both of them were the chairman and vice chairman of the General Chinese Chamber of Commerce. One was called Li Peng Baicai and the other was called Zhao Jinbao.

There were three other people accompanying them, all of whom were directors of the Bangkok Chinese Chamber of Commerce and were among the best Chinese businessmen in the area.

Businessmen are the most well-informed and the most shrewd. When they learned that Du Yongxiao controlled the two major parties in Bangkok, the Democratic Party and the National Congress Party, and actually controlled Bangkok's political arena remotely, they began to think about how to climb up to Du Yongxiao's high branch.

Unfortunately, Du Yongxiao is not someone that ordinary people can contact or see now. If you don’t have a certain status, you won’t even have the chance to say a word to Du Yongxiao.

Helplessly, Peng Baicai, Zhao Jinbao and others had to find other ways and start from the people around Du Yongxiao. Yan Xiong soon came into their sight, and they thought they could make friends with Du Yongxiao through Yan Xiong.

They all chose Yan Xiong after careful consideration, for three main reasons.

First, Yan Xiong had helped the Fujian Gang before and had a good relationship with them. This time when he came to Bangkok, he established a deep friendship with them. They could have gotten to know Yan Xiong through the Fujian Gang.

Second, Yan Xiong used to be the Chinese detective chief in Hong Kong. It is said that he is very smooth and righteous. As long as you are willing to spend money, he will help you with things. This kind of old fox is actually very easy to deal with, much better than those old pedants.

Third, Yan Xiong's status in Du Yongxiao's side is very important. Apart from anything else, it is said that Yan Xiong is the "godson" of Du Yongxiao, the great tycoon Du. Du Yongxiao trusts him immensely. Based on this point alone, no one can match him.

It is precisely because of this that the Bangkok Chinese Chamber of Commerce has been keeping a close eye on Yan Xiong and has specially hosted a banquet for him tonight.

Seeing everyone fawning and respectful to him, Yan Xiong felt extremely comfortable. He had been in the limelight like this in Hong Kong before, and everyone treated him like a star. He didn't expect that he could still be so majestic in Bangkok now. Thinking carefully, it was all thanks to his godfather Du Yongxiao. Yan Xiong felt proud and felt that everything he did before was right, especially the move of asking Du Yongxiao to be his godfather, which was simply a stroke of genius. At the beginning, everyone ridiculed him for being thick-skinned and servile, and asking Du Yongxiao, a young man, to be his father at such an old age. Now, everyone must be envious of him!
"Hahaha, everything about you two can be settled easily!" Yan Xiong said, "This is Bangkok, Thai territory, but we are Chinese. What do we Chinese value most? It's loyalty and brotherhood! No matter how far you and I are from each other, we are both descendants of Yan and Huang, daughters of China. Since we are a family, of course family members should help each other!"

When Peng Baiwan, chairman of the Bangkok Chinese Chamber of Commerce, heard Yan Xiong's words, he immediately became excited: "I didn't expect that you, Mr. Yan, are so generous, so loyal, and so particular about national justice and blood ties! I won't say much else. Come on, brothers, let's toast to Mr. Yan together!"

Peng Baiwan stood up as he spoke, and deliberately rolled up his shirt sleeves to expose his arms, acting like a generous man of the world, and raised his glass with excitement.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinbao and others immediately stood up, and even the dozen or so hostesses stood up, either holding wine glasses or picking up wine jugs to refill everyone's drinks.

"cheers!"

"Thank you for your help, Master Yan!"

"Thank you, Master Yan, for your support!"

"From now on, we have Master Yan protecting us, and we are no longer afraid of those evil officials in Bangkok!"

"Yes, Master Yan is Mr. Du's man. Mr. Du can scare the shit out of those Thai guys with just one word!"

"Hahaha! Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses to Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong was extremely happy. He didn't even stand up. He just sat there with an attitude of a big boss, waiting for the girl next to him to hand him the wine glass. Then he took a sip in front of everyone.

Everyone drank it all in one gulp, not daring to keep even a drop of the wine.

Seeing that Yan Xiong just took a sip of wine, Peng Baiwan took the lead in applauding.

Others also cheered, which made Yan Xiong feel a little embarrassed and seemed insincere, so he sipped from the wine glass and finished it in one gulp.

"Good!" Peng Baiwan applauded this time.

"Master Yan has a huge capacity!"

"Who is Master Yan? He was the former Chinese detective who often drank wine as tea!"

Waves of flattery came pouring in, making Yan Xiong so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

Then someone took the initiative to toast Yan Xiong. Yan Xiong was overwhelmed by everyone's flattery and accepted all the toasts. Soon his face turned red from drinking and sweat broke out on his forehead. The girl next to him took out a scented towel and gently wiped his forehead. Her movements were careful and attentive, and the service was indeed thoughtful.

The banquet continued, and a group of people started to urge each other to drink, and Yan Xiong also drank at this time.

Having been with Du Yongxiao for so many years, he has been very cautious in everything he does, fearing that something might go wrong, and his nerves are on edge every day.

Now that it was a rare opportunity to relax, he had no scruples or the reserve of pretending to be a big shot. Before the banquet was halfway through, ten bottles of the best domestic Feitian Moutai had been drunk. Yan Xiong's old face was covered with red after the alcohol. He stared with a pair of triangular eyes at the people at the table who were already drunk but kept showing their good will to him. His left hand was on his mother's shoulder, and his right hand was swaying as he raised the wine glass in his hand. He no longer had the previous spirited look. There was a bit of naivety on his slightly fat and cunning face. His words were a little unclear, but he was still shouting, "Come on, my godfather actually likes Moutai very much. I have become quite skilled by following him. Who wouldn't accept it? Come on, let's have a few drinks!"

Everyone at the table admitted defeat one after another, and Yan Xiong grinned and laughed out loud, like a victorious old child.

"Uncle Yan, let me not say anything else. We really admire your drinking capacity! But we admire your character even more!" Peng Baiwan took the opportunity to say.

"Yes, we especially admire you for your courage to help and your promise to help us!" said Zhao Jinbao.

"Uncle Yan, you also know that our Chinese Chamber of Commerce has always been working for the welfare of our compatriots, and there are not many businesses we can do in Thailand. In addition to the traditional foot washing and massage, we can also open Chinese restaurants, but these are not profitable." Peng Baiwan began to get to the point.

"Yes, we can't do the most profitable rice, fruit, and rubber export business here!" Zhao Jinbao and Peng Baiwan said in unison, "We can only do some marginal business and occasionally supply them with goods, but we can't supply too much. If we are discovered, we will be in trouble!"

Yan Xiong stared with his triangular eyes: "What do you mean, is there anyone who dares to embarrass you? Tell me, who is so powerful?"

"Haha, Master Yan, you also know this person!"

"Yes, that's the one... ahem, Miss Jiang Ling'er Jiang!"

"Uh! Ahem!" Yan Xiong burped and then started coughing. "Who are you talking about?" "Jiang Ling'er, Miss Jiang." Peng Baiwan repeated what he had just said. "You know, she once saved the King of Thailand, so in order to repay her kindness, the King of Thailand allowed her to monopolize this business, and none of us Chinese businessmen can participate."

Yan Xiong blinked his triangular eyes, sobering up a little. "You mean to let me talk to Mr. Du and let you do the rice, fruit, and rubber business, and stop Miss Jiang from monopolizing it?"

"Yes, yes! That's exactly what we mean!"

"Mr. Du is a man of great virtue and righteousness. He must understand our difficulties!"

"To be honest, monopoly is really bad and wrong. With what Miss Jiang did, everyone has lost their ambition and the prices of rice, fruit and rubber have not fluctuated much."

Others spoke up one after another.

Yan Xiong's drunkenness faded a little after hearing what everyone said. He looked at everyone's smiling faces in a daze. After a few seconds, he looked at Peng Baiwan who picked up the chopsticks to help him pick up the food: "That being said, but...you should know what the relationship between Miss Jiang and Mr. Du is. Now you want me to ruin Miss Jiang's plan, what if--"

"I'll have to trouble you, Master Yan. No one else has the courage to do this! In ancient times, what was this called? A death-defying remonstrance! I believe Mr. Du is also a person who knows right from wrong and can consider the livelihoods of all of us without favoring anyone!" Peng Baiwan personally delivered a piece of colorful Hundred Flowers Roll to Yan Xiong's plate, his attitude was both respectful and flattering, "So, thank you for your hard work, Master Yan!"

"Yes, Master Yan, we can't survive without you!"

"Master Yan is kind and righteous, he will definitely not reject anyone!"

For these Chinese businessmen, there is nothing they can do about it.

At the beginning, these people were running a booming rice, fruit and rubber business in Bangkok. Everyone was making money and could support their families.

But ever since Jiang Ling'er suddenly appeared, not only did she seize their business territory, but she also relied on the support of the King of Thailand and did not allow them to run the rice, fruit and rubber business anymore.

It was bad enough that the industry that we relied on for livelihood was taken away by others, but now it is directly monopolized by others, which is even more tragic.

Yan Xiong quickly turned his brain, which had been anesthetized by alcohol.

He knew exactly what these people wanted him to do, and he also understood what "dying advice" meant!
He didn't want to learn from Lin Xiangru who banged his head against a pillar. He was only in his fifties, still very young compared to many people, and had a bright future waiting for him to develop. He couldn't die so easily because of this group of people.

Yan Xiong pretended to be calm and took out a cigarette. Peng Baiwan hurriedly picked up a match, lit it with a click, and helped Yan Xiong light the cigarette.

Yan Xiong held a cigarette in one hand and chopsticks in the other and said casually: "It's not impossible to help you, but this matter needs to be considered carefully. After all, it concerns Mr. Du——"

"That being said, we can't wait!"

"Yes, even if we can wait, our families and the workers in our company can't! They are all waiting for us to start working and eating!"

"That's right. We all have to work to make ends meet. If we don't work, we will starve to death!"

"Master Yan, you are very understanding. You don't want to see us with no one to turn to for help, right?"

Everyone's words were so sincere and heartfelt that even if Yan Xiong was cunning and slippery, he couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant.

He has been wandering around Bangkok these days and has seen many rubber plantation workers on strike, and those picking bananas have even less work to do. The reason for this is that Jiangling'er Company has monopolized the business, causing these rubber and banana plantations to lose business and the workers to be idle.

Especially the banana business, which relies on the season to survive. The workers who pick bananas are facing the risk of being replaced by monkeys. Survival is already difficult enough, and the current situation is even more difficult.

"Okay! Stop talking!" Yan Xiong could no longer hear what others were saying. He took a deep puff of his cigarette and suddenly said something excitedly.

Everyone fell silent and looked at him nervously.

Yan Xiong exhaled a puff of smoke, his triangular eyes flashed with light as he said, "I know that this dinner tonight is not delicious, but I didn't expect that I would knock my teeth! But I'm not afraid, you all said that I, Yan Xiong, am a man who understands the big picture. People have to do something in this world. This is called doing something and not doing something!"

Yan Xiong stood up after he finished speaking. "I have received all your words. I will talk to Mr. Du tomorrow. I cannot let you go hungry because of Miss Jiang's business! Besides--"

Yan Xiong glanced at everyone and added: "Besides, we are all Chinese!"

This sentence was said with great force and impact.

Peng Baiwan, Zhao Jinbao and others originally thought that Yan Xiong would refuse to help, but they did not expect Yan Xiong to be so open-hearted, and were stunned for a moment.

Suddenly everyone came to their senses and immediately applauded: "Master Yan, you are so awesome!"

The sound was deafening, echoing throughout the private room.

Yan Xiong looked at the excited expressions of these people and the constant applause and praise ringing in his ears, and suddenly he felt a sense of heroic spirit: "I will go forward even if there are tens of thousands of people against me."

He grabbed the wine glass, "Come on, let's drink!"

"Cheers! Let's toast to Master Yan!" everyone shouted, fearing that Yan Xiong would regret it when he woke up, and they wanted Yan Xiong to write a written agreement when they clinked glasses.

"Come on, let's give a toast to Yi Bo Yun Tian Yan!"

"Dry!"

Yan Xiong drank the wine glass in one gulp.

Strong liquor goes down my throat,

Spicy!

Bitter!

Just like Yan Xiong’s bumpy life!

People, sometimes they have to live for justice, don't they?
(End of this chapter)