The train driver in the courtyard

After putting down the phone.

Yang Jizong first arranged the newspaper matter.

These days, newspapers from North America are distributed directly in Hong Kong and can be bought at any newsstand.

He bought a copy of the Wall Street Journal, turned on the TV, twisted the knob to CNN, and stood in front of the TV with the newspaper.

Click!

The photos were taken and sent to a photo studio for expedited development.

Looking at the young man in the photo, Yang Jizong grinned: "Hey, this young man is more handsome than Li Aiguo."

He looked at Butler Bai and asked, "Old Bai, is that right?"

"Master, what should we do now?" Butler Bai couldn't bear to tell a lie, so he quickly changed the subject.

When it came to business, Yang Jizong no longer cared about showing off. He quickly put the photos and newspapers in an envelope and handed it over.

"Old White, I still have to negotiate with the representatives of International Business Machines, so I'll trouble you to go to Yangcheng.

Remember, you must deliver the envelope to Yangcheng Railway Station and hand it over to Section Chief Chen of the Transportation Department in person."

"Master, don't worry."

Butler Bai took the envelope, put it in his arms, got into a car, and left in a hurry.

Yang Jizong withdrew his gaze, picked up the phone and dialed the Peninsula Hotel.

After answering the call from the representative of IBM, he said bluntly: "One million US dollars, as long as IBM is willing to pay one million US dollars, you can get the world's most advanced high-magnetic pulse reading and writing equipment.

How about it, this price is already quite favorable, right? "

Yang Jizong, thinking of fooling a fool, did it.

But the other party is not a fool.

“One million dollars, dear Mr. Yang, I suggest you buy a plane ticket now, fly to New York, and then take a taxi to Wall Street.”

"Once I get to Wall Street, can I get the money?" Yang Jizong pretended to be stupid.

"No, you take out your pistol and rush into a bank on Wall Street, pointing the gun at the manager in a suit. Only he will be willing to give you a million dollars."

Jack, the representative of International Business Machines Corporation on the other end of the phone, saw that Yang Jizong had no sincerity in negotiating, and his tone became cold.

"Don't worry, I do have this idea."

Yang Jizong laughed twice and hung up the phone.

happy!

Although he didn't know why Li Aiguo did this, he finally felt relieved.

After leaving the office, Yang Jizong's face suddenly became serious.

He changed his clothes and drove a broken car to the second floor of a teahouse in Causeway Bay.

In the box on the second floor, a young man with a cigarette in his mouth was waiting for him.

This man has messy hair covering his face and tattoos on his arms. He looks like a rebellious and bad guy.

That's exactly what happened.

This man's name is Liao Wenjie. His family was killed by the Japanese invaders, and it was Grandpa Yang who saved his life.

After Mr. Yang brought Liao Wenjie to Gangcheng, he also wanted Liao Wenjie to study so that he could have a good future.

However, Liao Wenjie was not born to be a student, but was keen on joining clubs.

After hanging around on the streets for a few years, he actually became an important figure in Xinyi'anli.

Xinyi'an is a society composed of defeated enemy soldiers. After several years of fighting in the port city, it has become a famous "dock gang".

Everyone has their own aspirations, and Mr. Yang can't force them.

Since joining Xinyi'an, Liao Wenjie has also provided a lot of information to the Yang family.

To some extent, Liao Wenjie was an undercover agent planted by the Yang family in the society.

However, neither Mr. Yang nor Yang Jizong considered Liao Wenjie an undercover agent.

Seeing Yang Jizong coming in, Liao Wenjie took his legs off the table, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to Yang Jizong.

"Young Master Yang, I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to have lost a lot of weight. How about it? It's not easy to be a young master. If you don't want to be a young master anymore, why don't you join me in the society? I will find you some adopted sisters and make sure you can be a bridegroom every night."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Yang Jizong was not angry either. After taking the cigarette, he took out his lighter and lit it. After taking a puff, he said, "I heard from Butler Bai that your son skipped three classes last month."

Liao Wenjie had been married for a long time. His wife was an honest female worker and they had a son.

In order to avoid harm to his family, Liao Wenjie asked the Yang family to arrange for his son and daughter-in-law to live in Guangzhou.

Hearing this, Liao Wenjie, who had been nonchalant just now, became serious. He put his feet down from the table, slammed his fist on the table, and roared.

"This brat, when I went back last time, I specifically reminded him to study hard. But he forgot it in the blink of an eye."

Looking at Liao Wenjie's expression, Yang Jizong almost laughed out loud: "You are a father who hangs out on the streets all day long. What's wrong with that? You don't allow your son to learn from you."

Liao Wenjie shook off the ashes from his cigarette: "No!"

He didn't wait for Yang Jizong to continue speaking, and said to him: "Young Master, you called me here today, didn't you just want to have a midnight snack? What are you doing here?"

"What can I do here? Of course I'm here to ask you to do something stupid. Can I ask you to teach me math? You elementary school student!"

Yang Jizong lived with Liao Wenjie for several years when they were young, and he always wanted to persuade him to walk the right path.

Seeing Liao Wenjie change the subject, he became a little angry, flicked the cigarette butt out of his mouth, frowned slightly and said:
"Find a few workers at the dock and spread the word that some equipment Wang Laboratories purchased from Hextech will be shipped to the U.S. next month. It includes an advanced device called a high-magnetic pulse reader."

"Aren't you afraid that the society members will steal the equipment?"

Liao Wenjie's face couldn't be seen clearly because he was wearing a hood, but Yang Jizong could feel his surprise.

Yang Jizong recalled that he was also very surprised when he first heard about this plan, and he sighed in his heart.

He said with a straight face and an unfathomable look: "I have my own arrangements!"

Liao Wenjie: “.”

He knew that Yang Jizong was a boastful person and it was impossible for him to say such profound words.

Well, I must have learned from others.

"Don't worry, this is just a small matter for me."

"Don't show up in person this time. There are a bunch of Vietnamese people coming to Hong Kong recently. Ask them to spread the news."

“You don’t have to spend money to meet Vietnamese people.”

Liao Wenjie paused for a moment and looked at Yang Jizong with a serious look: "Is this a big deal?"

Yang Jizong nodded.

Liao Wenjie asked: "How big is it?"

Yang Jizong shook his head: "I don't know either. I'm just an errand boy."

Liao Wenjie nodded: "I understand!"

Liao Wenjie threw away his cigarette butt, pulled up his hood, and strode out of the box. Before leaving, he reminded: "Some people think you are too handsome, just like the mainlanders, and wanted to investigate your affairs with the mainland, but I stopped them. But you should be careful, it's not a pleasant feeling to be targeted by the big boss of Xinyi An."

Looking at Liao Wenjie's back, Yang Jizong shouted, "Pushi, don't die on the street. I will have to help you with your funeral and collect funeral money, and also help you raise your son. It's so annoying."

"Eat shit, shovel!"

Liao Wenjie didn't even turn his head, raised his middle finger in response, and turned to go downstairs.

Yang Jizong sighed, turned back to the box, bent down to pick up the cigarette butt from the ground, wrapped it in paper and put it in his pocket, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the table and chairs clean, then put on his top hat and strode out of the box.

When we arrived at the first floor, the driver was already waiting at the door.

"Master, where are we going now?"

Yang Jizong opened the back door of the car, sat down in it, and looked out the window at a few young people squatting on the street corner.

Several of them were wearing black work clothes, black baseball caps, work gloves, and their eyes were fixed on his luxury car.

Yang Jizong retracted his gaze and rolled up the car window. "Bolan Street, I heard that there are a few new horses there. They have worked so hard for so long, it's time to give them some vent."

Outside the window, the bustling night scene with fireworks and silver flowers was reflected through the car window onto Yang Jizong's handsome but somewhat lonely face.

It’s so difficult to be a good person in Hong Kong.

(End of this chapter)