Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 50: No Mercy After All

Once the business deal is done, all that's left is mutual flattery.

"Mr. Song, you are too modest." Huang Lei's tone softened, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible appreciation: "Anyone who can raise those questions is no novice. Cooperation is a long-term endeavor, so it's always better to address the issues upfront than to argue and damage relationships later."

She gestured to her assistant to put the documents away, then took out a gold-embossed personal business card from her exquisite crocodile leather handbag, held it between two slender fingers, and gently pushed it in front of Song Zhaowen.

"Mr. Song, this is my personal contact information; for further specific discussions, I will have Director Li from the Group's Business Department and colleagues from the Legal Department directly contact you. I hope we can reach an agreement as soon as possible so that 'Man Kee Beef Balls' can be distributed throughout Hong Kong through Chung Tin's channels at an early date."

Song Zhaowen picked up the business card and glanced at it. The card had a simple and elegant design, containing only the name "Huang Lei" and a mobile phone number, without any title, but it was of excellent quality. He casually stuffed the card into his shirt pocket, as naturally as putting away a tissue.

"Miss Huang, you're too kind. I also hope the cooperation goes smoothly." He stood up, indicating that he wanted to see her out: "My place is rather simple, so I won't keep Miss Huang any longer; Rongtian, please see Miss Huang out for me."

Huang Lei also rose gracefully and nodded slightly to Song Zhaowen: "Mr. Song, please wait. I look forward to seeing you again."

"must."

Wait until the guests have left.

Song Zhaowen dialed Grandpa Fu's number.

"Master Fu, if you have time, have your second young master come to me to sign the Tsz Wan Shan agency contract."

"Hahaha, Ah Wen, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You smart guy, we can share the food and the money! I'll have Ah Bin come find you right away; this kid's been so bored lately, it'll be a good opportunity for him to learn some legitimate ways of doing business from you." The hearty laughter on the other end of the phone clearly showed that he was very pleased with Song Zhaowen's "sensible" and efficient manner.

"Master Fu, you flatter me. It's the Second Young Master who's looking after me," Song Zhaowen said respectfully, but his face remained expressionless. "Then I'll wait for him at the factory."

What do you mean by caring for one's hometown? It's all an act for Huang Lei's benefit!

Two days ago, Master Zhengxing had already made a call to see if Song Zhaowen could do him a favor and give the agency rights for Ciyunshan to his second son.

It wasn't that Master Fu was greedy for such a small amount of money; most of the businesses he ran were in the gray market.

Man Kee Beef Balls is a rare legitimate business, and Master Fu also needs to think about his family. He has two sons, one to take over the shady business and the other to find a legitimate one, so that if something happens in the future, the family won't be wiped out.

This is called risk diversification.

What Huang Lei saw was a young entrepreneur who valued loyalty and never forgot his roots; what Fu Ye heard was a capable young man who was sensible, respectful to his elders.

Both sides were satisfied and felt they had gotten what they wanted.

Killing three birds with one stone.

"Brother Wen, what about Master Fu..." Xiao Zhuoxiao walked in, his face asking. He had vaguely overheard the conversation on the phone.

"Yes, the agency for Tsz Wan Shan will be handed over to Master Fu's second son, Ah Bin." Song Zhaowen turned around, his tone calm. "Later, you'll prepare a simple letter of intent for agency, with terms following the framework I discussed with Miss Huang. The region will be limited to Tsz Wan Shan, and the supply volume and price management should be clearly stated. Also, transfer two quick-witted and discreet old brothers from the factory to work with Ah Bin. Ostensibly, they'll help manage it, but in reality..." He paused, "You know what to do."

Xiao Zhuoxiao immediately understood: "Understood, Brother Wen. I will instruct the brothers to keep a close eye on things and not let the Second Young Master do anything reckless that could ruin our cooperation with Huang Tian, ​​and also... don't let him reach into places he shouldn't."

Amidst the rising smoke, he reviewed the day's negotiations. The framework for cooperation with Huangtian Group had been established. Although the process was a battle of wits, the outcome was positive, and the stepping stones for future growth had been laid. The agency rights for Ciyunshan were also smoothly handled, appeasing Master Fu.

Everything was progressing according to his plan, even more smoothly than he had anticipated.

Nine Dragons, Yibin Temple.

With trembling hands, Ding Xiaoxie pulled back the white cloth covering the corpse, revealing a completely carbonized body. The body was twisted and the limbs were curled up, showing how much pain the person had suffered before death.

The stench of the corpse and its gruesome state caused Ding Wangxie and Ding Lixie to retreat repeatedly, even though the corpse was their second brother.

Enraged, Ding Xiaoxie pressed Ding Wangxie and Ding Lixie's heads close to the corpses.

"What are you hiding for? Come and see for yourselves! Look how badly your second brother has been harmed!"

Ding Wangxie's face turned pale, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited; Ding Lixie was so frightened that his legs went weak and his teeth chattered.

"Look closely, this is your second brother!" Ding Xiaoxie's eyes were bloodshot. "Our Ding family will avenge this debt tenfold, a hundredfold!"

He abruptly released his grip, and Ding Wangxie and Ding Lixie staggered backward, panting heavily, still shaken.

Ding Xiaoxie's chest heaved violently. He walked to the cold metal cabinet in the morgue and slammed his fist hard on the cabinet door, making a loud "bang" that dented the cabinet.

Ding Wangxie cautiously stepped forward and whispered, "Brother, the cops said it was an accident. Who are we going to take revenge on?"

"Old wiring? Accidental fire? What utter bullshit! His hideout was just rewired last month! How could it be such a coincidence?!"

"Investigate! Find everyone who has recently had a conflict with the second brother, leave no one out!"

"My second brother... he's usually a bit impulsive, and he's probably offended quite a few people."

"Then kill them all!" Ding Xiaoxie whirled around, his eyes like poisoned knives fixed on his two brothers. "Every single one of them, better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free! My brothers cannot die in vain. I want everyone to know what happens to those who mess with the Ding family."

He walked back to the morgue, panting heavily, and covered Ding Yixie's body again with a white sheet. His movements were unusually gentle for a moment, but the next second, his fingers dug into the rough white cloth.

"Second brother, don't worry." Ding Xiaoxie said to the corpse under the white sheet, each word low and audible only to himself, "Big brother will definitely avenge you. Everyone who offended you will come to justice. I will use their blood to pay tribute to you!"

(Let's put the career path aside for now; the next part will be about the martial arts world.)