nucmednet Chapter 1338 Without Zhang the Butcher, I'd still have to eat hairy pigs?
Chapter 1338 Without Zhang the Butcher, I'd still have to eat hairy pigs?
Robert tried to calm himself down and said,
"My lord, there's really no way to persuade the Yihe Trading Company. The men I sent couldn't even get through the door. I'm at my wit's end."
Da Bao nodded. Indeed, Jardine Matheson had a powerful background; it was one of the three arms dealers in London. During World War II, its main business was arms trading, and it later took advantage of the chaos to acquire a large number of properties in Hong Kong.
With these properties in hand, whatever projects the government wants to develop, they must get their consent; otherwise, they will be the biggest holdouts.
Da Bao and his group stood at the crossroads, shouts, yells, and screams coming from behind them. Thick smoke billowed from the Governor's Mansion; the rioters had finally thrown Molotov cocktails into the mansion.
All the police officers shouted, and several squads surrounded the rioters.
Da Bao didn't even turn his head, he just gave a cold laugh.
“Give them a little leeway and they'll start to act recklessly. Do they really think Hong Kong belongs to them? It's just a few Star Ferry ships. Do they think they've got the lifeline of the Xiang River in their hands?”
Robert, since he's so heartless, don't blame us for being ruthless too. Go back and prepare a press conference to start a ferry company and a minibus company.
The name will be Beidouxing (Big Dipper). I will hold 51% of the shares, you will hold 14%, and the remaining 35% will go to the government.
The ferry runs from Kowloon to Hong Kong Island and then to Tsim Sha Tsui, with four daily departures: morning, noon, afternoon, and evening. Each departure has two boats. What's the price? Adult tickets are 10 cents; children under 1.2 meters tall are free.
The minibus company operates from Kowloon to the New Territories, Hong Kong Island to Mong Kok, and the New Territories to Tsim Sha Tsui. Each route has twelve minibuses per day, running every two hours, and the fare is the same: one cent.
I refuse to believe that without Zhang the Butcher, I'd still have to eat hairy pork.
Robert's mouth dropped open. My goodness! What a windfall! Even though it only costs one cent per person, there are twelve minibuses on each route every day...
If Hong Kong residents take the ride twice a day, that would amount to hundreds or even tens of thousands of people making round trips daily. Little by little, it adds up. Moreover, according to the Duke, he would fund the ride himself, with the government providing the manpower, and he would get a 14% stake without even contributing any effort.
He trembled all over because the money was earned honestly. He wished he could kneel down and lick Da Bao's shoe soles in front of everyone. He secretly vowed that even the Empress could not replace the Duke in his heart.
"I've already arranged for people to purchase ships and minibuses from the automotive industry in London and Germany, including Mercedes-Benz. The first batch of thirty minibuses is expected to arrive in Hong Kong early next month. As for the ferry, I've urged them to expedite the process."
Denmark has placed their order with me; eight ferries will arrive at the beginning of next month. As for the personnel, that's something you'll need to take care of.
Robert said repeatedly.
"No problem, no problem, I'll take care of this."
Dabao nodded.
"I'm going to Macau the day after tomorrow. Sands International and Palace of Eternal Joy are opening. I heard that people from Singapore, Taiwan, and Japan have chartered entire flights to Macau to make a fortune. I'm going to see what kind of big shots they are. You keep an eye on things in Hong Kong."
"Don't worry, sir. It's very easy for us to go to Macau now. There are six ships that shuttle passengers around all day. As long as we Hong Kong residents have our ID cards, we can go to Macau. We don't even need visas. It's so convenient."
"Yes, that's why when Hong Kong prospers, the people prosper, and when the people prosper, Hong Kong will prosper even more."
Chen Xijiu ran over, his face covered in black and white patches, and his helmet was gone.
"Master..."
Da Bao turned around, straightened his clothes, and tossed him a handkerchief.
"Can't you be a little more reliable? It's because of your instability that you didn't become the head of the investigation department. If you keep acting so recklessly, you'll be wearing a military uniform tomorrow."
Chen Xijiu scratched his head sheepishly and said in a low voice.
"When I got home yesterday, my two wives scolded me for half the night. Even my daughter said I was too soft and weak, like a woman. I think it's alright?"
Da Bao laughed heartily. He might believe Rose scolding him half the night, but that fourth concubine loved him to the core; she wouldn't even utter a single word against him, let alone scold him. He thought men like this were lucky—lazy, aimless, and never doing anything good.
"Why did you rush here in such a hurry? You're not here to complain to me about your wife scolding you, are you?"
Chen Xijiu then remembered the important matter and quickly spoke up.
"Young Master, just as you predicted, those guys with skull masks on their faces were all carrying weapons. They thought we were all in military uniforms and didn't carry guns."
When we tried to arrest him, he resisted, and we subdued two of them on the spot. The rest of the men were also arrested.
"Are any of our brothers injured or killed?"
"Snake Boy Ming, he was shot in the arm and has been taken to the hospital. Two other brothers suffered minor injuries, but they are not serious and have been bandaged."
Dabao nodded.
“The injured brothers will receive triple pay. During their recovery at home, their wages will be paid normally. In addition, you will give each of them an extra HKD 10,000. Remember, this is your own money.”
Chen Xijiu chuckled and quickly agreed. That was his good point; he would do whatever Da Bao asked him to do without ever asking why or worrying about the money.
"Alo's funeral is tomorrow, you'll come with me."
"Yes, Master."
The thought of Lei Luo made Da Bao feel depressed. Lei Luo was an exceptional talent, intelligent and resourceful. Da Bao had originally wanted to groom him as his successor, but unfortunately, he didn't have that good fortune.
……
Lui Lok's funeral hall was no longer as deserted as it had been a few days ago; now it was bustling with people. All the bigwigs and influential figures in Hong Kong had come. Lui Lok's funeral was tomorrow.
Many people were keeping vigil tonight. Lei Luo's wife, Bai Susu, knelt before the coffin with her children, while her father sat behind her.
Bai Susu's father is Lao Jia Bai Fan Yu, who runs a casino. He is a senior figure in the family and is sworn brothers with Wang Lao Ji. However, his territory is in Saigon. Lei Luo had offered him a new territory several times, but he refused. It seems that these old guys know how to advance and retreat and understand the nuances of social interaction.
Bai Fanyu also has a group of brothers under his command, all of whom used to be dockworkers. They are all burly and strong, and although they are now in their thirties or forties, they are still full of energy.
Piggy was dressed in mourning clothes and had to act as the host, welcoming and seeing off guests. He had been busy all day and his legs were no longer his own, but he was still struggling to hold on. He had to accompany Brother Luo on his final journey.