Rebirth in Hong Kong: The Tallest Tree Catches the Most Wind

Chapter 93 Shining My Shoes

Weng Jinghe is now as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

The New Beauty Nightclub is now completely shut down.

The materials couldn't get in, the interior renovations were halted, and he was also under pressure from calls in Mexico inquiring about the progress.

down one day.

Weng Jinghe didn't even get a hot meal before trying to build a relationship with the foreigners, acting like a pushover everywhere, but he couldn't get anywhere.

We contacted several suppliers for the building materials, and finally one of them dared to take the order.

but.

Before the car even entered the market, the floorboards were completely smashed, not to mention the decorations.

This brought everything to a complete standstill.

"What do you mean?" Weng Jinghe called Egg Tart: "How did your talk with the people from Hexingsheng go?"

Egg Tart replied listlessly, "As soon as they heard it was about this, they refused outright."

Actually.

He hadn't even met with any of the people from Hexingsheng, so how could Hexingsheng have offended Heji in this matter?

The only way to loosen the restrictions is to spend money on medicine.

but.

Old Zhong, the resident boss of Hexingsheng, pointed out a clear path for Egg Tart: "Your Yihe Group definitely can't cover this up."

"You'd better think of a way to break through Hutchison's defenses!"

Egg Tart's eyes flickered, lost in thought, as Wu Tianyao came to mind.

He called Wu Tianyao, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, he revealed his purpose: "Ayao, could you act as a go-between in this matter?!"

"Sure, no problem." Wu Tianyao readily agreed, but upon hearing it was Weng Jinghe, he exclaimed, "Take it! That bastard Weng Jinghe? Anyone else is fine, but not him!"

"His mother's ass! Weng Jinghe is incredibly arrogant. I'm already being very lenient with the gang by not chopping him up right now, daring to embarrass me like that!"

Hearing the forcefulness in Wu Tianyao's words, Egg Tart could only smile awkwardly and say nothing more.

They made no progress.

Weng Jinghe was completely panicked and wouldn't give her any egg tarts: "This won't work, that won't work, you guys can't handle this at all! You're a lousy gang."

Although Egg Tart didn't like listening to Weng Jinghe, he was still the boss.

He was also counting on the opening of Weng Jinghe's new venue, hoping they could earn a little extra money each month.

Egg Tart hesitated for a moment, then offered his solution: "It's not that there's no way. Does Wu Tianyao remember?"

"He sells herbal tea at Hutchison Wharf and is quite familiar with Mr. Cheung; they've had dinner together before."

He lowered his voice: "The only way to break this deadlock is to go to Wu Tianyao; perhaps there's still a chance."

"impossible!"

Without even thinking, Weng Jinghe refused outright, coldly scoffing, "Choose that star? You want me to go find that loser? No way!"

At this time, Weng Jinghe still had a lot of pride and a high opinion of himself.

but.

He immediately lost his tough stance.

He discovered that Zihuaxin was really just the leader of a shabby gang, with no real power whatsoever.

this matter.

They can't solve it.

He had already invested a lot of money in Xinjiali, and it wasn't that he hadn't considered changing locations at this point.

but.

Weng Jinghe is now famous, and no property owner is willing to rent a doorway to him.

This moment.

Weng Jinghe became listless.

He refused to back down, and neither did the flowery letters or egg tarts; he was left to fend for himself.

at last.

Weng Jinghe's anger completely vanished, and he called Egg Tart: "Find Wu Tianyao, can he handle this?!"

"I don't know." Egg Tart didn't offer any guarantees, only saying, "If Wu Tianyao can't handle it either, you can go back to Mexico."

"good!"

Weng Jinghe had no choice but to grit his teeth and nod: "Let's still have dinner at Fu Lin Men."

Egg Tart responded, "You figure out how to talk to him yourself."

"His cooperation with Hutchison mainly involved the docks. There was a smuggling car boss there, surnamed Lei, who was a relative of Hutchison's second son!"

Having said all that, how could Weng Jinghe not understand the meaning?

Wu Tianyao will make a fool of himself again, just like he did last time.

Weng Jinghe drove to Kwai Chung Container Terminal 4 and stood outside in the scorching sun for half an hour before being called inside.

Boss Lei sat on the sofa, not even raising his head, and didn't invite Weng Jinghe to sit down. He said coldly, "Looking at cars? What kind of car do you want?"

"Pingzhi," Weng Jinghe said, stating his needs.

"Not bad." Boss Lei flipped through the vehicle registration certificate in his hand: "Giving it away? To whom?"

"Wu Tianyao".

"Ah...it's Yao..." Boss Lei drawled, "Yao doesn't like the Mercedes-Benz, he looked at a Bentley here."

"He drives a Bentley for business; it's the kind of car middle-aged bosses prefer. He's young and successful, and he seems quite experienced."

Boss Lei tossed out a file folder and tapped it: "Here, a Continental GT. The price has been negotiated for him, and the car is ready. One million."

Upon hearing the price, Weng Jinghe's eyelids twitched: "!!!"

He really wanted to say, "You're fucking robbing people! You can't even make a fortune from smuggling cars, even at 600,000 yuan."

You fucking want a million!

This is blatant robbery; Boss Lei is a relative of Ersha.

You have to buy this car from him; whatever he says goes.

Weng Jinghe had no choice but to agree: "Then this one will do. I'll pay for it. Wu Tianyao can drive it away later."

Boss Lei finally raised his head and glanced at Weng Jinghe: "Tiao, what role do you play?"

He immediately rebuked him: "I have to call him Ah Yao when I see him. What right do you have to call him Wu Tianyao?!"

Weng Jinghe's lips moved slightly: "Yes... I should call him Brother Yao!"

Paying money to be treated like a grandson perfectly describes Weng Jinghe today.

After finally getting things sorted out here, Weng Jinghe called Zihua Xin.

Zi Huaxin approached Wu Tianyao, revealing his identity as the gang leader, and Wu Tianyao reluctantly agreed.

evening.

Six o'clock.

The Mercedes drove to the herbal tea shop on Qingshan Road, and Zi Huaxin waited for a while before picking up Wu Tianyao who came out of the shop.

"Ah Yao".

Zi Huaxin chuckled and handed him a cigarette: "This time, Mr. Weng is counting on you to make a living. Give this old man some face and help him out."

"How can I refuse when you ask, Lao Ding?" Wu Tianyao shrugged and said nonchalantly, "As for whether I can help him, I can't guarantee it. We'll see."

Zi Huaxin knew what Wu Tianyao meant, smiled and nodded, then called to the driver, "Slow down, you idiot! The night view from Tsim Sha Tsui is so beautiful, why are you driving so fast?!"

It was supposed to be 6:30.

Weng Jinghe sat in the private room until eight o'clock before he saw him and Zi Huaxin come in one after the other.

Egg Tart nudged Weng Jinghe with his elbow, but Weng Jinghe, unwilling to give up, still got up.

He went up to Wu Tianyao, took the suit jacket he had taken off, draped it over his shoulders, and pulled out a chair for him: "Brother Yao, please sit down."

Wu Tianyao sat down with an air of authority, and only after sitting down did he belatedly realize, "Oh, isn't this Boss Weng?!"

He quickly stood up from his seat: "How could I let Mr. Weng pull out a chair for me?"

Weng Jinghe quickly put on a smile and said, "No, no, it's what I should do, Brother Yao."

Wu Tianyao stepped onto the stool, his arm pressing against his knee: "My shoes are a bit dirty, polish them for me."