money player

"He has women outside the marriage."

"You already know, so it seems he didn't keep it a secret."

"It was just a coincidence."

"Ah."

Wang Youjia picked up his wine glass and said quietly, "This year's two typhoons have blown away the pride of many people. A few days ago, some people resorted to underhanded tactics, and some succumbed to men who had ill intentions towards them at past banquets. For the sake of a meal, they trampled on their past dignity."

"Social wealth can increase or decrease. Currently, Taiwan's wealth is being eroded by inflation, and the total amount of social wealth is shrinking. Social wealth will transfer from A's pocket to B's pocket, from B's pocket to C's pocket, and then from C's pocket back to A's pocket. This is a normal and reasonable flow of wealth."

"If you only go outwards and have no way to bring things back, you'll inevitably fall into ruin one day. Although the objective reality in Taiwan will lead to a group of people falling into ruin, the speed should absolutely not be this fast. Living off one's savings without knowing how to cut expenses, and selling oneself to make a living, is only deserved; there's no need to sympathize with them."

Wang Youjia looked up and stared at Xian Yaowen's face. "You are an outsider, so you can observe coldly. I am an insider, so I can't help but empathize."

“You’re no longer an insider. You offered me an olive branch and forced it into my hands, expecting me to hand it to you. You’re the elder sister, so I have no choice but to obey. You grabbed the olive branch and climbed out, putting on a layer of armor to protect your dignity.”

Xian Yaowen leaned close to Wang Youjia's ear and whispered, "Withdrawing cash is withdrawing cash, and going to bed is going to bed. The two things are independent of each other, have no subordinate relationship, and cannot be said to complement each other."

Whether it's the older sister or the right family, the choice is always yours. If you don't sleep with me, you won't lose anything, and if you do sleep with me, you won't gain anything more.

When Wang Po was telling Ximen Qing about his romantic affairs, she suggested that there were five conditions for successfully winning someone's heart. I have the first four, but I'm lacking the fifth one. I'm too busy to have much free time.

In short, I never believe that women should have to compromise or endure humiliation to sleep with me. Just think about it: if I had the gimmick of being a playboy, and acted as a lackey, those rich boss ladies would line up to give me their services (and money).

Wang Youjia rolled his eyes at Xian Yaowen, then chuckled and said, "I have to say, you really can handle this job."

"So, there's no need to worry. Apart from my child's mother, no other woman can expect me to sleep with her or take money from my pocket."

Another eye roll, and Wang Youjia's smile grew even brighter. "You're so arrogant. Do you think you're Jia Baoyu?"

Sin Yiu-man took a sip of wine and said slowly, "There are many different opinions about who wrote 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' and there is no convincing one. Let's just assume that it was written by Cao Xueqin. He was from Jiangning and also had the surname Cao. He was very likely related to Cao Yin. His grandfather and father may have been affiliated with the Cao family, and his mother may have been a servant in the Cao family's inner quarters."

"Hmm? Why don't you accept the claim that Cao Xueqin was Cao Yin's grandson?"

"When the Cao family fell, Cao Xueqin was already a teenager. If he was Cao Yin's grandson, it means he played Jia Baoyu for more than ten years. You can read 'Dream of the Red Chamber' from Jia Baoyu's perspective and you will find it increasingly strange the more you read it."

How to make eggplant casserole and how to make sour bamboo shoot and chicken skin soup are things that a young master wouldn't pay attention to, much less record or recreate.

If Cao Xueqin was born into a household, everything makes sense. He witnessed the grandeur of the Cao family mansion and could write about it with such vivid detail, but he was merely an observer. The delicious food he saw while secretly watching from the shadows always made his mouth water, leaving a lasting impression on him.

Wang Youjia said thoughtfully, "Reading 'Dream of the Red Chamber' from the perspective of a servant born into a wealthy family?"

"You can give it a try, you might discover something, but that's not what I'm talking about. 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is mainly based on the Cao family of the Jiangning Imperial Textile Bureau. Do you know what the Jiangning Imperial Textile Bureau did?"

Wang Youjia said calmly, "The government-run white gloves are a matter of life and death. When the emperor needs them, they will enjoy wealth and honor; when he doesn't, they will be executed and their families wiped out. The outcome was predetermined from the very beginning."

"Under the vast sky, all land belongs to the king. In the past, time was slow, and one could not escape the king's land even if one spent one's entire life. Now times have changed. In just a few seconds, news from Taipei can reach New York. The golden age of white gloves has arrived, and no one can write a masterpiece like 'Dream of the Red Chamber' anymore."

Wang Youjia suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with shock. "You want to reopen the Jiangning Imperial Textile Factory in Taiwan?"

"I just want to build a Cao Mansion in Taipei."

"Who is it for?"

Sin Yiu-man stroked Wong Yau-ka's defensive midfielder, saying, "The right person hasn't appeared yet."

The two chatted casually, and after finishing their supper it was past eleven o'clock. They first went to the hotel in Chinatown to pick up Wang Youjia's luggage, and then went to the Raffles Hotel. Sin Yiu-man deliberately opened the room next to Fei Baoqi's.

As they went upstairs and entered the room, Wang Youjia's heart raced the moment Xian Yaowen closed the door.

She was a socialite who loved to shine in social situations, but she wasn't a prostitute; she had only been with two men.

He had seen Wang Youjia's photo in the newspaper. As the reporter said, she was not very photogenic. In the photo, her eyebrows and eyes could only be described as pretty. Only by standing in front of her could one appreciate the overwhelming aura she exuded.

Her beauty doesn't rely on hard indicators like three-dimensional facial features or the golden ratio, but rather on a flowing, present aura—capable of restraint when still and unrestrained when in motion, like a melody caressed by the wind, where only the ending note is visible, yet it leaves one in a daze for a long time.

Her most beautiful feature is not her face or figure, but her movements and temperament. Every gesture and movement gives people a sense of beauty, like a musical melody.

He stepped forward, hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her small shoulder, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

"Sister, this is my last chance. If you let me go, I'll go."

Wang Youjia closed his eyes, reached out and grabbed the back of Xian Yaowen's head, his fingertips digging into his hair.

Xian Yaowen used his teeth to bite open Wang Youjia's hair bun, and as her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall, his lips took her earlobe into his mouth.

……

Zhongshan, Zhanlang Village.

Village chief and farmers' association chairman Wu Shu and militia captain Li Dasheng were banging on a door, shouting, "Wu Jige, Wu Jige, get up quickly, the quail is sick."

Through their tireless efforts, the kerosene lamp was lit inside the house, the latch was removed, and a face was revealed in the dim light.

This person is Ulanara Jing, a poultry technician dispatched to Zhongshan by "Phoenix," a subsidiary of Haoxili Agricultural Products.

"Uncle Wu, Captain Li, what happened?"

Before Wu Shu could speak, Li Dasheng interjected, "Wu Shuji, come with me quickly, the quails are sick, lots of them."

Ulanara Jing was startled upon hearing this, "She was perfectly fine last time, how could she have fallen ill?"

Phoenix Company has partnered with more than ten villages in Zhongshan to raise quails. He has to take turns visiting each village. He just arrived at Zhanlang Village tonight and took a break, so he didn't check on the quails right away.

"I don't know, come with me to take a look."

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the first-aid kit."

Ulanara Jing grabbed her medicine kit and, without even bothering to put on her clothes, followed Li Dasheng and Wu Shu to the village's quail shed, wearing only a vest and shorts.

Upon arriving at the quail shed, Ulanara Jing's kerosene lamp illuminated a group of quails huddled together in a corner, heads hunched, wings drooping, feathers dry and dull. He was alarmed, pounced over, grabbed a quail, and peered into its anus. He saw white, runny droppings pasted on the opening, sticking to the surrounding feathers, and smelled a foul stench.

They caught another one for inspection, and found the same thing.

He put down the quail, turned to look at Wu Shu and Li Dasheng, and angrily rebuked them: "I have already instructed that any quail found with feces stuck to their anus should be isolated immediately. Why are there so many quail huddled together?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Shu remained silent.

Li Dasheng stammered, unsure of what to say. Could it be that Zhanlang Village was a key village for rectification, with 30% of the able-bodied men in the village having gone to Taiwan, and another 40% having been Chiang Kai-shek's bandits? The higher-ups had notified that spy activities were rampant recently, and that he, as a soldier who had come south, was deliberately taking advantage of the fact that the harvest season had just ended to conduct military training for the whole village, so as not to give any potential hidden enemies an opportunity to take advantage of the situation?
I can't say, but Ulanara Jing is from Hong Kong and was already a key target of surveillance.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Ulanara Jing suppressed her anger and tried to speak calmly: "Set up two large pots at the door to boil water, and have three meticulous housewives take a shower and change into clean clothes before coming over to pick out the quails. Take ten catties of charcoal, grind it into powder, and mix it into the feed..."

After giving his instructions methodically, Ulanara Jing's gaze swept over the quails, his heart filled with bitterness. They had contracted scours, and this whole quail colony would have to be culled, resulting in a loss of over fifty million. He didn't know how to explain this to the company.

Chai Wan.

A 512-square-meter building, the location of Phoenix Company.

Because Phoenix bought a 5.12-acre plot of land here, the bungalow office built on it was elegantly called the 512-square-meter building.

The office was brightly lit, and General Manager Fujii Yuji, who was in charge of business and management, and Murata Kosaku, who was in charge of technology, were still discussing business.

Yuji Fujii was the vice president of the Central China Rice Control Association, which was established in Shanghai by the Sumitomo Group of Merchants and Traders. After the war, he went to work for the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry and had a certain network of contacts in both the business and political circles in Japan.

Kosaku Murata is a lecturer at Kyoto Prefectural University and an expert commissioned by the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry. He mainly conducts research on poultry hatching, primarily quail, and has considerable influence in the field of Oriental agricultural science.

Fujii Yuji flipped through the documents in his hand. "Nakamura-kun, the price of quail in France has risen again, with the latest price at $1.1 per pound (French pound livre = 500 grams). The price in Italy remains unchanged at $2.4 per kilogram."

Kōsaku Nakamura also held a document in his hand. "Fujii-kun, the price in Shanghai three days ago was 11 cents per jin (a unit of weight), and the price in Tianjin five days ago was 5.7 cents per jin."

“Unfortunately, our company does not have the transportation capacity. I will go to Kinki Company for a second negotiation tomorrow.” Fujii Yuji said indignantly, “Damn it, Kinki Company is only willing to offer 35 cents per kilogram, leaving our company with only a pittance.”

Kosaku Nakamura comforted him, saying, "Fujii-kun, it's impossible to transport quail into France and Italy through legitimate channels. The chairman has said that Phoenix Company only does legitimate business."

“I know, it’s just that I’m not satisfied.” Fujii Yuji put away the documents. “How many birds can our own farm produce before Christmas?”

After thinking for a moment, Nakamura Kousaku said, "500 million birds is no problem."

"Too few, 1000 million birds would be better."

Kowloon Tong.

Lu Yansu sat on the edge of the bed, a cigarette between her left and a document in her right, smoking and reading at the same time.

Suddenly, a head popped out, its eyes fixed on the documents. "Susu, what are you looking at?"

Lu Yansu closed the file and smashed it against her head with the sharp corner of the folder. "I'll show you, I'll show you! You're just a dog I raised... All you know is money, a silver-plated spearhead, you can't even last a minute... you can't even last a minute... Dodge, I'll show you how to dodge, I'll leave you stuck in this mess..."

Lu Yansu pounded on his head and cursed without restraint, his head bleeding from the blows, but the man beneath him didn't dare utter a sound.

a long time.

Lu Yansu got tired of smashing things, reached out and took a wad of banknotes from the bedside table, then slapped it on the man's forehead. "Take this and buy some supplements to nourish your body. Don't cheat on me outside. If you don't do it next time, you don't need to show your face anymore."

She kicked the man twice, "Useless trash, get out."

The man lowered his eyes and remained silent, quietly picking up the banknotes scattered on the bed. After cleaning up, he grabbed his clothes, not even bothering to put them on, and left the bedroom naked.

The world became quiet, and Lu Yansu picked up the documents again and calmly continued reading.

In the living room, Wei Qiqian's gaze followed the man. After he left, she quietly followed him, peering down through the gaps in the stairwell. A moment later, she moved to the window to continue observing until the man's figure completely disappeared.

Lu Yansu's attitude towards men is too poor, and most men are already harboring resentment. For safety's sake, it would be best to get rid of the men as soon as possible, but she has no decision-making power and can only keep an eye on things.

"It is necessary to report this matter to you, sir."

Xian Family Building No. 1.

Qi Longque was leading Xian Yaowen's backup bodyguards in a cover evacuation training exercise.

Previously, bodyguards were only sought among the Chinese community in Hong Kong; now, the search is open to the entire world. The seven individuals currently in training are elites selected from among many; they are:
Antonio Anido, codenamed "Big Bull," was a former engineer in the Spanish Volunteer Army's Blue Division.

During the Battle of Krasnibor, he carried dozens of kilograms of explosives, held a G34 machine gun, and charged towards a bridge under heavy Soviet fire, successfully blowing it up and delaying the Soviet armored column, all without sustaining any injuries himself.

His characteristics can be described by three idioms: tall and strong, incredibly strong, and blessed with boundless good fortune.

Barack Obama, codenamed "Sixth Day," was a sergeant major in the 100th Infantry Battalion, 442nd Infantry Regiment, U.S. Army.

During the Battle of Salamander in 1943, he led 12 men to hold off a German company, killing more than 40 enemy soldiers and defending the crossing. The next day, he single-handedly stormed into a machine gun position and killed the enemy with bayonets, easily taking down two machine gun positions. He then charged towards a mortar position, annihilating the enemy without sustaining any injuries himself.

His characteristics: lightning fast, cunning as a devil, and blessed with boundless good fortune.

Abdrazac Barcani, codenamed "Berber", was a machine gunner from the 2nd Battalion of the 4th French Foreign Infantry Regiment.

During the Battle of the Unker Valley, a tributary of the Somme River, in 1940, he used a Hotchkiss M1914 to fire continuously for 8 hours, repelling three assaults by the German 23rd Infantry Brigade. After running out of ammunition, he carried two boxes of grenades and launched a night raid on the German bridgehead, capturing 22 enemy soldiers and destroying 6 machine gun nests.

At dawn the next day, he was shot in the abdomen by a sniper, but he insisted on crawling 300 meters to bring the company flag back to his own bridgehead.

His characteristics: perseverance, fearlessness, and boundless good fortune.

Lachman Gurlong, codenamed "Blind Man," was a member of the 4th Battalion of the 8th Gurkha Rifles of the British Army.

In 1945, he single-handedly defended the outpost on the Taungup Highway in the Irrawaddy River basin of Burma. Facing an attack by more than 200 Japanese soldiers, he used his only remaining left hand to shoot and throw grenades for 4 hours, killing 31 enemy soldiers and keeping the position intact.

After losing his right hand and right eye in the war, he retired and returned to Nepal to run a small farm. Due to poor management, he encountered an armadillo squad recruiting people in Nepal, and returned to the mountains to make a living.

His characteristics: perseverance, fearlessness, and decent luck.

Matthias Hetzenauer, codenamed "Normandy," was a member of the German 3rd Mountain Division. He was the second-best sniper in World War II after Simo Häyhä, achieving 345 kills in a single year.

His characteristics: calm and collected, unwavering, and quite lucky.

Shin-Usa Rei and Shin-Usa Mao, codenamed "Usa" and "Sakura" respectively, are from the Shin-Usa family of Miyamoto Village, Okayama Prefecture. They are of the same generation as Shin-Usa Satsuki and are skilled in kendo and various shuriken. Like Shin-Usa Satsuki, they have a naturally pitiful face that makes them very deceptive.

The two are characterized by: bright eyes, a sharp mind, and good luck.

The seven people have one thing in common: they all have great luck. The first five have participated in many battles with extremely high casualty rates, yet they have managed to survive unscathed or from certain death situations.

In 1945, as the Japanese were nearing their surrender, they still did not stop conscripting women as comfort women. They used abduction to force women from other countries, and used deception, coercion, and enticement to force women from their own country. They also imposed quotas on schools. It is said that Shin-Usa Mio and Shin-Usa Mao were the unlucky ones who were assigned to these quotas.

But on the way to the comfort station with more than thirty other unfortunate people, the Americans' bombs accurately hit the truck they were riding in. There were three trucks carrying about a hundred people in total. Some were killed, and others were blown to pieces. The two of them were only splashed with filth.

Even without the synergistic effect of "1+1>2", the gathering of people from the Grand Auspicious Day can reduce the probability of Sin Yiu-man encountering danger, and even achieve the effect of wasting the security budget from beginning to end.

Bodyguards are a must-have, but it's best if you never need them.

Wang Xiamin came down from the fourth floor, gave way to the trainees at the corner of the stairs, went down to the garage, walked to the center, lifted a wooden board on the ground to reveal a square opening, crawled in, climbed down the metal ladder for five meters, and entered a brightly lit tunnel.

After walking about ten meters northwest, I turned a corner and met Qi Longdao, who was leaning against the cave wall smoking.

"How about it?"

Qi Longdao pointed deep into the tunnel, "The corpse is over there."

"How to deal with it?"

"I will carry it out myself in the middle of the night."

Wang Xiamin nodded. "Who should we ask to seal the hole in the garage?"

"Longque knows masonry work."

Wang Xiamin paused for a moment, then said, "Give the deceased an extra sum of money for their resettlement."

"it is good."

The tunnel needed to be dug, but the news couldn't be leaked. It wouldn't be appropriate to commit unnecessary killings, so they had to find terminally ill people who were about to die and pay a large sum of money to buy their last moments.

A tunnel that claimed 27 lives.

As the Singapore sun turned from warm to scorching, Sin Yiu Man knocked on Fei Po Ki's door.

Fei Baoqi, wearing pajamas, was surprised to see Xian Yaowen in sportswear and asked, "Why are you here at this time?"

Sin Yiu-man chuckled, "Did I wake up my older sister?"

“I went to bed early last night and woke up about ten minutes ago.” Fei Baoqi pulled Xian Yaowen into the room, closed the door, and threw herself into his arms. “You still haven’t told me why you came here.”

“I slept in the next room last night.”

Fei Baoqi shoved Xian Yaowen away abruptly, frowning as she said, "Don't tell me that Shuixian is next door too."

Sin Yiu-man chuckled, “Sister is so clever. She realized right away that there’s no narcissus next door, only another sister.”

Fei Baoqi was dazed for two seconds, then stared in disbelief, "You, you... Wang Youjia... you and Wang Youjia last night?"

"Mm." Xian Yaowen nodded and kissed Fei Baoqi on the cheek. "I'm going to take a shower first, and I'll tell you the details when I come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode towards the restroom. (End of Chapter)