money player

The clear, bright sunlight bathed the private driveway of the Green Mountain Hotel, with the intertwined branches of the Nanyang jacaranda trees on both sides, providing ample shade.

The only sounds in the woods were the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the faint sound of ship horns could be heard from the bay in the distance. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, exuding the unique languid charm of a Hong Kong morning.

Suddenly, a deep and domineering engine roared from the bend in the mountain road, the rumbling sound crushing the wind in the forest and making the surrounding air tremble slightly.

The Aston Martin-Adam, like a cheetah poised for action, lunged forward with a low stance, smoothly cornering and pulling away as the rear wheels suddenly slipped. A sharp, piercing tire screeching broke the morning tranquility, and wisps of rubber smoke rose from the ground. The car gracefully swerved sideways, executing a clean and crisp drift, and steadily cut into the hotel's tree-lined main driveway.

The moment the car straightened, the engine roared again, and the sports car cut through the morning wind and sped in, the wheels kicking up fallen leaves that rustled and swirled along the road.

As the car tilted slightly to the side, Xie Tingyun frowned slightly, his voice low and tinged with restrained seriousness: "Sir, why take such a risk?"

Xian Yaowen lightly gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his wrist casually turning. His face remained expressionless, but instead held a nonchalant smile as he spoke softly into the morning light: "I've been too composed for too long. I need to relax."

His tone was light and calm, as if the thrilling drift just now was nothing more than a casual pastime.

However, even though he said that, he really didn't dare to drift again. Modern cars are much easier to drift than cars in later generations, but it's extremely difficult to maintain the car's position. There's no electronic system to back it up; it all depends on the skill of an experienced driver. It's incredibly entertaining, but the margin for error is extremely low.

It's not worth the risk for me. I'll pass on my drifting skills when I have time, and let those reckless drifters show me.

He floored the accelerator, and the flamboyant red car cut through the rosy light, rushing towards the sun.

Round and round he went, with the roar of the engine, he released the pressure and negative emotions that had accumulated inside him.

Those in positions of power who wear masks year-round, with their outward appearance of glamour masking their inner darkness, often suffer from some form of mental illness or even psychological abnormality, and require some form of guidance or intervention.

Sex is the gentlest form of sexual intercourse, abuse and self-harm are quite common, torture and murder are nothing new, and drug abuse has been passed down for thousands of years.

People like him who can engage in positive self-regulation are truly rare.

When he heard the roar of other engines, he drove his car to the parking lot. He was pioneering a new lifestyle for rich kids, but he had no intention of integrating into it. Being provoked, competing, or gambling on a girl—these childish behaviors would be written into the script outline, but not brought into real life.

After parking the car, I tidied my appearance, switched into the "Confucian businessman" mode, re-confused my temperament, and subtly adjusted my facial expressions.

Ding! Confucian businessman Xian Yaowen has gone online.

He stood up straight, took a calm and unhurried step, his back straight but not stiff, his shoulders steady and his body still, his gaze peaceful and calm, and his steps light and silent.

It was a total of 375 steps from the parking lot to the entrance of the self-service restaurant. He changed his pace three times, avoiding two of the best spots to be sniped, and met up with Jiang Manyun who was waiting for him.

Upon entering the not-so-large restaurant, the two each carried a plate, took a few dishes, and sat down at a table in a corner.

He picked up a scone, brought it to his nose, and inhaled the aroma. The scent of wheat mingled with the rich fragrance of butter, neither too sweet nor too greasy. With a gentle squeeze, crumbs of the slightly charred and crispy crust crumbled out.

After taking a small bite and savoring it, I said, "The butter flavor is not strong enough, the texture is a bit rough, and it's a little dry. Personally, I think it's too sweet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he broke off a small piece of scones, spread some cream on it, added a spoonful of sweet and sour strawberry jam, spread it evenly, and tasted it again. It was soft and fluffy, with the aroma of milk and wheat melting on the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Manyun picked up the teapot on the table and poured him a cup of Ceylon black tea.

After swallowing the scones, he picked up his teacup and took a small sip. "What's the perfect temperature for pairing Ceylon tea with scones?"

"Sixty...140 to 149 degrees Fahrenheit."

"Warm but not hot, just right to cut through the richness and leave a lingering fragrance." Xian Yaowen put down his teacup. "If the tea is too cold, it won't be as good as it could be. The simplest solution is to limit the supply and communicate well with customers."

"We'll rectify it tomorrow."

"Okay." Xian Yaowen nodded slightly, cut a piece of poached egg and put it in his mouth.

He savored each dish carefully, offering his comments slowly and deliberately, tasting every single one of them.

After breakfast, enjoy some coffee, then head to your guest room and, from the perspective of a young master, offer some suggestions for improvement that even seasoned hoteliers might not be aware of.

For example, add anti-slip mats around the bathtub, reinforce the shower head bracket, and check the sink for sturdiness every day, etc.

For example, they can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary by teaching guests how to recommend several rooms with poor soundproofing.

He inspected the bar, cigar room, dance hall, and kitchen, one place after another.

At 8 o'clock, I met with Chen Rong, the manager of the car club, and we talked about the concept of the car circle.

The car club will definitely sell cars, but not for daily use; it will only sell "toys." The first step is to monopolize the sports car business in Hong Kong, and then promote the modification culture, creating an environment for repeatedly exploiting customers.

At 8:30, we headed to the sheep cart for fainting patients.

After getting involved in the truck business, the dealership expanded into three workshops: a protective modification workshop, a decoration modification workshop, and a transportation capacity modification workshop.

The protective modification workshop is not open to the public; it only handles the protective modifications for the Xian family's vehicles.

To put it simply, a car decoration and modification workshop is a business that deals in car accessories.

The truck conversion workshop specializes in truck conversion and aims to monopolize the truck conversion and repair business in Hong Kong.

For the sake of the city's appearance, it is best to paint the bodies of commercial trucks different colors according to the different types of transportation they are engaged in.

Once a truck causes an accident, it's usually a major accident. It's not uncommon to see five, six, seven, or even eight trucks crashing at once. Vehicle inspections and insurance cannot be taken lightly. The titles of designated inspection point and trusted insurance company are definitely worth fighting for.

Trade-in programs, installment payments, and zero down payments are among the services that can be gradually rolled out.

Xian Yaowen sat in General Manager Che Renxun's office for half an hour, listening to Che Renxun introduce the technicians' situation and exchanging ideas on how to carry out business.

The dealership was generous with its compensation and recruited many top-notch technicians, including Irishman Nie Gao, who was skilled in repairing engines and transmissions; Englishman Benn, who was skilled in chassis tuning and carburetor repair; and Irishman Shay, who was skilled in rebuilding Ford Flathead-V8 engines and completely fixing the cooling system. He was also the only person in Hong Kong who could detect piston wear with the naked eye.

Chen Sen, a Hong Kong native, is skilled in repairing Buick and Chevrolet V8 engines and has exceptional electrical expertise. He can even temporarily fix a Cadillac's ignition system using a single copper wire.

Wei Zhaoxiong, a native of Chaozhou, specializes in Ford chassis and suspension repair, as well as old car restoration. He can restore a ten-year-old Ford to the quality of a new car.

Yu Zhongqiang, a native of Chaozhou, is skilled in rapid diagnosis and emergency repairs of braking and steering systems. He can fix the brakes of a Ford taxi in ten minutes on the roadside. He has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

There's also Jin Ya A Rong, a skilled amateur who rose to prominence in the French Concession of Shanghai. He's adept at engine swapping for all brands, frame correction for accident vehicles, and piecing together black market parts. He can even install a Chevrolet engine in an Austin car body.

He was a member of the Green Gang and was on the list entrusted by Du Yuesheng. He led a few people to form the Shanghai Gang in the workshop and often did shady jobs.

Former Taikoo Shipyard mechanic, mechanical genius Uncle Fu, is skilled in precision mechanical repair, carburetor and oil pump adjustment, and metal cold working. He can hand-machine Ford V8 piston rings, the only one in Hong Kong.

The old man had white hair, a hunched back, and his work clothes were always greasy black. He didn't compete with anyone and was unwilling to take on apprentices, giving him the air of a reclusive master.

As the saying goes, one must be strong to forge iron. The Governor and the Executive Council have drafted the mandatory "Motor Insurance (Third-Party Risk) Ordinance," which is currently being passed by the Legislative Council. It is estimated that it will reach the stage of being promulgated by the Governor next month, and will be announced in the Gazette.

"Boss, Royal Insurance, Lloyd's, Sun Union, Wing On, and East Asia are the five companies that have the qualifications to do car insurance business. South China Insurance is also applying to the Governor in Council for authorization to do third-party insurance. That's about six companies."

"Have you started running yet?"

"I had afternoon tea with people from Lloyd's yesterday, and I'm having dinner with people from Wing On tonight."

"How's it going?"

"The talks are going well so far. Royal Insurance and Sun Union have agreed to use our trailers, but Lloyd's still needs to discuss the details a few more times."

"What about the service number?"

"Emergency service numbers and those commonly used by government departments were rejected; only special numbers could be purchased."

What choices are there?

"38888, 36666, 31234."

"Are they all Kowloon ships? Are there any Hong Kong Island ships?"

"Is the connection point to be located on Hong Kong Island?"

"Looking at the numbers, 28888 is better than 38888."

"I'll call the phone company later and ask."

"Hmm." Sin Yiu-man nodded. "What procedures are involved in the damage assessment?"

"The process is completed through a collaboration between the insurance company's in-house surveyors, authorized loss adjusters, and partner auto repair shops. The auto repair shops then issue repair estimates, which serve as the basis for damage assessment."

Do you know where problems are likely to occur?

"Repair estimate".

"Balance the interests of the insurance company and its employees, remember who is the bread and butter, and figure out who the troublemakers are. Every repair estimate must be reviewed multiple times within the car dealership. If there is a problem, it can only be the car dealership's problem, not an individual's problem."

Sin Yiu-man stared into Che In-hoon's eyes, his tone indifferent: "You really understand?"

Che Renxun's heart sank, his back tensed slightly involuntarily, and a subtle sense of unease flashed across his eyes, which he quickly suppressed. He held his breath, composed himself, and cleared his mind of all distractions. His gaze was calm, and his tone was firm and resolute: "Understood."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers, hanging by his side, tightened subtly. A hint of trepidation and awe was hidden in his eyes. He knew that this reply meant accepting a weighty set of rules and regulations.

The most mysterious department in the car dealership is the black cab team, which operates at night and hides during the day. Every time they go out, it means the loss of at least one life. He knows the price to pay for "not understanding".

Sin Yiu-man slowly turned his gaze to the window, his expression languid and aloof. He subtly hummed the tune of "Auld Lang Syne," a slow and melodious tune carrying a hint of melancholy and profound meaning.

After a long while, a soft voice slowly drifted out, "There will be bonuses, and there will be stock options."

After leaving the Fainting Sheep Cart Shop, I took a trip to the Rebirth Brick Factory.

We didn't go in; the car was parked on the high ground on the outskirts.

Sin Yiu-man leaned against the hood of the car, holding binoculars in his hand, observing the brick factory's cargo yard.

Not long ago, the Labour Department established a Minerals Division to regulate mining and brick making, cracking down on illegal clay extraction and brick firing, which led to the closure of many small brick factories. Currently, there are only six registered brick factories of all sizes in Hong Kong, and the price of standard red bricks has increased slightly.

The wholesale price of standard red bricks produced in Hong Kong is HK$120-150 per thousand bricks, while the wholesale price from Shiwan/Dongguan is HK$30 per thousand bricks, a difference of four times. Importing from the mainland is more cost-effective than firing them yourself.

Three-quarters of the year has passed, and most of the major clients have placed orders. The total annual demand can be estimated at around 1 million yuan.

Reborn Brick Factory's total settled and undelivered orders amounted to 4500 million bricks. Despite primarily producing in-house during the first half of the year, it was still able to calculate a gross profit of HK$350 million for the entire year.

With almost no pressure to upgrade technology, no difficult clients, and no worries, one can earn millions every year, and the numbers are showing an upward trend year by year. Who dares to say this isn't a good business?

Through the telescope lens, obscured by dust, a long line of wheelbarrows swayed their tails.

Trucks transporting bricks from the coast could only stop outside a pavilion about a kilometer from the freight yard, where a spontaneous small market had formed. It mainly consisted of food stalls and secondhand clothing stalls. Truck drivers could eat at the stalls, and those who were short of money and fled to Hong Kong could sell a few pieces of old clothing to continue their journey.

The journey of a mile is filled with social interactions and interpersonal relationships. If the villagers on the side want a share of the benefits, don't blame them for taking it if you don't offer to give them any.

It's good as it is now. Half of the mile is flat and the other half is downhill, so it's not hard to push. One cart can carry almost the maximum of 250 red bricks, and four carts can carry 1,000 bricks. I can make 12 or 13 trips a day at a leisurely pace. My wife and kids help out a little, and I can earn about 400 yuan a month.

Suddenly, a wheelbarrow with a unique brick-stacking method appeared in the frame, roughly estimated to contain around 270 bricks. Looking at the face and build of the person pushing the cart, he had the typical appearance of a burly northern man, likely a migrant worker from Hong Kong doing odd jobs.

Sin Yiu-man observed a moment of silence for him and wished him a beating soon. If he was beaten now, he would at most have a bruised and swollen face, but if he was beaten after work, he might break a few ribs.

Villagers get 250 yuan per vehicle, while those who fled to Hong Kong get 200 yuan per vehicle. They can only work for three days; this is the unspoken rule. After all, there's limited work, so everyone has to share the work to ensure that everyone can get a bite to eat.

Anyone who dares to load 270 yuan into a truck must either have been warned during loading or be stubborn and refuses to listen to advice. It would be strange if they didn't get beaten up.

After watching for about ten minutes and noting down a few issues that needed to be rectified, Sin Yiu-man returned to his car.

In the car, I made two phone calls using the car's wireless phone. When I hung up, the car had arrived at Fanling Golf Course. I changed into a pinkish-white polo shirt, off-white flannel high-waisted pleated trousers, slung my club bag over my shoulder, and headed straight for the course.

On the tenth hole of the Tommy Tucker Course, the green grass was like a carpet, a gentle breeze was blowing, and several beautiful and slender women were leisurely swinging their clubs.

As Sin Yiu-man approached with a composed gait, his figure immediately drew the attention of all the women present.

All the beauties subconsciously glanced at him, but the one with the most stunning looks and outstanding temperament calmly put down her golf club, took light steps, and walked slowly towards him.

With a soft kiss, her warm lips gently touched his cheek.

The woman's eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and her voice was soft and affectionate: "Boss."

Sin Yiu-man put his arm around the woman's slender waist, brought his face close to her neck and sniffed, "Birch and sandalwood base notes, Hermès Eau de Parfum, Zi Mei, this perfume suits you very well."

Zi Mei chuckled and said, "Boss, your nose is really sharp."

"You have a sweet tongue too." Xian Yaowen reached into the bag, pulled out a cloth bag, and put it in Zi Mei's hand. "One for each of you, the rest are yours."

Upon holding the bag, she felt its weight; it was quite substantial. Zi Mei reached out and gently squeezed the bag, her fingertips probing through the fabric. By touch alone, she instantly discerned that it contained rows of firm, heavy small yellow croakers.

She gave him another kiss, then looked up at Xian Yaowen, her voice soft and gentle, with a hint of sensible obedience: "Thank you for the tip, boss."

Sin Yiu-man gave her a playful tap on her round buttocks. "Girl, you're welcome. You deserve it."

Should I send it now?

"No rush." ​​Xian Yaowen glanced at the group of women. "It's just a small fish. It's enough that they remember your kindness. Play ball with me first."

"it is good."

The two walked slowly toward the end of the eleventh cave, their leisurely pace accompanied by the gentle breeze carrying their conversation.

"You've done a great job these past few months, generating hundreds of thousands in profit for the company."

"It's all thanks to the boss's careful guidance and instruction; I'm just doing my best."

"The master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on yourself. Don't be modest; no one else could have done as well as you. I'm not going to mince words with you. I'll give you a Jaguar C-Type. After winning the Le Mans championship in June, the price of this car skyrocketed, and it's more expensive to sell used than new."

Zi Mei was slightly moved. "The boss is really generous. There's only one C-Type in all of Hong Kong."

Sin Yiu-man glanced at him sideways, "You know about cars?"

"I don't know." Zi Mei smiled and said, "The car owner happens to be a client I'm in contact with, and I only heard it from him."

“Oh, there are only about twenty of these in the whole world. Take good care of them, and they will appreciate in value in the future.” After saying that, Xian Yaowen handed her a card. “Take this to the Qingshan Hotel to pick up the car.”

Zi Mei was stunned for a moment, then quickly reached out and took the card. Her fingertips touched the cool surface of the card, and she looked at him with a mixture of surprise and humility: "Boss, this reward is too generous. I dare not accept it."

Xian Yaowen waved his hand and smiled calmly: "Let's skip the formalities. This is not only a reward for you, but also to enhance your reputation. With this car, it will be easier for you to close deals."

Zi Mei's eyes sparkled, and she smiled slightly, a hint of clear-headed playfulness in her eyes: "Is this also for them to see?"

"Cars, apartments, villas, shares—the company is willing to give them all. Whether you can get them depends on your individual abilities." Xian Yaowen nodded at her. "It's good to be under a big tree. You don't need to have too many ideas. The more you contribute, the more I will naturally give you. I won't let you feel cheated."

"Boss~" Zi Mei leaned into his arms, "I am completely loyal to you and have no ulterior motives whatsoever."

“I didn’t say you had it, I was just worried that you weren’t thinking clearly and might have made a rash decision and chosen the wrong path.”

Zi Mei leaned softly against him, her hair gently brushing against his clothes, her voice sweet and obedient: "I won't go crazy. Following the boss is the safest and best path, I know that perfectly well. In this life, I only want to rely on you as my mentor and work steadily, I would never think of going down any crooked path."

Sin Yiu-man's fingertips casually caressed her shoulder. "As long as you don't go crazy, play a couple of rounds with me. I have other plans later."

"Ah."

Rather than a sparring session, it was more of a teaching session, where Sin Yiu-man imparted his advanced golf skills to Tsz-mei without reservation.

A real estate agent who only knows how to sell houses will never be able to sell more than a few good houses in his entire life.

As the sales director of Friendship Property, Zi Mei must be proficient in golf, horse racing, yachting, hunting in the countryside, tennis, lawn bowling, wine and whiskey tasting, bridge and billiards, cocktail parties and dances, and antique watches.

I force-fed her a bunch of books, then stood under the shade of a tree and gave her a list of British literature books.

Most of Hong Kong's top-tier properties are in the hands of the British. This "pro-British" sentiment can be leveraged to add value to the properties owned by foreigners. Buying a villa comes with the opportunity to meet a high-class foreigner, making it quite worthwhile for an extra few tens of thousands of dollars.

11:00 AM, Queen's Road East, Jinjiang Tea House.

This place is a quiet and comfortable spot for ordinary people to enjoy tea. It lacks the heavy business atmosphere of upscale teahouses and is less likely to bump into familiar people from your social circle.

Xian Yaowen and Liu Wanqing sat down side by side.

Liu Wanqing picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said softly, "I've done a rough calculation. It shouldn't be a problem for the foreign concubine to subscribe for two thousand shares."

"Quite a few, enough to support the simultaneous construction of more than a dozen buildings."

"The industry's default design life is currently 35 to 40 years. Do you think there's still room to reduce it further?"

After a moment's thought, Sin Yiu-man said, "Some locations are fine; land prices are rising quickly, and we can demolish the old buildings and build new ones in about thirty years. However, there's no need to do that. We're not guerrillas, hitting and running away. Thirty years from now, Golden House will still exist. If we're unlucky and one of the buildings collapses, it will be a heavy blow to our reputation, and it won't be worth it."

"I hadn't thought that far ahead, so I'll just go with the flow."

“Hmm.” Xian Yaowen put his arm around Liu Wanqing’s waist. “Hurry up a bit on your end and give them a taste of the good things as soon as possible. I need to start working on the budget for Free City Dubai right away. It won’t be less than $2500 million no matter how you calculate it.”

"So many!" Liu Wanqing exclaimed in surprise, "You really want to build a city?"

"It's like a miniature replica of Las Vegas. You don't need to put up all the funding at once; you can start with $500 million in the first phase."

"We don't invest any of our own money; we rely entirely on fundraising?"

“Our money is invested in places that are not visible. Not only will no money be invested in the construction of the city, but we will also make a profit before construction even begins.”

"Falsifying accounts?"

"What are you thinking? Don't treat everyone like fools. Someone can calculate the inflated costs. Openly collect management fees, and add a clause to the contract allowing short-term borrowing of idle funds."

"Oh, you're moving the money out to invest elsewhere?"

"Ah."

What if I don't go back by the due date?

"We'll rob Peter to pay Paul; we'll even borrow money at exorbitant interest rates to make up for it."

Liu Wanqing gently rested her head on Xian Yaowen's arm, her tone languid and soft: "How about you come with me to have a bowl of plain noodles in clear broth?"

"Where should we eat? Jinling Restaurant?"

"Let's go to number four, five, or six. I also want to eat pork xiaolongbao and crab roe tofu."

"it is good."

Despite having to rush between events, Xian Yaowen couldn't bear to refuse Liu Wanqing. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, and he felt he had to fulfill some of her small requests.

The Four Five Six Restaurant is located in the middle section of King's Road, near Sugar Road. The owner, a native of Zhongshan who grew up in Shanghai and speaks fluent Wu dialect but stutters in Cantonese, hired a Wuxi chef who has been cooking Cantonese cuisine for more than half his career to run the restaurant. The restaurant mainly serves Shanghainese dishes and Jiangsu noodles.

This combination makes for incredibly authentic cooking.

The restaurant signboard is blue with white lettering in the Shanghai style. All the waiters wear white coats and speak in a authentic Zhabei mourning tone, with the words "Mr" and "Mrs."

It's a bit strange, but Sin Bao Bao just won't say anything.

Hmm, the shop is doing good business; we have to share a table. The Shanghai slut sitting next to Liu Wanqing stole glances at her twice in five seconds, looking at her face, her chest, and even daring to look at her thighs—quite bold.

Sin Yiu-man glanced at the table. The scoundrel had ordered a rice bowl with pickled mustard greens and shredded pork, which cost six cents. He felt it was bad luck because he had ordered noodles with pickled mustard greens and shredded pork for himself, which cost four cents. He felt that his status was not as good as the other person's, and he couldn't show his temper on the spot.

He turned his head and whispered to Xie Tingyun, "Follow along."

"How to do it?"

Just as Xian Yaowen was about to say "Give me a punch in the eye," he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the scoundrel's gaze was fixed on Liu Wanqing's shapely buttocks, so he said, "Skinny and delicate, just an ordinary thief."

金额50-200港元为普通盗窃，2-5年苦役，男犯再加鞭刑6-10鞭。

Xie Tingyun teased, "Should we press him to find out if he has a wife?"

"When did you become a lackey?"

"just."

"Naughty boy, go do it."

Xie Tingyun hesitated slightly, "Don't we need to nip it in the bud?"

"No need, let someone else handle it."

Xie Tingyun nodded, got up and walked out of the store.

Liu Wanqing leaned closer and whispered in Xian Yaowen's ear, "What were you two talking about just now?"

"Take care of that little punk next to you."

Liu Wanqing chuckled and said, "Just because he was peeking at me?"

"Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and tie, he looks like an office worker. It's unlikely he hasn't heard of me."

Even if he doesn't recognize me, he should be suspicious. He dared to spy on you again and again; he completely disregards me.

If they dare to peek today, they'll dare to break into my house tomorrow. I have to teach them a lesson.

"Master, I love how you're so protective of me." Liu Wanqing's lips were almost touching his earlobe, her voice even lower. "I miss you. How about we eat something and go home for a bit?"

"Can't you just hold it in?"

"I can't hold it in, and I don't want to."

"Then I won't hold it in."

Hehe~

Ten minutes later, the sugar water channel.

"Stop thief! Stop thief!" A sudden, urgent shout rang out from the street.

A gaunt, patched-up man gripped the wrist of a man in a suit tightly. The man in the suit was clutching a leather wallet, his eyes glazed over, muttering to himself, "Where am I? Who is my father? Who gave me this wallet?"

beep - beep -

The sharp sound of a police whistle pierced the street, and two uniformed policemen holding batons rushed over upon hearing the sound.

"Sir, sir! It's him! He stole my wallet!" the down-on-his-luck man hurriedly shouted to report.

Without saying a word, the patrolman's face darkened. "You dare steal a wallet? I'll teach you to steal a wallet."

Before he could finish speaking, a police baton slammed into the man in the suit's back, followed immediately by another striking his groin with tremendous force. The man in the suit, already dazed, staggered and lost his balance after being hit several times.

Then, heart-wrenching screams pierced the streets.

Guess what? The uniformed policeman actually used the long-lost "three taps" with his baton, landing three blows in a row on his lower body, creating a modern-day Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity).

He brandished the handcuffs, pulled the person up, and did it all in one smooth motion.

As the four men walked out of the entrance to Sugar Water Road one after the other, the pockets of the down-on-his-luck man and the two patrolmen all felt a slight sinking sensation.

"Sir, please have a taste."

"I don't like sweet things."

"Just a small bite, please."

"I really can't get used to it, I'll stick to my pickled mustard greens and shredded pork noodles."

"Hmph, fine, if you don't want to eat it, then I'll eat it myself!"

Liu Wanqing was about to put her chopsticks away in a huff when Xian Yaowen gently pressed her lower back, his tone a mix of helplessness and indulgence: "The child is already out on the street doing business, how old is she, still acting like a spoiled brat."

Liu Wanqing smiled and leaned closer to him, saying confidently, "I just want to act cute with you, Master."

"Go ahead and do it."

"Tingyun is back."

Xie Tingyun nodded slightly to Liu Wanqing, sat down next to Xian Yaowen, and whispered in his ear, "It's done. There was an assault in North Point last night, and the cops want him to take the blame."

"Hmm, didn't catch them?"

"not to be trifled."

"Even framing someone requires skill... Never mind, I don't need to get involved in the follow-up, let it be."

"Okay." (End of Chapter)