Return to Hong Kong Island for a Century

Chapter 125 Bodyguards in Position (Second Update, Please Subscribe and Vote)
"No need for that, I'm here to..."

"We originally wanted to get them Tomcat fighter jets, but those things are too expensive. Not only is the fuel consumption high, but the variable sweep wing technology is also complicated. However, since we don't need them ourselves, selling them to those big dogs in the west is also an option. It all depends on what you guys think, Brother Zhou."

"Hehe!" Section Chief Zhou gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and chuckled dryly, but his laughter seemed rather perverted.

"Ahem, Ah Song, is this true?" Section Chief Zhou stopped the car, took a deep breath, and asked.

"Why would I lie to you? But the ownership cost of this thing is too high. One hour of cruising flight consumes one ton of fuel, and one minute of afterburner flight consumes 900 kilograms. The key is that the variable sweep wing technology is complex, and the maintenance cost of large-scale equipment is very high." Li Song also knew that in 2007, a certain naval agency even sold four complete F-14s for scrap. Of course, whether this was intentional or unintentional is unknown.

Relatively speaking, Li Song felt that the F-15 was more suitable for mainland China.

“I think the F15 is pretty good. The F15 has both a two-seater and a single-seater version, and compared to the F110, its engine parameters are better,” Li Song continued.

"I'll report this to Mr. Li and then give him feedback." Section Chief Zhou continued driving, numb with exhaustion.

They also felt that Li Song's position within their organization should have been elevated considerably, or rather, that Li Song had seen a great deal.

"Brother Zhou, I'd like to install a separate drainage system for my courtyard house..."

"no problem!"

"I'd also like to buy some washing machines, TVs, and refrigerators on Hong Kong Island. I'd appreciate it if Brother Zhou could help deliver them to the courtyard house..."

"give it to me!"

"Heating……."

"Mr. Li, you can rest assured."

Li Song returned to Guangzhou in fear and trepidation, and then took a boat directly back to Hong Kong Island.

After seeing Li Song off, Section Chief Zhou quickly reported the situation to his superiors, who then reassessed Li Song's position within the mysterious organization and also re-evaluated the organization's power.

Of course, the research timeline for a piece of equipment can be very long. For example, the F-14 took about 6 years. Moreover, the higher-ups have also investigated, but they have not found any trace of this mysterious organization.

Then the higher-ups were faced with a dilemma: should they use F14 or F15? Both were good options.

Zhu Ling, who was in Kyoto, didn't get up until she was hungry. Lying in bed, she thought about how this little rascal was alright when she first met him, but she never expected him to be so bad.

Not only do they torment themselves, but they also have all sorts of fancy tricks up their sleeves.

"He must have been corrupted by other women in Hong Kong." Zhu Ling got up, put on her clothes, and carefully looked at the small courtyard. It was very quiet inside, but just a few steps outside was a bustling street.

This creates a huge contrast.

Zhu Ling is already planning to plant some flowers in the yard, but she doesn't know if the jujube trees will bear sweet fruit.

Zhu Ling doesn't plan to go back to her parents' home for the time being, because she's afraid her parents will ask about her situation. It's really hard to bring it up. Li Song's identity is extraordinary. He's so rich, and the people he associates with are of such high rank. He's also nine years younger than her. If they find out, they'll say she's an old cow eating young grass.

"Sigh!" Zhu Ling was also a little worried. She was given such a valuable diamond. It couldn't be fake, could it?

Meanwhile, Li Song had already returned to Hong Kong Island and met with his four bodyguards.

Several people were doing farm work at home, their skin tanned dark by the sun, and they were all thin and frail.

The group was wearing shirts, casual pants, their hair was still short, and they were wearing slippers.

Four people live in a 76-square-meter house with two bedrooms, one for each person.

Liu Jian, 22 years old, changed his name to He Yise; Yang Jun changed his name to He Erhu; Liu Jun changed his name to He Sanfan; and Liu Ming changed his name to He Sixi.

Tian Jiahui was also there. Li Song was speechless after seeing the ID cards of the group. He had only asked Tian Jiahui to think of an easy-to-remember name, but he hadn't expected it to turn out like this. "We're all family here, so I'm sure you all know what we're doing. First, learn the local dialect, then learn English, and then you'll get a raise."

"From now on, I'll call you Brother He, Second Brother He, Third Brother He, and Fourth Brother He." Li Song probably knew who Brother He was, and he guessed that Second Brother He was arranged by some department. He had this idea in mind when he told Ma Shengli in advance.

“Boss… you’re too kind,” He Sanfan said, while the other three remained somewhat reserved.

“Call me if anything happens, I live on the top floor,” Li Song added.

"Mmm!" The group had been here for two days and were overwhelmed by what they had seen: skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and meat served at every meal. All four of them knew why they had come here.

Each person had their own thoughts, but Li Song genuinely gave one family 20,000 yuan.

The Liu brothers, Jun and Ming, prepared to repair their house as soon as they received the money, and planned to go home to get married during the holidays in the second half of the year.

"Boss, how about we hire someone to cook? Buying lunchboxes isn't very safe."

"Find an older person who understands Mandarin to cook, and we can also teach them to speak Cantonese."

“They don’t know anything, not even elevators. They’ll need someone to show them around. They can’t do it alone,” Tian Jiahui said as he walked out with Li Song.

"Hmm, do you have someone in mind?" Li Song nodded.

"No," Tian Jiahui answered decisively. He wouldn't introduce anyone; he said this because he was afraid Li Song would ask him to come over whenever he wanted.

"Go and buy ten color TVs, ten refrigerators, and ten washing machines, and send them back to Guangzhou."

"It's my private matter."

"Okay, boss."

After Li Song returned home, he thought about it and then called the two aunties who had cooked for him last time. Those two aunties could speak Mandarin and were good cooks.

Have the two aunties come for a face-to-face meeting tomorrow morning.

Then Li Song drove to pick up Alin.

That night, Arlene clearly felt that Li Song wasn't as energetic as before. She wanted to ask him, but she held back because she felt she had already reached her limit.

The next morning, Li Song got up. After the two aunts arrived, he learned that one of them couldn't work full-time, but the other could.

Full-time domestic helper, meals included but accommodation not included, 3500 per month. This lady's surname is Ma, and she is also from mainland China.

The daily food allowance is 120 yuan, and other expenses are calculated separately.

Then Li Song took Aunt Ma downstairs to meet the four people. Li Song asked the people to take turns going out with Aunt Ma to buy groceries, help carry the groceries, and learn about the local customs.

Then Li Song took a taxi to the magazine office.

"Amin!" Li Song arrived at the magazine office and found that Amin was already there.

"Brother Song!" Amin's mother had already signed a contract with the magazine, and Amin was very grateful to Li Song, so she greeted him respectfully.

"Let me see how your writing is." Li Song didn't inquire about Amin's family matters; he only wanted to talk about work.

"Brother Song, here you go." Amin took out a notebook and nervously handed it to Li Song.

(End of this chapter)