Return to Hong Kong Island for a Century

Chapter 132 The First Motorcycle (Fourth update, please subscribe and vote)
There are two assembly workshops, and two models of motorcycles, one 80cc and the other 125cc, both with relatively flat fuel tanks.

Those bulging fuel tanks look nice, but if there's an accident, the older brother will become the older sister.

Moreover, at this time, if the motorcycle is carrying passengers, a flatter fuel tank can accommodate more people.

Currently, in experimental production, the daily output is only about a dozen vehicles because the factory has many regulations.

From a modern perspective, it's all just going through the motions.

Li Song tentatively set the trial production period at two months and had Tian Jiahui transfer in ten million Hong Kong dollars.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, the leaders went to other places, while Li Song also went to Kyoto.

When they arrived at the courtyard house in Kyoto, they learned that Zhu Ling had gone to school, and Li Song was writing his manuscript.

In the evening, Zhu Ling returned to the courtyard house and found that Li Song had arrived.

“If you’re busy, you don’t have to come every week,” Zhu Ling said, looking at Li Song in the study.

"I was just missing Your Majesty. How was Your Majesty's court session today?" Li Song said with a smile as he stood up and then put his arm around the other person.

"Pah..." Zhu Ling was amused by Li Song. Attending court?
“Besides, I can also do things here,” Li Song continued.

"Then why didn't I see you doing anything the previous few times?" Zhu Ling asked irritably.

"My first duty is to serve Your Majesty, and my second duty is to do my own thing..." Li Song said, sitting down with the other person in his arms.

"What are you writing?" Zhu Ling asked curiously as Li Song wrote something.

"A novel, and this servant is a scholar."

"Yes, intellectuals have the most cunning schemes."

"What kind of novel is this?"

"Grave robbers."

"Huh, is this Ghost Blows Out the Light?" Zhu Ling asked in surprise, looking at the names on the manuscript.

"You know about this too?" Li Song asked.

“A few of the guys in our amateur class were talking about this. The author is from Hong Kong, and it’s said that he made hundreds of millions from one book,” Zhu Ling said after carefully examining the manuscript.

"They even said the author doesn't do anything and still makes millions a day." Zhu Ling scrutinized Li Song with her big eyes.

"It's not hundreds of millions, just tens of millions. It's not even a few million a day. The two TV stations give me 14 Hong Kong dollars a day, and the rest is for publishing novels and such," Li Song replied.

"..." Zhu Ling found it hard to believe that Li Song was actually a writer, and that the men in the training class talked about how much they admired him.

Of course, some people say that this kind of subject matter is bad and will definitely be banned.

However, what's popular now is rebellion and "scar literature," so the more something is forbidden, the more it's sought after.

How did you come up with this idea?

"Don't you even know what kind of place we live in?"

"Oh, no wonder."

"Your Majesty, please have your meal..."

"Is the meal ready?"

"Steamed buns bought from outside, and some cold dishes."

The next morning, Zhu Ling went to school by herself, while Li Song continued writing at home.

Li Song didn't plan to give Zhu Ling a motorcycle because it was indeed dangerous. So, at night, Li Song told Zhu Ling to learn to drive a car and that he would get a car from Hong Kong Island or buy one in Kyoto.

However, Zhu Ling refused, saying that it was too tempting, and that she would just ride a bicycle or take the bus.

If they didn't want to, that was fine, and Li Song didn't force them. Then he took out the design drawings for the villa on Hong Kong Island.

Looking at the exquisite photos inside, Zhu Ling's eyes lit up. There were even exterior views of the villa, with views of the sea and the beach.

Zhu Ling was tempted, but felt it was inappropriate and wanted to refuse. However, she was punished by Li Song with a beating and then became obedient.

In the end, I chose a European-style decoration.

On Friday morning, Li Song was writing at home when Section Chief Zhou knocked on the door. "Mr. Li, the higher-ups want to ask about the naming of companies in the automobile, aircraft, semiconductor, and aerospace industries," Section Chief Zhou asked.

"Let's just call them BMWs," Li Song said, too lazy to bother with any more fuss.

"Okay!" Section Chief Zhou left again.

That evening, Zhu Ling went home and whispered to Li Song about how the boys in her class evaluated Li Song as an author. Her tone was still somewhat arrogant, after all, the man praised by others was right beside her.

Actually, Zhu Ling was a little proud. Who wouldn't like an 18-year-old young man? Plus, he was rich and talented.

Of course, while feeling a little proud, I also felt somewhat inferior, thinking that I was getting old and so on.

So Li Song sometimes acts a bit crazy, and Zhu Ling outwardly seems to reject him, but inwardly she still enjoys the young man's madness.

On May 24, 1980, the eleventh day of the fourth lunar month, a Saturday, one of them was going to school and the other was taking a plane to leave, so they went out together.

Back in Guangzhou, I learned that the factory was producing a stable 100 motorcycles a day, 50 each of the 125cc and 80cc models, and that production was expected to increase to 300 by the end of next month.

In addition, the second batch of theoretical trainees has already begun training, this time involving one thousand people.

Li Song took a boat back to Hong Kong Island and first called Tian Jiahui, asking him to come to his house.

"Use this design for the villa renovation. Also, find someone to keep an eye on things for me."

"Also, have Zhang Dehua bring some people to the company next Monday; we have another big order coming up." Li Song gave two instructions.

Li Song is preparing to apply for a patent for home appliances.

"Boss, I understand. Uncle Hao wants to see your strength, and they're offering gold directly," Tian Jiahui said. Tian Jiahui knew that Uncle Hao was involved in something too big, and they had no choice but to run away, but what would happen after they ran away?

"Have him report the coordinates in the South China Sea, preferably in a deserted place or on the high seas, so the price will be cheaper. Then arrange a time, and I'll have someone airdrop it to him. Yes, the kind you're thinking of, with a parachute. The first time, I'll give him some good stuff for free."

"But in the future, if you want good stuff, you'll have to pay first." Li Song hadn't thought of a way to collect money yet.

Whether or not I receive money doesn't really matter, because if the other party does well, they will become increasingly dependent on me.

If the other party is not doing well, offering money won't help.

"That's it, I'm very busy." Shipping costs are cheap in Southeast Asia, as long as it's not strategic weapons.

"Okay!" Tian Jiahui nodded quickly, knowing that his boss was going to pick up his girlfriend.

Li Song went to pick up Alin again, but unfortunately, Alin's relatives came this time.

But young people always know how to have fun. When relatives come, they always find other ways to entertain them, so Arlene was busy all night.

"Brother Song, my hands are so sore. Why don't you go find another girlfriend?" Arlene asked, half-jokingly.

"I have a little devil like you, that's enough for me!" Li Song wasn't fooled at all.

"Yeah, right!" Although Arlene didn't believe it, she was still secretly pleased.

Furthermore, Uncle Hao wasn't entirely convinced of Li Song's abilities after receiving the news.

But now we're forced into a corner.

Knowing that the diamond market was about to collapse, Uncle Hao and his boss pulled off a series of maneuvers.

This maximizes the leverage value of diamonds, and the price of diamonds is rising while this is being done.

The price of diamonds rose to as high as $63,000 for a one-carat flawless diamond, so a lot of money was taken from banks and other institutions.

Now that diamond prices have suddenly dropped, banks and other institutions are demanding additional collateral.

Because everything was handled by Uncle Hao, the owner behind it all let Uncle Hao run away first.

They even arranged for Uncle Hao to go to Southeast Asia.

However, Uncle Hao was somewhat distrustful of his employer. After all, as long as he could disappear without a trace, the bad debt would be completely wiped out!
So Uncle Hao contacted Tin Ka-fai privately. Tin Ka-fai was initially unwilling to help, but after being threatened by Uncle Hao, he said he was willing to give him benefits.

So Uncle Hao decided to run away to Southeast Asia first, where he had acquaintances.

If things don't go well after we get there, then we can go to Southeast Asia.

(End of this chapter)