Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

After seeing Ninth Master and his group off, Wang Feng sat in his study, secretly pondering his next move.

He smoked three cigarettes in his study, and a preliminary plan had already formed in his mind.

He left the study, went to the room that Ninth Master had arranged for him, and went straight to sleep.

After two consecutive days of intense running, I only had one afternoon nap and haven't fully recovered yet. I need to take another nap.

Lying on the large bed that Ninth Master had bought for him, Wang Feng used his spiritual sense to explore the entire villa. He saw Ninth Master instructing the second brother and the others on their tasks for tomorrow, and he was very pleased.

After thinking it over, Wang Feng decided that he still didn't dare to give the 400 million Hong Kong dollars to Ninth Master and his men for the time being. Although it had been more than two months since the robbery of HSBC, the incident had a huge impact and there was a risk of disaster if it wasn't handled properly.

With this in mind, Wang Feng decided to proceed cautiously. With a thought, he took out a thousand catties of gold from his spatial storage and placed it in the secret underground room of the villa.

He then took out twelve more hard weapons from his spatial storage, along with matching bullets. The things that Ninth Master and the others had packed up in Beijing and asked him to bring over were also placed in the underground secret room.

This time, he didn't buy any hard weapons from the black market in Beijing. These twelve hard weapons were something he had acquired along with people when he stored them in his space.

If he can make a trip to Xiao Ri this time, when he comes back, equipping a regiment shouldn't be a problem, and he won't waste time on guns and ammunition.

If he can't go to the small town, he can still raid the foreigners' armories on Hong Kong Island to arm his own people.

In Hong Kong, without some influence, no matter what business you do, you'll just be feeding others. Building your own influence is essential.

As Wang Feng lay in bed thinking, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Wang Feng was woken up by car horns at seven o'clock. After getting up and washing up, he went downstairs.

At this time, Ninth Master and the others got up early and were waiting downstairs for dinner.

"Young Master Wang."

Upon seeing Wang Feng, the group immediately greeted him respectfully.

Wang Feng nodded and said to Ninth Master, "Ninth Master, please come to the study with me."

"Yes, Young Master Wang."

The two entered the study. Wang Feng sat down, while Ninth Master stood. Wang Feng went straight to the point:

"Ninth Master, there are a few more things I need you to do today. Last night I put a thousand catties of gold, twelve guns and bullets in the underground secret room. Later, you need to arrange for someone to buy ten large safes. From now on, all our valuables, including guns and ammunition, will be put in safes. You will be in full charge of them."

"I've also put the luggage you packed in Beijing in the underground secret room. You can arrange for someone to retrieve it later."

"Also, you should arrange for three people to exchange this thousand catties of gold for cash at different HSBC branches as start-up capital."

"By the way, you don't have Hong Kong Island ID cards yet. Lou San will arrange for someone to take you to get them later. That's all, understand?"

"Young Master Wang, I understand. After breakfast, I'll arrange for Second Brother and the others to take care of it," Ninth Master replied respectfully.

Wang Feng nodded: "Let's go downstairs for breakfast."

"Yes, Young Master Wang."

The two went downstairs, where the second brother's wife had already prepared breakfast. The table was full of steamed buns and some pickled vegetables, but nothing else.

"Let's eat."

Wang Feng sat in the main seat, picked up a steamed bun and started eating, but he wasn't used to eating this kind of steamed bun made with ordinary white flour.

Ninth Master and the others ate with relish. For them, having white flour steamed buns to eat every meal was already very good, so how could they dare to ask for more?

Wang Feng sighed and instructed Ninth Master, "Ninth Master, you should hire a head chef soon. Everyone can eat better. We don't lack this little bit of money. The food standard should be the same as my father-in-law's. But remember, you must find someone you can trust."

"Yes, Young Master Wang."

"Young Master Wang, is it because the food we cooked doesn't suit your taste?" Cuilan, the second son's wife, asked tremblingly.

Wang Feng waved his hand: "You guys aren't professional chefs, that's not your fault. I won't be staying here for long. I'm doing this for your own good. You need to be well-fed and have the energy to do things. You guys just need to take care of the kids and clean the house."

"Ninth Master, you can ask my father-in-law about hiring a head chef. Maybe he has a trustworthy acquaintance in that field."

"Yes, Young Master Wang."

"Young Master Wang, rest assured, we will take good care of the children so that the second son and the others won't have to worry about things at home and can focus on doing things for you outside."

The second son's wife and the others were deeply moved by Wang Feng's words; Young Master Wang was truly too kind to them.

Eating white flour steamed buns for breakfast was something they never dared to dream of before. Now they have to hire a professional chef to cook for them. According to the food standards at Mr. Lou's house yesterday, wouldn't they be able to eat several meat dishes every day?

It doesn't matter to the adults whether they eat well or poorly, but these eight children are at the age when they are growing. With such good food, they will definitely grow tall and strong in the future.

Wang Feng ignored what Ninth Master and the others thought. He ate a steamed bun and went upstairs to his study.

He closed the study door, took out the food from his spatial storage, and began to eat.

I didn't eat much yesterday, and when it really mattered, it was Jingru's cooking that was reliable.

The rice and steamed buns in his space were made with the finest rice and flour; two bowls of rice were enough to fill him up.

After finishing his meal, he took out some premium tea leaves, brewed a pot of tea in his study, and drank it by himself in the study.

After finishing his tea, he went downstairs.

"Young Master Wang."

"Ninth Master, have the second brother and the others gone out?" Wang Feng asked.

Ninth Master nodded: "There are too many things to do today, so I've arranged for all five of them to go out and run errands."

"Yes, Ninth Master, no matter how much work there is, there must be a man at home, and he must have a tough weapon on him, understand?" Wang Feng instructed.

"Understood, Young Master Wang."

Ninth Master is a man who came from a time of war and chaos. He knows these things better than anyone else. There are five women and eight children in his family. If there is no man at home, and bandits break in, it will be too late for them to regret it.

After giving Ninth Master some more instructions, Wang Feng left the villa and headed outside.

Originally, Ninth Master wanted Wang Feng to wait a while until Second Brother and the others drove back so they could give Wang Feng a ride, but Wang Feng refused.

Wang Feng went out this time to inquire whether there were any ships going to Xiao Rizi these days, and he didn't want anyone to know about this.