Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

After returning home on the third day after her wedding, Lou Xiaohui was officially married into the He family. Perhaps influenced by her mother's words and deeds, the young beauty suddenly became sensible after returning home, and her tactful flattery allowed He Ping'an to take full advantage of her.

After spending a few more days fooling around with the pretty girl, He Ping'an seemed to finally remember his serious business. He decided to issue a wide invitation... to the five major families of the new district to hold a tea party.

On that day, He Ping'an was dressed smartly and capablely in a suit and tie, while Lou Xiaohui next to him wore a princess dress and had her hair tied up in a bun, saying that it would look neat and tidy.

"The domineering CEO and his ball-headed little wife"?

As long as the beauty is happy, that's all that matters. With He Ping'an standing by him, who would dare to underestimate his adorable little wife with her ball-headed hairstyle!

"Gentlemen, please try it! Any feedback?" He Ping'an pulled Lou Xiaohui to sit in the main seat. He waved for the servants to serve tea…

112 cups of herbal tea were served, 56 of which were cold and 56 were steaming hot.

A bunch of old fogies with empty eyelashes—if they wanted to, there would be very little that could be hidden from them in the New Territories. They had already heard about some of the actions of the Peng family of Fanling, and they also had some understanding of He Ping'an's deeds.

The group each selected several different flavors of herbal tea, naturally ordering one hot and one cold. After finishing, those who were on good terms exchanged smiles, while those who weren't acquainted glared at each other. Clearly, they all saw the huge business opportunity...

He Ping'an was too lazy to listen to the flattery of those old geezers, and went straight to the point:

"Let's get straight to the point. These things are for you, or more precisely, for the New Territories... I won't go into the reasons; you can ask your friends in the North yourselves. Whether you take it or not, it's up to you!"

During the War of Resistance against Japan, it wasn't just the Peng family in the New Territories who contributed; the other four families all had members who went into hiding and risked their lives. They had already used their connections to find out the truth: no one was a fool, and no one wanted to die, so no one withdrew!

Then came some requirements... The profit from each cup of herbal tea was only 1 cent; it had to be sold directly to the public, and no reselling was allowed; it had to be distributed throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon within a week!

Still no one spoke. He Ping'an naturally knew what they were waiting for, so he clapped his hands to signal the servants to pull down the silk curtains on both sides of the living room!

"Whoosh..." The silk fell, eliciting gasps of astonishment. Stacks of massive cattle formed two Great Walls!

The five clan leaders exchanged bewildered glances, all seeing the same level of confusion in each other's eyes. They knew many people from the north, but they had never seen anyone with so much money. This man's extravagance was even more extreme than that of the Kuomintang!

This is exactly the effect He Ping'an wanted. He has money, so he doesn't lack people or land.

"Now listen to me... 10% profit per cup, the more you sell, the more you earn!"

"Mr. He, what should we do about the gang?"

"Yes, Mr. He! And the government, and corrupt police?"

He Ping'an fixed his gaze on the two people speaking, and sneered, "Trying to raise the price with me? Ha... I'll handle the gangs, you guys deal with the government. If you can't handle it, then it's your own fault that others are making a living while you're eating dirt!"

The two men fell silent instantly…not daring to argue further. For them, the most troublesome thing was always the triads, because they didn't follow the rules. The government was different; at least they had a code of conduct!

This Mr. He really didn't leave them any room at all!

"Furthermore, for the family with the highest sales each year, I will provide five recipes, and all profits from those five recipes the following year will belong to that family!"

Suddenly, He Ping'an's gaze fixed on Peng Yuansheng, and he said with a half-smile:

"Of course, given Mr. Peng's most active role and dedication to the cause of the Party and the country, I have given the Peng family six prescriptions free of charge! They can also be used for year-end statistics!"

He Ping'an's first sentence was fine, and his second sentence was fine too. It was just that these two sentences, put together, maliciously pointed directly at the Peng family of Fanling.

Of course, if anyone could grasp the third point, He Ping'an wouldn't mind granting them wealth and status. It's the same old saying... money doesn't matter who earns it, so why not find someone acceptable!

He Ping'an seemed to think the fire wasn't burning bright enough, and his smile grew even wider as he looked at Peng Yuansheng. "Whether you jointly nominate one person or act independently is none of my concern. Anyway, I'm only offering five prescriptions!"

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight! A few apologies and you think you can turn gold ingots into goose-laying hen? Dream on! Go ahead and be a target!

As soon as He Ping'an uttered those few words, the other four families all turned to look at Peng Yuansheng, their smiles beaming!

With the price and procedures finalized, the other details were naturally not a problem. The pretty young Lou Xiaohui took over He Ping'an's position and began assigning specific tasks.

The business plan was indeed written entirely by the young lady; He Ping'an only offered a few pointers at most. The Lou family's business acumen is passed down to daughters, not sons… it's hereditary!

Initially, the pushcarts will offer half hot and half cold tea; buy hot tea for half price and get a free cold tea. Just patiently wait for the hot tea to become obsolete, then the pushcarts will be discontinued, and each person will take a wooden box and sell their tea on the street!

He Ping'an only cares about the volume of goods each supplier picks up; everything else is disregarded! His approach is nothing short of brutal and ruthless...

After the five people left, Lou Xiaohui snuggled into He Ping'an's arms. "Ping'an, without anyone supervising them, they might not follow the rules?"

"Not just possible, it's certain!" He Ping'an's large hand automatically identified the target, playing with the precious object. "You know the story of 'having a legitimate reason for attacking,' right? Sigh... that's the downside of a king's army!"

The pretty girl offered a kiss, saying, "You're so naughty, you big pervert!"

In just one week, the new-style herbal tea, with its excellent taste and refreshing taste, quickly captured the herbal tea market among children, young people, and office workers.

Nowadays, the only people in the herbal tea shops on the street are elderly people who have been drinking bitter, scalding hot herbal tea all their lives. They gather together to drink tea, chat, and reminisce about the glorious past!

With fame comes trouble, and making money attracts unwanted attention. That day, He Ping'an was still holed up at home, frolicking with the pretty young woman. An invitation—or rather, an accusation—was brought into the bedroom by the maid.

"White-headed snake? Rattlesnake?" He Ping'an glanced at it casually and tossed it aside, continuing his striptease guessing game with the pretty girl!

Wo Shing Wo, a long-established local triad, enjoyed its golden age in the 50s. The later infamous Shui Fong (Water House) also split off from it!

At the end of the month, Yuen Long Main Road, which has the most restaurants in the New Territories, is packed with people, and the restaurants are full. This is because this day of the month is the day when the Wo Shing Wo boss in the New Territories, known as "White Head," gives his underlings "Red Flower" (payment).

The most important members of Hong Kong and Kowloon triads have never been low-level thugs, but rather their elite, daring fighters. They don't collect debts or engage in street brawls; they only draw their knives and attack when necessary. These are called… knife-wielders!

They receive a fixed salary every month, and today is the day Bai Tou pays his henchmen.

At the street corner, a thug came out of a restaurant facing the street and saw a strange man standing at the street corner grinning foolishly, cursing him angrily.