Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Completely disrupted by Wang Yaotang, Chen Ziqian then opened up and started talking to Wang Yaotang about things back in China, and he was indeed tempted.

Having been rooted in Thailand for over a century, with their family businesses all here, how could they possibly make a whim and embark on an investment trip on a whim?

The more we chatted, the more I felt that Wang Yaotang was so knowledgeable that he didn't seem like someone from this era. How could a Hong Konger like you have so many insights into policies toward the mainland and Europe and the United States?
Okay, reading more newspapers and watching more news can help you understand some things, and it's still within the realm of comprehension.

...What a load of rubbish!

He knew exactly what was going on in the newspapers. The same event could be interpreted completely differently depending on the angle of the report. Just by reading the newspapers and the news, one would really believe that the siblings could send a helicopter to save a sparrow during a statewide power outage!
Europe and America are one thing, but damn it, you can name the subcontinent and the Middle East in great detail, while Chen Ziqian can't remember the locations of the various countries there without looking at a map.

Chen Ziqian really knows about Central Asia. Cotton is imported from India and Pakistan, and he has been there many times.

There's a claim that I don't know if it's scientifically accurate: the average person in the internet age receives 500-1000 times more information per day than in the pre-internet era. Even the most ordinary person, if they traveled back in time, would become a learned, eloquent, and charismatic pioneer of the era, someone who could be used like Zhuge Liang.

Future memories are the biggest cheat code!
If my son had the same level of education as this family, no, even just a tenth of it, I would be laughing all the way to the bank.

He couldn't find any reason to refuse someone with such broad knowledge who wanted to invest in China.

Of course, whether or not to cooperate still needs to be done step by step. He can't just make a decision based on Wang Yaotang's hype. Similarly, Wang Yaotang also needs to investigate whether Chen Ziqian is exaggerating, how much influence he has in Southeast Asian countries, and whether he can help him promote Giordano and Hongdou clothing.

If possible, Wang Yaotang also wants to expand into shoe manufacturing. The clothing industry has too low a barrier to entry, and the premium space is really limited if you don't become a top-tier brand. On the contrary, the barriers to entry for footwear, sports shoes, and casual shoes are much higher, and the brand value is far higher than that of clothing.

"There's another matter I wanted to discuss with Brother Wang this time." Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Ziqian said with a smile, "Of course, I'm just passing on a message. When you make a decision, please make sure to exclude my influence. It has nothing to do with me."

During the conversation just now, it was as if A-Jie and A-Ji were under a spell. They were somewhat interested in political commentary, but when the conversation turned to places whose names they had never even heard of before, who would be interested?

But now it's different; the two of them immediately perked up!

……

Bangkok, the central Lumpinee district, a "hereditary territory" of Thailand's wealthy elites.

Inside the 'floating glass capsule' of a high-end bar in a commercial office building, four young men from the Sorn and Thiti families were drinking with several girls. The door to the private room was pushed open, and a young man dressed in custom-made casual clothes walked in. He glanced around the room and said somewhat impatiently, "Get out."

The girls were stunned for a moment, then looked at the young men beside them. The young men patted the women's buttocks, and the group of girls immediately bowed and quickly walked out.

“What’s wrong with Wensong? Why is she so angry as soon as she arrives?”

"Did you know about the big fire in Din Daeng district last night?!"

Din Daeng District: Located in northern Bangkok, this area is considered to have a high crime rate, serious security problems, and a relatively poor social environment. It is one of the poorer communities in Bangkok.

"I do not know?"

"What fire?"

"What does this have to do with us?"

"Even if it's something really important, there's no rush to say a few words. Sit down and have a drink first."

"What does it have to do with anything?" Wen Song snorted and sat down, taking a sip of the red wine on the table. "Budipeng's warehouse was attacked, thousands of tons of fuel oil exploded, and everything was burned to the ground!"

"what!"

"damn it!"

"how come!"

"Heh, didn't you say there was no rush!" Wen Song sneered, giving the group a cold glance.

"Alright, Wensong, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me what happened!"

"Damn it, millions of dollars worth of goods, all burned?"

"It was all burned. It burned for ten hours before it stopped. There was nothing left in the entire warehouse."

"Who did it!"

Wensong glanced at the speaker and said, "The police said the fire was caused by improper storage."

"fart."

"impossible!"

"That's impossible. Someone called the police before the explosion and heard explosions and gunshots, but the police didn't want to investigate."

"Where are the police? What the hell are they doing?!"

"Who is the Din Daeng District Sheriff? Does he even want to keep his job?!"

"Ha, I'll say it for him, he doesn't want to do it anymore!" Wen Song pointed at his cousin and shouted, "There's a phone over there, you go, let's see what you can do!"

"I..." The younger cousin's expression froze when he was yelled at. He opened his mouth, wanting to get angry at his older brother but not daring to. He could only sit down angrily, pick up his wine glass and drink it all in one gulp.

The private room fell silent. Wen Song was their leader, and no one dared to speak when he got angry.

“Brother Wensong, do you even know who did this? We can’t just do nothing, can we? It’s a loss of millions of dollars, how are we going to fill such a huge hole?”

"Do you remember the Chinese gang that Budipeng mentioned before?"

The four nodded in unison. "I remember, Shengyi Hall, right? Didn't we make him kill someone?"

Wen Song took a deep breath. "I had someone inquire this morning. People from the Hong Kong headquarters of 'Sheng Yi Tang' have come. It must be them. I can't contact Budi Peng and his men. I've lost contact with all of them. They might all be dead."

“Last night, not only was Budipen attacked, but Napinan’s gang’s warehouse and villa were also massacred, and more than 40 bodies were found at the scene.”

“Including Budipeng’s men, they killed over a hundred people last night!” Wensong didn’t even realize his voice was trembling as he said this.

He didn't believe it at first either, so he went to the morgue to take a look. Before he went to see, he thought he was very brave. He had seen corpses before and had killed more than one or two women. So he ignored his subordinates' advice and insisted on seeing. As a result, the charred corpse was curled up to only one-third of its original size, and the smell it emitted could not be blocked by a mask. He vomited on the spot!
The other four young masters were dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

After a long pause, Thiti's kid gritted his teeth and said, "These Hong Kongers have invaded our territory and killed so many of our people. Are we just going to do nothing?"

“Yes, Brother Wensong, this matter can’t be left like this. So many of us have been killed. People who don’t know better would think this is Hong Kong.”

"Who's their boss? Where does he live? Kill him!"

"Kill him? Are you going to take the gun with you?" Wen Song asked irritably.

The four men were speechless. Outside of their home, Budipong had been supported by their small group, but now that everyone was dead, they had no one left to handle the dirty work.

"Where are the police? Hong Kong people come here to kill people, and they just pretend they don't see it!" my cousin asked indignantly. "They took so much money, and they just fed it to the dogs!"

"The police... dare not touch them."

"why?"

Several people's eyes widened.

"Is there no law left? Is there no justice left?!"

Song En Wensong pursed his lips and said through gritted teeth, "That damned lizard Budipeng didn't tell the truth at all. He only told us that Sheng Yi Tang also has branches in Hong Kong, but he didn't say how powerful Sheng Yi Tang is or who its leader is!"

As he spoke, Song En Wensong could no longer hold back and swept all the drinks on the table onto the floor.

The four men looked at each other in bewilderment. The younger cousin asked in a low voice, "Brother, is their leader very powerful?"

"One of the four newly emerging forces of the Hong Kong Hung Society, a newly rich man in Hong Kong with a net worth of over US$2 million, a nightclub tycoon, an audio-visual tycoon, and a clothing tycoon, with tens of thousands of people under his command and more than 2000 henchmen. He has also secretly brought in hundreds of crew-cut men who participated in the Vietnam War from the mainland, each of whom is an elite!"

"He has done many big things in Hong Kong. He wiped out one of the original four major forces overnight, killing hundreds of people. A while ago, because of some incident, he shot down a Royal Air Force helicopter with an RPG in front of the police!"

"Then what should we do about this?" the boy from the Tidi family asked in a low voice.

"This morning I asked Chen Ziqian from the Chen family of the cloth factory in Rachabang district to pass on a message to the other party: our Song En family and Tidi family will no longer pursue the matter of Butipong, but he must hand over a few people."

"That's it?" my cousin couldn't help but ask.

“Then what else do you want?” Son Wensong looked at his cousin Son Wensong. “Didn’t you want to kill him? He’s at the Dusit Thani Hotel. I’ve prepared a gun for you. Go and kill him.”

Son Wira: ? ? ?
She glared at her cousin, annoyed. "That's it. Don't do anything else, and don't make a big deal out of it. I think you understand."

Several people nodded.

They did these things behind their families' backs. Budipeng was like a secret stash of money for the group. After deducting necessary expenses, the money they earned each year was more than enough to support their daily lives, and they even had some left over.

Although they are from large families, which of these families, which have been passed down for over a hundred years, doesn't have a large population? Thailand doesn't have a one-child policy, and although the law advocates monogamy, it doesn't recognize "common-law marriages" as legal marital relationships. In the aristocratic class, it's common to have two or three wives.

The family could not leave much property to its members, but the powerful always had a way to easily make profits. This did not require any brains; all they needed to do was occupy an ecological niche in blood, sex, and mother-child relationships.

……

“They can choose when to start, but just as much, the right to end when to end is in my hands,” Wang Yaotang said casually.

“Okay, I will inform them.” Chen Ziqian nodded.

After thinking for a moment, he continued, "As far as I know, it's just some kids from the Song En and Tidi families. This kind of situation is quite common in Thailand, and the families probably don't even know about it."

Wang Yaotang nodded, signaling him to continue. "I don't mean anything by it, nor am I pleading for them. What I'm trying to say is that it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. You still have to expand into the Thai market, and your behavior is too... right? It's a bit inappropriate and could easily provoke resistance from the locals," Chen Ziqian said carefully.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Chen." Wang Yaotang nodded with a smile.

Chen Ziqian looked pleased.

"but……"

Chen Ziqian's heart skipped a beat.

Wang Yaotang looked at the other person and said in a low but firm voice, "They regard Thailand as their own territory, and everything here is theirs. How could they welcome outsiders to come to their territory and steal their meat? Therefore, they will not welcome me. If given the opportunity, they would definitely not mind turning all my investments into their own. What do you think, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Ziqian pursed his lips, unsure how to answer. The reasoning was correct, but it contradicted the traditional philosophy of dealing with people.

It cannot be said that the sayings "it is better to resolve enmity than to create it" and "one should forgive others when one can" are wrong. Indeed, there are many overseas Chinese who fight against such things, but over the years, the results have always ended tragically. Gradually, the practice of actively integrating into the local community has been formed.

“In my opinion, not only should we not stop, we should continue to beat them. I think their families know what their children are doing outside. Besides, it is the father’s fault if the son is not taught. Since they think of themselves as children, then their families should bear the responsibility.” Wang Yaotang grinned, his smile was very sharp. “If we don’t beat them until it hurts, how will they learn their lesson?”

"What I want is for them to hate me and fear me, so they won't go astray in the future, don't you think?"

"I don't know," Chen Ziqian sighed.

Wang Yaotang laughed and expressed his understanding, saying that overseas Chinese, without roots, would naturally not do such a thing, since they still need to beg for food in the local area.

But Wang Yaotang is different. He has the mainland as his backing. Even if he causes a huge problem, he can just go back and hide for a while. What can these small countries do? He doesn't care, so he is naturally unrestrained.

The people who should be afraid are locals like Song En and Tidi!

Still acting all cocky? We're coming to your house to take you away!

Wang Yaotang and his entourage got into their car and left. Chen Ziqian saw them off at the door. Looking at the convoy of eight cars, with nearly 30 people including the entourage and security, he shook his head. He did not agree with Wang Yaotang's idea of ​​increasing the number of cars to retaliate, but he was happy to see it.

Although they are all Thai, and it's almost impossible to tell the difference between Chinese and locals in daily interactions, there are still differences, especially those who still retain their Chinese names and do not have military power!

Everyone knows this, but that's just how things are in Southeast Asia: wealth is in the hands of the Chinese, military power is in the hands of the locals, and of course, political power is also in their hands, which can be considered a kind of 'balance'.

……

On the way back, A-Jie couldn't help but ask, "Why are these people so soft? They're clearly rich, what are they afraid of? The mercenaries we hired before only cost $10. Isn't it said that Southeast Asian Chinese control most of the wealth? Don't say you can't afford to hire them."

“Of course we can afford to hire them, but then what?” Wang Yaotang asked with a smile.

"What then?" A-Jie asked, puzzled.

"What happens after the murder? Aren't there any consequences? This is Thailand, and Thais are the dominant ethnic group. Not to mention the police, do you think the Thai military is a pushover? They can't handle invaders, but they can't handle Chinese!" Wang Yaotang snorted. "Their businesses are all in Thailand. What can they do? Abandon their families and run away?"

"Don't you understand the saying 'a person is worthless when they leave their hometown'? Do you think this is Hong Kong? In Hong Kong, whatever we do is an internal matter. As long as there is a winner and a loser, it doesn't affect anything else. But they dare not."

Ah Jie's face was still full of anger. He scratched his head and said, "So you still want to retaliate against them? Aren't you afraid the Thai military will take action?"

"The military?" Wang Yaotang scoffed. "I'll give them the guts, see if they dare to make a move. Do they think I have no one backing me? I'm a citizen of the motherland!"

"Whatever trouble we cause is a personal matter, but when the military gets involved, it escalates to the national level. Do you think they're our siblings?"

"Of course, this kind of thing depends on the target. Putting aside patriotism, purely from a personal perspective, why would I go to great lengths to get in touch with the North? It's because I have the backing of a major power that I feel more confident. If it were people from some small country, the Thai army would just say, 'I can't deal with the Chinese, but I can't deal with you either!'"

"So what if we kill you? Those small countries can only make a lot of noise in diplomacy; they can't do anything about it."

“North…” Ah Jie opened his mouth, well, it really is possible.

I didn't know about it before, and the Hong Kong British government didn't allow it to be publicized, but Wang Yaotang knew about it. After learning more about it, I realized that he was really good at fighting!

In the thirty years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the surrounding countries have been thoroughly beaten up one after another. Who wouldn't be confused?

He felt a surge of adrenaline when he heard Wang Yaotang say, "The enemy not only refused to surrender but also dared to fight back." His eyes were bloodshot, his heart pounded like a drum, and he wanted nothing more than to go out and kill a few Indians on the spot!

Just thinking about it made Ah Jie's blood boil. He slapped Wang Yaotang's thigh hard and said, "Let's get them! I'll go myself tonight and kill them!"

"Hiss!" Wang Yaotang gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

"what--"

"Don't hit me—"

"I give up, I give up—"

Even if we live in the internet age, it's still very difficult to find out where a wealthy person lives.

Although the wealthy and ordinary people live in the same world, they are indeed two completely parallel lines, one in the sky and the other on the ground, with no way of having any contact.

Besides Heaven and Earth...

Therefore, Wang Yaotang had to have his subordinates investigate this news, as he still had to attend the banquet hosted by Pinaphan that evening.

……

Not long after Wang Yaotang left, Chen Ziqian made a phone call, "Wen Song, it's me, your Uncle Chen."

"I talked to the other party about what you asked me to do, but... it's no use. We've only just met and have no prior connection, and besides..."

Wen Song's heart skipped a beat. "Uncle Chen, what are you saying?"

"This Mr. Wang, to use an old Chinese saying, is 'eagle-eyed and wolf-like.' I inquired with some friends in Hong Kong, and they say he's known for being ruthless and vindictive, so..."

Wen Song shuddered as the images of the charred corpses flashed through his mind again. "Uncle Chen, is there no other way? I... I won't ask him to hand over the people."

"Xiao Wensong, if I were to give you advice, you would have two choices: you and a few of you go to apologize in person, but be prepared to pay a price; or you can quickly explain the situation to your family and have them negotiate a solution with him."

“This…” Wen Song frowned, turned to look at his companions, “Okay, Uncle Chen, thank you, I will consider it.”

"This is your family matter, and I shouldn't interfere, but it would be best to talk to your family about it. That's all, I'll hang up now."

Goodbye, Uncle Chen.

"That old bastard did it on purpose, didn't he? Damn it, he didn't even play peacemaker and he sold us out!" My cousin was the first to yell.

Nobody paid him any attention. It's easy to keep the people behind him a secret from ordinary people, but for those at higher levels, it's too easy for them to find out.

"We absolutely cannot tell our family!" Tidi's family member said through gritted teeth.

Even if they are family, they will help them take the blame, but after causing such a big trouble, the country has its laws, and the family has its rules. Their treatment within the clan will definitely be reduced by more than one level!
Of course, the major event I'm referring to isn't because hundreds of people died, nor because of the three attacks, nor because of the fire that burned for 10 hours in the suburbs.

Ordinary people's lives are not lives!

The death of 100 people is not as good as the death of a pet dog you've raised for many years.

The real disaster was messing with the wrong person.

"Then go and apologize in person?"

Their gazes shifted, and Wen Song frowned deeply, clearly not wanting to go.

It's not a matter of losing face; a wise person doesn't stand under a crumbling wall.

"I don't think it's as serious as Old Man Chen makes it out to be. No matter how powerful he is, that's in Hong Kong. This is Thailand. Do you think he'd just run wild and kill a few stinky lizards? Would he dare kill us?"

"Yes, yes, I think it's just that old man Chen is trying to curry favor and make our family owe him a favor. The situation isn't that serious at all; it's just a power struggle among the subordinates!"

With each of them offering their own thoughts, Wen Song relaxed and realized that what they said made a lot of sense.

……

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ziqian pressed the rewind button on the phone and then pressed play.

Both recordings, one of Wen Song asking him to relay a message and the other of his reply, were recorded. If Wang Yaotang really took drastic measures, he would have something to say if the Song En and Ti Di families came knocking on his door.

You've given all the necessary reminders; it's just that your children aren't fighting for it!

……

Thai banquets have also become Westernized, with buffets now being served.

However, the banquet hall decorations and the attire of the service staff still maintained Thai elements, including some of the food and beverage offerings, which gave Wang Yaotang a new experience.

At the entrance of the banquet hall, members of the Pinapan family were there to greet guests. Upon seeing Wang Yaotang's invitation, they immediately led the guests inside. As soon as they entered the hall, Pinapan Nasi, the head of the Pinapan family, personally came to greet them.

After shaking hands and exchanging a few pleasantries, Pinapan Nasi personally led Wang Yaotang to the stage and gave a loud introduction via microphone, which drew rounds of applause from the audience.

After praising Bangkok a few times, he stepped down from the stage and walked through the crowd with Pinapan Nassi. There were quite a few Chinese people in the audience, and the overall feeling was quite good.

However, with such enthusiasm, it's hard to believe that Wang Yaotang isn't behind it. Let's see what tricks this guy has up his sleeve!
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