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

For a city or county like Kachin, let alone having any epidemic prevention and control capabilities, it's simply a joke.

Crow Liu Teng stood up, shoved aside the people around him, strode up behind Suo Wen, grabbed his hair to make him lift his head, pointed at the plane in the sky and shouted: "I fucking hate it when someone points a gun at my head, do you know that, do you know that!"

"I know, I know," Sowen replied in a low voice, wincing in pain but not daring to struggle, his face contorted with grief.

Several of his men quietly dropped their guns on the ground and kicked them a distance away, keeping their heads down and not daring to say a word.

It wasn't that they were truly afraid of Crow Liu; that guy was just a small fry coming to collect debts. What they were afraid of were the planes in the sky.

Damn it, after so many years in business, I've owed money to others more than once or twice. No matter how fierce the rebels are, they've still owed money and supplies many times, and the rebels can't do anything about it.

After all, as rebels, they still needed to rely on these connected merchants to handle smuggling supplies and purchasing goods; they were in a cooperative relationship.

Soe Win thought that the Wangs were like him, only that they had the backing of the Chinese and could be suppliers to rebels like Luo, Peng, and Zhang, and through them they had reached some cooperation with the military government.

As for the Chinese, they're just selling goods.

He had seen many Chinese businessmen over the years, and their businesses were indeed very large, but so what? They were all afraid of trouble, and in his eyes they were just wealthy cowards.

Little did they expect that the payment period would be delayed by only half a month, and then planes, cannons, and rockets would come flying at them.

As for?
I just want to know, is it really that serious?

Is that extra late payment fee enough to cover the cost of fuel and ammunition?

Soe Win was just an ordinary person with some connections and a lot of courage hiding in the rebel territory. He had no high-level channels at all, and most of his knowledge of the outside world came from listening to the radio and watching TV. The horrific things that Wang Yaotang had done could not possibly be broadcast on TV.

In his eyes, the man surnamed Wang did indeed have a lot of men under his command, and he had heard that he also had warships. But so what? Could men infiltrate Kachin or could warships sail up there?

cannot?

There can be nothing to be afraid of!

Now we have the answer: crew cuts can't be brought ashore, and warships can't land, but damn it, planes can fly over and could kill him at any time!
"You owe our boss money? Who the hell gave you the guts!" Crow Liu snapped the man's head back and slapped him repeatedly. "You think you can rely on the few men under your command?"

Crow Liu was genuinely angry. He truly couldn't understand how these bandits were thinking, insisting on causing trouble and making a complete mess of things. They wasted no time and achieved nothing, leaving him with the impression of being incompetent to his boss.

Just thinking about it makes me furious!
He dragged Sowin by the hair and started to walk outside. Sowin screamed and grabbed Crow Liu's hand, "Don't drag me, don't drag me! I'll pay you, I'll pay you, right now!"

"Too late!" Crow Liu shoved the man to the ground. "Congratulations, you've successfully piqued Wang Sheng's interest. He's eager to see what you look like, the one who dares to owe him money and refuse to pay it back."

Sowen stood there dumbfounded, not knowing whether it was from the pain or the fear, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Kachin is less than 300 meters away from Yangon in a straight line, which is exactly within the combat radius of the Y-5 transport aircraft. Soe Win was tied to the wing. It wasn't that he had never been on a plane before, but sitting on the wing was a first for him.

The screams started during takeoff, almost drowning out the sound of the propellers. At an altitude of over 1000 meters and a speed of 250 kilometers per hour, it was incredibly thrilling...

Anyway, he soon ran out of strength to scream. As he dove down to land, watching the ground rapidly approach, Sowin screamed in a hoarse voice. After a final jolt, Sowin went completely limp.

The reason why Suowen wasn't sent to Wang Yaotang immediately was because he was too filthy. He was urinating and defecating, and his pants couldn't even hold it in. A lot of filth splashed down his trousers and onto the fuselage, which made the pilot so angry that he almost jumped out and beat the bastard to death.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already exhaling more than inhaling.

Wang Yaotang only saw the person the next day. The person was taken to the hospital. They owed more than $800 million and absolutely could not die.

So being in debt does have its advantages.

Upon meeting, Wang Yaotang was greatly disappointed. Suowen knelt on the ground, trembling and unable to utter a single word, showing no trace of the arrogant demeanor he had shown before when he dared to incur debts.

This kind of person is utterly useless except for wasting time.

After transferring the money, Wang Yaotang waved his hand and said, "Hang it on the flagpole in the square. I've finally realized that bad people really do come from poor and remote areas. If I don't use some tricks, they'll think I'm easy to bully."

"There's really no point in arguing with someone so ignorant. Just make sure he doesn't die. As long as he can continue to sell goods and create value, he's a good distributor, and it shows that I, Wang Yaotang, am still magnanimous."

Sha Ze nodded, then turned and led his men out to do their work.

There are some things they have to do even if the boss hasn't told them to. When a debt is overdue, Wang Sheng directly dispatches "fighter jets" to collect the payment. The fact that someone was brought back tied to the wing of a plane and hung on a flagpole as a warning to others must be publicized.

This also protects others who are not yet fully clear-headed; it's good for everyone.

Yangon is the capital, a place of great importance. How could it be proper to hang someone on a flagpole? When the police came over and found out that the person had been captured by the rebels, they turned and left.

The rebels are not human.

The news was deliberately spread through various channels, making the subsequent debt collection work much easier.

Some businessmen with ties to the military government were also warned not to make any small moves. They were told that the Annamese army under the surname Wang had been annihilated in an organized manner, and that they would not be lenient in dealing with this kind of thing.

The military government is unlikely to turn against Wang Yaotang because these businessmen break contracts and lack credibility.

After hanging up the phone, Ding Aung Min Oo of Bago looked bewildered. He had already instructed that payment be made as soon as the goods arrived. Bago was a transit port in ancient times, and in modern times it is the second largest port city after Yangon. Over the years, his business has spread to the Karen gang, which is controlled by the anti-government armed forces next door. He pays great attention to channels and information and knows that Wang Yaotang is the most ruthless force that has risen in Southeast Asia in recent years. He cannot afford to offend him.

Just as he was about to call his secretary in to ask what was going on, the office door was suddenly kicked open. The secretary stumbled and fell to the ground with a scream. Ding Angmin jumped up from his chair in shock, looking at the several crew-cut men with guns who rushed in with suspicion.

"You... calm down, calm down, let's talk this out. You're from Huayao Company, right? I already transferred the payment." Seeing the gun pointed at him, Ding Angminwu quickly raised his hands and softened his tone.

"Give it to me? Are you sure?" A voice came from outside the door, and then Crow Liu, dressed in trousers and a shirt with gold-rimmed glasses, looked like a refined scoundrel.

"Of course, I promise."

Crow Liu waved for the crew-cut man to put down his gun and said in a friendly tone, "That's strange. The company hasn't received payment from you in the account, otherwise I would have..."

He shrugged as he spoke.

Ding Angminwu's eyes widened instantly. His first reaction was that Huayao's people were trying to blackmail him, but he immediately thought it was impossible.

Wang Yaotang was nicknamed "Little God of Wealth" in his early years. It was widely rumored in the martial arts world that he was generous, righteous, and magnanimous, and it was impossible for him to do such a despicable thing.

Moreover, Chinese people are known for their good reputation in Southeast Asian business circles.

After all, there's nowhere to get those counterfeit and substandard products these days...

No matter how much they criticize state-owned enterprises, there's really nothing wrong with the quality.

"I'll send someone in to ask," Ding Angminwu said, looking at his secretary sitting on the floor. "Hurry up and go!"

"Oh, oh, oh." The secretary got up, shrank back, and scurried out along the wall.

Crow Liu gave Crew Head a wink, and one of them followed.

Ding Angmin breathed a long sigh of relief and forced a smile, saying, "My friend, you've worked hard. Please sit down and have something to drink."

"Either is fine." Crow Liu nodded and sat down on the sofa.

"I suspect there's a problem here. Could you please come over?" Ding Angminwu personally went over and opened the refrigerator, carrying a lot of cola, beer, and mineral water, and handed them out to the crew-cut men one by one.

I just hope they don't hit any vital points when they actually have to make a move...

The crew-cut men remained expressionless and motionless. Crow Liu smiled and said, "Boss Ding Ang, there's no need to trouble yourself. They won't eat or drink anything outside their designated area during their mission; that's their rule."

"Ah, ha, ha." Ding Angmin chuckled twice. "They're really dedicated. Wang Sheng's men are really capable."

Crow Liu didn't stand on ceremony. He opened a bottle of ice-cold cola, took a few gulps, and chatted with Ding Angmin, seemingly genuine, perhaps due to some misunderstanding. A short while later, the man with the buzz cut brought in a man with slicked-back hair. The man's glasses were askew, one lens was missing, and there was a footprint on his face; he looked quite disheveled.

“Wu Dengsheng!” Ding Angminwu knew at a glance that the problem might be with him, and immediately asked loudly, “All the goods ordered last week have arrived at the port. I said cash on delivery. Where is the payment? Has it been transferred?”

(PS: In the Burmese naming system, 'U' is not a surname, but a widely used honorific prefix, mainly used to address adult males, to show respect for elders and those of social status.)

Wu Dengsheng knelt on the ground with a thud and kept kowtowing, unable to utter a single word.

Ding Angmin's face flushed red, and his fingers trembled with anger. He knew exactly what was going on; it was nothing more than a trick to withhold payment and take advantage of the situation.

He knew that his subordinates were trying to extort money and bribes, but he had never bothered with it.

If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. How can you expect everyone to honestly accept their salary and work diligently? Anyone with a bit of power wants to monetize it, especially since this is the prevailing attitude in Myanmar from top to bottom.

He never expected that these people would be so brainless, daring to delay paying anyone's money, almost getting him killed.

The affairs of the nation rest entirely in the hands of you lowly officials!
Forcibly suppressing his anger, he bowed to Crow Liu without even catching his breath, saying, "I will transfer the money immediately, and this person will be handed over to Wang Sheng for disposal. I really know nothing about this matter."

Crow Liu shook his head and smiled, "You buy, I sell, that's the rule of the market. What does Wang Sheng need your people for? If word gets out, it'll sound like Wang Sheng forced you, which isn't good."

Ding Angminwu's face paled slightly, and he quickly waved his hand, "I didn't mean that, it's my fault, I'll transfer the money right away."

"Okay, that's settled then. It'll be a pleasure doing business with you." Crow Liu stood up and shook hands with the other party. "By the way, because the funds didn't arrive on time, many of Mr. Wang's businesses have been affected, quite significantly. So please remember to pay the late fees. The daily interest rate is 0.001%. Is that alright?"

"No problem, not at all."

Crow Liu nodded and turned to leave. Ding Angmin wanted to see him off but was stopped and thoughtfully closed the door for him.

As soon as the person left, Ding Angminwu's face darkened abruptly. He grabbed a nearby crystal ashtray and smashed it against his valuables with a loud bang.

Wu Dengsheng only managed to let out half a scream before collapsing to the ground...

To be able to build such a large business in Myanmar and hold so many US dollars, do you really think he's some kind of perfect gentleman?

……

After the loan was secured, the speed of collection accelerated significantly, and logistics and delivery also went smoothly, which made Wang Yaotang quite happy.

Whether it's domestic or international trade, receiving payments is always the most difficult part; once you get that sorted out, everything else is a minor issue.

With the successful experience in Myanmar, Wang Yaotang and the China Resources Group were full of confidence and set their sights on Siam.

As the Southeast Asian country where Wang Yaotang first began to cultivate his career, his influence here is greater than in Myanmar.

In the latter half of 1986, Wang Yaotang arrived in Bangkok with Huayao's team.

It was a semi-official operation, with prior written communication. Siamese Minister of Commerce Atticha Sukrit personally went to the airport and even closed it off for an hour, prohibiting other planes from landing and unrelated personnel from entering or leaving.

Given the people that this man surnamed Wang has offended in recent years... the Siamese side is very afraid that someone will try to take Wang Yaotang down with them at the airport, regardless of whether they succeed or not, it would be too ugly.

The red carpet, the band, the reporters—everything was done according to national standards; it was an exceptionally high level of hospitality.

Two words: Status!
As expected, the Annamese's attack was not in vain, and the Siamese side was very pleased.

After going through the formalities, he was scheduled to meet the King of Siam the next day. Compared to the makeshift Burma, Siam was much more disciplined. No one asked him about the conflict with Annam or about the merits of 0 and the poisonous spider.

The people at China Resources were frustrated; they had a great product on display but didn't receive any praise.

The Chinese have been suppressing their feelings for too long and desperately need external affirmation.

Wang Yaotang laughed and said, "Does Siam lack good warships? The five permanent members of the UN Security Council are willing to sell them advanced warships if they want to buy them. What they lack are people. Of course, their international stance is also one of neutrality."

Unlike Annam, which leaned towards Russia, or the Philippines, which leaned towards the United States, Siam primarily cooperated with China. Its aristocratic system of governance remained stable, and its economy adopted an open approach. Its currency was pegged to the US dollar and traded freely, resulting in quite good development.

Of course, let's not talk about combat effectiveness.

A gentleman uses words, not fists; fighting and killing are too crude...

My position is perfectly clear: even if 98 was severely exploited, the upper echelons of domestic interest groups remain fundamentally unaffected, and their rule remains stable. As for the common people... if one option doesn't work, try another; if all else fails, cut them off and replace them with something else. There's always a way out.

On the third day, formal negotiations with the Ministry of Commerce began. Overall, Siam welcomed the Laos and China to hold a "special trade fair," but some details still needed to be discussed.

The Siamese government is taking concrete actions, providing a certain degree of protection for some of its domestic industries by creating a specific list of prohibited goods.

Textiles, clothing, rice, corn, rubber, sugar and other agricultural products and food, jewelry, handicrafts, furniture, etc... there are more than 100 subcategories.

Wang Yaotang was not involved in the specific negotiation details; those from China Resources were responsible for them. The subcategories were further subdivided, and Siam's exports were all primary industrial products and raw materials.

In comparison, Laos and China have a complete industrial system, so there is almost nothing they don't produce. For Siam, purchasing from Laos and China can save more foreign exchange, reduce capital outflow, and boost the domestic economy.

The negotiations went relatively smoothly. Midway through, Wang Yaotang told the China Resources representatives to stop while they were ahead and that it was time to call it a day. Since it was their first time organizing a trade fair, success was the most important thing.

The people at China Resources seem to have gotten carried away by their success in Myanmar and want to launch a 'satellite' project in the more affluent Siam. It just goes to show how eager they are to make progress.

Negotiations were progressing rapidly, and Wang Yaotang was equally busy receiving dignitaries and high-ranking officials from Siam.

The Lao-Chinese trade fair is expected to generate a large volume of transactions. Previously, these people did not know much about the Lao-Chinese community, which was right next door, for many reasons, which need not be elaborated. However, because Wang Yaotang and his group began to learn more about the Lao-Chinese community, they immediately discovered many business opportunities.

From a national perspective, this Laos-China trade fair has a positive effect, but it would be even better if this positive effect could be controlled by each participating company.

What they need is the exclusive distribution rights for certain products in a specific location, preferably with control over pricing.

If Wang Yaotang is willing to cooperate, they will actively cooperate and vigorously promote the trade fair.

Monopolistic distributors, well, they are definitely a threat to the market economy. Controlling the distribution channels means controlling the upstream market, which puts domestic manufacturers in a passive position.

Wang Yaotang was not only fighting for the rights of manufacturers in his hometown, but also taking responsibility for his own influence, so after careful consideration, he did not agree.

At most, you can only have exclusive distribution rights for one brand, and in return, you must be responsible for after-sales service.

China Resources had no say in these negotiations with local dignitaries in other countries, which was the main reason why its business encountered bottlenecks. It was a matter of negotiating with each of the more than 70 prefectures, and Wang Yaotang was exhausted from all the negotiations.

That's just how market development works.

This trade fair is on a larger scale, with more than 180 manufacturers, more than 400 categories, and more than 2000 products. Each family has to carefully consider their own interests, and it's not something that can be solved by simply calling everyone together for a meeting.

National-level dignitaries, prefectural-level dignitaries, and dignitaries within prefectures all engaged in private exchanges of benefits, dragging things out for nearly three months before finally reaching a rough agreement in November.

Fortunately, Siam has a tropical climate, and November is the peak tourist season. Wang Yaotang abused his power for personal gain and openly set the venue for the trade fair in Pattaya. Everyone gave him face and emptied the entire hotel.

In the end, more than 180 factories owned by Lao Zhong were left without a place. Wang Yaotang had to get local families to help by giving up more than 20 private estates to make arrangements.

The level of hospitality was incredibly high; these factory workers in China have never experienced anything like this before. It just goes to show how damn corrupt capitalism is, so, so, so damn decadent.

Cool...

The trade fair in Siam was far superior to the one in Myanmar in terms of media coverage, hospitality, and staff.

With the cooperation of various families, the transaction volume exploded from the first day, and after seven days, the total transaction volume reached a staggering $12 billion!
In 85, China's total foreign trade exports amounted to US$273.5 billion, and this trade fair alone accounted for as much as 4.3% of that, which was unplanned!

Luo Wenhua, and the entire China Resources Group, were beaming with joy. (End of Chapter)