Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

News of the Shahe Gang's collusion with Jardine Matheson to seize fishermen's mudflats was like a boulder thrown into the already turbulent waters of Foshan, stirring up even greater waves. The fishermen, deprived of their livelihoods, gathered at the docks, their anger boiling over, yet they dared not speak out for fear of the Shahe Gang's power and the foreigners' guns. A sense of despair and indignation spread among the common people.

Inside Po Chi Lam, the atmosphere was heavy. Wong Fei-hung's brows were furrowed, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the table. He knew this matter was thorny; the Shahe Gang was ruthless, the foreigners were powerful, the government was weak, and the fishermen were vulnerable. If not handled properly, it could lead to bloodshed.

"Master, Zhao Tianba and Jackson are trying to wipe them out! How will those fishermen survive without mudflats?" Pork Rong gritted his teeth. He grew up at the docks and knew the fishermen's suffering well.

"Foreigners bully the weak, and the government turns a blind eye. Are we just going to stand by and watch them run rampant?" Liang Kuan was young and hot-blooded, and he couldn't wait to stand up for justice.

Toothpick Su handed over a newspaper with a worried expression: "Master...Master, the newspaper says that in the north...in the north, because of a teaching...teaching case, they...they paid out a lot of money, and...and someone was killed..."

Wang Huanbo remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Master, the Shahe Gang's move is intended to establish its authority and demonstrate its loyalty to the foreigners. A direct confrontation plays right into their hands and could give the foreigners an excuse to intervene militarily. We need to consider this carefully."

Huang Feihong gave Wang Huanbo an approving look: "Huanbo is absolutely right. Impulsiveness won't solve the problem. The most important thing right now is to calm the fishermen down, avoid unnecessary sacrifices, and then find a better solution." He decided to go to the dock himself to appease the fishermen and understand the specific situation.

Just then, light footsteps accompanied by the faint scent of gardenias drifted in. Aunt Thirteen (Joanna) walked in with a smile, carrying a bulky camera. "Feihong, what important matter are you discussing? You look so serious." Today, she was wearing a light blue Western-style dress, her hair pulled back, looking capable and radiant, a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere in the clinic.

Upon seeing Aunt Thirteen, Wong Fei-hung's tense expression softened slightly, but he quickly regained his seriousness and briefly recounted the events.

After listening, Aunt Thirteen frowned slightly: "These foreigners are really despicable! And those accomplices! Fei Hong, what do you plan to do? Do you need my help? I can write this down and maybe publish it in a foreign newspaper so that more people will know about their evil deeds!" She was Western-educated and quick-witted, and thought of using public opinion to put pressure on them.

Huang Feihong's heart skipped a beat; this was indeed an idea, but the risks were also great. "Joanna, I appreciate your kindness. But this matter involves many people, and if we publish it in the newspapers rashly, we might alert the fishermen and make their situation even more dangerous."

Aunt Thirteen was somewhat disappointed, but she understood Huang Feihong's concerns. She turned to Wang Huanbo, her eyes lighting up: "Junior Brother Wang, you are knowledgeable, do you have any good ideas?"

Wang Huanbo had a very good impression of Aunt Thirteen; she was kind, upright, and possessed an independent mind and drive rarely seen in women of that era. He thought for a moment and said, "Aunt Thirteen's idea is excellent. Public opinion is indeed a powerful tool, but it needs to be used at crucial moments. Right now, our priority is to ensure the safety of the fishermen, collect evidence of the Shahe Gang and foreigners' land grabbing, and unite with other potentially affected merchants and guilds to form a united front. If necessary, we can leverage the internal conflicts among the foreigners; Jardine Matheson is not a monolithic entity."

His thinking was clear, combining traditional wisdom with modern strategies. Aunt Thirteen nodded repeatedly, her beautiful eyes shining with admiration: "Junior Brother Wang, you're really amazing! Much better than those old fogies!" As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced at Huang Feihong, with a hint of coquettishness.

Huang Feihong coughed slightly, somewhat awkwardly. His feelings for Aunt Thirteen were complex and restrained. They were childhood sweethearts with a deep bond. Aunt Thirteen had returned from studying abroad, and her ideas and beliefs differed greatly from his. She often spoke and acted in ways that were "unconventional," making it difficult for this traditional martial artist to handle her. Yet, deep down, he couldn't help but care for her. As for Aunt Thirteen, her feelings for Huang Feihong were undisguised admiration and dependence. However, due to the social norms of the time and Huang Feihong's reserved nature, their relationship remained veiled.

Wang Huanbo observed the subtle interaction between the two and understood. He smiled and said, "Master is steady, and Aunt Thirteen is astute; each has her own strengths. This matter still needs careful consideration."

Ultimately, Wong Fei-hung decided that he would take Pork Wing and Leung Foon to the dock to appease the fishermen and find out the details; Wang Huanbo, being meticulous, was responsible for secretly investigating the specific dealings and evidence of the Shahe Gang and Jardine Matheson; and Thirteen Aunt, using her position, would keep an eye on the movements of the foreigners.

With the tasks assigned, everyone went their separate ways. Before leaving, Aunt Thirteen secretly slipped a small paper packet to Wong Fei-hung and whispered, "Fei-hung, the docks are chaotic, be careful. This is a Western bandage, it's more convenient than our wound medicine." After saying that, she blushed and quickly left.

Huang Feihong held the still-warm paper package, watching Aunt Thirteen's departing figure. He paused for a moment, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing across his resolute face, before carefully tucking the package into his pocket. All of this was observed by the observant Wang Huanbo.