Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Jianren Yuan really knows how to do business.

Wan Fung Restaurant, located at 33 Yin Han Street, 2nd Floor, To Kwa Wan, was a rare medium-sized Cantonese restaurant in an industrial area during the 1950s and 60s.

Older local residents also know that the third floor of Wan Fung, which is not open to the public, is the site of the To Kwa Wan branch of the Luen Ying Society!

Tie Tou pulled his rickshaw all the way to Yinhan Street.

Wanfeng Restaurant is located at the top of the stairs, and the waiters who greet diners are also members of the Lianying Society.

From afar, they could see the imposing men pulling the cart, and one of them, with a smile, carefully approached them.

Lin Zhaoyuan got out of the car and, before the other person could speak, took out his business card and handed it over: "Brother, could you please tell Boss Su that I, Lin Zhaoyuan, am just passing by and would like to have a cup of tea?"

"Oh, it's Boss Lin. Mr. Hai isn't here right now. Please come upstairs, both of you. Please have a seat, and we'll contact Mr. Hai right away." The waiter took the business card with both hands and stepped forward to lead the way: "Mr. Hai knew you were coming, so he'll definitely come back."

"Yes, thank you for your trouble." Lin Zhaoyuan nodded and led Tie Tou up the stairs.

The waiter moved quickly and rushed into Wanfeng Restaurant.

He first summoned the manager, instructing him that they were important guests and requesting that they open a private room, serve a pot of five-year-aged Pu'er tea, four savory tea snacks, four sweet tea snacks, and two additional tea-accompanying snacks.

Once the table was full of things, the man apologized and started making phone calls to various venues looking for Su Zhenhai.

Inside the private room, Lin Zhaoyuan ate a crystal shrimp dumpling: "Not bad, Brother Tietou, give it a try and see if you can rival the ones at Fengru Teahouse?"

Tie Tou loved this kind of scene the most. Without Lin Zhaoyuan telling him, he had already eaten two pieces of custard sponge cake.

Tie Tou picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a shrimp dumpling, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing: "The shrimp are bigger than Feng Ru's, but the wrappers are a bit worse, yet it tastes just as good! Young Master Yuan, I think there's a reason why Brother Wei didn't do well in the past."

"Oh? How so?" Lin Zhaoyuan became interested and looked at Tie Tou with a smile.

Tie Tou tilted his head back and drank half a cup of tea, wiped his mouth and looked at the private room: "Sham Shui Po is a notoriously poor place in Hong Kong!"

Ten companies came to plant their flags, and all ten wanted to open gambling dens. Most of them were not satisfied with just one; they wanted at least two or three.

But how many of the people who live there have enough money in their pockets to gamble every day?

"Pounce on the mother fish! There are more fishing rods on the bank than fish in the pond. What's the point of catching anything?"

Then take a look at Su Zhenhai, that old geezer, he's incredibly sharp!

Opening a mid-range food stall means that people of all incomes can afford to eat there. You can even negotiate with others to host a banquet and recoup your investment by hosting a few more banquets.

No wonder they can make white paper fans; they really know how to run a business!

Lin Zhaoyuan couldn't help but chuckle, pointing the end of his chopsticks at Tie Tou: "Alright, alright, next time you see Awei, tell him that opening a restaurant and becoming a local tycoon will make him money, and you'll get to eat for free."

"Young Master Yuan, don't expose my thoughts." Tie Tou blushed and chuckled.

The two didn't wait long before Su Zhenhai, having received the news, rushed back.

Knocking on the door and entering, Su Zhenhai laughed heartily at Lin Zhaoyuan: "Boss Lin, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Come, come, everyone, let's go upstairs to the office for tea."

"Boss Su, no need to trouble yourself, the dishes at this restaurant are very delicious."

"Why don't you just go all out today and have the kitchen prepare a few more of their signature dishes? We can eat and talk at the same time." Lin Zhaoyuan pulled Su Zhenhai aside and added with a smile, "Consider it a meal I'm treating you to."

"Oh dear, it's rare that Boss Lin likes it so much; we couldn't even get him to come!" Su Zhenhai was overjoyed upon hearing this and instructed the restaurant manager beside him, "Go, tell the kitchen to do their best. I'm hosting a banquet today, so let's see what they've got to offer!"

"Yes. Please wait a moment, I will go down and give the instructions immediately." The manager did not dare to delay and went down to give instructions personally.

Several waitresses came in to clear the table. Lin Zhaoyuan took out his cigarette case, knocked out a Lucky One, and handed it to Su Zhenhai.

Su Zhenhai didn't mind, and smiled as he took the food and lit it: "Boss Lin, it's rare that you have time today, please do me the honor of letting me treat you well."

"Mr. Su, you're too kind." Lin Zhaoyuan nodded with a smile, secretly observing the other party's expression.

Unexpectedly, Su Zhenhai was also looking at him with a searching gaze.

Four pairs of eyes met, and the two men chuckled in unison—both were treacherous.

Su Zhenhai, this local tyrant, declared that when he hosted a banquet, Wanfeng's kitchen not only served food quickly but also had high quality control, with dishes being served in a continuous stream, and the ingredients were inseparable from abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, and fish maw.

After opening a bottle of Rémy Martin, Su Zhenhai dismissed the hotel waiters, leaving only the Rémy Martin bull to keep him company.

Both of these big shots were worldly-wise. They took a few bites of each dish and then started talking about serious business, leaving the two gluttons beside them to finish the meal.

"Boss Su, what kind of business have you been busy with lately?" Lin Zhaoyuan put down his chopsticks and took the small crown thin ring cigar that Su Zhenhai handed him.

Su Zhenhai lowered his head, took a couple of puffs, and said, "The businesses that someone like me can do are always the same few things, the kind that aren't respectable. I won't talk about them and make Boss Lin laugh at me."

However, I personally oversaw everything at this restaurant, from food preparation to service.

After a pause, Su Zhenhai smiled at Lin Zhaoyuan: "Boss Lin, what's your opinion?"

"Not bad at all. Every dish is perfect in color, aroma, taste, presentation, and presentation. The service is also very attentive." Lin Zhaoyuan leaned back in his chair. "I just didn't expect that Boss Su would be so knowledgeable about the catering industry!"

Actually, I've always thought that you, like me, work in the plastics industry.

"No way!" Su Zhenhai waved his hand, his face full of self-deprecation: "I have a personal relationship with Zhou Qianhe, the general manager of Yellow River Plastics, before you, Boss Lin, showed up."

I've been using his connections to buy the waste plastic flowers produced monthly by the old Yellow River factory at low prices, then resell them to the scrap market, making a small profit as a middleman.

As they were talking, Su Zhenhai slapped away Niu Gu's chopsticks that were reaching for the lobster, stood up with a cigar in his mouth, and personally rearranged the lobster and the cold dish in front of Lin Zhaoyuan.

Lin Zhaoyuan repeatedly said no, but Su Zhenhai warmly urged, "Eat it while it's hot, the lobster won't taste good when it's cold."

Picking up a piece of steamed lobster, Lin Zhaoyuan pointed to the table: "Boss Su, why don't you consider placing a smaller rotating table made of glass or solid wood in the middle of the table?"

This way, guests can move the upper table to access the dishes in front of them while dining.

"Huh!" Upon hearing this, Su Zhenhai sat down, thought for a moment, and then excitedly slapped his thigh, feeling that Lin Zhaoyuan's idea was both imaginative and extremely practical: "Great plan! As expected of the cunning Lin Zhaoyuan, he's really good at business!"

Are wicked people far away?

Lin Zhaoyuan responded with a hum.

Su Zhenhai's smile froze. It was so embarrassing. How could he have accidentally called out the other person's nickname?

Note: Glass/solid wood tabletop turntable, invented in the early 70s in Chinatown, USA.

During this period, in Hong Kong's luxury restaurants, the center of the table had only a carved rosewood base with several layers on top, where candied fruits, dried fruits, and other snacks to accompany tea were placed.

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