Courtyard House: Starting with a 28-inch motorcycle

"...Okay, I'll go with you." Manager Zhang got out of the car and whispered to He Yuzhu, "But remember, don't pay attention to those poor bastards, avoid them if you can."

He has never had a good impression of the people of Kowloon. Even if there are innocent people among them, there are quite a few who protect rioters.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen," He Yuzhu said with a faint smile.

Bullets can't even penetrate his skin, what chance do these thugs have? He'd take on ten thousand of them without hesitation.

Crowded, chaotic, and smoky.

After visiting two boxing gyms, He Yuzhu had a clear idea of ​​what was going on. If he ever opened a boxing gym, he would never let it turn out like this—it didn't look like a kung fu training place at all; it was clearly a black market stall. Manager Zhang was absolutely right; all the boxing gyms here were rubbish.

"Hey boss, you've been watching for so long, want to learn a few tricks?"

Just as he turned to leave, a shout suddenly came from behind.

"Learn boxing? No interest." He Yuzhu said without turning his head.

The man, however, was relentless. He rushed forward, blocking his path, and sneered with a menacing grin: "Boss, you've been watching for so long without offering to learn. Do you look down on our Baguazhang?"

This wasn't about soliciting business; it was clearly about causing trouble. What made He Yuzhu frown even more was that a group of people in the boxing gym were watching coldly, and some even had sinister looks in their eyes, ready to surround him and help him fight at any moment.

"Can't I just not learn? Do I have to pay tuition just for taking a look?"

He Yuzhu's lips curled into a cold smile. He instantly understood—he'd fallen for a protection money scam. He'd probably given himself away somewhere, being treated like a fat sheep from out of town, ready to be fleeced.

"Is it that your boxing instructors are so ruthless, or that gang members are so arrogant?"

He Yuzhu isn't afraid of trouble, as long as trouble doesn't provoke him. He's practically inhuman now, even fearless of bullets; if even a petty thug can ride roughshod over him—

So what was the point of all those years of relentless training?

He especially loathed gangs. Whether it was Manager Zhang's accusations, the intelligence from the Foreign Affairs Bureau, or the living, breathing faces before him, everything made him nauseous.

Upon hearing this, the Triad member nicknamed "Mountain Ghost" flew into a rage, pointing at He Yuzhu and yelling, "If you want to see it, you have to pay! Who knows if you stole anything or not? If you don't pay, you'll leave your eyes behind!"

Manager Zhang's heart tightened, realizing he was in trouble—this Mr. He had spoken too rashly, and now he had really walked into a trap.

But the other party was his boss's VIP customer, so he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He quickly pulled out a stack of Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, smiled apologetically, and handed it over: "Of course you have to pay to learn boxing, it's only right, it's only right... Brother, do you think this is enough for the tuition?"

That wad of banknotes, easily close to a thousand Hong Kong dollars, instantly made the mountain ghost's eyes light up. He reached out and grabbed it: "That's right, you know what's good for you—you fucking tricked me?!"

Just as the money was about to be in his hands, He Yuzhu raised his hand and intercepted it.

He turned his head and said in an unquestionable tone, "Manager Zhang, please go outside and wait for me for ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Manager Zhang felt a sudden tightness in his chest and subconsciously nodded in agreement. Immediately afterward, he felt a gentle push on his shoulder, and staggered back a few steps, unknowingly ending up at the stairwell.

"Damn it! Are you trying to cause trouble?" Shan Gui immediately exploded, raising his voice, and all the people in the boxing gym stood up, surrounding He Yuzhu with unfriendly eyes.

But the next second, He Yuzhu strode to the stairwell and made a clean and decisive move—telling Manager Zhang to go downstairs, and then pulled down the iron gate with a "whoosh".

This move stunned the Triad members, who then burst into laughter.

"What's going on? Are they filming 'Ip Man'?"

"Is this guy stupid? Even if he's rich, he shouldn't be so reckless..."

"You think you can just walk away after messing with the Triads? You won't leave this building alive without shedding some blood! You'd better get your family to pay your ransom!"

Manager Zhang stood downstairs, his face pale, inwardly cursing himself for being stupid. If he had just paid and left without saying a word, none of this trouble would have happened. Now he was stuck in a dilemma.

"I'm doomed... My boss is definitely going to fire me..."

"Who said they were going to fire you?"

A sudden sound behind him startled him. He turned around and his pupils contracted instantly—He Yuzhu was walking down slowly, his clothes neat and his hair perfectly styled.

"Mr. He... are you... alright?"

"What could I possibly want?" He Yuzhu chuckled. "Someone like her isn't even worthy of warming me up. We've had our fill of shopping; let's go back, it's about time."

"Oh, okay..."

Manager Zhang verbally agreed, but his mind was in turmoil. He really wanted to go up and take another look to see how those desperate thugs were doing—but in the end, he only dared to think about it. Going into that kind of place once was madness, and going back would be suicide.

They drove in silence, turning back from Kowloon. By the time they returned to the pharmacy, it was past three o'clock. He Shirong had just finished negotiating with several pharmaceutical merchants, and the payments were being transferred to the account. He then wrote a check for He Yuzhu.

"Mr. He, let's cooperate more in the future. If you ever need ginseng of this caliber again, please give us priority consideration."

"Of course! We'll definitely be there to support the opening of the traditional Chinese medicine shop!"

Several pharmacy owners greeted him with smiles. They primarily dealt in wholesale of low- to mid-range medicinal herbs or finished medicines, a different business from traditional Chinese medicine pharmacies, so there was no conflict. More importantly—this ginseng had a stable source, high profits, and was so sought-after by the wealthy that who wouldn't want to get involved?

He Yuzhu's smile remained unchanged: "No problem. If we have any top-quality goods like century-old ginseng, I'll let everyone know first."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up.

A century-old ginseng? That's a life-saving treasure. If it were to appear in the world, the ailing heads of wealthy families in Hong Kong would fly over overnight to snatch it!

Even knowing the chances were slim, their goal wasn't to get the ginseng immediately, but to maintain the relationship—as long as He Yuzhu had a steady stream of high-quality ginseng that was ten or twenty years old, they could make a profit without any risk.

After seeing He Yuzhu off, He Shirong distributed the rare medicinal herbs worth more than 600,000 yuan upstairs to his partners according to their share, as agreed.

After finishing all that, Manager Zhang from Tongyitang rushed over and quietly recounted the events at Kowloon.

"You mean... this Mr. He actually got into a fight with those thugs?"

"I'm not sure," Manager Zhang shook his head. "He kicked me out, but came out on his own in less than three minutes, without a scratch. I quickly took him away..."

He Shirong remained silent for a long time, tapping his fingertips lightly twice on the table before slowly speaking:

"Don't worry about this, I'll have someone investigate."

If they're from that side, then they're truly a formidable force crossing the river; no wonder they're so averse to gang members. After all, many people were beaten and humiliated by Triad members last year, causing widespread fear.

After sending Manager Zhang away, He Shirong immediately called his private driver and whispered to him to secretly go to Kowloon to investigate the details of the matter.

On the other side, He Yuzhu came out of Tongyitang and took a look at the renovation progress—it was progressing well, and it would be able to open smoothly in seven more days.

There wasn't much to see outside, so he decided to head back. Rather than wasting time wandering around, he'd better go back and refine a few more batches of pills in the upgrade acceleration space. With his current masterful pill-making skills, coupled with the seamless operation within the space, he could easily produce tens of thousands of beeswax pills a day.

He sorted and packed the bottles and jars by type, and once the batch ordered by Lou's father arrived, they could be officially packaged and put on the market.

When Mr. Lou returned that evening, he brought good news: the industrial land use permits had been cleared and the money had been paid in full. The land in Tsuen Wan now officially belonged to the Lou family, and the construction of the factory was on the agenda.

Without saying a word, He Yuzhu took out a check for more than 600,000 yuan and handed it over to him to purchase equipment and cover the expenses of opening the store.

This check completely stunned Mr. Lou. He had thought that his son-in-law would be lucky to scrape together more than 100,000 yuan, but the man had thrown out more than 600,000 yuan in one go.

All told, he himself brought a lot of Lou family treasures to Hong Kong Island and only managed to redeem a little over 800,000, while He Yuzhu had already invested over 1 million.

Mr. Lou couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly—this son-in-law was too good at fighting and making money, making him, the father-in-law, feel a little ashamed. Fortunately, the Lou family only had one daughter, Lou Xiao'e, and He Yuzhu was practically a son. Wouldn't all this family business eventually be handed over to them?

As for beating up the Triad thugs today, He Yuzhu didn't mention it at all. Those good-for-nothings can't trace it back to him. Once his martial arts school opens, he won't bother with such low-level trash.

In the days that followed, Lou's father became extremely busy, but he also felt very fulfilled as a result.

He was a top businessman to begin with, but due to unforeseen circumstances in his early years, he was out of work for many years. Now that he has arrived in Hong Kong, it's like a dragon entering the sea, ready to unleash its power and influence.

Once he figures out the business rules and undercurrents of Hong Kong, with his skills, he'll inevitably stir up a storm sooner or later.

Moreover, with He Yuzhu's continuous support, Lou's father has gradually become more open and less hesitant.

The brewery, the Chinese medicine shop, and the martial arts school—the three projects and equipment totaled HK$200,000. For construction, Chen Yizhong recommended a well-known construction company on Hong Kong Island—experienced in building dozens of residential buildings and factories over the past six years.

Lou's father quickly made contact, signed the contract, and handed over the factory construction to them. He Yuzhu then took over the supervision of the subsequent construction. He is now mainly responsible for running the procedures and monitoring the progress.

Lou's father had other plans for the remaining 400,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Deploy shipping!

Holding the documents provided by the Foreign Affairs Bureau in his hand, he remembered the true purpose of his trip once the factory construction and equipment procurement were completed.

This year, Chinese shipping in Hong Kong Island has only just begun to emerge. The most ruthless one was a man surnamed Bao, who spent more than four million Hong Kong dollars to buy a second-hand cargo ship of more than 8,000 tons, which left Lou's father speechless.

But he only had 400,000 yuan in his own hands, which wasn't even a fraction of what others had. At most, he could only buy a small boat of a few hundred tons, which wouldn't be enough to go far out to sea.

After inspecting the area, he made a decisive decision: not to buy, but to rent first! He would use the 400,000 yuan to rent two 2,000-ton cargo ships to get the trading company up and running.