Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 42 The Advisor's Plan: Turning a Mistake into an Opportunity

From Fung Yu Tea House in Mong Kok to Tung Chau Street in Sham Shui Po, the distance is approximately two kilometers.

During this time, the rickshaw had to pass through the bustling city, and it took Lin Yuanshan thirty minutes to return.

After getting off the bus and paying the fare, Lin Yuanshan carried two food boxes and slowly walked into the back alley.

Along the way, whenever Lin Yuanshan encountered men and women who also made a living in this area, whether they were business owners or workers, he would greet them with a smile.

By the time he reached the factory gate, he had a general understanding of the factories and workshops in the alley.

"Young Master Yuan." Tie Tou and A Rong called out when they saw Lin Yuanshan carrying things over, and they put down their work and ran up to greet him.

Lin Yuanshan went to the Shek Kip Mei branch factory after the 1st of this month.

The plastic flower scraps from last month have been taken away by Lao Yu and given to A Rong to be made into black plastic.

In other words, during the first month of the factory's opening, Lin Yuanshan would have to find some scrap materials himself in order to produce smoothly.

"Share the food and eat it. Little Rabbit likes sweets, so leave some for her." Lin Yuanshan handed the food to Tie Tou and beckoned A Rong into the inner room.

Ah Rong stubbed out his cigarette and quickly followed him inside.

"You're a veteran in this industry, I need you to collect some waste materials to use in production." Lin Yuanshan took out five hundred yuan and handed it to Arong: "Waste materials on the market cost 50-80 yuan per ton."

"With 500 yuan here, could you procure 10 tons to meet the factory's production needs for the next two weeks?"

Without hesitation, Ah Rong nodded and said, "No problem, Young Master Yuan."

I'll go out this afternoon to find materials, I guarantee I'll get 10 tons. But there's a problem: space here is limited, unlike my old makeshift factory. Once the materials arrive, I'll probably have to rent a warehouse.

"We'll just rent somewhere nearby and make do. I'm sure it won't be long before we move the factory." Lin Yuanshan handed over the banknotes.

Ah Rong still didn't answer, but grinned and said, "Young Master Yuan, in the scrap recycling industry, it's customary to hold back a certain amount for one period."

"I know, but the market price is 80 per ton. Now I'm asking you to buy it at 50 per ton. Bring some cash with you to negotiate; it'll definitely be easier that way." Lin Yuanshan slapped the money into his palm and strode out.

After he left, Ah Rong gripped the banknotes in his hand tightly. Suddenly, he had an impulse to confess some things to his new employer.

But just as he was struggling with his feelings and hesitating about whether to take that step...

Suddenly a commotion came from outside, as if a lot of people were talking.

Ah Rong hurriedly put away the money, worried that someone might come and cause trouble. He grabbed a wrench and limped out.

At this moment, Lin Yuanshan stood at the factory gate with Tie Tou, talking to a tall, handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Ah Rong took a few steps forward, watching the group of people warily.

The other side sent more than a dozen men, all of them strong and muscular, with a bandit-like air about them; they were most likely gang members.

"Mr. Lin, my name is Shen Da Hui, and the master I'm worshipping is Brother Weiwei, the Red Stick and Carrying Pole Master of Hong Shun."

The young man squinted his thick eyebrows, his face showing a fawning expression, and chuckled as he looked at Lin Yuanshan.

"These are all brothers from our Shek Kip Mei branch. If there's anything you need us to do, please feel free to tell us."

Lin Yuanshan frowned: "Brother Hui, right? Perhaps your boss, Brother Wei, misunderstood some things we said at my house last time."

To be honest, this is the situation on my end that you see right now.

Look, it's just a small, run-down factory. I'm still racking my brains trying to figure out where to get the raw materials for production!

I was willing to cooperate with your branch, but unfortunately my financial resources are limited, so I have to disappoint you.

Shen Dahui's smile remained unchanged as he slowly rolled up his sleeves: "Mr. Lin, my orders are to lead my brothers to do things for you."

Whether there's a misunderstanding between you and my boss, I, as a junior, dare not interrupt.

In short, if I bring people back like this, the big boss will really arrest me and make me work in the sea.

"Well... alright, I won't make things difficult for you then." Lin Yuanshan opened two packets of Lucky Coins and handed them out to everyone: "Where is your boss right now? I want to go see him."

"He's in Tuodi, at Da Shun Mahjong Parlor. Brother Tie Tou knows where he is." Shen Da Hui looked at Tie Tou, who, in a daze, was promoted to the "brother" generation.

Lin Yuanshan knew that whether it was a misunderstanding or Biandanwei's deliberate act.

In any case, I must be open and honest with the other party as soon as possible and make things clear.

Only wealthy merchants or gentlemen of the peace could afford to support a business or a shrine.

Lin Yuanshan's reputation, from the clothes he wore to the factory behind him, was built step by step by borrowing money to generate more money.

It wasn't that Lin Yuanshan didn't want to have some friends in the martial arts world to help him out; it was simply that he didn't have that ability at the moment.

Some things you can fake, but some you just can't force yourself to do!

Because it's easy for misunderstandings to escalate into fatalities.

He instructed Ah Rong not to go out to collect scrap materials, but to stay in the factory for the time being and take care of Shen Da Hui and his gang.

Lin Yuanshan led Tie Tou out of the back alley, enduring the awe-inspiring gazes of the factory and workshop owners and workers in the surrounding area.

He got into the rickshaw that Biandanwei had brought back that night, and Tietou grabbed the handle and sped off towards the Dashun Mahjong Parlor.

At the same time.

Da Shun Mahjong Parlor.

Biandanwei already knew that he had really made a huge blunder this time.

Wu Shih-hao wasn't lying; his cousin, Lin Yuan-shan, is now just a small businessman.

There is a factory, but it's in a back alley of Tongzhou Street, only 300 feet in size, not even half the size of his place.

They do have a family background; they are indeed descendants of landlords. But that was before the war. Now, their family fortunes have long since declined.

The problem is that he sent word out that very night.

Now, it's estimated that not only the underworld and legitimate communities in Shek Kip Mei know about this, but it's also likely that the news has spread to other districts.

"Master Ming, why didn't you remind me this time?" Biandanwei stared blankly at Master Ming, his tone full of complaint.

The advisor, Ming, was calculating on his abacus: "I did give you a heads-up. But you didn't believe me. What could I do?"

Boss, I'm just a blue lantern. You, the red stick, ordered your gang to follow the boss.

Back then, your tone was so resolute, it was as if you wanted to devour someone.

Do you think you could have listened to someone like me, an unofficial member, who jumped out to oppose us back then? And what about the brothers who were starving and screaming for food? Would they have listened to me?

"Aaaaah!" Upon hearing this, Biandanwei went berserk, truly berserk.

He yelled and screamed, grabbing his hair with both hands: "You bastard! You're always the most talkative. You can't stand not to argue with me a few times in an hour."

Now that we've reached a crucial moment, you're just standing by and watching me make a fool of myself!

"Damn it, I'm in trouble, what good will that do you?"

"Hey, there's no need to be too pessimistic." The clerk Ming finally put down his abacus and looked up at Biandanwei: "Actually, when Tietou came to return the car that day, I went back and investigated this person."

"They've built their wealth incredibly fast, Wei-ge. If we get close now, it might actually be the best time."