Chapter 40 The children started fighting

Xi Rong nodded: "Understood, Brother Che. We're keeping an eye on Ma Wang and Jiang Tianqi's men, as well as that Lu Che."

"Smart." Fang Che ruffled her hair. "Go and show everyone the new car. Tiezi, you teach them some basic repairs."

The children cheered and ran towards the tricycle, and the backyard suddenly became lively.

Fang Che walked over to A Gui and whispered, "Brother Gui, thanks."

Ah Gui turned his face: "No need to thank me, it was Brother Li who instructed me."

“I know it was you who brought it up with Brother Li.” Fang Che smiled. “Otherwise, Brother Li is so busy, how would he remember such a small thing as a tricycle?”

Ah Gui didn't reply, only saying calmly, "Your kids... are very good at spotting people. Yesterday, Ah Ming saw two unfamiliar faces from Ma Wang's men loitering around Kwai Chung Wharf. He reported it to me, and I checked. They're from Thailand."

Fang Che's heart tightened: "Thailand? Ma Wang is getting involved with drugs?"

“Doesn’t seem like it.” Ah Gui shook his head. “Those two Thai men were quite skilled; they seemed to be hired. Ma Wang was very cautious when he saw them. The location was an abandoned factory in Yuen Long.”

"Mercenaries..." Fang Che frowned. "What does Ma Wang want to do? Kill people?"

"It's hard to say." Ah Gui's eyes turned colder. "Brother Li has already sent people to Thailand to investigate. You should also be careful. Ma Wang knows you're investigating him and won't give up easily."

Fang Che nodded and pressed his hand against the injury on his left shoulder.

This scar is the price to pay.

"Brother Gui," he suddenly asked, "what do you think... Lu Che is really trying to do?"

Ah Gui remained silent for a while.

“Whatever he’s trying to do,” he said, “Brother Li knows what he’s doing. Just focus on recovering from your injury and doing your own job well.”

Fang Che was about to ask another question when a noise came from the backyard gate.

Xi Rong ran over quickly: "Brother Che! Someone's looking for you!"

"who?"

“He said he was an investor from the mainland who wanted to discuss cooperation.” Xi Rong’s expression was a little strange. “The man drove a sedan, wore a suit, and looked very wealthy. He said he had seen our garbage collection and transportation business and thought it had potential, so he wanted to invest.”

Fang Che and A Gui exchanged a glance, both looking wary.

Investors?

Looking to collect garbage?

That reason sounds too fake.

"Where is he?" Fang Che asked.

"In the front hall, Brother Biao is dealing with him." Xi Rong lowered her voice. "Brother Che, I feel that person is strange. He also has a driver in his car, and the way he sits... looks like a policeman."

police?

Fang Che immediately became alert.

"I'll go take a look," he said, and started walking towards the front hall.

Ah Gui held him down: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, I'll go."

"Together." Fang Che insisted, "Brother Gui, if they really are the police... they might be after Lu Che."

Ah Gui's eyes darkened.

The two walked into the front hall, one after the other.

Before I even entered, I could hear laughter coming from inside.

"Brother, you're too kind! I'm just an ordinary businessman who's impressed by your service model and wants to promote it in mainland China!"

Fang Che pushed the door open and went in.

A man in his thirties was sitting on the sofa in the lobby. He was wearing a dark blue suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly combed.

He was holding a teacup, smiling as he spoke to Ah Biao.

Upon seeing Fang Che enter, the man immediately stood up and extended his hand: "You must be Mr. Fang Che? It's an honor to meet you! I am Zhou Wenxuan, an investor from Shenzhen."

Fang Che didn't shake hands, he just looked him over.

This man's suit was custom-made, his leather shoes were shiny, and his watch was a Rolex!

Unlike ordinary business people.

More importantly, he stood ramrod straight, and when he shook hands, there were calluses on the back of his hands, which were left from years of using guns.

"Mr. Zhou, you're too kind." Fang Che sat down opposite him, with A Gui standing behind him. "Our small business is hardly worth your attention."

Zhou Wenxuan sat down again, his smile unchanged: "Mr. Fang is too modest. I've been in Hong Kong for the past few days and I found your 'Chefeng Express' to be very unique... uniforms, division of responsibilities, and training. This kind of management is quite advanced even in mainland China."

He took a document out of his bag: "This is my letter of intent. I want to invest HK$500,000 for a 30% stake to help you expand. If things go well, I can invest more and bring the model to Shenzhen and Guangzhou."

Fang Che took the letter of intent and flipped through it.

The document was well-prepared, with clear terms and conditions, and included profit forecasts for the next three years.

If he hadn't already known the man was suspicious, he would almost have believed him.

“Mr. Zhou,” Fang Che put down the documents, “five hundred thousand is no small sum. Aren’t you afraid we’ll take the money and run?”

Zhou Wenxuan laughed: "Mr. Fang is joking! Since I'm going to vote, I've naturally done my research. You have Mr. Li Hanzhou behind you, and I've also heard of the reputation of Heyitang on Portland Street... They don't deal in drugs and they don't oppress the people. Such a triad is trustworthy."

He spoke flawlessly.

But Fang Che noticed that his eyes flickered when he said "Li Hanzhou".

"Mr. Zhou, you flatter me." Fang Che picked up his teacup. "However, I need to ask Brother Li about this. How about this: you leave your contact information, and when Brother Li returns, I'll discuss it with him and then give you an answer?"

This is clearly an excuse.

But Zhou Wenxuan's expression remained unchanged: "Of course. I'm staying in room 308 at the Peninsula Hotel, and I'll be in Hong Kong for the next couple of days. Mr. Fang can contact me anytime."

He stood up and handed over a business card: "It has my mobile phone number on it, and it's always on."

Fang Che took the business card. It was a plain white card with gold lettering, containing only his name and a number, but no company or job title.

"That's all for now." Zhou Wenxuan walked to the door, then turned back and smiled. "By the way, Mr. Fang, I heard you've recently started a school? That's great. If you need teaching materials or teachers, I can help make the connection."

After saying that, he nodded and turned to leave.

Ah Biao saw him out.

In the lobby, Fang Che held a business card in his hand, his brows furrowed.

“Brother Gui,” he whispered, “this guy is definitely a policeman. And… he’s not a low-ranking one.”

Ah Gui nodded: "I also saw the driver in his car. He's trained. The license plate is government-issued, but it's been disguised."

"His suggestion to set up a school..." Fang Che pondered, "was he trying to warn me, to tell me that they know everything."

“It could also be a gesture of goodwill,” Ah Gui said. “The police have tried to cooperate with gangs before. Especially… if they want to deal with someone like Jiang Tianqi.”

Fang Che's heart stirred.

Does the police intend to use the Wo Yee Tong to crack down on the Tung Sing Society's drug trade?

Why look for him? Wouldn't it be better to just go directly to Brother Li?

Unless... the police don't want Brother Li to know?

Or perhaps they want to get information about Heyitang from him?

"We need to tell Brother Li about this," Fang Che said.

“I sent Ah Biao to the dock to find Brother Li.” Ah Gui glanced out the window. “Zhou Wenxuan’s car hasn’t gone far yet. I’ll send someone to follow it.”

"Be careful, don't get targeted."

"clear."

As the two were talking, a commotion arose again from the backyard.

Xi Rong rushed in: "Brother Che! Something terrible has happened! The kids are fighting with someone!"

"What?" Fang Che stood up. "Where? With whom?"

"Over at Temple Street!" Xi Rong was almost crying with anxiety. "Ah Ming and the others went to familiarize themselves with the new area and ran into some people from the Dong Sheng Society. Those people mocked our tricycles, saying they were for collecting scrap, and even smashed one! Ah Ming couldn't stand it, so they started a fight!"

Fang Che's face darkened.

"Tiezi! Call the brothers! Gui-ge, you stay here and wait for Li-ge."

"Your injuries haven't healed yet!" Ah Gui tried to stop him.

"I can't worry about that now!" Fang Che rushed out. "My men are being bullied, can I just stand by and watch?"

Cheng Tieniu grabbed an iron rod and followed.

Ah Gui watched their retreating figures, cursed, and said to his henchmen beside him, "Get five men, grab your weapons, and follow them!"