Chapter 56 Fang Che's Business Expansion

He's not the only garbage collector on Portland Street.

Grandma Wang's son at the end of the street occasionally helps his neighbors dispose of large items, charging them ten or eight yuan.

Homeless people in Temple Street also collect and sell recyclables.

Once this contract is signed, Jiang Tianqi can easily find someone to collect garbage on Portland Street and sue him for breach of contract, demanding 200,000 yuan in compensation.

Fang Che picked up a pen and made several revisions to the contract.

The phrase "no competitive behavior" was changed to "no large-scale commercial competitive behavior," and the requirement that "Party A must provide written proof" was added.

After making the changes, he called Xi Rong over.

"Xi Rong, your handwriting is good. Rewrite this contract, copying it exactly as I revised it. The handwriting must be neat, and there should be no corrections."

"Brother Che, what is this...?"

"Let's play along," Fang Che said. "Jiang Tianqi wants to play with contracts, I'll play along with him."

Xi Rong nodded and did as instructed.

Three days later, Manager Chen arrived as promised.

Fang Che handed over the newly copied contract: "Manager Chen, I've reviewed the contract, and it's basically fine. There are a few minor revisions; please take a look."

Manager Chen flipped to the section on revisions, and his expression changed.

“Mr. Fang, the definition of ‘large-scale commercial competition’ is too vague.”

“It’s not ambiguous,” Fang Che explained. “When someone starts a company to steal business, that’s called large-scale competition. When neighbors help each other out and get a small fee for their help, that doesn’t count. Doing business also requires some consideration of personal relationships.”

Manager Chen opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Fang Che added, "If someone really tries to steal my business, tell me and I'll handle it. I guarantee that Hejia Huan Property will be satisfied."

The words were polite, but the meaning was clear: You think you can trick me with this? No way.

Manager Chen stared at Fang Che for a few seconds, then smiled: "Mr. Fang is meticulous. Okay, we'll sign it as you revised it. However... our boss has one more condition."

"Please speak."

“After the contract is signed, you will need to stop 'Chefeng Express's' daytime operations and focus on nighttime collection.” Manager Chen pushed up his glasses. “We have paid the money, and we hope you can provide the best service.”

Fang Che understood.

If the business is closed during the day, the children will have no income.

If Jiang Tianqi then finds another excuse to terminate the contract, he will be completely cut off from all options.

“These conditions are unreasonable.” Fang Che shook his head. “‘Chefeng Express’ does shop cleaning during the day, which doesn’t conflict with nighttime operations. The children rely on this for their livelihood, so it can’t stop.”

"Well..." Manager Chen hesitated, "I'm afraid the boss won't agree."

“Then there’s nothing we can do.” Fang Che stood up. “Cooperation is about a win-win situation. If your boss won’t even give the children this little bit of work, then we might as well not do this business.”

"Wait!" Manager Chen said hurriedly, "I'll talk to the boss again. Mr. Fang, give me a day."

"Okay, I'll wait for your reply."

After seeing Manager Chen off, Cheng Tieniu came out of the kitchen and asked, "Che, is this business going to fall through?"

“It won’t fall through,” Fang Che said. “Jiang Tianqi has set up this scheme, and he won’t give up easily. He will make concessions.”

"So, we're really going to cooperate with him?"

"Cooperation." Fang Che smiled. "Why not take the money that's offered to us? But..."

His eyes turned cold: "It has to be done my way."

The next day, Manager Chen came again and said that the boss agreed to continue daytime operations, but required that the quality of nighttime collection be guaranteed.

The contract has been signed.

That evening, the children began a nighttime cleanup of three streets.

Fang Che divided them into three groups, each responsible for one street. Xi Rong led the patrol, and Cheng Tie Niu was in charge of logistics.

all the best.

For three consecutive days, nothing happened.

On the fourth night, something happened.

Xi Rong ran back to the barbecue restaurant, her face pale: "Brother Che! Ah Ming's group was ambushed in Temple Street!"

Who is it?

"I don't know them. There were seven or eight burly men who said that Ah Ming and his colleagues were disturbing their rest by collecting garbage and that they needed to pay compensation. When Ah Ming refused, they smashed his car and beat him up!"

Fang Che grabbed his coat and headed outside: "Tiezi, call Ayong and the others! Xirong, you stay here and watch the shop, call the police!"

"Brother Che, wouldn't calling the police be..."

"Report this!" Fang Che gritted his teeth. "The police have to handle assaults and vandalism."

Middle section of Temple Street.

Three red tricycles lay overturned on the ground, their baskets smashed, and garbage scattered everywhere.

Amin and his five children were surrounded by seven or eight thugs, their faces bruised.

The leader, a blond-haired man, pointed at Ah Ming with a steel pipe and said, "You little brat, making such a racket in the middle of the night, don't you know how to let people sleep? If you don't pay five thousand today, nobody's leaving!"

Amin, clutching his bleeding forehead, said, "We collect the garbage according to the designated time, finishing before nine o'clock! It's eight-thirty now, how did it disturb you?"

"Dare to talk back?" The blond-haired man raised his steel pipe—

"stop!"

Fang Che arrived with Cheng Tieniu and A Yong, and stood in front of the child.

When the blond-haired man saw Fang Che, he laughed: "Oh, the main character has arrived. Boss Fang, your underlings are being naughty, disturbing our rest. So, what do you suggest we do?"

Fang Che glanced at the scene.

This group of people weren't local residents; they were neatly dressed and didn't seem like ordinary people at all. They were there specifically to cause trouble.

"Brothers," Fang Che smiled, "the kid was being silly and disturbed you all, I apologize. I'll pay for the medical expenses, and you don't need to pay for the car. Let's be friends, and we can talk things over in Portland Street in the future."

That's very polite of you.

The blond-haired man wouldn't listen.

"An apology is all?" the blond-haired man sneered. "Boss Fang, do you think we're beggars? Five thousand, not a penny less. Otherwise..."

He pointed to the children on the ground: "I'll make sure they can never collect garbage again."

The threat is blatant.

Fang Che's smile vanished.

He stared at the blond-haired man: "Who sent you?"

The blond-haired man's expression changed: "What? Who sent them? I was just passing by and got disturbed!"

"Just passing by?" Fang Che sneered. "Dressed so neatly, 'just passing by' in Temple Street late at night? And carrying a steel pipe?"

The blond-haired man choked, then flew into a rage: "Stop talking nonsense! Are you going to pay or not?"

Fang Che didn't speak, but looked at A Yong.

Ah Yong stepped forward: "Brother, Portland Street is the territory of the Wo Yee Tong. Have you asked Boss Li before you started causing trouble here?"

"Li Hanzhou?" The blond-haired man laughed. "I'm so scared. But even if Li Hanzhou came, he'd still have to be reasonable, right? Your people disturbed my rest, so it's only right that you pay compensation!"

He spoke with such conviction that several neighbors peered over to watch.

Fang Che's heart sank.

The other party came prepared, and had all their arguments ready.

A direct confrontation won't work; the children are still in their hands.

Paying money? Absolutely not.

Just as the standoff was reaching a point, the sound of a car engine came from the street corner.

Two black cars stopped.

The first car door opened, and Li Hanzhou stepped out.

He was wearing a black trench coat over a white shirt.

His gaze swept across the scene, and his eyes turned cold.

"Brother Li." Fang Che felt a sense of relief.

Li Hanzhou walked to his side: "Are you hurt?"

"No." Fang Che shook his head. "The children..."

Li Hanzhou glanced at the injury on Amin's head, his eyes growing even colder.

He turned to look at the blond-haired man: "You want to pay me back?"

Upon seeing Li Hanzhou, the blond-haired man's arrogance waned, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Boss Li, your men are disturbing our rest. According to the rules..."

"According to the rules?" Li Hanzhou interrupted him. "Which rule in Hong Kong says that you have to pay five thousand dollars to collect garbage if it disturbs people?"

"this……"

Where do you live?

Huang Mao hesitated for a moment: "I, I live in Mong Kok."

"People from Mong Kok, coming to Temple Street to sleep?" Li Hanzhou laughed, a chilling laugh. "And specifically choosing to sleep when 'Chefeng Express' is collecting garbage?"

Yellow hair was sweating.

The door of the second car opened at that moment.

The person who came down surprised everyone.

Jiang Tianqi.

He was wearing a white casual suit, fiddling with his car keys, and wearing a fake smile.

"Wow, what a commotion!" He walked to the front of the crowd and looked around. "Boss Li, Boss Fang, what's going on?"

Fang Che sneered inwardly.

They're putting on quite a show.

Li Hanzhou ignored him, his gaze still fixed on the blond-haired man: "I'm asking you a question. Who sent you?"

The blond-haired man's legs started to tremble.

Jiang Tianqi smiled and smoothed things over: "Brother Li, calm down. I think this is just a misunderstanding. And you, brother?"

He looked at the blond-haired man: "You're from 'Wo Hing Shing' in Mong Kok, right? I've had dinner with your boss, Ah Bing. Give me some face today and let it go."

Huang Mao was overjoyed, saying, "Young Master Jiang, of course there's no problem! We'll be going right now!"

After saying that, he hurriedly left with his men.

A conflict was resolved by Jiang Tianqi with just a few words.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, the neighbors gradually dispersed.

Only Li Hanzhou, Fang Che, and Jiang Tianqi remained at the scene.

“Boss Li, Boss Fang,” Jiang Tianqi smiled, “my men were ignorant and disturbed you both. I’ll host a dinner another day as an apology.”

She spoke politely, but her gaze remained fixed on Fang Che.

That look in his eyes was like a snake eyeing its prey.

Fang Che felt unwell.

"Young Master Jiang, you're too kind," Li Hanzhou said calmly. "But next time, make sure your men stay away from Portland Street. If I run into them again, it won't be so simple."

"Definitely, definitely," Jiang Tianqi replied with a smile, then turned and got into the car.

Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief after the car drove away.

"Thanks, Brother Li."

Li Hanzhou didn't reply, but walked up to Amin and looked at his wound.

"Agui, take the children to the hospital." After giving the order, he looked at Fang Che, "Come with me."