Chapter 47 Fang Che is hospitalized again
“He’s not dead.” Li Hanzhou looked at him. “I promised to spare his life. But he couldn’t stay in Hong Kong any longer. He took a ship to Thailand this morning.”
Fang Che remained silent.
For someone like Ma Wang, this treatment was worse than death.
"What about Jiang Tianqi?"
"He sent someone with gifts this morning, saying that his subordinates had 'acted without authorization' and had already been 'dealt with'," Li Hanzhou sneered. "It's still a case of sacrificing a pawn to save the king. However, this time he lost the Ma Wang line, a considerable loss."
Fang Che nodded. Jiang Tianqi wouldn't give up.
“Oh, right,” Li Hanzhou took something out of his pocket and placed it on the bedside table, “yours.”
It's that pager; it's been wiped very clean.
“And this too.” He took out another check.
Fang Che took it, his eyes widening: "Fifty thousand?"
"It was brought by Thirteen Sister. She said it's the Paramount's share for this month, and she's giving it to you in advance as a consolation payment."
Fang Che's fingers trembled slightly.
Fifty thousand dollars was not a small sum in 1992.
The plan to establish a school can now be started.
"Thirteenth Sister, she..."
“She said we can discuss the consulting contract once you’ve recovered.” Li Hanzhou paused. “Uncle Chen looked at your ‘Portland Street Community Service Plan’ and thought it was feasible. The branch will allocate some start-up funds to support the school.”
Fang Che felt a lump in his throat.
For the first time since he transmigrated, he felt like he had finally put down roots in this world.
Having brothers means having something to do and something to look forward to.
“Brother Li,” he said softly, “thank you.”
Li Hanzhou didn't say anything, but fed him another piece of apple.
After a while, he said, "Don't do that kind of thing again next time."
Fang Che knew what he meant... He pointed a gun at his own wound and threatened Ma Wang.
“That’s not a foolish thing to do,” Fang Che said seriously. “I’ve calculated it. Ma Wang wouldn’t dare to gamble. The kind of person he is, he values his life and his pride. If I really shoot, he’s finished.”
Li Hanzhou looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
This young man had an innocent, naive face, yet he always seemed to see right through people.
Reckless, yet recklessly accurate.
"It's still too risky," Li Hanzhou said finally.
"And what about you?" Fang Che retorted. "Knowing it's a trap but still walking into it, isn't that dangerous?"
Li Hanzhou was stumped by the question.
Fang Che laughed, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.
Li Hanzhou looked at him, his lips twitching slightly.
"Take good care of your injury." He stood up. "Cheng Tieniu and Xi Rong will be here this afternoon. Also... Zhou Wenxuan wants to see you."
"who?"
“Zhou Wenxuan. He sent a message through the Education Department, wanting to discuss setting up a school. I asked him to come this afternoon.”
Fang Che's heart tightened.
That policeman.
"Brother Li, what do you think of him..."
“It’s no problem to meet him.” Li Hanzhou walked to the door, then turned back. “You’re in charge of the project now, so it’s normal for you to deal with government officials.”
He paused, then added, "But only on official business."
"clear."
After Li Hanzhou left, Fang Che lay down and stared at the ceiling.
My left shoulder still hurts, but I feel at ease.
Besides, Ma Wang not only ensured the children's safety but also secured funding for the school, and he himself became the "God of Wealth" of the Paramount Ballroom...
Everything is getting better.
Besides Jiang Tianqi, there's Lu Che, whose identity is unknown, and Zhou Wenxuan, whom I'm supposed to meet in the afternoon.
Fang Che sighed.
The waters of Hong Kong Island surge wave after wave.
But strangely, he wasn't afraid.
Perhaps because they knew someone would be standing behind them.
Perhaps it's because I've slowly grown claws and fangs myself.
At 2 p.m., Cheng Tieniu and Xi Rong brought a group of children to the hospital.
The children were all holding things in their hands...
The paper cranes I folded myself, the oranges I bought with my savings, and the comic books I found at the old bookstores in Temple Street.
Amin was wearing a neck brace and was walking a little unsteadily, but he seemed to be in good spirits.
He rushed to the bedside as soon as he came in: "Brother Che! You scared us to death!"
The other children also gathered around, chattering amongst themselves:
"Brother Che, you're bleeding so much!"
"We thought you were dead..."
"Brother Che, you're amazing! You took down two Thai guys all by yourself!"
Fang Che had a headache from the noise, but felt warm inside.
Xi Rong persuaded the children to leave and handed them a thermos: "Brother Che, this is chicken soup that Brother Tie Niu made. It has medicinal herbs added. It's a recipe from Uncle Chen."
Cheng Tieniu laughed from the side: "Che, get well soon, our 'Chefeng Express' still needs you to lead!"
Fang Che took the chicken soup and took a sip.
It tasted the same as always, but this time, he thought it was delicious.
“By the way, Brother Che,” Xi Rong lowered her voice, “there’s been some progress on the matter you asked me to inquire about.”
She glanced at the doorway before continuing, "That abandoned classroom on Temple Street, the landlord is a retired teacher surnamed Lin. When she heard we wanted to open a school, she said she could lower the rent, but she had one condition..."
"What are the conditions?"
"She wants to be the principal herself and also teach classes."
Xi Rong said, "Grandma Lin used to be a teacher at a key middle school. She has been retired for ten years and has always wanted to run free tutoring classes, but she doesn't have the funds."
Fang Che's eyes lit up: "This is a good thing. Having experienced veteran teachers in charge is exactly what we need."
“Also,” Xi Rong pulled a small notebook out of her bag, “this is the draft of the ‘Portland Street Compulsory Education Plan’ that I compiled according to your instructions.”
Fang Che took the notebook and carefully flipped through it.
Although Xi Rong hadn't attended school for many days, her handwriting was neat and well-organized.
She divided the school into three parts: during the day, she taught basic cultural classes to homeless children; in the evening, she taught vocational skills classes to the children of "Chefeng Express"; and on weekends, she opened the school to tutor the neighborhood's children.
The budget, course schedule, and teacher allocation are all clearly listed.
Fang Che was increasingly pleasantly surprised as he looked at the proposal: "Xi Rong, you're amazing. This proposal is better than mine."
Xi Rong blushed: "I organized it according to what you said, Brother Che... Brother Tie Niu also helped me a lot."
Cheng Tieniu scratched his head: "I just feel that just studying isn't enough; we need to teach people some skills to make a living. Otherwise, we'll still have to go out and struggle after we finish our studies."
Fang Che nodded. For these children, survival is the most important thing.
“Okay, let’s do it this way.” He handed the notebook back to Xi Rong. “When Zhou Wenxuan arrives this afternoon, I’ll talk to him. With the Education Department’s support, the procedures will be easier.”
Just then, there was a knock on the ward door.
The nurse poked her head in and said, "Mr. Fang, a Mr. Zhou is looking for you."
Fang Che took a deep breath: "Please let him in."
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