Ning Yuan looked at Angela and suddenly smiled: "Some people say that in this day and age, Typhoon Shelter Crab is still something for poor people, is that true?"
Angela paused, then frowned: "You misunderstand. That was the case in the 1960s, but now even Hong Kong government officials and celebrities often patronize Aberdeen and order Typhoon Shelter Crab."
As expected of a clueless mainland girl from the north!
Ning Bingyu's voice suddenly rang out: "That's right, the typhoon shelter is a bit chaotic, but it has the extremely famous Treasure Pavilion restaurant. It has survived several fires and reopened in 1976. Now it is a famous tourist attraction and food landmark of Hong Kong. I sometimes treat people there."
Ning Yuan looked at Ning Bingyu, somewhat surprised: "Big brother."
Ning Bingyu rarely gets up this late, and the dark circles under his eyes are obvious, so he definitely didn't sleep well last night.
"Hmm." Ning Bingyu walked in and sat down, looking exhausted. "Which idiot told you that Typhoon Shelter Crab is still something poor people eat these days?"
Angela did not meet Ning Bingyu's gaze, but lowered her eyes and stood respectfully to the side.
She dared to be impolite to Ning Yuan, but she wouldn't dare to be so rude to Young Master Ning.
Ning Yuan smiled and said, "Big brother, there are idiots like this everywhere who think they know everything and are superior to others, but what they say is full of mistakes and they like to give orders. I don't even bother to give them a glance, so as not to lower my status."
These kinds of people exist everywhere; decades from now, you can find them just by opening Weibo, Xiaohongshu, or even a novel review.
Ning Bingyu glanced at Angela indifferently: "Make me a cup of coffee, the same coffee beans as last time, and a raspberry cheesecake."
Angela dared not say anything and immediately went respectfully.
The cake and coffee were served shortly afterward.
Ning Bingyu waved his hand, and Angela left with the maids.
Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at the cake and coffee on the exquisite bone china plate in front of Ning Bingyu.
"I didn't expect you to like sweets for breakfast. Don't you get tired of them? But... I also know someone who likes to eat desserts for breakfast."
Ning Bingyu elegantly scooped a piece of cake with a silver spoon and put it in his mouth, saying slowly and deliberately, "Black coffee with raspberry cheesecake is not greasy at all. How do you know it's not delicious if you haven't tried it?"
He raised an eyebrow at Ning Yuan, his tone teasing: "What, is that Anan who likes to eat sweet cakes?"
Ning Yuan paused, looked warily towards the door, and glanced around.
Seeing that no one was around, she lowered her voice: "Didn't you say I wasn't allowed to mention him at the Ning family home or in public? What if someone with ulterior motives overhears and it gets back to Grandpa and my uncle..."
Ning Bingyu casually poked at the cake with a silver spoon, his tone indifferent: "What's there to be afraid of? Right now, besides the servants, it's just you and me in this building. Who would dare to eavesdrop on me, hmm?"
He raised his head and said coolly, "Besides, they don't have time to care about your affairs right now. The old man is in the hospital again, and my uncle is busy with the sea closure. They don't have time to worry about you."
"The matter of Feng Hai... is it to be carried out tonight?" Ning Yuan didn't continue to ask about the old man's affairs, only concerned about Feng Hai.
Ning Bingyu nodded slightly: "Before 12 o'clock."
Ning Yuan fell silent. She lowered her eyes, her slender fingers nervously stroking the documents in her hand.
She had asked Assistant Ye for that map, which contained information about the topography of Aberdeen Typhoon Shelter and the berthing of boats. Rong Zhaonan also had a copy.
Ning Bingyu looked at her, his tone unusually gentle: "Don't worry, you have to have faith in Tai Sui."
He reached out and gently patted the back of her hand: "After we're done, let's go to Treasure House for Typhoon Shelter Crab."
Ning Yuan looked up at him, but there wasn't much trust in her clear eyes: "But..."
She hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself. Although the Hong Kong government had the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) these days, the police force was still in chaos, and corruption was rampant in the 1970s. Her biggest worry was that there would be a mole within the force during the operation, which would put her dog in danger.
As if seeing through Ning Yuan's concerns, Ning Bingyu raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly mocking: "What, you don't trust my ability to handle things? Why don't you personally send someone to keep an eye on the Typhoon Shelter?"
Ning Yuan twitched the corners of her mouth, looking at him with a half-smile: "I might not be unable to."
Ning Bingyu was immediately amused by her appearance: "I told you you're strong, but you're already panting!"
Ning Yuan didn't say anything, just shrugged. After the two siblings finished their verbal sparring, the atmosphere eased a little.
Ning Bingyu finished his coffee, casually wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then looked at Ning Yuan: "Do you want to go see Anan?"
Ning Yuan sighed softly and shook her head: "His mind is full of plans right now. My going there will only distract him."
Even his hugging her last night was an exception.
Ning Bingyu stood up, gently patted her shoulder, and said with a rare hint of brotherly concern, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things today."
He didn't say anything more, and after Assistant Ye came in, the two left together.
Ning Yuan sat alone in the empty restaurant, looking at the beautiful sea view outside the window, but her heart felt like it was weighed down by a big stone, and she couldn't feel relaxed no matter what.
She scratched her hair in frustration, got up, and went back to her room.
Ning Yuan returned to her room, feeling uneasy about Rong Zhaonan's plan tonight. She paced back and forth in her room, and finally couldn't resist picking up the phone and dialing.
"Hello, Fourth Uncle? It's me, Ning Yuan. I need your help with something..."
"What the hell! Don't bother me if there's nothing wrong, I'm busy!" The other person clearly didn't take her words seriously and was about to hang up impatiently.
"Wait a minute!" Ning Yuan immediately raised her voice.
An impatient voice came from the other end of the phone—
"Oh, it's you! You're such a busybody! I helped you review the contract for the favor Old Fang and Old Jiu asked you to deliver a message to. I'm busy and have no interest in dealing with your affairs. You can't just hire me to do things because you have money, understand? Don't contact me again!"
Ning Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and tried to speak calmly—
"Fourth Uncle, I'm asking you to finish this task. I'll definitely give you the reward. Just consider it one last favor to Uncle Fang and Uncle Jiu. I'll take good care of them in the mainland."
After a few seconds of silence, Uncle Si on the other end of the phone finally softened a little: "What kind of help is it? Tell me first! I'll decide then!"
...
Before long, night fell.
Even at night, the Aberdeen Typhoon Shelter pier is still brightly lit, with thousands of fishing boats bustling about.
In this bustling place, an inconspicuous, dilapidated fishing boat is quietly moored in a corner of the typhoon shelter, as if deliberately hidden in the darkness.
Inside the cabin, the dim yellow light flickered, and a strong smell of fish and medicinal oil filled the air.
Cha Shenlou was shirtless, with many wounds from the explosion on his body that were being bandaged, and even the right side of his face was wrapped in gauze.
He wolfed down his pig's feet rice, showing none of the dignified bearing he once had as the head of the Cha family.
"Cough cough..." Cha Shenlou choked and coughed violently. The half of his face exposed under the gauze was full of ferocity and resentment.
"Boss Cha, eat slowly, don't rush." A lean man handed over a glass of water; he was the captain of the fishing boat.
Cha Shenlou took the water, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and his cough subsided slightly. He slammed the glass on the table and asked in a sinister tone, "Still no word from the cops?"
The captain shook his head: "I didn't see any cops. It's been very quiet around here, not even a ghost in sight. The informants at the police station haven't contacted us either."
"Hmph, my good daughter, she's really ruthless!" Cha Shenlou sneered, his tone full of resentment and mockery. "She's trying to drive me to the brink of despair!"
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