Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 58: Almost Got Fang Ting

"Ms. Fang, are you getting used to working at the factory?"

"Boss Wen, I'm used to it here, I really like it, but there's something I'd like to trouble you with..."

Fang Ting stood awkwardly in front of Song Zhaowen's desk in the president's office.

This period was the happiest time for Fang Ting, apart from her childhood.

Although the factory work was quite busy, her coworkers were all nice and spoke very kindly. Most importantly, the Ding family no longer bothered her. Of course, she didn't know at the moment that the Ding family's crabs had already contributed to the land reclamation project.

However, after settling down, Fang Ting felt uneasy. While the rest of them were enjoying their lives, their eldest brother, Fang Zhanbo, had been missing for several years and no one knew whether he was alive or dead.

Seeing Fang Ting's flustered appearance, Song Zhaowen smiled and walked to her side, placing his hand on her slender shoulder: "We don't need to be so formal between us. Just call me A-Wen as usual. If you have any trouble, just tell me, and I'll definitely help you sort it out."

Feeling the warmth of his palm on her shoulder, Fang Ting stiffened slightly, her cheeks flushing. She had been raised with strict discipline; despite her family's decline, Luo Huiling had always taught her and her sisters to respect themselves and rarely had physical contact with men outside of family. Song Zhaowen's sudden closeness made her heart skip a beat. She instinctively wanted to pull away, yet inexplicably felt a reassuring warmth from his palm.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and looked up at Song Zhaowen, her beautiful eyes filled with hope and worry: "Awen... I was wondering if you could help me find out about my older brother, Fang Zhanbo?"

Song Zhaowen frowned almost imperceptibly, but his hand remained firmly on her shoulder. Fang Ting's lack of refusal meant she didn't mind. To be honest, the touch was like warm jade. The three Fang sisters each had their own unique charm. Fang Ting looked slender, but she was actually quite fleshy to the touch.

"Why hasn't Fang Zhanbo contacted you guys in the past two years?"

Fang Ting bit her lower lip and shook her head.

"Brother Wen, I know you have a lot of influence, can you help me?"

A thin layer of moisture welled up in her beautiful eyes, like dewdrops on flower petals in the morning, softening one's heart. Fang Ting was already pretty and charming, but now, with her sorrowful and pleading expression, she was even more pitiful.

A thin layer of water glistened on her skin, like dewdrops on flower petals in the morning, softening the heart of anyone who saw her. Fang Ting was already beautiful and charming, but now, with her sorrowful and pleading expression, she was even more pitiful.

Song Zhaowen sighed inwardly; he couldn't stand seeing women like that.

"A-Ting, don't worry; tell me in detail what you know."

Seeing that Song Zhaowen had agreed, Fang Ting's eyes lit up with even more hope, and she quickly said, "My brother... he's always been stubborn and strong-willed since he was little. A few years ago, the family business was ruined by that scoundrel Ding Xie, and Father... Father was also beaten to death by Ding Xie. My brother felt that he was incompetent and couldn't protect the family, so he left home in a fit of anger. He said he was going to make a name for himself outside and then come back to take revenge."

She paused, her voice lower: "For the first two years, he would occasionally send letters and a little money back. In the letters, he would say that he was doing a small business with someone in Southeast Asia and that we shouldn't worry. But later... later the letters became less and less frequent, and the money stopped too. The last letter we received from him was a year ago. It was from Taiwan, and the handwriting was very messy. He only said that there were some problems with his business and that we shouldn't contact him for a while, and that he would come back once he had sorted things out... and then, we never heard from him again."

"My older sister said that my brother must have run into trouble after all these years of no news, but I don't think so. That guy has always been very lucky since he was a child. He can't be that unlucky."

"I'm useless, I have no way to ask you for help, and the only person I know who is the most capable is you, Ah Wen, so I have no choice but to ask you for help."

Perhaps thinking of sad things, tears started welling up in Fang Ting's eyes.

Song Zhaowen naturally pulled her into his arms to comfort her.

Fang Ting made a symbolic struggle.

"Forget about helping or not, your business is my business. I'll arrange for someone to go to Taiwan to inquire about it later."

"Oh, how can I thank you?"

Fang Ting looked up and her eyes met Song Zhaowen's.

Those eyes seemed to be sparkling.

Those thin lips were slowly approaching...

Fang Ting's face flushed red instantly, her heart pounding, unsure whether she was struggling to break free or filled with anticipation.

Just as Song Zhaowen was about to succeed.

The phone on the table rang.

Fang Ting quickly pushed Song Zhaowen away, tidied her not-too-disheveled hair, and then ran away like a little rabbit: "Brother Wen, you go ahead and do your thing."

Song Zhaowen shook his head as he watched Fang Ting flee in disarray. This phone call really came at the worst possible time, but there would be plenty of time and opportunities in the future.

The call was connected.

"Hey Wen, it's been a while since we've been in touch. Want to grab a drink at Brother B's sometime?"

"Haha, Chan Ho-nam, the 'Famous Leg' of Tsz Wan Shan, is treating me to drinks. I'll make time even if I don't have any!"

While processing the documents at hand, Song Zhaowen unexpectedly received a call from an old friend.

As mentioned earlier, both Song Zhaowen and Chen Haonan came from public housing estates in Tsz Wan Shan.

Although they didn't live in the same public housing estate, they both studied under the same boxing master during their youth.

As for Big B, he was also an acquaintance. During his teenage years, Handsome Kun often swaggered around Tsz Wan Shan. Big B was also a kind-hearted person who helped protect many young men in the Tsz Wan Shan area from trouble.

If it weren't for a twist of fate that led him to follow Brother Cheng of the Hung Hing Society, Song Zhaowen might have joined the Hung Hing Society instead.

But this is for the best.

The Hung Hing family is large and powerful, making it extremely difficult to rise to power.

Unlike Zhengxing, where Old Master Dingfu made a final decision.

Look at Chan Ho-nam, he's been in Hung Hing for seven or eight years, and he's done so much for the triad with his flying kicks, yet he's still just a traitor.

Tsz Wan Shan, Big B's Apartment.

"Amei, Song Zhaowen is coming over for dinner today. I remember his favorite is steamed grouper with black bean sauce. Remember to go downstairs and kill a fresh one."

"A grouper is so expensive, Ah B, you're so generous. You don't need to save money for Rongzai's surgery."

"Oh dear, it's a rare opportunity for old friends to get together, why be so stingy? And honey, let me tell you, Ah Wen is a real shrew now, the Wenji beef balls you like are his."

"Really?!"

Ding-dong, ding-dong~

The door opened twice.

"I went to check, it should be him coming."

Big B opened the door, wearing slippers.

Song Zhaowen was standing at the door.

Song Zhaowen was holding a bottle of Remy Martin.

"Brother B, this is your favorite Rémy Martin."

"You're already here, why bring such expensive wine?"

Brother B appeared to be angry, but his face was smiling; he didn't expect that after so many years, Song Zhaowen was still so particular.

The group walked indoors, chatting and laughing.

Just then, Brother B's two children also rushed onto Song Zhaowen.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, do you have any gifts for us?"

"Of course!"