When Du Zhao Hui returned to Hong Kong, Liu Tian Quan knew he likely couldn’t escape.

When Du Ting Rong summoned him back to Hong Kong, Liu Tian Quan was trembling with fear.

He feared Du Ting Rong would tie him to rocks and sink him in the sea!

Even with his sister Liu Ke Ying’s pleading, it wasn’t safe. Du Ting Rong never listened to explanations, doing whatever he decided. Having risen from the underworld, this was Du Ting Rong’s mindset.

But when Du Ting Rong called, Liu Tian Quan dared not refuse – wouldn’t that show his guilt?

If Du Ting Rong could sink him in Hong Kong’s waters, he could also send people to sink him in Peng Cheng – the mainland offered no protection for Liu Tian Quan.

When Liu Tian Quan arrived from Peng Cheng to Hong Kong, before he could even inquire about Young Master Du’s health, he received Du Ting Rong’s order to take over all the group’s smuggling operations – Liu Tian Quan wasn’t scared at all. He and his sister Liu Ke Ying were overjoyed!

The Du family built their fortune on this, and Liu Tian Quan was also from the triads – smuggling wasn’t a challenge for him.

As long as they weren’t caught, smuggling profits were terrifyingly large.

If all Du family’s smuggling business was handed to Liu Tian Quan, with him in sole charge, adding his own goods to Du family ships would be perfectly normal. Getting rich in this business was quick – the Du family still had three or four business layers related to smuggling, meaning Liu Tian Quan had become Du Ting Rong’s most valued person.

The other two households almost died of hatred for Liu Ke Ying.

Liu Tian Quan’s rise showed Du Ting Rong’s favoritism toward Liu Ke Ying – seeing her children were the youngest, he desperately supported Liu Ke Ying’s brother!

Who wouldn’t be jealous?

Du Zhao Hui’s move was truly vicious, instantly shifting others’ attention from himself to focus on Liu Tian Quan and Liu Ke Ying. Even if the Liu siblings knew, they couldn’t refuse – the temptation was too great.

Having achieved his goal, Du Zhao Hui visited Mary Hospital in good spirits.

In the ward, Xia Da Jun stared blankly, not even noticing Du Zhao Hui’s entrance.

Du Zhao Hui waved his hand, but Xia Da Jun still didn’t respond. He pulled aside a young nurse and asked:

“Is something wrong with his brain?”

The famous Hong Kong playboy’s generous manner made the young nurse blush: “Mr. Du, your friend seems to have learned about his condition.”

Anyone would be upset learning they might never stand again. The nurse was quite surprised Xia Da Jun hadn’t broken down screaming and throwing things.

Du Zhao Hui wasn’t in the mood for flirting – though he was a womanizer, he had very high standards.

Waving the young nurse away, Du Zhao Hui cleared his throat:

“All surgeries have risks, and doctors’ words aren’t absolute… Even if you’re paralyzed, your salary continues – what are you worried about?”

High-paying “work” carried high risks – Xia Da Jun should have been prepared.

In Hong Kong, people without education couldn’t find jobs paying over 3,000 Hong Kong dollars monthly – that salary was for teachers.

Ordinary tea restaurant workers wouldn’t earn over 800 Hong Kong dollars monthly. More formal shop clerks earned slightly more, about 1,500 Hong Kong dollars monthly.

What did Xia Da Jun have?

As an illegal immigrant, before getting Hong Kong’s identity, he could only do odd jobs.

He couldn’t even work as a proper shop clerk or enter company employment. Relying on mainland compatriots’ introductions, he could only find work in tea restaurants or docks.

Though Du Zhao Hui wasn’t a saint, he had his standards of reward and punishment, and definitely wouldn’t mistreat Xia Da Jun.

Still paying Xia Da Jun’s salary even if paralyzed – Du Zhao Hui could afford to support a disabled person!

“Young Master, if I become disabled, what use am I? Please send me back home.”

Du Zhao Hui rolled his eyes.

“Bullshit!”

Mainland villages were so poor – sending a paralyzed person back, without careful care, would kill Xia Da Jun within two years. Not staying in good Hong Kong but returning home? Brain-damaged.

Du Zhao Hui had no patience for psychological counseling his followers, being direct:

“There’s hope in Hong Kong. Didn’t you say your daughter’s in university? After she graduates, I’ll call her to work in Hong Kong, and get her a Hong Kong identity – how’s that? I’ll also bring over the woman you’re supporting in Peng Cheng.”

Mainland college entrance exams were difficult – getting into university showed ability.

The group had many positions Xia Da Jun’s daughter could handle. The attraction of “Hong Kong identity” to mainlanders was undeniable – so many people smuggled themselves over, believing Hong Kong offered a better life. What ordinary people couldn’t achieve was a small matter for a group heir like Du Zhao Hui.

Xia Da Jun finally showed some spirit.

Young Master Du was in a good mood – Xia Da Jun wasn’t foolish enough to refuse his preferential treatment.

Du Zhao Hui saw his reaction and understood.

“Focus on recovery. These conditions won’t change regardless of how you recover – this is your reward for this time… If you’re worried, I’ll have someone bring your daughter to see you first. What’s her name, which university?”

Everyone has vulnerable moments, and this was Xia Da Jun’s especially vulnerable time.

He did want to see Xia Xiao Lan.

In such a terrible state, using such serious injuries to exchange for a good future for Xiao Lan – surely she would forgive him now?

A Hong Kong identity and job for Xiao Lan, his saved money sent back home – everyone would be taken care of, and all would be satisfied. As for Du Zhao Hui’s offer to bring Little Yu to Hong Kong, Xia Da Jun hadn’t considered it. Already paralyzed, why burden a young woman? Has Little Yu come to Hong Kong to care for a disabled person?!

“Xia Xiao Lan, her name is Xia Xiao Lan, studying at Hua Qing University in the capital!”

Hua Qing University?

Du Zhao Hui had stayed in Peng Cheng for a while, and to do business on the mainland, he certainly understood the situation there.

He knew about Hua Qing University – one of the mainland’s best universities.

“Your daughter got into Hua Qing?”

Damn, he was quite curious now – had to see if she was Xia Da Jun’s offspring.

Xia Da Jun nodded vigorously, “I saw her on TV, last National Day, she marched past Tiananmen with others!”

At that moment, Xia Da Jun’s blood was boiling, and his excited heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

In three generations of the Xia family, no one had achieved such glory. With such a daughter, who needed sons? Who in the village would dare laugh at him?!

Du Zhao Hui could hardly believe it.

What must Xia Da Jun’s daughter be like – huge build but extremely intelligent?

This image made Du Zhao Hui shudder, but having promised Xia Da Jun, he couldn’t discourage someone who had bled and sweated for him. He forced himself to praise:

“That’s quite impressive. When I go back, I’ll bring her to see you.”

Xia Da Jun got excited, “Young Master, let me return to Peng Cheng with you – I can recover anywhere.”

Du Zhao Hui had asked the doctors and knew that even if Xia Da Jun could stand again, he needed rehabilitation – Hong Kong’s standards were higher than the mainland’s.

“You’ll stay in Hong Kong. It’s not like I’m going to eat your daughter!”

Damn, look at yourself – even when chasing women, he, Du Zhao Hui, was very picky!