106 Greed for Petty Gains

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After hearing Yang Tang’s question, Lawyer Mao was stunned for half a second before he had an idea. "Mr. Yang, there are a few ways to guarantee you can come to Tokyo within two days."

"Speak."

"One is to have your parents join a tour group and bring you along to Tokyo for a trip. Another way is, if you have the connections, to have a senior official at the Fog City Police Station issue a temporary Southeast Asian travel permit, which would also allow you to fly to Tokyo and stay here for forty-eight hours!" Lawyer Mao spoke eloquently. "Of course, both methods are based on the fact that you are under eighteen. If you are older, the second method won't work."

Hearing the words "temporary travel permit," Yang Tang was slightly dazed. After coming to his senses, he asked, "Can a temporary travel permit be used in Japan?"

"Yes, but only in Tokyo, and you must be a minor!"

"I never knew there was such a strange legal provision. Thank you, Lawyer Mao. I think I will arrive in Tokyo on a flight late tomorrow. I will email you the specific flight details!"

"Ah!?" Lawyer Mao was stunned on the other end. What do you mean thank you, you’re coming to Tokyo? And tomorrow? Even a Scud missile isn't that fast! Doesn't it take time to get a temporary travel permit?

The next day after breakfast, Yang Tang took his identification documents to the hotel front desk. "Checking out."

The previously smiling receptionist checked the computer, and her pretty face instantly darkened. "I'm sorry, sir, you booked Room 8 at our hotel for three days; it is not yet time to check out."

"I know I booked it for three days. What I mean is that I have an urgent matter and need to leave now. Please check me out. As for the room fee..."

The receptionist interrupted, "Since you prepaid online, even if you check out now, according to the rules, the prepaid room fee cannot be refunded."

Yang Tang rolled his eyes at this. Actually, that was what he expected, and he didn't care about the money. But the receptionist interrupting him made him somewhat annoyed. He thought to himself, *I didn't leave any documents as a deposit at your hotel; even if I just walked out, what could your hotel do to me? I was being kind enough to tell you before I left, and you could have just made a note of it, so why this attitude?*

In truth, if he hadn't run into Guihai Youde in the water yesterday, Yang Tang would have just walked away. But now he had to provide some account of his movements to the hotel, otherwise, if he suddenly disappeared, those people from the Security Bureau would start overthinking again.

So, with thoughts flashing through his mind, Yang Tang suppressed his temper and said to the receptionist with a straight face, "If the room fee can't be refunded, then fine, but at least make a note that I am checking out."

The receptionist paused upon hearing this, blinking her eyes as if she had just understood what Yang Tang was saying. Her expression shifted from gloomy to sunny, and she said cordially, "Since that's the case, I need to make a copy of your ID!"

Although this request was a bit strange, Yang Tang agreed, thinking that similar procedures were required when registering a real-name phone number.

The copying was finished quickly. Yang Tang took back his ID, confirmed that it hadn't been swapped or tampered with, and left the hotel amidst the receptionist's "We look forward to seeing you again" send-off.

Not long after Yang Tang left the hotel, the receptionist took advantage of the lack of guests and began to tamper with the computer system.

"Hehehe, you booked Room 9 for tonight and tomorrow night for your friend, right? Ta-da! I’ll change it to Room 8 for you. Yang Tang just checked out, and I'll cover the difference. This way, no one will be any the wiser. Right, I also need to call that deadbeat A-Cong. That big round bed in Room 9 is going to be quite a handful!"

Meanwhile, at the Gulang Villa Hotel restaurant.

Usually, breakfast was a buffet, but after Guihai Youde sat down, a receptionist unexpectedly brought him a small box of cream cake.

"Monkey, Monkey, the cake box is sealed. I'm afraid there might be something inside."

"Send the Fox out to go and chat with the boss!"

"Understood."

"What about that receptionist?"

"Violent Bear, go and knock her out, send her to the hospital to be taken care of for now, and while you're at it, probe her to see who told her to deliver the cake."

"Received, on it!"

"The Fox is already approaching. She’s smiling so seductively today!"

"Is that so, Squirrel? I will definitely relay your exact words to the Fox."

"Ah? Don't! Are you trying to get me blue-balled for a week, Glasses?"

"Wrong, it's a month."

"A year."

"Shut up, everyone keep a close watch!"

Following a stern roar over the communication channel, everyone immediately fell silent.

"The boss is frowning."

"The Fox's intentions are too obvious. Should we provide her with support?"

"Nobody move, damn it. At this time, we can only trust the Fox."

"..."

"The Fox succeeded! She opened the cake box a step before the boss. The boss is smiling. The Fox... the Fox just did a hair-tucking gesture!"

"That's a signal that she didn't find a clear secret code, but she sensed the scent of one through her intuition."

"The Fox's intuition is always reliable. There must be a code; otherwise, this cake delivery would be meaningless."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe the other party is just trying to confuse us!"

"The other party might not even know we exist, so how could they be trying to confuse us?"

"You're being shallow. If I were an outside spy, I would assume that I could be exposed at any time, so it would be necessary to arrange a set of pre-designed meeting procedures in advance."

"Arranging meeting procedures in advance—wouldn't that make it easier to get exposed?"

"No... I think I understand what Monkey means. It's like us, after being in this line of work for a long time, we often like to head toward crowded places when we go out. Why? Because there are many people, and no matter what happens, it's easy to slip away! Having the receptionist deliver the cake to Guihai Youde was the same; perhaps the person behind this already sensed something was wrong with the Fox."

"So what do we do now?"

"Should we have the Fox retreat?"

"That would be like saying 'there is no silver buried here'—it would give it all away!"

"Wait, the boss is making a move."

"Hashi-k, what is he doing at the front desk?"

"According to the synchronized data, the boss is checking out."

"He's leaving? No way? He hasn't even been on Gulangyu for twenty-four hours, and he's already..."

At the same moment, Yang Tang boarded the ferry back to Luda, having already booked a direct flight to Tokyo that afternoon online.

After returning to Luda, Yang Tang followed the text message instructions to go to the National Bank to upgrade his bank card.

As a high-net-worth customer with over 100 million in Chinese currency and US dollars, Yang Tang was naturally invited into a private room. However, just as the bank manager was about to officially copy the balance from the old card, Yang Tang asked, "Manager Qian, for this new card I'm upgrading to, there won't be excessive transaction fees for out-of-town use, right? If so, I think I'd rather wait and handle it back in Fog City."

Manager Qian immediately patted his chest confidently and swore, "Rest assured, Mr. Yang. With your current status, the transaction fees across the country are unified. Even overseas, although the fees are slightly higher, the rates are still unified."

"That's good, that's good. I hate it when transaction rates keep changing!"

"Then, Mr. Yang, shall I start the upgrade for you?"

"Go ahead, go ahead."

After everything was settled and Yang Tang had put the card away, he didn't leave immediately but instead asked, "Manager Qian, I wonder if your bank has any capital-protected fund products?"

"Capital-protected funds? You mean..."

"I know that funds are things where you bear the profits and losses yourself. Once you hand over the money, how much you earn or lose is out of your hands—even if the client loses everything, they can't have any complaints, right?"

"That's not the case, that's not the case!" Manager Qian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"My current idea is to take 20 million and buy a capital-protected fund. Whatever it earns, your bank just needs to give me half. If it loses money, no matter what, I must get back at least 10 million as a guarantee. You understand what I mean, right?"

Manager Qian wondered, "Your meaning is not hard to understand, but why?"

"Because I want to buy this fund for my parents. If all the money is lost, what are they going to live on? So, the guarantee must be at least 10 million!"

"Understood! Our bank actually does have such a fund. I'll go get the documents for you to look at right now!" Saying this, Manager Qian scurried off.

Gulangyu, Nazhai Hotel.

"The boss has entered the Nazhai Hotel. Repeat, the boss has entered the Nazhai Hotel."

"Tiger King received. Hashi-k, check the hotel's room availability."

"I just checked. Including the only reservation for Room 8, it will be at least tomorrow noon before any rooms become vacant."

"Damn it, there's no time left. Monkey, Squirrel, climb up and see if you can install the bugs early."

"Received!" "Understood."

Just as the two were taking action, Guihai Youde, with his arm around the Fox's slender waist, arrived at the hotel front desk.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" asked the same receptionist who had dealt with Yang Tang earlier.

"My friend booked a room for me here. His name is McLaren!"

"Please wait a moment, let me check... Yes, here it is. Your friend booked Room 8 for you. I wonder if that is acceptable?"

"That's fine, please lead the way!" Guihai Youde replied to the receptionist and then turned to the Fox. "My dear, would you be interested in coming to my room for a drink?"

The Fox’s bright eyes turned, and she parted her red lips to say, "I’d love to!" And so, the two walked hand-in-hand behind the receptionist and headed upstairs.

"Monkey, Monkey, the boss is going upstairs. How are things on your end?"

"Just finished installing two bugs, but they won't cover every corner of the room."

"That's enough, retreat!"

"But..."

"No buts! Retreat! That's an order!"

Just as the rear-guard Monkey climbed out of the window and left it slightly ajar, the door to Room 8 clicked open. "Here you go, sir. This is the room your friend booked for you!"

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