Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 278

and continued on , “ I believe it would be in the best interest if we can sell this off the books , if you would like to help be a supplier of this , you may stay . Else , please leave , and forget everything spoken here tonight .”
He gave a small break , waiting for any potential loose lipped persons to reveal themselves now . Seeing that none leave and now having caught their attention , he went on and described how he planned to make this all work .
By the end of the meal , all the kids were chatting among themselves , and waiting for their parents to bring them home . The parents themselves now had practically became loyal workers to Victor , hanging on to his very admittedly broken Chinese words like it was pure gold . They all left , knowing that they would one day become rich .
The next day , Victor was walking back to the shipyard to oversee the arrival of a new shipment of goods from India , containing herbs and spices of an assortment , fabrics made of silk , and many other jade ornaments , when a coolie stopped him in his tracks , grabbing his shoulder , panting for air , and collapsing beneath his feet .
“ Coolie , what do you think you ’ re doing ? It ’ s not yet break time , tell me , who is your commander , I must report of this atrocious incident immediately ,” Victor roared , picking up the scrawny man by the collar .
“ Please … Sir … the captain … he … he is requesting a meeting with you … I don ’ t know why … please forgive my slacking off of my duties …” the coolie replied in a quiet whimpering voice .
“ Fine . Be off with you , and tell your captain I will meet him on his ship shortly ,” he replied , turning around and walking off quickly .
After finishing his rounds , making sure no loiterers were around to try to steal the cargo and checking to see if any of the shipments were externally damaged , he looked around the port where the previous incident occurred , and found the boat of which the coolie came from . He just walked up the gangboard when the captain , a rather slim but able-looking man , in an oversized suit , walked up to him , and shook him by the hand firmly .
“ Mr Victor , I presume ?” said the captain , in a strangely high pitched voice . “ Yes , that would be me , how may I be of assistance ?” he replied with a prompt response . “ Well , you could start by coming below deck , to the meeting room , we have a special someone who wishes to speak with you urgently .” “ In that case , let us be off ,” Victor said , with a slight confusion surrounding him .
“ This way , Mr Victor ,” the captain said , as he suddenly stopped and turned around . “ How terribly rude of me , my name is Walters , Captain Walters , but you may call me Walt ,” Walters said .
“ Of course , Captain Walters ,” Victor replied , his mind still thinking , deep in thought .
“ Here we are . You will be going in yourself , I have been instructed to stand guard outside ,” he said , saluting and holding open the door .
“ Thank you ,” he replied , hastily walking in , to prevent the man inside from waiting much longer .