Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 110: Respect for Talent
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I've seen so many famous waiters that I don't care about them anymore.

Since the handsome guy is the best spectator on this street, the most we can give him is a free fruit plate, a discount on the ticket price, and a bottle of iced soda.

For business owners, it doesn't matter which gangster comes to watch the street. Just pay the fees on time and the gangsters won't cause trouble. If you encounter troublemakers, let the gangsters watching the street come forward to solve the problem.

Besides, his boss is also a gangster, Niu Yong from Xinji. According to seniority, when Handsome Sheng sees his boss, he has to call him Uncle Yong.

Chi Mengli changed into slippers and clothes and walked into the bathing room.

The bathing area is not small, and it is divided into three floors. The first floor is the hall, kitchen, and private rooms. The second floor is the public bathing area, which is a large pool and a public sauna room. The third floor is the private bathroom and independent sauna room.

He did not stay on the second floor, but went directly to the third floor, asked for a private bathroom, got into the bathtub comfortably, covered his head with grapefruit leaves to get rid of the bad luck.

Bo Xidong took a shower and then lay down in the bathtub next to him. The water was so hot that he grimaced.

"Brother Sheng, Lianhua has changed its mind and canceled the meeting tomorrow. It has been moved to tonight at 9 o'clock. They said they will treat everyone to hot pot."

"I have also notified the few demolishers who have agreed to come, and they have all agreed to come."

"belch!"

The water was too hot, and the spinach fluttered around like a cooked red shrimp. It then picked up the iced cola bottle beside it, took a sip from it, and burped comfortably.

Chi Mengli turned his head to look at Bo Xidong, took off the pomelo leaf on his head, dipped it in a little water, and patted it on the guy's head.

"I will leave the Happy Pills business to Chicken, Fence and Drunk Dragon."

"It's a rule that if you become a demolisher, you can't watch the show. What do you think of this chicken show?"

Bo Xidong dodged back, put the soda bottle in his hand on the table beside him, looked at the door, and whispered: "Brother Sheng, there is obviously something wrong with the fence. It's a traitor, but I haven't caught him yet."

"Otherwise, I will definitely open a incense hall and give this guy three knives and six holes in the street."

"Ji Zai is also a loser. He tells others that Zitou is unfair and keeps complaining all day long."

"Not to mention Loki, he's a traitor, he can even betray the boss of Baimen and kill his mother."

When you are out there in the underworld, loyalty and righteousness are what matters. Anyone can kill a traitor.

When he heard that the big boss was going to give up a good way to make money to these three losers, Bocaidong felt a little confused.

"Happy Pill! Pujie, it's not just a name change, this Pujie Pill has gone from being a contraband item to a panacea."

"Do you really think the cops outside are dead?"

"Lei Luo has run away. Our relationship with the police has changed from partners to enemies. If you sell some hookah, the police may turn a blind eye. Even if they catch you, you can find a lawyer and be imprisoned for a few months at most."

"Even if you pay the fine and are sentenced to several hundred hours of community service, you don't even have to spend time in jail."

"You fucked Miss Bai, you'll be sentenced to 20 years in prison, and in the worst-case scenario, you'll be shot at. When the police catch you, they'll all be wearing bulletproof vests and holding guns."

"If you want to make money from a dead friend, you might as well go find a rock to squeeze oil out of. I'd rather die than touch that money-making trick."

"How's the happy podan going?"

Chi Mengli picked up a piece of watermelon with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it for a few times, swallowed it, and asked about Huanxi's bo dan business.

"Boxing King Sheng sent a few boatmen (book collectors) to teach Huanxi how to trade. Huanxi is smart and should be able to trade on his own after learning for ten days or so."

"I left 30,000 yuan for Huanxi from the money that Boxing King Sheng sent me, and I deposited the rest into Fuji Minibus's account."

"The sales manager of the car dealership called me and said that there was a batch of nearly new cars that were sold at a discount recently. They were said to have been damaged when shipped by sea, and the insurance company compensated for the loss, but they could not be sold as new cars, so the original price was discounted by 30%."

"I took a look and saw that there were some scratches on the exterior. There are five in total. Should we take them all?"

Huanxi has a sharp mind and can understand it in a few days. The multiples were formulated by the math genius from the University of Hong Kong who was hiding behind the scenes, Boxing King Sheng. Huanxi doesn't need to change it. He just needs to put a blackboard in the bar and buy a radio.

The Hong Kong Radio Station will specially broadcast the English Football League One matches and has quite a large audience. Bocaidong believes that Huanxi will be able to do a good job in the odds business.

But Chi Mengli felt that it was not a good idea to put it in a bar. The bars in Hong Kong were closed during the day, and even blues bars would invite singers to sing, which would be too noisy.

He remembered an American TV series he had watched before, in which there was a special club that specifically served football fans and provided alcoholic beverages.

Thinking of this, he immediately said: "Adong, go find Zhang Dazhang and ask him to help register a few club licenses and apply for a few liquor licenses."

"You should pay more attention to the areas where gamblers often gather, rent a few stalls, and open a football fan bar. It should be open 24 hours a day and specialize in the odds business. Buy a few large TVs and good quality radios and broadcast football games all day long."

"Let the happy boatman be the head waiter and get two salaries."

"The bar doesn't need to be big. Ask a designer from an advertising company to help with the design, highlighting the TV wall. Then go to the film equipment company in Central to buy a projector and a batch of English League One videotapes to play them by scene." If we hang the bar in the venue, the police will definitely cause trouble again and again. It's better to open our own venue. If something happens to the boatmen, they will only arrest them. We can also sell beer, foreign liquor and snacks by the way.

Chi Mengli expressed his idea and asked Bocaidong to find a place and sign a short-term contract. Even if the business lost money, he would only lose one or two months' rent. If he made a profit, he would have another source of income.

It sounds good, but he always does tricks in the place, which must make the bar owners unhappy.

Bo Xidong nodded and said that he would call the agent and open the fan bar within a week once the location was selected.

Chi Mengli and others stayed in the bathhouse until eight o'clock in the evening. When they saw that the time was almost up, they changed their clothes and walked out of the bathhouse.

The tips in places like Yau Ma Tei are not low. Even if the manager gave me a 20% discount, I still spent more than 500 yuan.

As a big boss, how could he let his men pay for the meal? Chi Mengli paid the bill, asked his men to get in the car, and went to the hot pot restaurant that Lianhua had booked.

Jizai walked out of the boxing gym, followed by six thugs. These thugs did not surround Jizai, but protected the old man who was wearing a windbreaker and a brown top hat.

And this old man is Uesugi Yue.

Li Fa and Loki stood on both sides, fearing that Uesugi Yue would be killed or shot to death. They were not completely relieved until he got into the van.

After everyone got into the van, Ji Zai drove his newly bought Honda Accord, leading the way to keep the appointment.

Uesugi Yue straightened his wrinkled windbreaker. The local gangs were too rude. He had not eaten well or slept well during the two days he had been in the gym, and there were cockroaches all over the room.

He regretted a little bit for taking the initiative to cooperate with Handsome Sheng. He did not provide him with a qualified chemical laboratory or the sales network he needed.

However, in the past two days, the chicken who was responsible for protecting his own safety, Fence, has repeatedly tested him, and the implicit meaning of his words is whether there is any possibility of private cooperation.

His life was in the hands of the handsome Sheng, so Uesugi Yue did not make any rash statements. He had to find the most suitable business partner so that he could make a lot of money.

The van was filled with a choking smell of cigarettes. He opened the window to let the smoke out.

Two cars, one in front and one behind, arrived at Niu Ji Temple Street Hotpot Restaurant in Temple Street. This is the most famous hotpot restaurant in Temple Street. It has authentic Sichuan and Chongqing beef oil soup base, and many young people like to come here to eat.

Hong Kong is a fast-paced commercial city, and workers are under great psychological pressure. Eating spicy food can relieve stress, so the restaurant is packed every night.

Jizai opened the car door, looked at the neon sign of the Niuji Temple Street Hot Pot Restaurant, took out two redwood fish and threw them to the old parking attendant who was walking towards him.

The people in the van also got off. Uesugi Yue was very happy to smell the free air again. He had not stepped out of the boxing gym in the past two days, but he was soon choked by the spicy smell in the air and started coughing.

Li Ba, Loki and others burst into laughter when they saw the funny and embarrassed look of the little Japanese soldier.

"Pounce on the street."

"let's go."

Jizai threw a red cigarette into his mouth, climbed over the pedestrian railing, and walked towards the Niuji Temple Street Hot Pot Restaurant across the street.

The arrogant appearance of the group attracted the attention of passers-by. When the receptionist at the door of Niuji Temple Street Hotpot Restaurant saw that there were customers coming, he quickly opened the door.

"welcome."

"Hello, guys, do you have a reservation?"

The receptionist at Niuji Temple Street Hotpot Restaurant was gentle and asked Jizai and others if they had a reservation.

"Of course, I'm here to see Brother Lianhua. I've arranged a table on the first floor. My brothers haven't had dinner yet."

"Pretty girl, you are so pretty. My place is in need of pretty girls. I can easily make hundreds of dollars every night. If you have any ideas, just call me!"

"Want to eat your own words?"

Jizai picked up the lighter on the front desk, lit his own cigarette, turned around and told his brothers behind him to order whatever they wanted to eat.

"Thank you, boss!"

A meal at the Niu Ji Temple Street Hotpot Restaurant will cost at least three to five hundred yuan. The gangsters know how much money they have in their pockets and they certainly won't want to go to such a high-cost place.

The big boss pays the bill and we eat for free, it couldn’t be better.

"Boss, Brother Lianhua has arrived and is in the box upstairs."

"Brother Lianhua has instructed that there should be an empty seat. Please come this way."

The receptionist at the hot pot restaurant cursed in her heart, thinking that she was dragging people into a fire pit and that God would strike her, but she didn't dare show it on her face and went upstairs with Ji Zai and others.

(End of this chapter)