Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 2: The future of life lies in choice
The people of Donglian Society still abide by the underworld rule of sticking to one's principles and not using violence.

Chi Mengli and Bo Xidong walked out of the Heyi Restaurant, pretending not to hear the insults from the bad guys from the Donglian Society, and walked towards the end of the street without looking back.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Hong Kong's nightlife begins and Temple Street becomes crowded. Both sides of the street are filled with stalls and incandescent lamps light up the dark night.

Hong Kong citizens also walked out of their housing estates of less than 20 square meters to enjoy the nightlife, hoping that the cold beer could numb their sore bodies after working for twelve hours.

Chi Mengli didn't eat. She took out ten yuan and bought two servings of fried stuffed vegetables, a serving of curry fish balls, and two cups of herbal tea.

In his previous life, he had also been to the famous Temple Street Night Market. He liked this kind of night market with a lively atmosphere, the South Asians selling magic oil, the food stalls cooking in the open, the housewives selling plastic jewelry, and the beautiful girls selling cheap clothes.

The atmosphere of everyday life made him feel that he was real. The laughter, scolding, and Hong Kong slang that reached his ears were very noisy, but it did not make people feel bored. It only made the life in his eyes more vivid.

The fried stuffed three treasures tasted good. Chi Mengli finished it in just a few bites, then walked in the Temple Street Night Market holding a cup of herbal tea.

While eating curry fish balls, I wondered why the boss went to the night market. This damn place used to be visited six days a week, but seeing the same few faces everywhere was no longer fresh to me.

It’s better to go to the stables on Bowl Lane where you can try out horses for free.

Shouldn't I take the minibus back to Tsim Sha Tsui East, back to Tsing Yi, and report to Lao Ding that things went wrong?
do not care!
I'm not good at thinking, so I'll leave it to Brother Sheng. He should just eat fish balls quietly!
Chi Mengli found a coin-operated telephone booth with ease, took out a coin from his jeans pocket, put it into the phone, and pressed the number buttons.

"toot toot"

"Which one?"

"I'm Handsome Sheng, please let Lao Ding answer the phone."

"Hold on."

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"Asheng, it's me. How's it going?"

"Lao Ding, I met Hongtai and he said there was nothing to discuss."

"I know that Hongtai's temper is still as bad as before. Ah Sheng, you will handle the rest of the matter. You must be powerful."

"I want all the short mules in Hong Kong to know that no one can owe the company money and not pay it back."

"This is a good opportunity for you to come forward. Once you get it done, Lao Ding will open a temple for you."

"Thank you, Lao Ding."

Chi Mengli threw the microphone back onto the rack, took out a DHS cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it.

"Grandpa has told me to do something. Go get your stuff from Hardware Zhang and meet me in the alley across from the Heyi Restaurant."

"By the way, call Xiaomei and tell her that the movie tonight is cancelled."

When he heard that he had to do something, Bo Xidong immediately threw the herbal tea in his hand to the ground and turned away.

Chi Mengli picked up the cold tea that Spinach Dong threw on the ground. This guy just had no sense of public morality. He shook his head and threw it into the trash can beside him.

When he saw Bocaidong walking away, he took out a coin from his pocket, threw it into the phone again, and dialed another number.

This time the call was answered very quickly and I only waited for less than two seconds.

"Dad, I have to go to work at the Heyi Restaurant tonight, so I won't be home for dinner."

Chi Mengli looked around vigilantly, but his words were relaxed.

The person on the other end of the phone was Guo Guohao. He was sitting in his office on the 1th floor of the Arsenal Building, Hong Kong Police Headquarters, No. 6 Arsenal Street, Wan Chai, listening to the phone carefully and admiring the beautiful scenery outside the window.

This is the new headquarters. The O-Tribe is a Class B unit and moved three years late. He has only been here for a few days and is getting familiar with this unfamiliar new building.

This is his secret hotline. He has five such hotline phones in his drawer. They are all high-value undercover phones.
It's not a high-value needle, and he, the youngest superintendent in the police force, cannot be troubled to take personal charge of it.

"So hard? I made some sweet soup tonight. It's your favorite icy pear soup. It's good for moistening your lungs. Are you sure you don't want to drink a bowl?"

Guo Guohao spoke normally, holding a pen in his hand, and wrote the four big words "Heyi Restaurant" on the notepad.

"Not today, put it in the fridge and I'll drink it tomorrow."

"Grandpa tells me to do something, should I say no? I have to work to earn a living! Or else you can support me?"

Chi Mengli looked ahead and said impatiently.

"Okay! I know you've worked hard, let's talk about it when we get home."

"Old Zha has lost all hope. He has been getting close to a man called Tian Si, who is Yazaku's external contact person. You have become Lao Sijiu. You should be more motivated. This is an opportunity."

"But you have to be careful. If someone dies, your dad can't save you."

"I know!"

"Bye-Bye!"

When Guo Guohao heard the busy tone on his mobile phone, he put down the receiver and locked the phone in a drawer with a special combination lock.

He thought about it, opened the glass door of his office, and called out to his trusted buddy A, asking him to come into the office.

"Sit down, A-zai, do you know any military brothers in Yau Ma Tei?" "I want newcomers, unfamiliar faces, and those who keep their mouths shut."

Guo Guohao asked A to sit down, closed the office door, and then stated his requirements.

A thought for a second or two, then nodded immediately, indicating that there was one.

"You call him and ask him to go out and hang around Shanghai Street in Yau Ma Tei."

"Also, take a team of people to bring Big Duck back in handcuffs. He blew up one of Lao Fu's places last week. Lock him up for 24 hours first, and then let him go after he pays the bail."

"Yes, sir."

Azi didn't ask for details. He was not stupid and knew that the information must have come from the Intelligence Department. He immediately walked out of Guo Guohao's office and called his men to catch the big-mouthed duck.

Guo Guohao sat in the office and watched his brothers leave. He had done what he was supposed to do, and the rest depended on Zhen's performance.

Chi Mengli hung up the phone, then he took out some coins and called his stepmother, saying that he would not go back. He asked her to take more medicine and rest more, then hung up the phone.

This is also his third identity, the needle buried by the police in the bathroom.

The word "needle" is both a code name and an action code name.

Chi Mengli threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, found a food stall, ordered a roast goose leg and a bowl of instant noodles, and started eating.

Dakouya continued to sit in the lobby of Heyi Restaurant and finally drove away the bastards from the bathroom. He sat on a chair and asked the younger brothers at the door to disperse so as not to disturb the boss's business.

He hadn't eaten yet, so he ordered a bowl of wonton noodles and a plate of Chinese cabbage, and sat in the corner to enjoy his dinner.

"That's a light meal, Brother Duck."

When Dakouya heard the stiff and awkward Cantonese, he frowned and looked up, only to see a guy who made him feel disgusted.

"I've seen a lot of disgusting guys recently, so it's better to eat something light. Mr. Tian Si, the boss is upstairs, I'll take you up."

Dakouya threw the chopsticks in his hand into the bowl, and the juice in the bowl splashed everywhere. He stood up, pushed away the bodyguards beside Tian Si, and walked straight upstairs.

Tian Si looked at his expensive Armani suit, which was covered with water. The local gangs were so rude!

But business is more important. He stretched out his hand to stop the younger brother who wanted to fight. He was not here to fight today. He was here to discuss business. Business is more important.

He took out a silk sweat towel, wiped the soup off the front of his suit, and then went upstairs.

The card game on the second floor has been over, and Hongtai’s card players have also left. Now, only Donglian’s players are on the second floor of Heyi Restaurant.

The visitor is a guest, even if this guest is a traitor.

Hongtai still gave face to the middleman and prepared a table full of top-notch banquet, including steamed grouper, crispy roast goose, four-head abalone, eight-treasure vegetarian dishes, snails in soup, dry-fried crab towers, golden pumpkin and taro puree and other famous dishes.

Tian Si was very satisfied with the Chaozhou specialties on the table, but he became dissatisfied again when he was carefully searched by the Donglian Society's thugs.

Hongtai did not stand up. Tonight, he was first chased for debt by someone, and then lost several thousand yuan playing mahjong. He was already very angry, and he was in no mood to deal with the traitors sent by Yazaku.

I also wanted to give the other party a warning, otherwise they would think that the Donglian Society was a group of good guys.

Tian Si could confirm for sure that the Donglian Society thug who searched him was gay. He had touched his entire body all over and was just about to make his move.

"Hua Zai, it's OK."

Even the big-mouthed duck standing nearby couldn't stand it anymore, so he told his good brother whose sexual orientation was a mystery to get out of the way, and made up his mind not to go to the sauna with Andy again.

"Mr. Hongtai, your welcome ceremony is really special."

Tian Si sat opposite Hongtai and made a sarcastic remark.

Hongtai didn't respond, but stood up, picked up a bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap, and filled the glass in front of Tiansi with wine.

"Mr. Tian Si, if a dwarf mule is not difficult to deal with, then he is not a dwarf mule! If we want service, we will go to the Peninsula Hotel."

"Have a drink and calm down."

Tian Si looked at the wine glass in front of him, picked it up, and clinked glasses with Hongtai. Business was more important.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, it’s time to get down to business.

The waiters in the restaurant cleared all the dishes and chopsticks off the table. The members of Donglian Mazai and Yazaku all retreated to the first floor. Only Dakouya, Hongtai and Tiansi were left upstairs.

The wine has turned into tea.

Wine represents passion, tea represents sobriety.

Now that you are sober, you should talk about Brother Kong Fang.

Tian Shi likes the tea ceremony for a simple reason: he has only half Yamato blood in him, and the other half comes from a stupid man.

He hated the part that belonged to him as a stupid man, so he looked for the underlying genes of the Yamato people to make up for the other regrets.

Being used to drinking Japanese tea, Kung Fu tea felt a bit bland. He just took a small sip, put down the teacup and opened the small suitcase he carried with him.

(End of this chapter)