Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 295 72: A Busy Night

(Thanks to the support of Wardrobe Guest Bald Song, thank you!)
And Hei Ah Hu, who Boxing Champion Sheng was worried would betray him at the critical moment, had his wounds simply bandaged and appeared in front of the Ruixing mahjong hall on Shanghai Road.

Because he has to come here to hand in the numbers every week, he can find the place with his eyes closed. He is still a little confused now. He doesn't understand why he has to report the news that Boxing King Sheng is a traitor to Lao Ding when Brother Sheng has already decided to cooperate with Hua Zairong.

Isn't this just taking off your pants to fart? What's the point of doing this?!
But he had to do what Brother Sheng told him to do. All the money he had was given by Brother Sheng. The lives of his good brothers were getting better and better. They all wore gold and silver and drove sports cars.

The tenement building she lives in was bought by Brother Sheng, the luxury car she drives was given by Brother Sheng, and her betrothal gift was also given by Brother Sheng.

Even though he knew that being a whistleblower would get him scolded and that he would offend Andy Lau and Boxing Champion Sheng, even so, Shen Xian Jin would not be grateful, but would put himself in a separate category. After all, no one would trust a traitor.

Thinking of this, Hei Ah Hu threw the Camel cigarette in his mouth to the ground, sparks flying, and then walked into Ruixing Queguan without hesitation.

Viper Ming was still sitting at the bar watching the show. There was a joke in the Water Room that the club owners might come and go, but Viper Ming remained forever. This was because Viper Ming had been watching the show at Ruixing Marquee Club for seven or eight years since he joined the Water Room, and had seen off at least five club owners.

The doorbell rang, he looked up at the door and said subconsciously: "Welcome."

"Oh my god, it's Brother Hu. You're late today. Uncle Sheng has already left to play 18 holes. You need to get up early tomorrow."

"Injured? That punk did it, but don't be angry, you have a good brother here, and you will definitely have a bowl of bird's nest with rock sugar. Cool down, I will come with a steel pipe to help you vent your anger later."

After Dusheming finished speaking, he took out a bowl of bird's nest with rock sugar from the counter, ready to ask Hei Ah Hu to calm down.

Seeing the rock sugar bird's nest, Hei Ah Hu also felt a little thirsty. He directly removed the lid, picked up the bird's nest, took a big sip, and said with a wry smile: "I'm not here to report to Uncle Sheng, I'm here to find Lao Ding."

"You call me your good brother today, but you won't do that tomorrow."

"Thank you, Bird's Nest. Chongqing hotpot is very popular in Yau Ma Tei recently. I'll call you to sit with me someday."

After complaining to Dusheming for a few words, Hei Ah Hu drank the bird's nest with rock sugar in his hand, and then walked to the third floor of the sparrow hall.

The brother guarding the elevator had known Hei Ahu for a long time. He informed Lazy Bing via the intercom. Only after hearing Boss’s nod did he open the elevator and send Hei Ahu up.

A second later, the elevator arrived at the third floor. Lazy Bing stood in front of the elevator and welcomed Hei Ah Hu with a smile: "Brother Hu, today is Brother Sheng's celebration banquet. I also want to send Lao Ding home and then have a drink to celebrate."

"I knew Ah Sheng was good at fighting before, but I didn't expect that he had practiced martial arts secrets in the past few years and could actually master the double-flowered red stick. When he was learning boxing in the gym, he was always lazy every time he fell down. I didn't expect this guy to be what he is today."

"Lao Ding has an appointment to chat with someone tonight. I only give you five minutes. Hurry up."

Lazy Bing patted Hei Ahu on the shoulder and asked him to go into the office to see Lao Ding.

"Brother Bing, this is a serious matter. I don't think Lao Ding will be in the mood to chat with others after hearing this."

Hei Ah Hu glanced at the brightly lit office at the end of the corridor, shook his head and said something to Lazy Bing, then quickly walked into Shenxian Jin's office.

Lazy Bing also noticed something was wrong, and he immediately followed Hei Ahu into the office.

The matter was very simple, and Hei Ahu only took one minute to explain it clearly.

After listening to this, Lazy Bing immediately closed the office door, looked at Shenxian Jin, and waited for Lao Ding to give the order.

Shenxian Jin did not get angry as expected, but took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Thank you for reminding me, Asheng. Go back and tell Asheng that I know everything."

"Ah Hu, I remember everything you did today."

"Don't worry, I, an old man, know who is a loyal subject and who is a traitor. Ah Sheng should be waiting for you to go back and have a celebratory drink, so I won't keep you any longer."

Everything that happened before his eyes did not meet Hei Ahu's expectations. Shenxian Jin did not get angry, nor did he send anyone to kill Boxing King Sheng, nor did he even call a meeting of his supporters.

This is a bit unreasonable!

But Lao Ding had already ordered them to leave, and Hei Ahu had no reason to stay. He nodded and left Shenxianjin's office.

Seeing Hei Ah Hu leaving the office, Lazy Bing immediately said: "Boss, Boxing King Sheng wants to turn against us. Do you want me to find someone to kill him tonight?" After saying that, he gestured at his neck.

"What?"

"If the boxing champion promotes Hua Zairong, I will send someone to kill him. If other gangs knew about it, they would not stand up to support me."

"Ah Sheng was only there to support others, and he didn't do anything to let the society down. If I kill Ah Sheng, it will only break the rules, lose people's support, and ruin my reputation. Even if I win the championship again, no one will recognize me."

"I'll take care of this."

"I have an appointment to talk about something. It's almost time. Have someone get the car ready."

Shenxian Jin smiled, lit a cigarette, and asked Lazy Bing to prepare the car as he was going out to discuss something.

"Ring ring ring"

After Lazy Bing left, the phone on the desk rang. The ringing sounded very harsh in the quiet office.

Shenxianjin reached out and picked up the microphone, put it to his ear, and waited for the person on the other end of the microphone to speak first.

"Boss, everything is done, Handsome Sheng has taken the bait!"

Take the bait?!
Hearing this, Shenxianjin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't tell anyone about Hei Ah Hu's coming to tip him off. He just said softly, "I know that you may have a hard time during this period. After this is over, the Queen on the high seas will be left to you."

"Thanks, Lao Ding, I know what to do."

"Boss, you go ahead and do your work first!"

The call was hung up and a busy tone sounded. Shenxianjin put the receiver back on the landline.

This is also a test. Although Liangzai Sheng is a veteran of the club and has been in the club for three years, the timing of his rise is too coincidental. He has the right time, the right place and the right people.

If he is lucky, Shenxian Jin will burn incense and worship Buddha to thank the ancestor for sending him a great talent, but if this is not a coincidence, he will need to think about it carefully.

Whether doing business or mixing in the underworld, you need to teach by example. If there is no teaching, as a young man, you would have drowned in this underworld where people are eaten without leaving any bones.

Robin himself hasn't learned it, and even if he has, he won't teach Handsome Sheng. So who did Handsome Sheng learn these skills from?
There are so many mysteries surrounding this loser. If you don’t give it a try, you won’t feel safe using it!

Don’t be suspicious, don’t need to drill tortoises and Zhu Xing.

The test jade must be burned for three days, and the material identification must wait for seven years.

Zhou Gong was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang remained courteous.

Xiang Shi died in the first place, but who knows the true or false of his life?

Bai Letian said it very well!
But Handsome Sheng’s mind is indeed sharp, and he grasped the trick of the game right away, which is really good!
I just don't know how many people can pass this trial game.

After Hua Zairong finished talking to Chi Mengli about the matter, he said goodbye and left, and did not stay forever.

Ji Mi, who had drunk a few glasses of wine, hadn't spoken a word. He was a typical taciturn person and didn't like to talk nonsense. But today was different. It concerned the future of the gang, and as the leader of the gang, he had to know Brother Sheng's true thoughts.

When he saw Hua Zai Rong and Boxing Champion Sheng leaving the box, he quickly said, "Brother Sheng, Uncle Rong's chances of winning are slim, do we really want to support him?"

Chi Mengli, who was drinking hangover soup, smiled when he heard Ji Mi's words, put down the bowl in his hand, and said, "Ji Mi, pat your pocket and see if the three hundred thousand bills are in your pocket?"

"If he is, then the conversation just now is true. If he is not, then nothing happened and we can continue to live a rich life."

"After receiving money from others, of course I have to stand up and cheer for them."

"As for whether Hua Zairong can defeat Lao Ding, that is their business. After all, Lao Ding did not give us any money. According to the rules of the underworld, we should not support Lao Ding."

Ji Mizhen patted his shirt pocket and found three hundred thousand cash in his pocket. He smiled heartily and continued to ask, "So should we go down and help?"

"Jimi, I learned these rules of the underworld by myself, but you are lucky to have a big brother like me. Adong, you should also learn some of them. They will definitely be useful in the future."

Chi Mengli took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, then crossed his legs and continued, "The 900,000 that Hua Zirong gave us is to buy the tickets we have. Six tickets, 900,000. This is a good deal, very suitable."

"But asking us to come down and help is another matter."

"The benefits that Hua Zairong gave me are all empty promises. Even if this old man really becomes the boss, I will not go to him to discuss these empty promises. The reason is very simple, that is, I, the handsome boy Sheng, have received the money."

"If you take the money, there will be no more debts!"

"The future business and wealth will need to be exchanged for other things. Hua Zairong said so much just to make this matter look better. He didn't really want to help me."

"But Hua Zairong didn't know whether I, Handsome Sheng, understood these things, and was afraid that I might be a traitor, so he sent Boxing King Sheng to test the waters. If the negotiations were successful, he would send money, and if they weren't, he would just pretend that nothing had happened."

"At the community voting meeting, we will give Hua Zairong the sacred six votes, but if we are asked to go out and show our horses, that is another price."

To survive in the underworld, one needs to be taught by example. If no one teaches you the rules of the underworld, you will just wander around like a headless fly and end up making a mess of things. If you are unlucky, you may even lose your life.

Chi Mengli explained all the twists and turns to Bo Xidong and Ji Mi so that they would know how to deal with it in the future.

"Adong, call Representative Situ and go to Shanghai City to play the second game."

"Oh, right! Call Uncle Wen and ask him to pay attention to the entertainment tabloid I sent over. However, the newspaper needs to be printed and will definitely appear on his desk tomorrow morning."

Chi Mengli threw the half-smoked cigarette of Double Happiness into the teacup, stood up, casually patted the ash off his suit jacket, and led the way out of the box.

Ji Mi stood up thoughtfully. Before he joined the underworld, he believed that the underworld was a place for revenge and that underworld bosses would kill anyone they disliked and sleep with anyone they liked. He didn't expect that after entering the underworld, he found that it was completely different from what he had imagined.

He shook his head with a wry smile and followed his cousin Bocaidong out of the box.

The guys outside had already eaten and drunk. In fact, they didn't drink too much and most of them stayed sober. After all, after drinking the celebratory wine, they had to go back to work and couldn't delay the business in the venue.

After walking out of the box, Chi Mengli remembered Lan Zuilong's bitter face and wanted to find his old friend to have a chat and see what trouble he had encountered. However, after looking around, he did not find Lan Zuilong.

He didn't care. The places that Drunk Dragon was looking at were all in the central area of ​​Yau Ma Tei, on his own turf. He was surrounded by his brothers, so there would be no problem at all.

Ruan Wen had also walked out of the box, wearing a linen wool windbreaker, looking very noble.

The four-nine guys who had not yet left saw Ruan Wen appear, and all stood up, using their hands as megaphones, and shouted loudly: "Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law."

The constant booing made Ruan Wen feel a little embarrassed.

"Alright! You street bastards, get back to work."

Seeing that there were too many people making a fuss, Chi Mengli quickly stepped forward to rescue Ruan Wen and create the image of a flower-guarding messenger.

"Awen, you go first. I need to go out for a while to do something. The box is ready. Dutch, please keep Miss Ruan safe."

"Jimi, you should come with us. Shanghai Road is not peaceful. I'm afraid the people from the Number Gang will come out to cause trouble. Bring more people with you."

Chi Mengli asked Ruan Wen, Ji Mi and others to go to Shanghai City first, and he went to meet an old friend.

Ruan Wen still looked like a good wife and mother. She nodded gently, then left with Aamir Khan and the female assistant.

Dutchman really wanted to go with Chi Mengli, but he couldn't disobey the boss's words, so he absent-mindedly followed Ruan Wen away.

"Let Xizi prepare the car. I'm going to the bathroom."

After drinking a lot of wine, Chi Mengli felt that his prostate and bladder were about to rebel, and he had to go to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he walked into the bathroom, unbuckled his belt, and was about to dump the waste water in his body when he heard voices of conversation coming from outside the bathroom.

"Damn it, I was just looking for a restaurant to fill my stomach, but I didn't expect to run into Handsome Sheng holding a celebration banquet. This is a good opportunity, Bunny, do you think I should go and challenge Handsome Sheng? As long as I can beat him, I will immediately become a famous person in the underworld."

"The double-flowered red sticks in the water room lost to me. No matter whether it was Lao Xin or He Liansheng, they would recruit me into the sect and let me be the big red stick!"

"Fuck off! After touching Ah B's hand, stop touching me."

"You eat fresh abalone every day, there is a high possibility that it may contain cauliflower. Don't infect me."

"Go! You beat the double-flowered red stick. Not only will you be the red stick, but even if we give you a stick, these masters will be happy to do it."

"Okay! Don't let your imagination run wild. A dish of roast goose, a dish of barbecued pork, a dish of steamed sea bass, and a dish of green vegetables would only cost two hundred dollars at a food stall, but this is Yau Ma Tei, and it's a big restaurant. You can't leave without five hundred dollars."

"You loser, you have to show off in front of a girl. If you can't take out the money, you will be embarrassed. Don't say that my good brother doesn't help you. I will keep eight dollars for the minibus and give you the remaining one hundred and twenty dollars."

"This is what I earned as a parking attendant. I've already made an agreement with Brother Lankou. You'll get work clothes tomorrow and go to work guarding Shanghai Street. You'll get 80 yuan a night, not counting tips, and you'll get one dinner and one midnight snack."

"If you have nowhere to stay, you can live in the dormitory. It's a little crowded, with four people in a room. There are fans and you can take a shower. After working for seven days, you will officially join the parking team. The salary is 100 yuan a day, and tips are not included. However, you need to register with your ID card."

"If you have nothing to do, you can go work as a coin-operated girl. You only need to work four hours a night for thirty dollars, and dinner and midnight snacks are provided."

"You're going to be eighteen soon. Sister Niu is not in good health. Don't daydream and find something serious to do."

"I lost it. I only have 200 yuan. Even with your 100 yuan, I still can't leave the restaurant."

Listening to the conversation outside the bathroom, Chi Mengli almost laughed out loud. He pressed the flush button, opened the cubicle door and walked out.

When the two young men saw someone coming out of the bathroom, they immediately shut up, but they all had bitter faces, probably worrying about what to do with the remaining one hundred dollars.

"Hey! You poor fellow, if you don't have money, don't eat at a big restaurant. This girl doesn't hang out with you just because you're powerful."

Chi Mengli washed his hands and looked at the two useless guys. He angrily scolded them, "Which one of you is with Bo Caidong?"

The two young men looked at the pretty boy in front of them, then glanced at each other. The short, unlucky one said angrily, "Boss, we were talking too loudly just now and disturbed you. Sorry."

"My name is Ayun, I work for Brother Dong, but I am not his henchman, I am just his parking boy."

"Adong, Adong, come in."

Bo Xidong, who was standing at the stairs smoking, heard Brother Sheng calling someone, so he quickly walked into the bathroom. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he found Brother Sheng chatting with two young guys.

"Brother Sheng, are you looking for me?"

Seeing Bocaidong arrive, Chi Mengli said, "This Ayun is your parking boy. He doesn't have enough money for the meal. I saw them discussing it in the bathroom but couldn't find a solution. So I asked you, the big boss, to come and find a solution."

Bo Xidong looked at A Yun with a puzzled look, feeling that he was a stranger. He had more than 130 parking attendants under him, divided into two shifts, in charge of seven streets. Apart from the four-nine-year-olds under him, he didn't know many parking attendants.

Bocai Dong didn't know Ayun, but Ayun knew Bocai Dong, so he quickly stammered, "Brother Dong, I'm on the day shift with Brother Lankou."

Hearing the name Lankou, Bocaidong was certain that the two young men in front of him were indeed his parking attendants. He took out his wallet, clicked on a Big Bull and threw it to Ayun.

"Fuck! You didn't know how to save money after making it, and you followed the rich guys to eat in big restaurants. You are lucky this time to meet Brother Sheng, why don't you thank Brother Sheng right away."

Ah Yun and the other two guys only realized now that the person standing in front of them was the famous handsome Sheng. They quickly said, "Thank you, Brother Sheng. Thank you, Brother Sheng."

"Be down-to-earth and stop daydreaming. You won't get any money even if you beat me. Save more money and learn a skill or go to a business school. There is no future in hanging around on the streets." Chi Mengli had drunk too much and talked a lot, but after he finished speaking, he felt it was boring, so he waved his hand, told the two bastards to get out, and walked out of the bathroom without saying a word.

Bocaidong also noticed that Brother Sheng was in a bad mood, so he ignored the two people in the bathroom and quickly followed him out.

Ayun was holding a big bull in his hand and felt something was wrong. He quickly stuffed the banknote into his pocket and slapped his good brother's face hard to see if he was dreaming.

"What the hell! Why are you slapping my face?"

"Handsome wins, handsome wins! He is my idol."

Chi Mengli walked to the front desk of the restaurant, and the restaurant manager quickly handed him the menu for the celebratory banquet. He took it and saw that there were ten tables and it only cost less than 60,000 yuan, which was really a good deal.

"Brother Sheng, let's talk it over. From now on, Brother Sheng, all your banquets will be discounted by 30%."

The restaurant manager spoke up at the right time and said that the price was discounted.

"Here's a tip. You guys have worked hard. Send the bill for the banquet to the mahjong restaurant across the street tomorrow. I'll give you cash. By the way, when you come, bring twenty bowls of bird's nest with rock sugar. The bill will be on me."

Chi Mengli threw the bill back to the front desk and took out two big gold bulls from his wallet as a tip for the restaurant waiter. As for the bill for the banquet, he asked the manager to collect it tomorrow. He walked out of the restaurant without looking back, stood on the street in Yau Ma Tei, and took out a cigarette box.

"Brother Sheng, are you unhappy?"

Bo Xidong stood behind Chi Mengli and asked when he saw that there was no one around.

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little tired."

Chi Mengli lit two cigarettes, threw one to Bocaidong, and said, "Seeing the two people in the bathroom, it reminded me of when you and I were parking valets. At that time, we could only make less than 100 yuan a day, which was not enough to buy a pack of cigarettes after deducting three meals a day."

"Remember!"

"At that time, we mainly relied on you, Brother Sheng, to go out and play gigolo, and let those dancing girls buy cigarettes for us, and treat us to roast duck and food at food stalls."

"Brother Sheng, do you remember Sister Do? Every time she got off work, she would buy two roast goose legs and come to visit us to replenish our oil and water."

"I just didn't expect that Sister Do would also die in the woods of Nam Shui Wai in the end."

Bo Xidong is not a good person to chat with. He starts to expose old scars right away. But Chi Mengli is no longer the same Chi Mengli as before. She doesn't have much real feelings for Do. Since she has entered the game alone, she must think about the consequences.

He is not smart enough, his skills are not good enough, and he has no one to back him up.

Such people can only be chess pieces, not chess players.

"Do is a child who has not grown up. He always wants to prove that he is a big shot. The most frightening thing about people is that they have no self-awareness."

"The jungle is the final test she will face. If she passes it, she will have completely turned over a new leaf."

"Adong, if we hadn't dealt with Hongtai at that time, have you ever thought about what would have happened to us?"

"Being hacked to death? Losing my hands and feet, becoming a cripple, living a cowardly life with the resettlement allowance given by the society, and regretting my wrong decision for the rest of my life."

"We passed, so we can do anything. Do failed, so she can only go to hell and sell salted duck eggs."

Chi Mengli took two deep puffs of his cigarette, threw it to the ground without any ethics, stomped it out, and then walked to his Volvo car without looking back.

Xizai, who was guarding the car, quickly opened the back door and put his hand on the door frame, fearing that Shengge's head would be hit.

Nothing wrong! Nothing wrong with what you said!
The world of martial arts never asks about origins; it only decides the outcome with blood and tears.

A true hero dares to open his chest amidst the flash of swords and let the world see his beating ambition.

When you are defeated, use your blood to nourish the sword, and the flower of nirvana will bloom from the wound.

When you win, you use bones as flags, and even at the top of the mountain you can still hear the wind from the abyss.

Don’t believe that wealth and honor are predetermined by heaven. In the bloody world of rivers and lakes, the hand holding the knife is your own way of heaven.

Fate is like water. The wise build dams, while the foolish drown.

Bo Xidong loves this world too much. He doesn't like a mediocre life. But he loves the flash of swords and the excitement of the sun and moon.

Thinking of this, he threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, walked towards the Volvo car with a smile, sat in the passenger seat, and accompanied his good boss on the road of martial arts.

"Brother Sheng, how should I account for these three hundred thousand?"

Bo Xidong took out the cash from his pocket and turned to look at Chi Mengli who was sitting in the back seat in deep thought.

"One gets the best deal, two get the best deal. You take the 100,000 and use it as pocket money. Spend it sparingly so that Xiaomei doesn't spend all day shopping."

"Give Xizi fifty thousand. Xizi, don't spend the money carelessly."

"As for the remaining 150,000, I'll keep 20,000 and use the rest to pay for tonight's spending in Shanghai. If it's not all spent, I'll use it to pay for the restaurant."

"Go to Huanxi first, call Ying Weikun, and ask him to meet me at Huanxi."

For ordinary people, three hundred thousand is a huge sum of money, but that is the charm of the underworld. If you have a prosperous financial path, you can earn more money in just one minute than you can earn in your entire life. Of course, you can also die in just one minute.

After Chi Mengli finished the distribution, she looked out the window and admired the night view of Yau Ma Tei.

In order to facilitate communication for everyone, car radios are installed in the large cars of the Shui Fong Yau Ma Tei Hall. For only 800 yuan per month, one can have a real-time communication channel.

This is Chi Mengli's new idea, which was inspired by the taxi communication radio.

Hong Kong has a Radio Association with special bands to choose from. All you have to do is pay for the service and buy a car radio. The Radio Association will help you with the other procedures.

Installing the radio is very simple. You just need to weld an iron frame and connect a power cord from the cigarette lighter. This small car-mounted radio can cover an area of ​​300 kilometers. It does not require high voltage electricity and can be done with just the car battery.

Garbage collection fleets, minibus fleets, and seafood delivery trucks have all been equipped with on-board radios. There are even special radio stations in garbage collection sites to facilitate vehicle dispatch.

The advantage is that communication is convenient, but the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, it is easy to be eavesdropped.

Bocaidong picked up the intercom and called his top horse Huogou, asking this loser to call Ying Weikun and ask him to go to the Huanxi betting station in Yuen Long.

The car drove towards Yuen Long. Although the odds business was not the main target of investigation by the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, there would definitely be problems if the betting station was located in Yau Tsim Mong.

Huanxi is a housing estate boy in Yuen Long. He knows Yuen Long inside and out and is familiar with the area. So he opened a betting station in the Jin Mei Industrial Building in Yuen Long. This is a newly built industrial building that is home to newspaper offices of all sizes, printing factories, and plenty of cargo containers.

The industrial building was newly built, the rent was cheap, and it was not eye-catching. Huanxi rented two connected warehouses, pulled a dozen telephone lines, connected air conditioners, and started work.

Having already received the news that Brother Sheng was coming, Huanxi stood directly at the gate of Jinmei Industrial Building. When he saw Brother Sheng's Volvo sedan arriving, he hurried forward and opened the back door.

"Huanxi, I can't even see you at the celebration party, you are so arrogant!"

Chi Mengli made a joke about Huanxi as soon as he got off the car, but when he saw Huanxi's face change, he immediately said, "Don't take it seriously, it's just a joke, but I'm really sorry that you didn't come for a drink."

"I saw the golden sign you gave me. It means great success. It has a good meaning."

Huanxi heard Chi Mengli's words, and the big stone hanging in her heart immediately fell to the ground. She smiled and said, "If Master Ding is satisfied, I'm happy."

"I didn't show up because I wanted to make more money for Ding Ye. Now is the time for the English League One to start, and the big boats and boatmen are collecting orders. Tonight, I received hundreds of orders and made tens of thousands of dollars."

"Old man, now Hong Kong people don't know what English Football League One is. They haven't watched a single game and don't know how to play."

"Relying on rich people and videotapes won't solve the problem at all."

Tens of thousands of dollars a night sounds good, but the actual betting amount is very small, at least not comparable to the Hong Kong League One. The Hong Kong League One betting stations controlled by the Number Gang have a turnover of millions every match night. Now the English League One is less than one-tenth of the Hong Kong League One.

But now there are no live broadcasts of matches. Both ATV and TVB will only broadcast a few important matches, and they are all in the afternoon garbage time to kill time.

The glorious era of English Football League One in Hong Kong has not yet officially arrived.

Chi Mengli didn't have much to do about this. Television licenses were very difficult to obtain. Shuifang's old owner, Lijia, had originally wanted to set up a TV station of his own. He had already arranged all the relationships, and the HSBC boss, the chairman of Jardine Matheson, and the directors of Swire had all agreed.

In order to get the approval of the He family and the Cai family, the Li family even sold all the soda factories they owned. You know, the Li family can survive only by relying on the cash flow from the soda factory.

This is a super factory that produces 30,000 bottles of soda a day, employs thousands of workers, and generates hundreds of thousands of cash flow every month.

But after paying a huge price, the plan was still aborted and was finally stuck at the level of the Chief Secretary. The reason was very simple, which was Li Jia's dark history. Finally, Li Jia had no choice but to partner with his sixth uncle and together they got the free TV license.

The Li family suffered misfortune because of Li Qishen, but the second and third generations of the Li family washed their feet clean. Even the leading figure of the second generation of the Li family was Wu Tiecheng, the confidential secretary, and the third generation also produced two Justices of the Peace.

But all this is in vain. Dark history is dark history. If we want everyone to forget it, it will take at least fifty years, or three generations.

Chi Mengli is a real gangster, even less presentable. He is secretly an undercover cop and does not have an upper-class identity.

Regardless of his public status or hidden identity, Chi Mengli could not obtain a television license.

But the next ten years will be the era of television. If you want to get rich, you must not miss out on television marketing.

Chi Mengli took this matter to heart and prepared to think about it carefully. If he couldn't get a TV license, he wouldn't be able to set up a new TV station, but it should be no problem to set up a new channel.

"Brother Sheng, the speed of the fan bar is still too slow. I think we need to ask the sports tabloids to write more columns to explain it."

The gambling owner also feels that there is no point in betting tens of thousands of dollars in one night. The gamblers don’t know about the new way of playing in English Football League One, and it needs more publicity.

"Let the advertising company set aside a special space to post game news and results, and also put up pictures of the stars."

In the short term, Chi Mengli could only use the advertising wall at the transportation station to promote the product. He glanced at the moon in the sky and found that it was getting late, so he turned around, looked at Huanxi, and said with a smile: "Accompany me to perform a play later."

"No matter what I say, just nod and say yes."

acting? !
What's going on so late at night?
This isn't the Shaw Brothers Studio either!
Huanxi didn't understand what Lao Ding was talking about for a moment, but his own boss was standing by without any reaction, so he could only smile and say, "Master Ding, if you want me to act, I will definitely act to the end."

"Don't worry, I'm the best at cooperating!"

Chi Mengli likes smart people the most. He nodded and let Huanxi lead the way to see the betting station he set up.

Huanxi quickly led the way and went straight to the container area along the stairs. The security guard in the container area saw Chi Mengli, Bo Xidong and Huanxi arriving and quickly stood up.

This security guard looks gangster-like and has a gloomy face. He looks like a gangster at first glance.

"Laoding, Dong Ge, this is Lai Pi Yu. I have already contacted the property company. He is now a security guard in the industrial building, working the night shift. There is another brother who works the day shift."

"As long as there is any sign of trouble, the betting stations will get wind of it and run away immediately, making sure the police can't catch them."

In order to be on the safe side, Huanxi arranged his brothers among the security guards. Even if the cops came to the door, they would definitely communicate the situation with the security guards. As long as the cops appeared, they would sound the alarm and then they could just take the account books and money and get away.

Very comprehensive thinking!
Chi Mengli nodded. This was a good idea. Betting stations were originally light-asset businesses. At critical moments, they could discard telephones, air conditioners, tables and chairs, and just run away with the account books.

"Laoding, Dong Ge, come this way."

Huanxi took Chi Mengli and Bo Xidong to a warehouse against the wall and knocked on the door hard.

The small door of the warehouse opened, and a sneaky guy poked his head out. After seeing Huanxi's face clearly, he quickly opened the small door to let the three people outside into the warehouse.

Because it is close to the sea and one floor underground, the air is very humid, the wet concrete walls are seeping with mildew, and the tungsten filament bulbs hanging from the ceiling flicker with the hum of unstable current.

Deep in the warehouse, yellowed cardboard boxes with the words "Frozen Seafood" printed on them were stacked up. Holes gnawed by rats were running through the cracks. The fishy and rotten smell mixed with the stench of sweat and smoke formed a sticky mist that stuck to everyone's nasal cavity.

Chi Mengli did not see the boat at the betting station, nor did he see the telephone. He only saw a bundle of telephone wires wrapped in plastic sheeting scattered on the ground.

"Laoding, Dong Ge, this way."

Huanxi patted the shoulder of the guy who opened the door, picked up a bunch of keys from the wall, walked behind the cardboard box, opened a secret door, and invited the two to come in.

Chi Mengli followed Huanxi, walked through the gate, and then entered the real betting station.

"Ling Ling Ling Ling."

The thirty-square-meter space was roughly divided into two halves by a rusty wire fence. Twelve old-fashioned telephones were placed on the crooked wooden table on the outside. The handset wires were tangled and hanging like a group of snakes, and the ringing sounds one after another were like some kind of bizarre summons.

The telephones kept ringing. The boatman sitting at the wooden table immediately answered the phone, picked up the betting slip beside him, and started writing the slip.

The air was filled with the smell of the sea and stinky feet, which was very unpleasant. Chi Mengli took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.

Wherever he looked, a dozen thugs were hunched over on plastic chairs, cigarettes in their left hands, pens in their right hands, and the yellowed betting slips rustled between their fingers.

Their shirt sleeves were rolled up to their elbows, and the blue dragon and white tiger tattoos on their forearms had blurred into blurry black blobs in their sweat. The ceiling fan had long since stopped, and its iron blades were covered in grease, like a dull knife hanging over their heads.

A household air conditioner is releasing cold air, continuously bringing fresh air into the warehouse.

"Huanxi, you seem to be a clean person on weekdays, but you are so dirty in the betting station."

Even Bo Xidong, a tough guy, was choked by the smell and was about to vomit.

"Brother Dong, there is no other way. We are near the sea, the air is humid, and the brothers' Xiangjiang kicks are very powerful. Please bear with it."

"Laoding, Dong Ge, sit down."

Huanxi pulled over two clean plastic beach chairs, wiped them clean with his sleeves, and let the two big guys sit down.

"Brother Huanxi, phone call."

A boatman stood up and shouted to Huanxi who was chatting with Chi Mengli and Bo Xidong.

"What the hell! Didn't you see that it's hitting the top?"

"You have no sense at all! So stupid!"

"Who? What?! Fire Kylin at Gate No. 9, winning three times the water?!"

Huanxi quickly took the betting slip from Tingzai's hand, wrote on it, and said, "Dian Poling, last week you leaked the information about the triple T in Kennedy Town, and I lost half my fortune."

"If you do this again, I'll turn your horse saddle in Yau Ma Tei into an incinerator!"

"You loser, you always say you have inside information, but you always lose. There is no friendship to speak of this time."

"Three times the water is fine, but I want to collect the money now, not a cent less."

"Alan, go call Paotong and ask him to collect the money from Dian Po Ling. Add it to the previous amount, not a cent less. Place your bets after you get the amount. Anyway, the Fire Kirin will not go on stage for another hour."

Huanxi threw the microphone to the boatman next to him and asked him to receive the number and place the order.

(End of this chapter)