Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 355, Section 132: The Complete Process

Yao Dong, with his ponytail, looked at Liang Nan, who was dressed in a denim jacket and jeans, snorted coldly, and scanned the room with his sharp eyes. Finding no problem, he finally spoke: "You're Liang Nan, B-Zai Heng's henchman?"

"My boss is B-boy Heng, looks like you're Brother Yao Dong!"

"Here's the goods!"

Liang Nan straightened up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a sealed bag of blue blood.

The henchman standing guard to the side, seeing that his boss did not react, immediately took the medicine bag, carefully checked the outer packaging, found that there was no problem with the outer packaging, took out a reagent tube, and poured the blue blood powder from the bag into the reagent.

This is a testing reagent prepared by Professor Yao Dong from the Department of Chemistry at the University of Hong Kong. It can detect whether the pork is pork and the purity of the pork. As long as the purity reaches 70%, the reagent will turn red.

As the powder was poured into the reagent tube, the pale yellow reagent solution changed, gradually turning red.

"Brother Dong, no problem!"

After the henchman finished his inspection, he immediately reported to Yao Dong, who was standing nearby.

Yao Dong didn't say anything, but looked at Liang Nan and told him to bring out all the remaining goods.

Understanding the unspoken meaning, Liang Nan quickly pulled out the two boxes hidden under the table, cut open the transparent tape seal, and revealed the medicine boxes inside.

Seeing that all the goods he wanted were complete, Yaodong took a few steps forward, stood in front of the box, reached out and touched it, randomly picked out a box, tore open the packaging, took out a bag of medicine, and threw it to the henchman in charge of testing, asking him to do it again.

Without saying a word, the henchman took out a new test tube from his pocket and tested the blue blood selected by the boss. The result was the same.

"Excellent! The professor is indeed very efficient!"

"Next week, I need a shipment of 500 kilograms of the finest blue blood."

Yao Dong waved his hand, signaling to his henchman to give him the money.

Two boxes of blue blood were exchanged for a small stack of large cows. Liang Nan took the banknotes thrown to him by Yi Qun's henchmen, counted them briefly, and put them in his pocket, saying with a smile, "Five hundred kilograms isn't enough. If I were in charge, I would transport them by the ton."

"There are plenty of dead Taoists everywhere. It's against all reason not to make money off these losers! If you ask me..."

"Snapped"

Before Liang Nan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yao Dong's henchman with a slap across the face.

"You have no right to speak in front of me, the big boss! You take whatever amount I give you."

Yao Dong's henchman slapped Liang Nan across the face. Seeing that Liang Nan was still defiant, he immediately pulled out a short dog from his waist and poked it at Liang Nan's head.

"Ah Ben, forget it. The young man can't see the situation clearly and is a big mouth. Ignorance is no excuse."

“I told the professor that the price would remain the same, and that 500 kilograms of pork would be delivered at the same time next week.”

Yao Dong suppressed the short fire in his henchman's hand, finished speaking to Liang Nan word by word, and then had his henchmen carry the boxes back to Kowloon Walled City.

A young soldier in uniform, who was having a late-night snack 300 meters away, wanted to come over and check the situation, but was stopped by an older soldier in uniform. This was Kowloon Walled City, and it was better to avoid trouble, so he pretended not to see anything.

Having been slapped, Liang Nan lost face and blushed. But Yao Dong was ruthless and didn't talk much, so Liang Nan didn't dare to offend him. He could only swallow his anger, put away the money, close the pharmacy door, drive back to Causeway Bay, and find his female companion to vent his anger.

The pastor sat at a dog meat stall nearby, taking a sip of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and a bite of dog meat. The dog meat had a strong, unpleasant smell, and even half a pot of peppercorns and star anise couldn't mask it. Without a sip of strong baijiu, it was easy to overeat.

The dog meat from Kowloon Walled City was famous throughout Asia. Even many tourists from Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, and Southeast Asia would stop by the dog meat stalls next to Kowloon Walled City when they came to Hong Kong.

The dog meat in Kowloon Walled City has a unique flavor; once you try it, you're guaranteed to be addicted and unable to stop.

After all, the dogs in the dog farm eat mutilated limbs and drink water laced with tainted milk. Of course, a normal person would get addicted to it.

The pastor came to Kowloon Walled City late at night, not to eat dog meat with added spices, of course. He came with Tatsa, but he never expected that Leung Nam and Tatsa would get together!

The situation has now been clarified, but we are lacking some physical evidence.

Thinking of this, the pastor quickened his pace of eating, spending more than ten minutes finishing all the dog meat in the casserole. He leaned back in his chair and comfortably let out a burp.

He pulled out two Red Snapper bills, threw them on the table, told the food stall owner to keep the change, picked up the half-empty bottle of beer on the table, and swayed as he walked into Kowloon Walled City.

As midnight approached, Kowloon Walled City became eerily quiet. In a narrow passageway, a listless Taoist priest lay sprawled in front of a puddle, licking the dirty water from washing syringes on the ground.

This is the daily routine of a fellow Daoist who has run out of money. When the urge to seduce Miss Bai kicks in, even the toughest man can't resist. A small amount of Miss Bai is among this filth, which can help these fellow Daoists bear it for a while.

More than a decade ago, there were still vendors selling "miracle water" in Hong Kong. These were gangsters who were responsible for washing syringes. They would collect the wastewater from washing syringes, add half a gram of "Milk White" (a type of herbal drink), mix it all together, and sell it for three dollars a cup to their dead gangster friends who had already sold off their wives and daughters.

Once someone gets involved with Miss Bai, no matter how good they are, they will become a heinous monster because of their addiction. The pastor's father was a dead drug addict, and his mother was sold to Malaysia by his father. He didn't see his mother after he was five years old. When he was ten, his distant cousin saw that he was too pitiful and sent him to a foreign orphanage.

He lived in the orphanage until he was fifteen years old before leaving to make a living in the Tsz Wan Shan area.

Upon seeing the dead Daoist lying on the ground licking dirty water, he thought of his damned father and kicked the dead Daoist over.

"I ran into that dead fellow as soon as I stepped out the door. What incredibly bad luck!"

The fellow Daoist who was kicked didn't react at all. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental pain. This bastard quickly scrambled back to the puddle and continued licking the dirty water.

The easiest way to find goods is through dead friends.

But this one won't do. This fellow Daoist in front of me has already lost his mind and is completely unusable.

The pastor stepped over the body of his deceased friend and walked out of the sewage-filled alley. His leather shoes were handmade in Italy and cost two thousand Hong Kong dollars a pair. If they got dirty, he would have to spend tens of dollars to maintain and clean them.

After leaving the alley, we arrived at a small platform.

Several streetwalkers dressed in cheongsams were smoking against the wall when they saw a handsome young man in a suit appear and quickly went up to solicit customers.

"Do me a favor!"

When the pastor saw that the streetwalker who came up to solicit customers had needle marks all over her arms, he knew in his heart that she was also a dead friend. He reached into his pocket, took out a neatly folded crab, and held it between his fingers.

Kowloon Walled City was a haven for criminals, but even criminals were divided into different classes. The prostitutes who came out to stand around late at night were all low-class, and a one-night stand only cost twenty or thirty dollars.

"Handsome guy, what are your orders?"

Seeing the blue crab held between the pastor's fingers, the streetwalker's eyes lit up. She had to be tricked twice to earn a blue crab, but now a handsome guy was offering a blue crab (fifty dollars) in one go, so of course she was willing.

Young, wealthy men are a rare sight, so she quickly reached out and snatched the blue crab into her hand. Tomorrow's Miss Bai was now secured.

"I want to buy pork, but not loose pork; I want pork in medicine bags."

"Can you handle this?"

"If you can get this done, both of these Red Snapper cards are yours."

The pastor rubbed his fingers together, and two red snapper appeared on his fingertips, just like a magic trick.

Pork packaged in medicine bags?!
The girl on the street didn't react at first, but she immediately knew what the handsome guy in front of her was talking about, and said directly, "You mean the life-saving powder!"

"I know where to buy it! But a bag of life-saving powder costs thirty-five yuan, and I don't have enough money!"

There's no reason to spit out the fat meat that's already in your hands!
The woman on the street rubbed her fingers together, indicating that she didn't have enough money to buy the life-saving powder.

The pastor, too lazy to argue, reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded crab bill, telling the streetwalker to hurry back.

The streetwalker, having received the money, ran off quickly. The pastor pulled over a plastic chair, sat down, crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette, and waited for the streetwalker to return.

He had only smoked half a cigarette when the streetwalker who had gone to buy the life-saving powder ran back and handed the unopened package of life-saving powder to the pastor.

The pastor checked the money, didn't say anything, and simply stuffed two Red Snapper coins into the woman's hand before quickly retreating the way he came.

The streetwalker quickly stuffed the two red snapper bills into her underwear, then casually returned to her friends, complaining that she had only earned one crab bill for running an errand.

After leaving Kowloon Walled City, the pastor quickly found a self-service phone booth and left a message for his boss, Handsome Sheng.

Two minutes later, his pager went off. He quickly called the paging service and found that Handsome Sheng had asked him to deliver the items to the parking spot in Yau Ma Tei and continue keeping an eye on Tat Sa.

Now that the boss had made his decision, the pastor immediately took action, hailing a taxi back to Yau Ma Tei. He was very clear about his role: he was just running errands for the boss and didn't need to make decisions on his own.

He has already taken over several venues on Fortress Street, which can be considered as planting a flag in Yau Ma Tei. Within the Number Gang, he has also made a name for himself, and several big fishermen have come to him to discuss cooperation.

There are water pipes everywhere, but you can only have one boss to support you.

The pastor understood that his wealth and status were all thanks to the handsome young man, and as long as he did his job well for his boss, his future life would definitely be smooth sailing.

Handsome Sheng said he had prepared a car for himself, which he heard was an American car called Cadillac. He said that even the President of the United States rides in it, and it is the most luxurious of all luxury cars.

The frustrating thing is that the car won't arrive in Hong Kong until next week, so I'll have to keep taking taxis during this time.

(End of this chapter)