Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 360, Section 137: People Need to Find Their Place
In fact, Chi Mengli didn't want much; he just wanted an answer.

It's good to close the net now, and the rewards will be huge. Taking down the boxing champion Sheng and destroying one of the professor's most important leads will bring a lot of benefits, but the only problem is that we can't catch the professor himself.

In Chi Mengli's eyes, Song Sheng was not as dangerous as the professor. You should know that the professor had the formula for the Blue Blood. As long as the formula was available, hundreds or thousands of ordinary citizens would become dead.

But old bastards like Song Sheng, who organize criminal gangs, are not that dangerous.

Hong Kong has been shrouded in the shadows and harmed by Miss Bai for many years. It is necessary to dispel the dark cloud hanging over Hong Kong as much as possible and reduce the harm Miss Bai causes to Hong Kong.

Rational people know that drugs cannot be cured. As long as humanity cannot get rid of the emptiness in its DNA, Miss White will accompany humanity forever.

"No! Chi Sheng, you're playing with fire. People in the martial world aren't all fools. The more people you kill, the more wary everyone will be of you, even if they can't see through the mystery in the short term."

Xiao Shandong gave a kind warning, then placed a piece of paper covered in writing in front of Chi Mengli and continued, "This is the background information of Song Sheng that you asked me to investigate."

“This Song Sheng is just like you, a nemesis of evil! Twenty years ago, Song Sheng had just appeared in the underworld. In the second month after he appeared, Chen San, the King of Powder, lost a batch of goods on the high seas.”

"Chen San lost two of his cousins ​​and lost a large amount of Huangpi, conservatively estimated at five tons."

"However, selling prostitutes was not a mainstream business at the time. All the triads in Hong Kong were involved in antibiotics. After all, once the ship arrived in Dalian, a ship full of antibiotics could be exchanged for a ship full of gold."

"Of course, that's an exaggeration, but a ship full of antibiotics and bandages could still be exchanged for thirty large yellow croakers."

"If you find it troublesome, you can also send the goods to Haojiang. The King of Haojiang will take the initiative to settle the bill. The risk is small and the profit is high. Miss Bai won't fetch a high price then!"

"However, wars eventually come to an end, and Miss Bai has once again become one of the most popular traded commodities among smugglers. Loading several tons of pig's feet with a few hundred kilograms of Miss Bai along with them can increase the profit margin of transportation."

"After all, a converted merchant ship costs at least tens of thousands of yuan, and you need to recoup your investment as soon as possible."

Xiao Shandong sighed as he recalled his glorious past, but when his gaze fell on Chi Mengli's expressionless face, he could only mutter "damn it" under his breath and continue, "Quite a few big shots in the martial arts world have fallen at the hands of this Song Sheng."

"However, after Liu Fu retired, the era of Lei Luo began in Hong Kong. At this time, noodle stalls could be openly sold, the police and gangsters were in cahoots, and the triads officially separated from the chambers of commerce behind them."

"The war is over, and the market is becoming more and more stable. The major hometown associations and chambers of commerce in Hong Kong have begun to actively distance themselves from these urinals. After all, these scoundrels dared to sell even the governor and actively colluded with the Japanese devils."

"I don't need to tell you what happened next. The Hongmen and Hutchison cleaned up their own ranks, throwing all the gangsters who had cooperated with the Japanese devils into the sea."

"According to the information I found, Song Sheng only made a move twice. Once was when he led a team to kill a White Crane Fist master who had defected to the Japanese martial arts world. This man was called Yi Zhang Gao. I heard that he had extremely high martial arts talent, and none of the martial arts masters of his time were his match."

"The information I found is that Song Sheng personally killed this guy, losing two fingers in the process."

"The second time was a major battle with a big shot. The specific details are unclear, but everyone in the martial arts world knows that the big shot was defeated."

"This is the information I found with all my might. The era of the 'one-zhang-tall' figure is too far back. Even if there are any clues, they have been lost in the long river of time. But the big boss is still squatting in the ancestral hall. With the person involved here, everything is easier to find out."

"However, we can't make any big moves. We need to approach very slowly in order to find out the real information."

"So, I'm applying."

"You requested a two-week extension so you can take your time investigating."

After listening to these two tales of the martial arts world, Chi Mengli suddenly realized that all her current actions were correct. Investigating bit by bit was hopeless, as she had far too little information.

The cops couldn't possibly be unaware of Song Sheng, but Guo Guohao, a senior superintendent from a prominent family, was unaware. This means that someone within the police station was helping Song Sheng cover up the truth, and someone was releasing a smokescreen.

The foreigners from Zu's family would neither cover for Song Sheng nor would they. Their main objective was to eliminate local unsettling elements, and Song Sheng, such a major threat, was definitely their primary target.

But where did Song Sheng get the weapons that Yuan Qingbei bought?

Thinking of this, Chi Mengli said directly, "There is no time limit. As long as you find Song Sheng before me, I will not ask for a refund."

"To make our cooperation go more smoothly, I'll give you a little bit of information for free. Song Sheng sold a batch of weapons to Yuan Qingbei, all of which are Zu family standard equipment. You can start with this."

Having said all that needed to be said, Chi Mengli put away all the documents and photos, then took out her wallet, pulled out a crumpled check, and placed it upside down on the table: "Mr. Shandong, this is your overtime pay." "Enjoy your free time while I'm gone. I believe even bigger storms await us in the future."

“If Song Sheng is really as powerful as we think, then he has already begun to realize that someone is investigating him.”

"goodbye!"

Chi Mengli recently rewatched the classic movie "The Godfather" and suddenly fell in love with the top hat worn by Al Pacino. However, the best top hats need to be custom-made, so he could only find a substitute sold in a department store.

A substitute is always just a substitute. He felt like a monkey under a crown, how ridiculous!
He could never be as elegant as Al Pacino in his entire life, but he possessed qualities that Al Pacino lacked.

Chi Mengli picked up the documents, put her top hat on the check, said goodbye, and left the meeting room.

Xiao Shandong touched the material of the hat and found it was beaver fur. This material is very rare and extremely expensive. The fibers are fine and tough, and the felt hats made from it have a smooth, silky surface and excellent breathability. It is often used in top-tier hats.

He put the hat on his head and found that it was the perfect size. He was out in the wind and rain all day long, so he really needed a comfortable and breathable hat.

Xiao Shandong was satisfied with the hat, but the hat wasn't the key thing now; he reached for the check on the table.

One hundred dollars!

This is the smallest denomination HSBC bank draft that Xiao Shandong has ever seen since he was born.

It's important to know that HSBC bank drafts require payment; one HSBC bank draft costs HK$100.

That damn little bastard!

No, that damned little rascal.

Xiao Shandong smiled, put the smallest denomination note in history into his pocket, then crossed his legs and reached out to change the radio channel in the living room.

"Charging into the enemy ranks, warhorses neighed, and rattan armor flew everywhere!"

"He fought bravely against the enemy in the southern desert, his courage surpassing all others in the army, and his fame spread far and wide!"

"For the sake of Heaven and the people, for the sake of life and growth, we will do our utmost, both within and outside China!"

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I've heard this play, "The Soul of the General," since I was a child, but only today have I found it so interesting!
Luna Lovegood, who aspires to become an investigative journalist, has once again run into a wall. The BBC has no shortage of good investigative journalists. This newspaper, which is closely tied to British culture, has never lacked crazy people who are crazy about their careers.

But here's the problem: with so many lunatics, there's no chance for fools to rise to the top. The BBC has neither a shortage of lunatics nor a shortage of fools.

Luna is in an awkward position between the two, far from being crazy but close to being stupid. Because of her awkward identity, she can't integrate into either group, and she's not even included in after-get off work bar parties.

However, the BBC's Hong Kong bureau chief was a member of her fraternity and provided her with a lot of help.

First, the Brotherhood of Raphael, a true representation of nature!
This slogan influenced the entire British art and cultural circles.

Because they were in the same fraternity, Luna became known as a "nepotism hire" among her colleagues. However, the BBC has no shortage of nepotism hires. The madmen looked down on her, and the fools could only curse her behind her back.

Her current job is a good one that the editor-in-chief gave her: to investigate the situation of women's work in Hong Kong.

Actually, this task is very simple, because all you need to do is find an 18th-century scribe describing London factories, or a book like Les Misérables, and you'll know the plight of these women.

Working from 6 a.m. to 7 p.m., standing for thirteen hours straight in a sweatshop—even Superman from American comics couldn't endure that.

Overwork-related illnesses can shorten the lifespan of these working women by at least ten years, which is detrimental to their children at home. These women will work like oxen.

The reason why the men in sweatshops are not investigated is because these men enter sweatshops in their teens, and usually work until they are forty years old, when they are exhausted to the point of vomiting blood, contracting tuberculosis, leaving behind orphans and widows, and then die!
(On a side note, the Medellín Cartel did not actually go bankrupt despite the capture of Black Widow, Pablo, and other leaders.)
(The American TV series "The Goldmans" depicts indirectly how the Medellin Group operates and how it entered the Russian market. The Gulf Clan and the Golf Club can be seen as independent organizations or as vassals of the Medellin Group.)
(Now, the Medellín Cartel is like the one depicted in the movie Sierra Leone; they have become a crime-fighting force, working specifically with the CIA and the Colombian government to combat drug trafficking organizations of all sizes, plantations, avocado plantations, and to help the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration target Mexicans.)
(Because eliminating competitors is essential to ensuring the Medellín Group's profits.)
(However, last September, Rodriguez, the drug kingpin on whom the Medellín Cartel placed its greatest hopes, was cornered at his lover's house by Colombian cops, then ran naked into the street and was shot dead! His death was far from dignified!)

(Black Widow also collaborated with the Americans, and was then killed by her rivals in a butcher shop.)
(End of this chapter)