Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 367, Section 144: Counterfeits Can't Be Made Real
"Having nothing in itself, why stir up dust?"

"A name is just a label; you can't take it with you when you're born, and you can't take it with you when you die. My esteemed guest, you're being too attached to appearances!"

The professor sat up from the recliner. His height of nearly two meters was very imposing. He walked to the counter and picked up the prescription on the counter with two fingers that were almost like chopsticks.

The prescription had a stamp and a secret code. He checked it carefully and, finding no problems, put it back on the counter: "How is Mr. Mendes's health?"

Each key represents a client, and only the professor knows the secret code.

“I’m not feeling well and I’m missing one crucial ingredient in my medicine. He said you are the cure for him, so I just came to see if you are as effective as I imagined.”

"But according to the original plan, I shouldn't have come to see you now. However, based on my observations in Hong Kong during this period, I found that your medicine will soon become ineffective, so I came ahead of time to quickly pick up the medicine my father needs."

As the storm was brewing, Ruan Wen realized that the professor was nearing his end and would eventually be exposed to the Hong Kong police. He decided to take advantage of the professor's continued control while he could still retrieve the goods he needed.

Time will tell!

"However, I feel that my career is on the right track."

"Every medicine has its side effects, and I shouldn't give Mr. Mendes too much, but if this beautiful lady is willing to contribute an additional five percent of the total payment, I'm happy to do her a favor."

The professor disliked arguing with young, beautiful women. Time would tell whether he would die a natural death, spend his remaining years in prison, or have his throat slit by his own master and die in a stinking ditch.

The charm of life lies in the fact that every day when you open your eyes, it's a fresh and unknown journey.

"OK, five percent, but I need the goods now. Could someone please deliver them to my car?"

Without a second thought, Ruan Wen nodded in agreement. Pork was dirt cheap in Hong Kong, but once it was shipped back to France, things changed—it was more exciting than winning the lottery a hundred times over.

She took a gold chip card out of her handbag and placed it in front of the professor.

The professor picked up the chip card, examined it briefly, quickly shook his head, and put the chip card back: "The price of the Moroccan casino chip card is what I negotiated with Mr. Mendes."

“But this payment method is only for old friends, and you are not my old friend, so I do not accept you using the old friend payment method.”

"As far as I know, Miss Ruan Wen, your purpose in coming to Hong Kong is not pork, but to hold a unique auction. Coincidentally, I need to attend this auction to purchase an item."

"The problem is, I was very close to Mr. Mendes, but he never sent me an invitation. He always thought I was a good person, but not a good criminal."

"Although I sold pork all over the world, I still did not win Mr. Mendes's favor."

"Five hundred kilograms of goods, like pepper sprinkled into a soup pot, can't be sold in the European market. So I took the liberty of preparing two tons of goods for you, two tons of pork, in exchange for two requests."

"Pfft... Pfft"

The copper kettle sitting on the bronze stove boiled. The professor walked to the stove, took the kettle down, and poured the water into an official kiln teapot from the Kangxi period. As the boiling water was poured in, the aroma of Biluochun tea immediately filled the entire clinic.

"What request?"

Ruan Wen raised his wrist and tapped the Cartier diamond watch on his wrist, signaling the counterfeiter opposite him to hurry up.

Yes, Ruan Wen had already determined that the nearly two-meter-tall giant was an absolute fake, but she didn't care whether the professor in front of her was real or fake; she only cared whether she could take away these two tons of goods.

Today is an inauspicious day for all activities. Hong Kong people value feng shui highly, so it is destined that everything you do today will go smoothly.

"First, I need a ticket to the auction. Second, you have to allow me to use pork as payment for the auction. After all, the banks and money exchanges you use have too high a threshold. Someone like me, a fringe figure in the criminal world, can't afford to come up with washed white rice."

The fake professor sighed and, as a gesture of hospitality, poured Ruan Wen a cup of Biluochun tea.

The tea smelled delicious, but Ruan Wen didn't have the habit of drinking tea from strangers. He didn't even touch it. After thinking for a moment, he nodded in agreement and said, "It's a fair deal."

"But you can't give me your goods directly, that's against the rules. In Hong Kong, they have to be deposited in the money exchange of the Shui Fong. In the underworld, the stubs of the Shui Fong patrolmen can be used as money."

"My goods!"

The rules cannot be changed. Once the rules are changed, the old associates will become suspicious. In the criminal world, change is the most hated thing.

Ruan Wen tapped his watch again, reminding the counterfeiters in front of him to cherish their time.

"This is the shipping manifest. The goods are at the Swire Group's dock. This is the complete set of paperwork."

"A total of four thousand bags of legally produced laundry detergent will be loaded onto the ship tonight and will arrive at the port of Marseille in ten days. I don't think I need to worry about the rest!"

"Here, I thank the Anglo-French Free Trade Agreement!" the fake professor said happily, picking up his teacup.

The delivery slip from Taikoo quickly appeared in Ruan Wen's hands. She called Taikoo's freight company to confirm that the goods had been loaded onto the ship, then put away the delivery slip and prescription, put on sunglasses, and walked out of the clinic.

Seeing that the person had left, the fake professor quickly put down his teacup, strode to the cubicle to the left of the medicine storeroom, and whispered, "Boss, everything is settled!"

"Hey"

"Got it! You did a great job!"

After waiting for a minute, a voice came from inside the cubicle, praising the stunt double outside with a sigh.

Boxing champion Sheng parked his car in a parking space at Fu Kang Garden in Tsim Sha Tsui. He got out of the car, locked it, and waited a few seconds. When the valet ran out, he took out his wallet from his pocket and pointed out a red snapper.

The parking fee has one price during the day and another price at night.

You don't have to pay, but you definitely won't be able to keep your four tires; they'll be taken by the "Eye Party."

Furthermore, the meter only lasts for half an hour, and nobody wants to have to rush out to pay after just sitting down next to a dancer and barely getting a few kisses.

After paying the valet and seeing that there were no other people around, Boxing King Sheng opened the trunk, took out the luggage bag inside, closed the trunk lid, and quickly walked into the apartment building in Fukang Garden.

"Target: Enter Fukang Garden. Target: Enter Fukang Garden."

A girl wearing a baseball cap, baseball uniform, and carrying a pink backpack arrived at the entrance of the building where the boxing champion had entered, riding a skateboard. She landed on one foot, took out her walkie-talkie, gave a brief announcement, put the walkie-talkie back into her backpack, picked up her skateboard, and walked into the building.

In front of the elevator in the apartment building, the boxing champion Sheng had a cigarette in his mouth, but couldn't find a lighter, so he had to give up and tuck the cigarette behind his ear.

The skateboarding girl arrived at the elevator, chewing gum, pressed the up button, and silently waited for the elevator to arrive.

Boxing champion Sheng glanced at the skateboarding girl, noticed the black eyeshadow around her eyes, took the cigarette off his ear, and patted her on the shoulder: "Hey pretty girl, got a lighter?"

The skateboarding girl was extremely nervous, her whole body stiff, but she still maintained a cool expression on her face. She took out a disposable lighter from her pocket, didn't say a word, and continued chewing her gum, simply handing over the lighter.

"Thank you, beautiful lady!"

The boxing champion thanked him, then took the lighter, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and handed it back to the skateboarding girl.

"You're welcome!"

Seeing that the boxing champion had only borrowed the lighter, the skateboarding girl returned to normal, staring at the elevator indicator light and waiting for the elevator.

"Hey beautiful, you have a great figure. How about working at my nightclub?"

"The daily start fee is three hundred dollars. If you meet the performance target, I will also reimburse your daily taxi fare. With your looks, you are more than qualified to apply for a hostess position in Hong Kong. Come to my nightclub for escort services. I won't say more, but I guarantee you will earn enough to buy a car in two months."

The girl next to him was very unique and good-looking. The boxing champion Sheng also developed a fondness for her and prepared to recruit a new courtesan for his nightclub.

"Holy crap! I'm still in Form 5! You're dragging a schoolgirl into this mess, you're really something, you bastard!"

The skateboarding girl never expected that her second conversation with the boxing champion would be an invitation to jump into a fire pit. This gangster is hopeless!
"So you weren't mute after all! You're asking for trouble! Are you kidding me? I'm taking you to heaven. Just casually have a few drinks with some rich guys, let them touch your thighs, and you can get thousands of dollars in tips."

"When I hear about such a great deal, I just want to put on stockings, put on lipstick, and play with these rich kids!"

"What's the use of going to university! After three years, you still have to come out and find a job to earn money. You still have to be teased by your boss and taken advantage of by lecherous employees, and you don't dare to say a word, and you don't even get a penny."

"Go straight to being a dancer, avoid three years of hardship, and earn three more years of money."

"While your classmates are out looking for jobs and starting work, you might have already finished paying off your mortgage!"

"Studying is utterly useless! Your father has no business for you to inherit. After you finish your studies, you'll still be someone else's slave. Do you think this is twenty years ago? Graduates from Huangming Academy are all top students!"

“Things are different now! I read in the newspaper that HKU will graduate 3,000 students this year, but the foreign companies can only provide 500 jobs. HKU has 3,000 graduates, and other universities and colleges also have several thousand graduates.”

"You're all like egg rolls, constantly rolling around, you'll never have a good ending!"

"Here you go! Remember to call me after you've seen it all. It's all fake, only the money is real!"

Boxing champion Sheng pulled a business card out of his wallet and forcefully stuffed it into the skateboarding girl's hand.

(End of this chapter)