Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 368, Section 145: Picky Dog Food
The skateboarding girl who received the boxing champion Sheng's business card felt it was absurd, even though Sheng was telling the truth.

Nowadays, college students are setting up stalls at night markets to earn a living, and major foreign firms are closing their subsidiaries, keeping only profitable business lines.

Graduation equals unemployment, and that's no joke!

They can lure innocent young girls into the sex industry, into a living hell. Even sons-in-law have to talk about it secretly, slowly corrupting them. They don't even ask people if they want to work at nightclubs without asking them first.

"Ding dong."

An awkward situation always needs an icebreaker, and this time the elevator came to end this embarrassing conversation.

"Cherish this opportunity!"

Boxing champion Sheng threw his cigarette butt onto the floor tiles and stomped it out, reminding the skateboarding girl not to miss out on a good job opportunity.

Even though the skateboarding girl was part of the Criminal Intelligence Department's surveillance team, she was speechless and furious at the boxing champion's antics, but she couldn't abandon her mission, so she also stepped into the elevator.

"How many floors!"

Boxing champion Sheng stood in front of the button, waiting for the skateboarding girl to speak.

"Ten floors!"

Without hesitation, the skateboarding girl called the tenth floor, then leaned against the elevator wall, continuing to chew her gum, but her eyes remained fixed on the indicator lights.

After hearing the skateboarding girl behind him announce the floor number, Boxing King Sheng immediately pressed the tenth floor button, and then pressed the eleventh floor button.

The skateboarding girl didn't say anything, but kept staring at the elevator indicator light, waiting for her floor to arrive.

The other members of the tracking team should have already gone up to the rooftop. They have binoculars, so they can see everything clearly, whether it's the eleventh floor or not.

Boxing champion Sheng, carrying his bag, kept observing the skateboarding girl behind him through the white steel plate. Finding no problem, he quickly reached out and pressed a seven-layer button.

Since the morning rush hour had passed, there weren't many residents using the elevator, and it quickly reached the seventh floor.

The boxing champion quickly stepped out of the elevator, leaving the skateboarding girl alone inside.

But just as the elevator doors were closing, a pair of large hands reached in again, blocking the doors from closing.

The person who came in was still the boxing champion Sheng. He walked into the elevator again, saw the skateboarding girl looking a little confused, and explained, "She has dementia and has forgotten where she lives!"

Soon they arrived at the tenth floor. The skateboarding girl took her skateboard out of the elevator and stood in front of a house in front of the boxing champion Sheng. She placed the skateboard in front of the door, took off her backpack, and pretended to be looking for her keys.

Boxing champion Sheng kept watching the skateboarding girl's movements until the elevator doors closed, at which point he reached out and pressed the button for the eighth floor.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, the skateboarding girl stopped rummaging through her backpack, quickly found the walkie-talkie inside, grabbed her skateboard, and headed towards the stairwell.

"Attention, the target has reached the eleventh floor."

The skateboarding girl sat on the steps and reported softly.

"Received. The rooftop is in position. The elevator has arrived, but the target has not been detected. Re-identify the target."

Hearing that the gangster who had dragged her into this mess hadn't appeared on the eleventh floor, the skateboarding girl immediately rushed out of the stairwell. Looking at the elevator indicator light, she saw that the elevator was going down and had now stopped on the eighth floor.

"The target is on the eighth floor! The target is on the eighth floor!"

The skateboarding girl immediately realized that the boxing champion had just used a feint; if the observation post on the rooftop hadn't been successfully established, they would have completely lost track of their target.

"Calling Mole, calling Mole, you can evacuate safely, target locked." The voice came through the walkie-talkie, instructing the skateboarding girl codenamed Mole to retreat.

The skateboarding girl quickly said "Received!" and took the elevator to leave the tenth floor, but feeling a little strange, she reached out and picked up the trash bag next to her before taking the elevator away.

Boxing champion Sheng stood in front of the security door, watching everything through the peephole. His left eyelid kept twitching. As the old saying goes, a twitching left eyelid means bad luck, a twitching right eyelid means disaster, and twitching eyelids together means facial spasm.

In any case, none of them are good!

He stood there for five minutes, but the skateboarding girl in the elevator did not appear. Only after confirming that she was not a cop did he pick up his bag from the ground and walk to the sofa in the living room.

This is the secret base built by Boxing King Sheng, his secret accounting office. Xiao Zong is indeed a mathematical genius, but his cousin only has the Fields Medal and various mathematical problems in mind.

On the same day that I was arrested and put in jail, my cousin was finally diagnosed with mental illness and was taken to a mental hospital for electroconvulsive therapy.

Life is so colorful!

It's so much better to focus on making money; if you're making money, you won't develop minor issues like mental instability!
A white cloth was spread on the sofa, and even though the air in Hong Kong is humid, there was still a little dust on the white cloth.

Boxing champion Sheng didn't care and plopped down on it. He didn't care about the dust, and the cleanliness of the bench in the cell was even worse. He still lay there for forty-eight hours, since his clothes would have to be sent to the dry cleaners anyway.

He opened the bag, poured all the banknotes out onto the coffee table, counted them one by one, and placed them on the coffee table.

1500000!

Every penny is a lot!
After counting the banknotes, Boxing King Sheng immediately stood up, walked to the safe by the wall, entered the password, opened the safe door, and took out a red-covered ledger.

But as soon as he took out the red-covered ledger, he felt something was wrong. He checked it again with his eyes and realized that one ledger was missing.

There should have been five ledgers in the safe, but now there are only four left.

Boxing champion Sheng's face turned extremely ugly. He opened all the safes and found that Wen Que had not visited the safes containing banknotes and gold. Nothing was missing, not even the antique paintings he had bought.

After spending ten minutes taking inventory, he discovered that five ledgers were missing from the safe, all of which contained accounts from March to May of this year.

Who did it?

Boxing champion Sheng ruled out suspects in his mind, but he had no clue. He had secretly bought the apartment and registered it under his girlfriend's name, so even the cops wouldn't be able to find out.

After thinking for half an hour, he still couldn't figure out which deity had visited his secret accounting room, but he made a decision: tonight, he would move his confidential ledger to a different location.

Before that, however, he wanted to leave a message for his informant to inquire who had visited the secret accounting office.

The pager had long since run out of power, so he took out two unopened batteries from the cabinet under the coffee table, put them into the pager, and pressed the power button.

It takes half a minute to boot up. During this time, Boxing King Sheng put 800,000 into his safe, which was his due. The rest was for the professor.

The banknotes the professor gave out were either consecutive serial numbers or were rotten, sweaty rice that the gangsters had smuggled from an armored truck.

These spoiled rice are sold on the black market at very low prices, and even in the underworld, only a few people can afford to buy them.

But the professor's regular customers would specifically choose this kind of dog food to feed him.

Even if the professor knew, he couldn't refuse; he could only try to digest the dog food.

(End of this chapter)