Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 386, Section 162: Because I was in the mountain myself
(Thanks to Wardrobe Guest Elder Bald Song for his support. Wishing him continued success and that he becomes one of the kings of Wardrobe!)
"continue!"

Guo Guohao simply nodded to indicate that he understood, and then let A-zai continue.

A-Zai was already used to the cold-bloodedness of his superiors, but this was something he had to say. He had to let his superiors know about the losses so that they would fight for more benefits for the brothers who had died.

Multiple commendations mean the family can receive an extra thousand dollars in death benefits each month; multiple medals mean some benefits for future generations. Not to mention, the Police Officers' Fund has always offered scholarships, which the scoundrels of fallen brothers can apply for from elementary school.

These are things that Guo Guohao has to fight for; as the chief inspector, he doesn't even have a chance to speak.

"Nine-Tailed Fox confessed that there should be more than one professor. The captured bandits and Ah Tui also confirmed that the one kidnapped on the island was called Professor K, the leader was called A, and there was also J who was in charge of the clients. They were all orphans who had lived in the church orphanage since they were young."

"Professor A should be married, because Ah Fei told us that the people who came to the island are the best of the best, sent by Professor K's sister-in-law."

"Tomorrow, Professor A and Professor J will go to Tung Wah Coffin Home to pay their respects to their deceased parents."

A-zai recounted all the information he had gathered, then stood still, waiting for his superior's orders.

"Triplets are impossible, because if triplets were born, even if it didn't make the newspapers, it would be all over the place. Right now, we can't be sure if these three professors are a family."

“The church orphanage has records; a thorough investigation will surely uncover some clues!”

Now that it was confirmed that the professor's group consisted of orphans, Guo Guohao immediately ordered all the admission records of the church's orphanage to be retrieved, hoping to find some clues.

Criminals are safest when they hide in the shadows, but once the authorities begin to investigate, there is nowhere to hide unless you live in the open from the start.

A-zai kept all of Guo Guohao's orders in mind and felt sorry for the interns, because for the next two weeks, these people would not have any holidays and would need to work day and night at their workstations to find useful information from a massive amount of documents.

Guo Guohao turned his gaze back. Now a massive amount of clues had surfaced, and they needed to be screened one by one. This process had to be swift, because if they were slow, the three professors would leave Hong Kong, and all his efforts over the past few months would be in vain.

If these three professors were smart, they should have chosen to run away now.

But it's hard to give up wealth; no one can resist greed. Territory, distribution channels, and tens of millions of dollars in wealth every month—few people can easily give them up.

Now it's a matter of who's faster!

At five o'clock the next morning, two volunteers from Donghua Coffin Home opened the iron gate of the coffin home.

Citizens who had been waiting for a long time carried incense and entered the mortuary to offer incense and burn paper money for their deceased ancestors.

Tung Wah Coffin Home is the oldest coffin home in Hong Kong. Originally, it was built by the Man Mo Temple in Sheung Wan as the Ngau Fong Coffin Home, located near the Ngau Fong in Kennedy Town. It mainly provided temporary coffin storage services for Chinese who died in Hong Kong.

With urban development, it was moved to Tai Hau Road, Sha Wan, Pok Fu Lam in 1899 and officially named Tung Wah Coffin Home, under the management of Tung Wah Third Bureau.

In its early days, it provided temporary parking services for those who died far from home. After their families claimed the remains, they were transferred to their place of origin for burial. The San Francisco Co-operative Association in the United States once transported 474 skeletons to the Tung Wah Co-operative in one go, and then transferred them to Kaiping, Guangdong.

After the deaths of the bomb-wielding master Cai (Yuanpei), Li Zhaoji's father Li Jiepu, and the two brothers He Dong and He Fu, their coffins were kept at the Tung Wah Coffin Home for three years before they were buried.

The remains of Chinese laborers in Peruvian guano mines and Cuban sugarcane plantation workers were transported back to their hometowns through this route, perfectly embodying the Chinese tradition of returning home after death, even though they were strangers in the world.

The Tung Wah Coffin Home preserves 2 pages of documents, including ocean bills of lading and entry/exit records, detailing the process of global Chinese bone repatriation from the late 19th to the mid-20th century.

As a charitable organization, Tung Wah Group of Hospitals provides free burial services for unclaimed coffins after the deadline and covers part of the transportation costs. It also donated funds to purchase the Gold Mountain Coffin for passengers of the 1874 Arrassie shipwreck, which was used for temporary shelter for shipwreck victims.

The couplets on the gatehouse of Donghua Coffin Home have even been included in elementary school textbooks.

The door is opened for convenience, so that the spirit may have a place to rest; those who are mindful of their final days and uphold righteousness should know that returning to the earth is the place of peace!
Doing good deeds is difficult! This is the case for an organization that has faced difficulties in doing good deeds since its inception!
(During the East China floods and the Wenchuan earthquake, Tung Wah Group of Hospitals consistently donated money. However, after learning that the Red Cross Society did not disclose its accounts, Tung Wah Group of Hospitals stopped making institutional donations and instead donated to the disaster-stricken areas or sent volunteers.)
Officers from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), the West Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit (CID), the Narcotics Bureau, the Intelligence Bureau, and the Criminal Intelligence Bureau have completely surrounded the Tung Wah Coffin Home.

Although the police officers did not know the professor's name, height, or appearance, they still kept a close eye on everyone and secretly took photos of everyone who entered the Tung Wah Coffin Home.

Whenever these three professors appear, they are photographed and then investigated one by one.

"Brother Lansheng, your wife is here and wants you to have breakfast."

"I really envy you, your sister-in-law brings you food every day!"

A young man dressed in monk's robes walked up to Lansheng, gestured twice in sign language to tell his mute colleague that someone was looking for him downstairs, and then ran up the mountain without stopping. Lansheng looked up, smiled, gestured thank you in sign language, and then continued sweeping the withered branches and leaves on the steps. Winter had arrived, and there were many fallen leaves. There had been a winter rain the night before, and the withered branches and leaves were covered with dew and frost.

If it is not cleaned properly, worshippers will step on it, slip, and fall down the steps.

He has been sweeping the steps for ten years. Although the monthly salary is meager, he continues to do it. He has turned down other jobs assigned to him by the relief agency and handed them over to other disabled people.

However, the steps were very long, stretching all the way to the top of the mountain. The elderly Lansheng only swept a few dozen steps before he wearily rubbed his back, walked down the stairs, and went to the nearby pavilion to enjoy his breakfast.

The young wife, dressed in a white shirt and jeans, opened the lid of the insulated lunchbox when she saw her husband arrive, took out all the vegetables inside, and placed them on the stone table.

"Today is the anniversary of my grandparents' death, so we should eat vegetarian food. I used olive oil, which is a vegetable oil, so it's safe to eat and won't break any dietary restrictions!"

Thank you!

Lansheng made a gesture, then lowered his head to eat.

The young woman was very beautiful; even in TVB, where beauties abound, she could outshine everyone else. But it's somewhat puzzling that such a beautiful woman would marry a penniless and powerless mute man.

The woman sat on the stone bench, looked around, and found that there was no one else except for the morning mist, before continuing, "I didn't do what happened to Ah K. I didn't send anyone to do it."

This couple is the renowned professor couple, and Lansheng, the mute man who works at the Donghua Mortuary, is Professor A.

Lansheng nodded, then shook his head. But fearing his wife wouldn't understand his thoughts, he dipped his chopsticks in the porridge and wrote a line on the stone table to indicate that he knew.

It wasn't you!
There's a ghost blocking the way!

I know you, Ah Ci!

Song Ci (Song Lyrics) is a very good and elegant name. Tang poetry and Song lyrics are timeless masterpieces!
Seeing the words her husband had written on the stone table, Song Ci nodded. Her husband was a man of deep thoughts. Although they had shared a bed for five or six years, she still couldn't understand his heart most of the time.

"Who's blocking the way? It's my dad!"

The only person Song Ci could think of who would cause trouble in her business was her own father.

[It wasn't my father-in-law, it was someone else, but this time the father-in-law won!]

Lansheng, no! Professor A continued writing on the stone table, telling his young, clueless wife the correct answer.

Someone else!

Song Ci frowned as she began to ponder who had secretly tricked them.

At least several tons of goods remain unshipped on the island, and the partners are eagerly awaiting their delivery. If the goods don't arrive by the appointed time, it will be the end for both of them.

But now Ah K has disappeared without a trace, and Ah J, who manages the warehouse, is also nowhere to be found. Although the partners have not yet reacted, they are certainly all paying close attention to this matter.

Song Ci is indeed at a loss as to how to deal with the current predicament!
Let's wait and see!

Professor A wrote four more large characters: "Wife, don't panic." Then he wiped the chopsticks clean with the corner of his clothes and continued to drink his porridge.

Song Ci's cooking was excellent; he never got tired of it. He ate three small dishes and a bowl of white porridge, all of which went into Professor A's stomach.

After breakfast, Song Ci, who was sitting to the side deep in thought, handed over a pot of boiling water. Professor A took it, rinsed his mouth, spat it on the ground, and then poured the rest of the boiling water onto the stone table.

Although he hadn't figured out who was causing trouble in the shadows, he had a rough idea of ​​who it was. He had already dealt with the tail following him. The auction was about to begin, and he had heard that the Eight-Faced Buddha would be among the items up for auction.

Hong Kong is no longer safe. He has earned enough money for himself. After the auction, he can leave Hong Kong and live a comfortable life for a while. When things calm down, he can return to Hong Kong, change his nickname, start afresh, and start anew!
"Honey, there are cops everywhere outside. It seems Ah Hu has already betrayed us!"

Song Ci looked at the Donghua Yizhuang complex and sneered. These cops are incredibly stupid. They can't see through the true nature of things at all. They think they can get their husbands out with these scoundrels? What a pipe dream!
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain!
These police officers only paid attention to the pilgrims coming and going, but completely ignored the staff inside the Tung Wah Coffin Home. Even if they did pay attention, no one would focus on a ten-year veteran employee, who was also a mute person introduced by the relief department.

(End of this chapter)