Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 405, Section 182: What's meant to come will all come.

The days when I couldn't see the sun almost drove me crazy.

Thinking of this, the Eight-Faced Buddha wanted to burst into laughter, his smile even harder to suppress than AK's. After all, this little loser had ended up with the same fate as himself.

Your ability to cultivate inner strength is lacking!
Chi Mengli's keen ears heard the Eight-Faced Buddha's chuckle and knew that the old scoundrel was gloating. He said with a hint of helplessness, "Of course I know who you are. If it weren't for me, you would have suffocated in your coffin long ago."

"You don't even know how to be grateful to your savior, no wonder you ended up in such a miserable state!"

"Now that we're all in the same boat, we should stand united against the outside world. After all, we're all members of the Hongmen. Maybe I'll spare your life."

"By the way! What's the background of that bastard I'm looking for? He's been asking me to find him!"

Chi Mengli was not lying. If he hadn't dug out the coffin, the Eight-Faced Buddha would have had to eat his own thigh. Such a human tragedy should not have occurred in Hong Kong, a city of kindness. So he rescued him.

“I don’t know! The Hongmen is too big. There are hundreds of thousands of brothers who make a living under the Hongmen name. He may not be the person you are looking for. According to seniority, I am one generation younger than Shenxian Jin.”

“But I’m older than Shenxian Jin. In our generation, everyone knew how to sing the opening song, and many of us knew the ‘Worshiping Heaven and Earth Song’.”

Eight-Faced Buddha wasn't lying; there were far too many people who knew these two spring folk songs, all of whom were involved in the underworld. Anyone who was targeted by Ruan Wen and his gang was no pushover.

"Master, I have a question for you. Your subordinate, Teacher Li, is a weasel-faced, pretentious intellectual all day long, acting like a big shot. He's a deadbeat, a real piece of work!"

"You haven't killed him yet, is it because you're related by blood?"

Since she had nothing better to do, Chi Mengli knew how to rub salt into the wound, so she deliberately brought up Teacher Li to tease the Eight-Faced Buddha.

Upon hearing Teacher Li's name, the Eight-Faced Buddha lost all interest in chatting and immediately sat on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

After shooing away the annoying flies, Chi Mengli closed his eyes to rest. The effects of the medicine would wear off slowly, and he needed to conserve his energy.

It doesn't feel good to be a piece, but my horse has already crossed the river. If I retreat without any strategy, I'll have no place in this game!
The pastor stood in front of Black Tiger's newly purchased apartment, staring coldly at the door, searching for his own hair. When he couldn't find it, he took out his key from his pocket, opened the security door, and went inside.

The room was very clean, and several wet clothes were hanging on the clothes rack on the balcony.

The pastor, who was standing at the door, took off his shoes and went into the room. He looked around the room and, seeing that no one was there, completely relaxed his guard. He quickly walked into the master bedroom, took out the screwdriver he was carrying, and removed the base.

Inside the landline was a tape recorder only two fingers wide, a latest product from West Germany. It could be embedded inside the telephone and was completely silent; without a decibel meter, no noise could be heard at all.

This low-power recorder can run all night on a single size D battery.

This new apartment is Black Tiger's marital home, and it only has one telephone, so all calls can be heard.

The pastor took out the cassette tape, put it in his pocket, replaced the old tape with a new one and the No. 1 battery, then put the base of the landline phone back in place.

After obtaining the tape, the pastor left Black Tiger's room and headed to the next location.

Spinach's family, Jimmy's family, Xizai's family, Eight Fingers' family, and the pastor drove around Hong Kong, replacing all the tapes, before finally arriving at the Pink Fryer Detective Agency with great difficulty.

Xiao Shandong, looking exhausted and barely alive, led the pastor into the office and made him take all the tapes out of his pockets and hand them to the monitoring personnel who were working.

"Your boss and I agreed to talk on the phone once a day. If I don't hear the phone before 3 p.m., I have to do something."

"The time has come, and I still haven't received a call from you, boss. Shouldn't we begin our operation?"

Xiao Shandong sat wearily in his chair. He had been extremely busy lately, working overtime for several days. If it weren't for the year-end performance review looming over him, he would have gone home to sleep long ago. Now, he could only rely on coffee to keep going!

"It's time to start!"

Without further ado, the pastor pulled a half-finished check from his pocket, which bore Sheng Ge's signature and the amount.

Upon seeing the pastor produce half of the check, Xiao Shandong immediately sat up straight, snapped his fingers, and signaled the monitoring personnel in the office to begin their work.

Five or six broadcasting machines started working, and the monitoring personnel wrapped the recording tapes section by section onto them, put on headphones, and held pencils in their hands, and began to record all the conversations on the recording tapes.

Xiao Shandong picked up the half of the check, ignoring the sweat stains on it, and excitedly kissed it. With this three million, he would once again be the top salesperson in the entire Hong Kong area and could go to Las Vegas to attend the Pink Floyd Detective Agency's annual meeting.

I heard that Brooke Shields will be in Las Vegas for this year's annual party. I'm sure I'll have a drink with her and get an autographed photo. My precious daughter loves Brooke Shields the most.

For the annual meeting in Las Vegas, Xiao Shandong picked up the microphone and called the intelligence department directly.

Pink Floyd is an efficient organization, but only if the money is right.

Xiao Shandong's credit limit dropped by 30% in one go, resulting in more than 30 blank sheets of paper.

The intelligence assistant delivered the information Xiao Shandong needed to his office, had Xiao Shandong sign the document, and then left with a sweet smile.

Xiao Shandong let the pastor sit wherever he pleased, while he went through the target's call logs and conversations.

Telephones in Hong Kong have always been insecure. Foreigners have been monitoring Hong Kong's telephones, and neither Shanghainese nor local chambers of commerce would discuss important information over the phone.

The infamous Tsang Sir was subjected to long-term wiretapping by the Political Department, which then deported him on charges of espionage.

It's worth noting that when Tsang Sir was an assistant superintendent, Lui Lok was just a district detective.

The case involving Inspector Tsang is very complex, involving a power struggle between the Department of Justice and the Governor's House. Inspector Tsang had previously served as Governor Alexander Grantham's bodyguard and the vice principal of Wong Chuk Hang School, making him the highest-ranking Chinese police officer at the time.

However, from then on, everyone became wary of the call center, fearing something might happen. Even after the political department was disbanded, everyone remained vigilant.

While a massive amount of data was being sifted through, the mechanical sounds inside Xiao Shandong's temporary office never stopped.

The pastor simply took off his shoes and lay down on the sofa; in his plan, all he needed to do was find the traitor.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Xi Ren was also investigating. She transferred all the money in her overseas accounts to money exchanges in Hong Kong. Five million in cash went through the underground money exchanges, leaving her with only three and a half million.

The trunk of her Porsche sports car couldn't fit her large suitcase, so she had to put it in the passenger seat. Wearing sunglasses, she drove to the Kowloon Walled City.

"Dang Dang Dang"

When the patrolling officer saw a sports car appear near Kowloon Walled City, he quickly went up and knocked on the car window, asking Xiren to roll it down.

"Hey beautiful, it's not safe here. You'd better keep your car in the car, or you'll lose your life!"

The man in military uniform gave a brief reminder and then turned and left. He had already given the warning; whether the car owner listened or not was none of his business.

Xi Ren fiddled with the Double Happiness cigarette in her hand. The whole martial arts world was in an uproar. Spinach Dong was ruthlessly scavenging people. If it weren't for Shen Xian Jin intervening, he would have taken all his brothers and henchmen to find Boss Yuan.

The head of the East Union Society, Scholar Ghost, also called Immortal Brothel to assure him that no one from the East Union Society had harmed Handsome Winner.

Just as Xiren was lost in thought, a bald man wearing a leather apron appeared in front of her car, his eyes shining as he looked at the Porsche sports car in front of him.

Even if it's a grey market car, such a sports car would cost over 300,000 yuan. I've never seen a sports car worth 300,000 yuan before.

The rightful owner has arrived!

Xi Ren pushed open the car door and got out of the sports car. Instead of chatting with the bald man, she opened the passenger door and revealed the trunk on the passenger side.

"Brother Bus, I've brought out the amount you wanted. Give me a definite answer as to whether you can get it done or not. I still have to go see the next person."

The bus whose name was called nodded, walked to the passenger seat, opened the trunk, briefly counted the banknotes, and then closed the trunk: "Your reputation as Xiren is worth three and a half million."

"My boss sent me to the auction to get a few paintings by Bada Shanren to add some beautiful scenery to the newly renovated villa. It looks like I won't be able to complete the mission."

"Three and a half million is too little. I like your sports car. Give me the keys, and I'll give you the tickets." Xi Ren nodded, took an extra step to the side, and directly stated her attitude: the car keys were in the car, and she could drive away now.

"Bravo! You're truly a woman who's just as capable as any man. Handsome Sheng is so lucky to have a general like you under his command!"

The bus took a piece of paper out of its leather apron and placed it on the front hood.

"Don't worry, my company is an honest business. If it's fake, we'll pay you ten times the price. We guarantee you'll get more than your money's worth."

"Besides, you, Xiren, are not someone to be trifled with. If you found out that I was lying to you, you would definitely ruin my whole life!"

"Relax!"

Seeing that Xiren hadn't touched the note on the hood of the car, Bus patted his chest and assured her.

With the bus's assurance, Xi Ren walked to the front of the bus, picked up the note, memorized all the information on it, and turned to leave.

"Hong Kong has plenty of dirty paintings; there's no need to go looking for death in a bomb crater!"

The bus muttered something, its plump rear end settling into the Porsche sports car, which wobbled a few times before settling back to normal.

Having obtained the auction tickets, Xi Ren rushed to Teacher Li's villa. Seeing Teacher Li changing clothes, she quietly sat on the armrest of the sofa and waited patiently.

"Tickets sorted out?"

Mr. Li felt uncomfortable with his tie, so he took off his jacket. The burgundy suit was too flashy and not suitable for a middle-aged man. He coughed and asked the old tailor to bring over the gray woolen suit that had been made.

The old tailor quickly moved the red suit aside and draped the gray suit over Teacher Li's shoulders.

"Got it! The bus was given to me, three and a half million Hong Kong dollars, my entire fortune."

When the maid brought over several glasses of champagne, Xiren quickly took one. She had exchanged all her savings for a single ticket, making it the most unprofitable business she had ever done, bar none.

It was taken from Handsome Sheng and is now used for Handsome Sheng; it can be considered a return to its rightful owner.

“Xiren, I once taught you that prostitutes cannot have feelings, and actors cannot have loyalty. If an actor has loyalty, he can't perform well. If a prostitute has feelings, she can't open her legs to do business.”

"My heart is filled with my lover, so I can't open my legs wide."

"You're not going to become Xiao Fengxian, are you?"

The gray suit looked dignified, and Mr. Li was quite satisfied. Actually, he liked the light blue navy suit on the hanger the most, as it accentuated his straight back. But he was from Hong Kong, and Hong Kong people pay the most attention to auspicious words; blue meant hardship!
This is also the main reason why Rolex watches with blue dials don't sell well in Hong Kong!
The New Year is just two days away, so let's wish ourselves good luck.

"Xiao Fengxian is famous all over the world, and I, Xiren, am also renowned worldwide. However, Cao Xueqin's judgment on Xiren is a bit sad: 'In vain she is gentle and obedient, like a beautiful osmanthus or orchid in vain. She is enviable for the actors who are blessed, but who knew that the young master had no chance with her!'"

"Jia Baoyu didn't get Xiren, but Jiang Yuhan got her for nothing!"

"You mean, Handsome Sheng isn't Jia Baoyu from our story, but Jiang Yuhan?"

Shuyu is not the Eight Great Hutongs, not the White House, and certainly not the Changsantangzi.

The female scribes in the brothel were all proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. After all, the high-ranking officials and nobles who were willing to spend money had all graduated from private schools, academies, and universities.

The female script teachers at Xiangjiang Shuyu today are all highly educated students who have studied abroad, so that they can have common ground with the young masters of Shanghai and local areas.

While Xiren wouldn't claim to know "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "History of the Southern Ming Dynasty" by heart, she was certainly very familiar with them.

"That handsome guy Sheng is a ruthless thug, a wolf who eats people without spitting out the bones, not the gentle and refined Jia Baoyu. You're overthinking it!"

After choosing the dress, Teacher Li asked the tailor to prepare it. She also took a glass of champagne and said something. After a moment of contemplation, she continued without giving Xiren a chance to speak, "Don't worry."

"I had someone read the fortune of Handsome Sheng. Do you know what the divination slip he got said?"

"Zhuge Tiansuan gave the 115th divination slip: The road is blocked, the door is closed; be cautious and guard against the dikes, the clouds hide the moon and darkness prevails!"

"Don't worry! He'll be fine this time!"

Teacher Li went to great lengths to find a partner to counter Song Sheng, ensuring that the timing, location, and people were all perfect.

Handsome Winner was the lucky winner in the end. Of course, if Handsome Winner had died at the auction, it would have been a case of man proposes, God disposes. He had another candidate.

"Teacher Li, what news did you receive?"

Xi Ren also sensed something was wrong. Teacher Li was so calm and composed; had he received some inside information?
"To be honest, this morning, Wen Gui, who is very old and doesn't have many days left to live, chartered a private jet to return to Hong Kong!"

Teacher Li did indeed receive the news. In fact, it wasn't just Teacher Li who received the news; all the major companies in Hong Kong had received it.

The three major triads, Xinji, Number Gang, and Liansheng, are all watching to see when Wen Gui will finally close his eyes. But with Wen Gui's tiger on the night watch, many people will have trouble sleeping tonight.

"I have prepared what you asked for. It is in your room. If Handsome Sheng dies, you must commit suicide for love. Don't implicate us."

Teacher Li is good at helping others, and since Xiren wants a moment to shine, he will definitely help her.

Xi Ren placed the champagne glass on the coffee table and followed the maid to the room to see the secret weapon that Teacher Li had given her.

In fact, it wasn't just Wen Gui who landed in Hong Kong; Countess Anna Cligis, the matriarch of the Cligis family, also arrived at the auction island in her own seaplane.

Anna Keligis sat in a specially made wheelchair, and behind her stood a short, pretentious man, who was Anna Keligis's legal husband, Mr. Mendes.

Nguyen Van and Duffy waited for their mother's arrival on separate speedboats.

Yes, Nguyen Van also addresses Anna Keligis as his mother, as stated in legal documents.

The wind blew through Anna Clijsters's empty trouser legs, the main reason why the woman who manages five family foundations worth over £200 million cannot stand up.

In fact, this countess was missing more than just two legs; she also lacked an eye, a nose, and a pair of ears.

After all, no matter how realistic a simulated organ is, it will still be somewhat different from human skin.

This is the price to become Anna Cligis and the Cligis family. You must know that she was once praised as a beauty by Mr. de Gaulle, the first true man of France.

But once a beautiful woman loses most of her organs, she can no longer be beautiful.

The seaplane landed steadily on the sea. Mendes picked up his wife, a gleam of blatant disgust flashing in his eyes.

Anna caught the disgust in Mendes' eyes perfectly, and smiled smugly. This was her third husband, the French underworld godfather, who had become her husband after she had been relentlessly pursuing him.

In the face of power, gangsters are as soft as putty.

"I don't want to see that little bitch Duffy on Nguyen Van's ship!"

Vulgar language would make anyone frown and want to know the gossip behind it.

But none of the members of the Cligis family or their subordinates felt any curiosity. Everyone in the family knew that Countess Anna liked Miss Nguyen and disliked Miss Duffy, who shared the same bloodline.

"My little Pudding, good afternoon! I heard you caught the patrol horse in the water room? That's a great item for the auction! I'm so proud of you!"

"These Asians always like to come up with some strange and unusual names and codes."

"Sorry, I forgot, you are fifty percent Asian. I'm so sorry!"

Anna kissed Nguyen sincerely, ignoring Duffy on the other ship and automatically disregarding the greeting from her own daughter.

(End of this chapter)