Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 417, page 194: There's More Than One Traitor (First Day of Early to Bed and Early to Rise)
(Ah Xian has been having trouble sleeping lately, and he doesn't feel sleepy until 2 a.m.!)

When Xiao Shandong saw his important client arrive, he quickly took a few steps forward, ready to give him the most attentive attention. However, as soon as he got close, he was overwhelmed by the strong fishy smell emanating from Chi Mengli.

"Boss, did you just get off a deep-sea fishing boat? Has the price of king crab dropped recently?"

Little Shandong, covering his nose, fanned himself exaggeratedly and said in a muffled voice.

"My experience over the past day and night is enough to make a movie."

The boat captain's coat did smell awful, so Chi Mengli quickly took it off and threw it in the trash can.

To be honest, the smell in Xiao Shandong's cramped office wasn't much better; it was filled with smoke that was irritating to the eyes.

"I've never been interested in worthless secrets. Some of my foreign colleagues have mysteriously taken the day off today. I heard there's a fishing competition tonight where everyone competes to catch soft-shelled fish."

Xiao Shandong's words had a double meaning, reminding Chi Mengli that what happened tonight couldn't be kept secret for long. No matter how tightly MI6 and the Political Department covered it up, it would all be for nothing.

Moreover, MI6 is a large loophole, with information flying everywhere!

Having dealt with these scoundrels before, Xiao Shandong knew how tight-lipped these agents were. They could leak even the Empress's travel plans after just a couple of ounces of horse urine.

"Thank you for reminding!"

Chi Mengli opened the packaging of Double Happiness cigarettes, tore it open, picked out one, put it in her mouth, and lit it with a disposable lighter.

The free, well-intentioned reminder was over. Little Shandong personally brought over a chair and invited the boss to sit down. Then, considerately, he took out his usual cologne and sprayed it on Chi Mengli twice, trying to eliminate the suffocating fishy smell. He also opened the window to let in some fresh air.

Sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, Chi Mengli could only helplessly accept that no matter how unpleasant the cologne smelled, it was still a hundred times better than the fishy smell.

“You found a good supervisor. He’s more dedicated than the sycophants of the foreign firm. He keeps an eye on me and doesn’t let me rest.”

Xiao Shandong yawned, picked up the trash can, opened the office door, and loudly called to the receptionist to make two pots of coffee and throw away the trash can.

Chi Mengli glanced around the office but did not see the pastor.

However, as soon as you speak of Cao Cao, he appears. The pastor walked into the office carrying a bunch of late-night snacks and milk tea. When he saw Chi Mengli sitting in a chair, he quickly went over and put the snacks on Xiao Shandong's desk.

"Brother Sheng!"

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Having stayed up most of the night, although there was no credit yet, the hard work and fatigue were already there. Chi Mengli picked out another cigarette and tossed it to the pastor.

The pastor was not a man of many words. He took the cigarette, lit it, and stood silently behind Chi Mengli, acting as her bodyguard.

Xiao Shandong placed late-night snacks and milk tea in front of the hardworking workers, as a small reward for their overtime work.

"Steve, I've found something here."

A pretty girl stood up, took off her headphones, pressed the pause button, and reported to Xiao Shandong.

Xiao Shandong, who was drinking milk tea, quickly stood up, walked briskly to the workbench, picked up the notebook, carefully read it twice, and then handed the notebook to Chi Mengli, who was silently smoking.

Chi Mengli took the notebook and carefully flipped through the information. Business was really busy; the phone had been ringing since six in the morning.

The call number, call time, and call content are all listed on it. Xiao Shandong even thoughtfully included pager messages from the same time period.

This is money well spent!
Chi Mengli read through the text word by word and found that the contents were all trivial matters, such as the venue being attacked by other gangs or his henchmen being dragged into the police station in military uniforms and having to pay a deposit.

The text is dry, but concise, and the dialogue is very clear.

The contents will be different once you turn the page of the notebook.

11568!

This phone number looks familiar!

Chi Mengli stared at the number and began to retrieve his memory. Although he was not a math genius, he could still remember the phone numbers of a few key bosses.

Old ghost Wen!

As soon as those three words popped into his mind, Chi Mengli sneered. This was poaching his talent right under his nose. Recently, their cooperation had been somewhat unpleasant, after all, he owned more than a dozen sushi restaurants and seafood supermarkets, and his ability to sell seafood was very strong.

Controlling the end-market and driving down seafood prices is a normal business practice.

It's worth noting that in the Yau Ma Tei area alone, hundreds of mid-to-high-end seafood restaurants, under the kind persuasion of Shui Fong, have already transferred a small portion of their seafood to Daily Fresh supermarkets.

To improve its supply chain, Chi Mengli had already asked Attorney Zhang to expand its cold chain transportation license, enabling daily door-to-door delivery so that seafood restaurants could use the freshest, top-quality goods.

They sell over two thousand lobsters every day, not to mention all the entertainment venues in Yau Ma Tei use daily fresh oyster platters. It's only natural that they'd buy up 30% of the seafood from Mr. Wan and try to negotiate lower prices.

Because of the popularity of Chi Mengli Fresh Supermarket, the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, which had previously looked down on it, also sent people to communicate and expressed its willingness to reduce the price of abalone by half.

After all, the abalone harvested by fishermen in Aomori Prefecture is now facing a sales slump, and they need someone to buy them.

Most of the abalone consumed in Hong Kong is South African abalone, which is then dried after being purchased. Hong Kong people rarely eat fresh abalone, and even when they do, it is usually stir-fried, since abalone itself does not have a very strong flavor.

Net abalone and He ma abalone are among the top-grade dried abalone varieties.

Chi Mengli has not yet finalized the price with the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, but the initial intention is to directly drive down the price of Hema abalone. As for net abalone, it can replace South African abalone and continue to target the high-end market.

It seems that Wen Laogui has received word and wants to turn against him, after all, the main producer of South African abalone is Wen's Yuanhang Fisheries Company.

But a phone number alone isn't enough to shut down Old Man Wen, and now is not the time to turn against him.

Thinking of this, Chi Mengli continued reading to see how Old Ghost Wen would seduce her younger brother.

[There are so many people here to support you, so this is the time to eat porridge and rice! If you want to be a lifelong brother-in-law, you have to make up your mind! 】

I know, Uncle Gui, I'll go with you this time.

Eating from the inside out!

Twenty-five boys!
With just these two sentences, Chi Mengli could open the gates and bring the perpetrator to justice without anyone in the martial arts world saying a word. He continued reading the following content and found that it was all irrelevant. He only closed the notebook when he turned to a blank page.

"If this is all you've got for the night, I'll call HSBC right now and cancel your checks."

The traitors appearing now are not the traitors I was looking for.

Chi Mengli closed the notebook, placed it on the coffee table beside her, and continued smoking.

"This is just the beginning; the truth will slowly come to light."

"Chi Sheng, don't be discouraged. No man is without ruthlessness, no villain is without cruelty. They've all become gangsters, and they're all ambitious. Expecting them to be as loyal as Guan Yu is just wishful thinking!"

Xiao Shandong understood Chi Mengli's current mood very well, so he quickly ran to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of chilled Coca-Cola. Sugar can relieve anger. When you're out in the world, running around, who hasn't been cheated by the people around them?

A wolf is never a dog; you can't warm its heart.

Chi Mengli opened the can, took a sip of the local Coca-Cola, found it tasted good, remained silent for a minute, and then said, "11568, I don't need to tell you who owns this number."

"Could you find out anything that interests me?"

"Of course! But that's a separate business deal, and I won't be giving you a discount on that one."

Xiao Shandong leaned against his desk, lit a cigarette, and continued, "It's quite a coincidence. Recently, someone asked me to investigate the number 11568."

"After a careful investigation, we did find something unusual."

"The owner of number 11568, his youngest son, is not the owner's biological son, but the blood relation is not very distant."

"What is said in 'The Story of the Stone' is true. In big houses, men keep mistresses outside, and women keep younger brothers-in-law inside. As long as they can make a living, they are not afraid of being cuckolded."

"I learned this secret by chance. The old butler who served the family his whole life was only given tens of thousands of dollars and sent away when he was old and frail, leaving him to live alone in a nursing home. That's a bit unfair."

“Wealthy families wouldn’t do that. He Dong supported his mother’s maids his whole life, and even in his old age, he would take the Empress to pay her respects morning and evening.”

“They served her all the way to Donghua Yizhuang, and even took the initiative to adopt a son for my mother’s maid, just in case this old nanny would have no one to offer incense and sacrifices after she passed away.”

"He Dong did this not out of benevolence or to gain a good reputation, but because the maid saw and remembered all of Old Madam Shi's elaborate schemes. It would be better if such a disgraceful memory disappeared into the annals of history."

"After all, the Cai family is not completely extinct and is still one of the wealthy families in Hong Kong. Jardine Matheson still remembers the Cai family's favor. If the in-laws turn against each other, others will benefit from it."

"They say that monks from outside the temple can chant sutras better, but sometimes we outsiders are not as tolerant as the compradors from Xiangshan!"

After Xiao Shandong finished speaking, he sighed with emotion. A secret that could overturn the family was only worth 10,000 yuan. However, the secret he had painstakingly discovered would certainly not be sold for only 10,000 yuan.

That's how humans are; they only feel hurt when they compare themselves to others!

However, this story is a bit old-fashioned. Old Wen is in the seafood business, and green is his natural color. Moreover, in the eyes of a fisherman, the joy of a quick snap is not as direct as casting a couple of lines.

"found it!"

Just as Chi Mengli was complaining in her heart, another report sounded from beside the workbench.

(End of this chapter)