Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 422, Part 3: A Glimpse from All Sides
(Minimally invasive hemorrhoid surgery is more painful than I imagined! My anus is no longer pure!)

(I just had minimally invasive surgery, and any movement of my upper body causes excruciating pain in my anus. So, only one chapter today. Please forgive me, everyone! I'll be fine tomorrow!)
Bai Mei snorted coldly. This deal with the South Asian guy was indeed a risky move, but Liangzai Sheng's act of chivalry was not without its flaws.

However, compared to being the first to offer incense, Miss Bai, worth over 20 million, is more important.

"Brother Sheng said that Shui Fang is determined to be the first incense burner of the New Year, but he is willing to give up the first incense burner of New Year's Eve!"

Shuifang Sijiu, who acted as the mediator, spoke very eloquently. He placed the ring on the table and then took his leave.

After seeing Shui Fang Si Jiu Zai leave, the red-stick-wielding Da Di Ba Zhan behind Bai Mei spoke up: "Boss, we'll just let these young gangsters make way for us like this. If the brothers in the underworld knew, they'd definitely point at the gang's signboard and laugh!"

Bai Mei snorted coldly. Ba Zhan was E Zai En's younger brother and not on his side. But Xi Ke was different. This bastard was his right-hand man and loyal. Because he was a foreigner, he had connections with South Asians and Curry guys.

Things are different now. Old Fu is not what he used to be. He doesn't have much territory anymore and relies on his noodle stalls and fees to survive. If the supply stops, the brothers won't have anything to eat.

“Eight-cut, you’re powerful enough now. You can go up against Handsome Sheng. Don’t say I’m not giving you a chance. If you take down Handsome Sheng, the Yau Ma Tei branch will be yours.”

After Bai Mei finished speaking, he turned and left. Since he couldn't offer the first incense, there was no need for him, the head of the establishment, to stay here. He should let his subordinates do the job of delivering offerings to the Empress.

Ba Zhan glanced at the handsome Sheng, who was striding confidently, and mentally gave him a thumbs up. Every day, new rising stars emerge in the Hong Kong underworld, but they are all young men with backgrounds and the protection of famous underworld figures.

But Handsome Winner had none of these things. His boss came to him on his own, and the people he employed were all kids. The reputation of the brothel didn't protect this loser either. He went to jail after becoming a disciple of the boss, and his fellow disciples turned against each other.

In just over half a year, they wiped out the big duck of the East Union Society and even helped the water room get the Ding Cai cannon.

Although Ba Zhan himself considered himself extraordinary, he was actually a little apprehensive when he faced off against Liang Zai Sheng, the guy who created miracles.

Every year, Hong Kong's underworld produces many famous and powerful figures, but this huge breeding ground for ruthless individuals is never short of them. However, very few are lucky enough to survive to the end; they are either killed by the police or tricked by others.

Playing a high pitch isn't a skill!

The real skill is singing until the very end!
Ba Zhan sneered and followed Bai Mei back to the back of the stage.

Prince Lang of Xinji has been observing the other four companies. He is not strong enough to compete with them, even with the Xinji brand.

This time, when he led his men into Yau Ma Tei, he saw that the pastor, one of the so-called Thirteen Protectors of Tsz Wan Shan, led a group of estate boys and successfully planted their flag.

I've dealt with pastors before, and their skills are so-so, nothing compared to mine. Since this loser can plant a flag in Yau Ma Tei, there's no reason I can't handle him.

However, the powerful figures of the Bai family, Pig Head Xi and Grandpa Chen Yao, both stood up to support him.

Tuen Mun is a rural area, and you can't make money by smuggling water trucks. Because Tuen Mun is a rural area, even noodle stalls can't be opened, let alone high-end nightclubs. You can't support many people just by collecting rent.

Tuen Mun is not only plagued by internal problems of not being able to make money, but also by external threats that it cannot handle. Limpy Wing has gathered a bunch of Annamese men who are now acting as demolition companies. They have money and manpower, and it won't be long before Tuen Mun changes hands.

This is also why Grandpa Chan Yiu and Big Boss Pig Head supported Prince Lang's move into Yau Ma Tei instead of Tsim Sha Tsui East.

But now Lao Fu is not making a move, and Liangzai is walking forward with confidence, leaving Taizi Lang a little confused.

"Brother Betel Nut, are you going to make a move?"

Behind Prince Lang's back, his henchmen secretly revealed the broken dog at his waist, intending to go all the way!

"Is your brain full of shit? Making such a ruckus in front of the Empress! Aren't you afraid your whole family will be disemboweled and thrown into the sea to feed the fish?"

"Keep a close eye on Old Fu. If White-Browed Man doesn't move, neither will we!"

Prince Lang knew that he had lost this battle, and lost it completely. In the end, it was because he was too cowardly. If he had stood up and acted as a lackey, Liangzai Sheng's enemies would have naturally come to him.

But he didn't have the guts. After all, he went into Yau Ma Tei to make money, not to risk his life. After cursing his thugs, he went back behind the stage to wait for the incense offering.

Meanwhile, the henchmen of the East Union Society were already prepared, with offerings on their shoulders, and were eagerly watching Da Dong Jiu in front of the stage.

Looking at his grandfather, the big boss, walking so majestically, Boogie smiled smugly. When you're in the game, you have to choose the right path. Switching to the Yau Ma Tei gang was truly a brilliant move.

If you hang out with a scoundrel, you won't even have three hundred dollars in your pocket every day. You'll have to rely on yourself to go out and work as a singer, dancer, or escort to earn a living.

Back then I was young and a brainless greenhorn. Now it's different. I've found the right path. If I keep walking steadily, I can make a lot of money!

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Da Dongjiu, whose expression was wavering. Then he glanced at Hua Langgui, who was eager to try, and sneered: "Brother Jiu, I have already paved the way for you. Whether you take the road or not is none of my business."

"But it wouldn't be good if Hanzi's career was delayed because of offering incense to the Goddess of Heaven!"

"You signed Hanzai from Keelung to your agency because you wanted to make money. If you ask me, acting doesn't make money at all. What really makes money is movies and advertising endorsements."

"Now it's all good! Brother Sheng is giving you a chance for free. As long as you don't cause trouble today, Brother Hanzai can go up and sing a song at the TVB New Year's Eve Gala tomorrow."

“I’ll give him a movie for free, plus a Golden Harvest film, to act alongside Jack Cheng. Even if he doesn’t become famous, it will still boost his market value! After ‘Snake in the Eagle’s Shadow,’ everyone knows that Jack Cheng will be a rising star.”

"Qiong Yao dramas! Fewer people watch them now, they don't even sell well in other provinces. Only naive young girls and housewives are willing to watch them. Advertisers are unwilling to invest money in them. What's popular now is Eileen Chang's works, urban romance films, and action films!"

“Ninth Brother, my grandfather was a thug, but we are different. We are white paper fans, and we make money through business. Why would we give up a perfectly good job as bosses to go door to door with a watermelon knife and collect fees?”

"Is this some kind of joke?!"

What Boogie said moved Da Dong Jiu. He invited Hanzi from another province to Hong Kong because his agency didn't have any big stars. Hanzi had already gained a group of loyal fans by acting in Qiong Yao dramas.

However, Da Dong Jiu's relationship with TVB was not good. They had collaborated several times, and there were minor frictions along the way. Therefore, he did not get involved in several popular dramas.

Appearing on TVB's New Year's Eve Gala and collaborating with Jackie Chan on a movie are indeed good ways to increase brand awareness.

Arguing over a short time is useless. Even if you win today and are the first to offer incense, it won't do you any good. You still can't suppress the handsome guy's victory.

When Da Dong Jiu thought about how someone was always suppressing him, he sighed and had the idea of ​​retiring. After all, in his eyes, Hung Hom was the best place to live, and the record company's fees alone were enough for him to make a lot of money.

Yau Ma Tei isn't as lucrative as Mong Kok, but Tsim Sha Tsui is more lucrative. However, it's also more volatile than Mong Kok. Tsim Sha Tsui isn't any less lucrative. You can't do business that loses money!

"Booger Qiang, you're really something now! Following the right person makes all the difference! I'll let you pass today, but if Brother Han doesn't perform on TVB's New Year's Eve Gala tomorrow, I guarantee I'll chop you into eight pieces!"

Da Dong Jiu glanced at the Number Gang on the adjacent stage, sneered, and continued, "Looks like Handsome Sheng has taken care of Old Fu and Xin Ji, but the Number Gang's Black and White Impermanence are not easy to deal with." "Mo Luo has a fiery temper and won't listen to either soft or hard tactics; don't let him get caught off guard!"

Like the male lead in an American blockbuster, Nosebleed Qiang shrugged and smiled nonchalantly. He was only responsible for chatting with Da Dong Jiu; the Number Gang had nothing to do with him.

However, on the other side of the stage, drums and music began to play, indicating that they were also preparing to compete. I was filled with worry.

Chi Mengli, who was walking directly in front, also heard the drumming and music coming from the stage of the Number Gang behind him. He privately inquired with Niu Gu about what price he should offer to persuade Mo Luo.

However, Moro's asking price was too high for him to afford, so he asked Wah Jai Wing to act as a middleman, giving him 100,000 HKD as a "tea money" fee to discuss the matter in detail with Moro's powerful patron, Mule Jai Tim.

But Mule Tsai didn't budge, saying he couldn't make the decision for Moro, while Big Nose Deng showed no sincerity and simply refused to talk to him.

After much deliberation, Chi Mengli had no choice but to call Ninth Sister and express her willingness to hand over the ancient painting in her possession and proceed with the normal auction process, so that Deng Qi could step in and put pressure on Mo Luo and Old Man He Rong.

But it's unclear whether Moro will give Deng Qi that kind of face.

Under the stage lights, Ninth Sister carefully examined the ancient painting in her hand. After graduating from university and returning to Hong Kong from Honolulu, she ran an antique shop called "Number Gang Xiao Zi Dui" to coax money from foreign backpackers.

Based on her extensive experience in forgery and connoisseurship, she could tell that the ancient painting in her hand was fake, and a very poorly made one at that, only better than a print.

Even so, Ninth Sister carefully rolled up the painting and planned to send it to the designated auction house the next day for registration and auction.

Even if it were a genuine painting by Zheng Banqiao, it wouldn't be worth more than ten million, but this ridiculously fake ancient painting could be exchanged for more than ten million in real money.

"Ah Jiu, as long as you didn't forge the imperial decree, I will definitely let the handsome guy win against this scoundrel. Your methods are truly brilliant; you actually managed to get the boss to speak up!"

The burly, fierce-looking Mo Luo stared at Ninth Sister with an unfriendly expression. He Rong, an old man sitting on a plastic chair, looked thoughtfully at the painting in Ninth Sister's hand.

"Of course, it was my dad who spoke up!"

The bosses spend months taking over properties and land, only to be given a few hundred thousand dollars. Ten million dollars could buy the lives of everyone present.

Now that Professor A and Professor K are missing, the gang's pork business has come to a standstill. Only with this ten million dollars can Deng Qi quell the discontent in the pile of filial piety.

If we were to follow Ninth Sister's true thoughts, she would be thrilled if the Black and White Impermanence fought against Handsome Sheng, and ideally, if both sides would be severely injured, so that Filial Piety Pile could take back Portland Street.

The brothers in the Xiaozidui (孝字堆) are now full of resentment towards the Black and White Impermanence. The Black and White Impermanence are clinging to such a lucrative path as Portland Street, and no one can get a single penny. Anyone would be unhappy in that situation.

“Ninth Sister, I heard that you are now in charge of the professor’s pork business. There is a severe shortage of pork on Portland Street. Make way for us so we can all make money together.”

Old man Ho Wing didn't want to fight to the death with handsome young man Sing. Portland Street was the most lucrative spot in Yau Ma Tei. Every night, more than a thousand horse stalls would open for business, with thousands of chickens working together. Just by pumping water, he could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Everyone knows that Moro wants to go to Tsim Sha Tsui.

With the Four-Eyed Dragon of the New Stars and Uncle Deng of the Union, the two brothers couldn't break in. Besides, Niu Gu from the same group was also watching them closely.

One wrong move, and the whole game is lost!
It's all too common for gangsters to be poor at midnight, rich at dawn, and meet their maker at daybreak.

Old man He Rong didn't want the wealth and glory he had finally acquired to fall into the hands of that good-for-nothing Niu Gu.

“No problem! I’ve already discussed it with the professor. From now on, all the goods from Hong Kong will be distributed among our Xiaozidui.”

"Brother Rong, isn't guarding Portland Street, this major money-making route, enough for you to make?"

Ninth Sister gave Old Man He Rongfei a flirtatious wink, wanting to stir things up further and get the Black and White Impermanence to continue their advance into Tsim Sha Tsui.

"I have a big appetite and digest quickly, so I'm never full no matter how much I eat!"

"Ninth Sister, it's New Year's Eve, so don't leave. Come with me to the rooftop and have some fun. I promise you'll feel better than if you were peeing on yourself when the cold wind blows!"

We're all just people from the martial arts world, talking big is no big deal.

After making the lewd joke, the old man deliberately swayed his hips, making a forward thrusting motion.

"Thank you! I have typhoid fever recently and am going home to drink ginger cola. As for the urinary tract infection, I'll leave it to your aunt!"

"Brother Moro, I'm going to watch the show with my dad, so I won't be able to keep you company."

After exchanging a few polite words with Moro, Ninth Sister left with the white crane, who was eager to beat up Old Man He and He Rong.

He Rong looked at the Ninth Sister's back and at the devilish woman's shapely buttocks, and chuckled lewdly.

"I think you're really hungry!"

"Ah Jiu has a bad temper, a poor figure, and isn't very bright. It's only because the Crown Prince treats her like a younger sister that she's still alive; otherwise, she would have been gang-raped long ago!"

Moro took out a red Wan and threw one to He Rong, who was at least three generations younger than him.

Although they are all fellow disciples in the Hongmen, Moro is not old, but he is of a high seniority, having been eight years older than He Rong. According to the established rules, He Rong should not call Moro "Big Brother," but rather "Uncle."

But Moro didn't care about such details. He was Liu Bang, and He Rong was Xiao He and Zhang Liang. As long as he could help him take care of the rear, the old man He Rong was his good brother.

"Boss, I'm a movie star, and I've done it before. But after it's over, I'm just a ghost. What I like most are these ghost women with status, kneeling in front of me. I feel so good."

"If it weren't for Young Master He, and if Second Young Master He were still around, I guarantee I'd get my hands on a damn woman from the He family and let my second brother have some fun too!"

"Boss! We've been busy all day, and this handsome guy just stole the spotlight?"

He Rong made a few words of boasting, then looked at the handsome Sheng who had already reached the main gate of the Tin Hau Temple and asked unwillingly.

"Of course! Old Ding has already spoken, so we shouldn't upset him!"

Moro lit the red smoke in his hand and said with a cold laugh.

(End of this chapter)