Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 430, Part 11: A Pleasant Holiday (Part 2)

Vacation!

Chi Mengli felt that this excuse was somewhat far-fetched, but he still accepted it gladly, after all, it was the first time he had ever seen a plainclothes female officer come to his door on her own initiative.

His work in Macau is over, and he's taken care of all the people he needed to kill. He can finally relax a little.

"You look great today. The last time I saw you, you were dressed like a tomboy. You look much better now."

Chi Mengli glanced at the police tape outside and deliberately asked, "What are you doing here?"

Jasmine glanced outside, sighed, and said with a hint of sadness, "Someone couldn't take it anymore and jumped off a building!"

"Alright! Enough with these disgusting things. Since we're all so lucky, I'll give you the chance to treat me to a meal!"

"Handsome guy, cherish this opportunity!"

After a whole morning of fussing around, Chi Mengli's stomach was already growling. Eating alone or with someone is the same, and having someone to keep her company is better than having no one at all.

"Didn't ask for advice?"

Chi Mengli nodded, indicating that they could have lunch together, and casually asked for Jasmine's name.

My friends all call me Jasmine, Feng Jasmine!

"I've heard that the Portuguese food at Buddha's Smile Restaurant is excellent. They wear gold watches and are dressed in designer brands. Surely they can't afford to hire someone from Buddha's Smile Restaurant?"

"It's your turn! We've been through thick and thin together. Meeting in Haojiang is like meeting an old friend in a foreign land. A real man wouldn't want to hide his name, would he?"

Jasmine put on a nonchalant act, pretending not to know Handsome Sheng.

The acting was a bit exaggerated, but Chi Mengli smiled and answered simply, "Just call me Asheng, my full name is Chi Mengli."

“Let’s not block the housewives from coming and going. Let’s go to the parking lot. If we’re any later, there won’t be any seats left at Foxiaolou.”

Jasmine nodded decisively. She had originally wanted to try the Buddha's Smile Restaurant anyway, so she followed Chi Mengli to the parking lot.

Young Master Wang is known for his generosity, so naturally, his car is a top-of-the-line luxury vehicle.

Only 300 Bentley Corniche II convertibles exist worldwide. Both the high price of $70,000 and the rarity of the car perfectly match his status as a wealthy young master from Shanghai.

The 6.75-liter V8 engine is also very powerful, and it has a unique pattern belonging to the Wang family. It is said that it was designed by Mr. Wang himself. Mr. Zhaoming's cousin, the principal's chief architectural consultant, naturally understands aesthetics.

The car had two license plates, a common practice among Hong Kong's elite families. After all, the four major families in Macau are also the four major families in Hong Kong. In the eyes of these four families, the King of Macau, Ho Yin, is just a rising star.

Casinos are very profitable, but in the eyes of the Xiangshan compradors, it's a business that's not respectable.

Chi Mengli glanced at the parking space next to her and saw that the Ford sedan that came with her had already left. She immediately took out her car keys and opened the door of the Bentley Corniche II convertible.

It was Jasmine's first time riding in such a luxurious car. She was a little timid, but she still reached out and touched the leather on the seat. She found that the red leather was smoother than the skin on the inside of her thighs.

"boarding!"

When Chi Mengli saw that Jasmine was in a daze, she called out, plopped down in the driver's seat, inserted the key into the ignition, and started the high-powered sports car.

Jasmine, who had been in a daze, came to her senses and quickly got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and saw that Chi Mengli had only pressed one button before lifting the canopy above her head.

Today in Haojiang, the sun is shining brightly and a gentle breeze is blowing, making it perfect for driving a convertible.

Chi Mengli drove the sports car out of the parking lot. The South Asian man in charge of collecting fees quickly raised the barrier and helped Chi Mengli take the ticket clipped to the windshield wiper. He said humbly, "Sir, parking for one hour will cost thirty yuan."

Chi Mengli opened his wallet, revealing a thick stack of large gold bull bills to Jasmine and Nan Yazai. He took out a red snapper, folded it in half, and handed it to Nan Yazai. In Macau, the Hong Kong dollar was more widely circulated than the Macanese pataca, because the two cities had signed an agreement allowing their currencies to be exchanged one-to-one.

"Thank you!"

Chi Mengli didn't give Nan Yazi a chance to give him change. He was a big shot in the underworld, and besides, there was a beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat. Of course, he had to be generous.

Chi Mengli drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the Foxiaolou Restaurant. He had been to Foxiaolou once in his previous life and roughly remembered the direction, but memory can be wrong.

After all, the current Haojiang is very different from the Haojiang of forty years from now.

"Hey handsome, pull over!"

Jasmine, wearing sunglasses, suddenly spoke up, telling Chi Mengli to pull over and park the car.

Although he had no idea what Jasmine was up to, he still pulled over because he also wanted to find out where that damned Buddha's Smile Pavilion was.

"Grandma, how much is the scarf?"

Jasmine unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, walked to a nearby stall, and asked the elderly woman selling the silk scarves hanging on the rack how much they cost.

"Ten yuan for one, fifteen yuan for two, miss. This scarf suits you quite well. How many would you like?"

Seeing a customer come in, Grandma quickly put down her water glass, stood up, and explained the prices to Jasmine.

"Two!"

Jasmine answered verbally, then picked and chose two silk scarves with her hands. She tied one of them to her head and started admiring herself in front of the small mirror hanging on the shelf.

"Grandma, how do I get to Buddha's Laughter Tower?"

Chi Mengli took out her wallet and, with great effort, found a blue crab bill. She handed it to the old woman selling goods and asked her for directions to Foxiaolou.

Grandma quickly took the money, rubbed it vigorously with her hands to feel the anti-counterfeiting mark, and then put the banknotes into her purse with peace of mind. She then took out some loose bills and prepared to hand them to Chi Mengli.

"No need! Let the silly guy in front of the mirror who's gushing over girls choose a few more!"

Chi Mengli didn't take the money from her grandmother's hand, but instead repeated, "Grandma, how do I get to Buddha's Smile Tower?"

"Thank you, sir. Keep driving this way, and turn left at the third intersection. You'll see the Buddha's Laughter Pavilion!"

Grandma smiled, put away the banknotes in her hand, and pointed out the way forward for Chi Mengli.

Jasmine, annoyed at being called a lovesick fool, rolled her eyes. Then she picked out two more silk scarves as souvenirs for her trip home, skipped back to the car, and told Chi Mengli to drive quickly because she was hungry.

Chi Mengli shrugged, stepped on the gas, and returned to the road, heading in the direction Grandma had indicated.

"Hey handsome, do I look good in this outfit?"

Jasmine, who had been admiring herself for half the day, felt a little bored. Seeing that Chi Mengli, who was focused on driving, was about to smoke, she immediately said that she wanted to find a handsome guy to flatter her.

"You're very beautiful. You should go for the Miss Hong Kong pageant. You're guaranteed to get the most votes and debut."

"What Hong Gu, what Zhu Lingling, none of them are as good as you. The eldest son of the Huo family just hasn't met you yet. If he had, I guarantee he wouldn't have married Zhu Lingling!"

"The director of 'Roman Holiday' was born too early. If I met you, I guarantee I'd make 'Hong Kong Holiday'!"

Chi Mengli could easily come up with the kind of sweet talk that gangsters use to coax women, and she made Jasmine beam with joy.

(End of this chapter)