Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 458, 39 Luxury
"The Pink Floyd Detective Agency?!"

On a whim, Guo Guohao blurted out this name.

Xia Qiaoshi, who was sitting in the boss's chair and about to take out a cigar, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. But when he thought of Guo Guohao's identity, he immediately realized what was going on and said with a smile, "Sometimes I really envy Guo Sir, who is a rich young master."

"The earliest plainclothes officers in Hong Kong, the Queen's most loyal hounds, the British Empire's intelligence station, MI5's annual operating budget of 200 million pounds all fell on the shoulders of Pinker Detective Agency."

"Fifty years ago, the Pink Floyd Detective Agency could have even helped you deal with the union, though the method would have been somewhat crude."

Those wicked bastards!
Guo Guohao cursed inwardly, took the cigar lit by Xia Qiaoshi, and said, "You've already taken care of everything, so it seems there's no need for me to do anything?"

"No! Your Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) must cooperate! To lure the snake out of its hole, you need bait, and your OCTB has no shortage of bait."

Xia Qiaoshi corrected Guo Guohao's statement and glanced at the diamond watch on his wrist. Seeing that it was getting late, he knew he would be leaving get off work soon.

My wife has prepared a delicious meal. I heard she even ordered roast goose from Yung Kee Restaurant. Roast goose is all about getting the heat right; if it gets cold, the flavor will be much worse.

"The most valuable item I have right now is a nine-tailed fox."

"But the Nine-Tailed Fox kept explaining and clearly stated that she had never met Song Sheng. The only people who had met Song Sheng were Professor A and Song Ci."

"But these two have already disappeared. My undercover agents are like needles, they can't find any trace of these thieving couple. This is going to be difficult!"

"You...you want me to spread false information?"

Guo Guohao immediately realized that Xia Qiaoshi was really cunning! But what the cobra said was true; to lure a snake out of its hole, bait is indeed needed.

The nine-tailed fox was the perfect bait!
As the sun sets, Yau Ma Tei transforms into a sea of ​​lights.

After spending a week with his father in Honolulu, Wang Haiquan was starting to feel restless. He admired his father to some extent for his dedication to keeping him company and making him happy for the sake of the money and shares left after his father's death.

Even if the old man promised to give him all the cash, shares, and the company, he still couldn't do it.

Honolulu is great in every way—the air is fresh, the sea is beautiful, and the oceans are gorgeous—but it just doesn't have the vibrancy of Hong Kong. Where there's vibrancy, there's wealth.

Since we can't count on the old man's money, let's continue acquiring land and developing real estate.

In fact, Wang Haiquan originally wanted to target Ding Quan, but after asking Liangzai Sheng for his opinion, this well-known figure in the underworld told him that the waters here were too deep, and it was easy to go astray. He wouldn't save much money, but would instead ruin his reputation.

These words really resonated with me. Even without inheriting any property, I would still be a billionaire.

To ruin one's reputation for something worthless like Ding Quan is definitely a losing proposition. I'm not a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), and I don't need to go bankrupt to gamble for a lifetime of wealth.

The Rolls-Royce Silver Spur drove through the most congested Canton Road, turned from the middle of Canton Road, and drove into Shanghai Street. Just as it entered the corner of Shanghai Street, it saw a nine-meter-high glass pyramid standing at the end of the street.

Under the lights, the glass pyramid glows with a hazy orange light, and the sun, about to set below the horizon, is aligned with the glass pyramid.

Master Bei is indeed Master Bei; his moves are always extraordinary.

The night view alone is enough to attract playboys to the nightlife scene.

Wang Haiquan withdrew his gaze, very satisfied with his choice. The Dragon Palace Nightclub would definitely become a landmark building in Yau Ma Tei.

Landmark building! This is a good term; it's easy to understand and very accurate.

It's a real shame that such a handsome guy is good at navigating the underworld. With such a sharp mind, he should be in business; maybe in a few years he'd be like Chi Chaoren (a famous Chinese businessman).

The driver drove the Rolls-Royce all the way to the main gate of the Dragon Palace. Before the bodyguard car following behind had even come to a complete stop, Bazhi jumped down from it, ran to the car door, and opened the door for Wang Haiquan.

"Eight fingers, do you really have to go this far?!"

"It's alright! I've already talked to Ah Sheng, so you can come and work for me without worry. I'm not a gangster or a big shot in the Green Gang, and I'm not involved in that bullshit of yours."

"Ethical business practices require a collaborative mindset!"

"Read more books!"

"You little rascal, let me tell you this: practice makes people improve!"

Seeing that his newly recruited henchmen were incompetent, Wang Haiquan was so angry that he started speaking in the soft Wu dialect.

At the open-air parking area of ​​the Dragon Palace Nightclub, a Rolls-Royce arrived, and the valet quickly reported it via walkie-talkie.

The waiter in the water room quickly checked the VIP list in his hand and found that it was the license plate of the owner of the Dragon Palace Nightclub. He first used the walkie-talkie to call the manager inside, and then quickly ran over.

"Young Master Wang, parking space number one is ready and waiting for your car to enter."

When the boss arrives, a private parking space and a private internal elevator must be arranged.

These were all requests made by Chi Mengli, and Master Bei Luming's assistant complied with them all, readjusting the internal structure.

Wang Haiquan was very satisfied with Liangzai Sheng's meticulous arrangements. He opened his wallet, took out two Red Snapper bills, and took a picture of the palm of the parking attendant, Sijiuzai's hand.

Having received word, Chi Mengli also came out with Bo Cai Dong and came to Wang Haiquan's side, saying happily, "Young Master Wang, your yacht and sports car are absolutely gorgeous!"

"You absolutely have to tell me how to be as stunning as you!"

"I'll be reborn and find a rich dad!"

Wang Haiquan really enjoyed Liangzai Sheng's flattery and jokingly replied that they were both from Shanghai, and although their status and wealth differed greatly, having the identity of being from Shanghai could shorten the distance between them.

The terms "fellow townsman" and "fellow villagers" are sometimes more than just casual conversation.

Wang Haiquan can tell jokes to Liangzai Sheng, but he would never tell jokes to Bazhi, even though both of them are begging for food from their own hands.

"The Shanghai Association has been established. Ah Sheng, you are also a Shanghainese. All people are born equal. Even if you have taken the wrong path for a while, you are still a Shanghainese, a Shanghainese with noble character!"

"I've already registered you. The secretary-general of the hometown association will send you an invitation. They're all bosses; get to know them better, and I guarantee you'll benefit from it."

“These bigwigs are all in the real estate business now, and they don’t even know where to throw their trash. If you help them sort it out, they will definitely give you face in the future.”

Wang Haiquan is indeed a competent boss, a hundred times better than Wen Hailiang. In business, harmony is paramount. If word gets out that he resorts to underhanded tactics, sows discord, and seizes his partners' assets, no one will dare to do business with the Wen family in the future.

Rabbit meat is still meat. Old Man Wen's once profitable business is now facing some problems. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent his eldest son to acquire Ding Quan and speculate on land in the New Territories.

"With you, Young Master Wang, I, Ah Sheng, am at ease. The garbage company has your shares, Young Master Wang. In two weeks, the garbage cleaning company will hold a board meeting and release its financial report."

"Business has been good this year. After deducting the cost of employees and equipment, the company actually made more than two million. Young Master Wang, your share of the profits is enough for you to buy a new horse!"

When he heard that the garbage disposal company was actually making a profit, Young Master Wang was also taken aback. Garbage treatment plants, trucks, and garbage cans are all big expenses, and there are scrapped and repaired every month.

While the "handsome guy" was indeed powerful in Yau Ma Tei, he didn't manage to dominate the entire area. Ultimately, Yau Ma Tei was still the domain of the "Old Fu" and "Eastern Union" societies.

This well-known figure in the underworld dares to plant his flag and make his mark; that's already quite impressive!

However, the garbage collection company is indeed a good business. He now owns three apartment complexes, and the property management company is owned by the company. He can only receive a salary on time.

Don't underestimate property management companies. As long as the land price per square foot of the apartment exceeds 400 dollars, they can make a profit. Moreover, property management companies have stable business operations, signing 30-year contracts with developers.

Under current Hong Kong law, residents who want to change property management companies must wait 30 years before they can file a lawsuit to do so.

A business that can generate profits for thirty years is a veritable treasure trove in the business world.

The listed companies in Hong Kong have existed for longer than those in Macau. The existence of these four foreign firms—HSBC, Jardine Matheson, Standard Chartered, and Swire—cannot be calculated using common sense.

Excluding these four foreign firms, the average lifespan of all the large, medium and small foreign firms and Chinese-owned listed companies in Hong Kong was only four years.

In other words, every four years, a number of foreign firms and Chinese-owned companies go bankrupt. Even the prominent Chinese families of the four major foreign firms often couldn't withstand the pressure and were affected by the real estate and stock markets, leading to bankruptcy and liquidation. To be able to steadily earn money for thirty years was, in the eyes of the bigwigs of various chambers of commerce, a stroke of incredible luck, like winning the lottery.

Thinking of this, Young Master Wang decided to give Handsome Sheng an extra big gift. He coughed and said, "Sheng, don't say I don't support you."

“My property management company now controls three communities, and these three communities are now yours. We have signed an exclusive contract with the garbage collection company, so only your garbage trucks can enter.”

"But if I give you the business, you can't make me lose face or make things difficult for my old man. The apartments my family manages are all high-end apartments modeled after those in Shanghai's old Shanghai, sold floor by floor, and filled with rich people and big spenders."

"These people value face the most. You should choose someone who is reliable, good-looking, and sharp-minded to do the job."

"If we manage these three apartment communities well, we can earn several million more this year."

As Chi Mengli led the way, she nodded. Young Master Wang truly lived up to his reputation as a benevolent benefactor; good things happened as soon as he arrived, and he found another way to make money for her.

"Young Master Wang, don't worry, I'll go directly to the academy to find the person this time, and I promise I won't embarrass you, sir."

"Enter!"

Chi Mengli opened the glass door, and two rows of beautifully dressed bunny girls stood there. When they saw Young Master Wang arrive, they quickly bent down and showed off their cleavage to him, just as arranged beforehand.

At this moment, Young Master Wang's slight arrogance was greatly satisfied. After admiring the cleavage of the two rows of bunny girls, he waved his hand, and the male assistant who had been following him silently quickly handed him a thick envelope.

"Brother Sheng, well done! From now on, all VIP guests should be treated this way!"

"Give the pretty girls a tip!"

The envelope containing a thick stack of banknotes was placed in Chi Mengli's palm by Young Master Wang, indicating that it was a tip for the bunny girls.

Chi Mengli didn't try to take advantage of the situation. She tossed the envelope to Ji Mi behind her and said, "Aren't you going to thank the boss for the reward!"

"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

Although the bunny girls didn't know how much money was in the envelope, they still shouted loudly, even causing the tempered glass to vibrate slightly.

The bunny girl shouted loudly because Chi Mengli had promised that everyone would receive a big red envelope of three hundred yuan for today's advance rehearsal.

If the shouting isn't loud enough, and the boss isn't happy, then no one will receive a red envelope worth three hundred dollars.

"The Emperor's Hall is ready, and your friends have arrived!"

Chi Mengli gave a brief introduction and then led the group to a special elevator.

As you ride in the exclusive gilded elevator to the third floor, you are immediately enveloped in an atmosphere of luxury the moment the elevator doors open.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are inlaid with metal reliefs handcrafted by top artisans. Every detail is vividly depicted, as if telling stories about luxury and glory.

The floor is covered with handmade carpets from Persia, and the soft touch travels through the soles of your shoes to your body, making you feel as if you are walking on clouds with every step.

At the end of the corridor, two large doors made from a single piece of crystal glass stand quietly, radiating a captivating glow under the lights, as if inviting people to push open the door and step into a dreamlike world.

The private rooms at the Dragon Palace are tiered according to the system of Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron. The Baron-level private room costs 199 yuan per hour, with a minimum charge of 999 yuan.

The Viscount's room is even more expensive, costing 399 yuan per hour, with a minimum charge of 1,999 yuan.

The Earl's Room costs 599 per hour, with a minimum charge of 3,999.

The Marquis's Rooms have only nine rooms, with a room fee of 699 per hour and a minimum charge of 5,999.

The Duke's Room is exclusively for VIP clients; there are only five rooms available, with no room fee and no minimum spending requirement. There are also two Prince's Rooms, which are also exclusively for VIP clients.

There's only one Emperor's Hall, which is Young Master Wang's private room. Of course, if Young Master Wang gets tired of it and doesn't want to come anymore, he can give it to someone else.
The Emperor's Room occupies the best location on the third floor, facing south. Through the windows, one can see the brightly lit Victoria Harbour, and the roof is made of large, transparent tempered glass with rainproof treatment, allowing one to see the bright moonlight and twinkling stars overhead.

Not only does it have a unique, fully transparent roof, but the interior facilities are also very luxurious.

A crystal chandelier cascades down from the steel frame, with 420 Swarovski black diamonds swirling in the dark golden light, illuminating this large private room that covers 200 square meters.

An Italian handcrafted snakeskin sofa extends along the curved wall, with Bulgari malachite inlaid in the armrests gleaming coldly in the smoke.

An entire wall of East African ebony wood blocks the glass partition, providing absolute privacy for the private room.
A Louis XIII Black Pearl vintage bottle is displayed diagonally in a Baccarat crystal wine cabinet, its body adorned with a Graff diamond-encrusted snake motif, refracting seven rhomboid spots of light onto a gold-leaf mosaic floor.

In the very center of the private room stood a Riley snooker table, and behind it was a row of Peyton cues, all made of the finest North American hardwood.

These three top-quality oil paintings, acquired from the black market, are all works by top masters of the 18th century.

However, these three paintings are not worth much on the black market. When Xiren acquired them, she only paid ten thousand US dollars for each painting.

The most professional stage sound system, Melophone, and the latest karaoke machine from Japan, which can switch backing track recordings and even has a next track function.

The television mounted on the wall is also quite astonishing, measuring a whopping 45 inches. Only General Electric in the world could design such an amazing television.

This is a high-end television designed by General Electric for high-end customers in New York, Boston, Los Angeles, and other cities.

This television used rear projection technology, which magnified and projected the image from the CRT picture tube onto the screen, achieving a large-size display effect that was rare at the time.

Its price is as high as $2800, and even in the United States, across the ocean, few people can afford it.

To the left of the stage is the private bar counter in the VIP box. It is a uniquely designed bar counter, which is stocked with top-quality wines from all over the world, from expensive champagne to rare whiskies.

Behind the bar, professional bartenders are meticulously mixing various cocktails. Their skillful techniques and elegant movements make it seem as if they are putting on a wonderful performance.

Young Master Wang stood at the door, stunned by everything inside the private room. Handsome Sheng told himself that the decoration of this Emperor's Hall alone cost one million, which he thought was an exaggeration. But after seeing all the facilities in the private room, Young Master Wang believed it.

"Ah Sheng, you're going too far! I really love it!"

Young Master Wang would bet his life that this was the most luxurious nightclub private room he had ever seen in Hong Kong, so luxurious it was almost exaggerated.

Even in Los Angeles, the Lakers' private club, which entertains Hollywood stars, isn't as luxurious as the suite that "Handsome Sheng" created.

"As long as the boss likes it!"

"Ah Dong, call someone in!"

This private room was a hodgepodge created by Chi Mengli based on her own memory and several high-end nightclub private rooms in Shanghai, but it seems to fit Wang Dashao's aesthetic.

If even a top-tier tycoon like Young Master Wang says it's good, it must be excellent.

The private room has been inspected, and Young Master Wang is very satisfied. Now it's time to serve the main dishes.

Spinach Dong understood what Sheng Ge meant. He opened the door to the private room and whistled loudly.

Standing in the shadows, Nose-Boo Qiang immediately received the order and forcefully slapped Mei Mei, who was in first place, telling her to perform well.

Mei Mei rolled her eyes, adjusted her bikini, and then, with a seductive expression on her face, walked into the private room.

"Aren't you that sexy goddess from TVB?"

Sitting on a sofa handcrafted by Italian artisans, Young Master Wang couldn't sit still any longer when he saw Mei Mei walking in wearing a bikini. He quickly stood up and spoke.

There were just too many surprises today, and his mind was a little foggy; he couldn't remember the name of the TV series.

"Boss, I am your dream today!"

Meimei quoted a classic line from her TV series, then walked over to Young Master Wang, took his hand, and tried to calm the somewhat out-of-control rich young man down.

(End of this chapter)