Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 460, Section 41: Transferring Files

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Wang Haiquan doesn't understand stocks; he focuses his main energy on real estate.

If you ask him which piece of land is valuable or which has development prospects, Young Master Wang can give you a detailed answer. But if you ask him which listed company's stock will rise, he won't tell you.

All he can tell you is to go to Hong Kong Club and buy high-yield bonds issued by HSBC and Standard Chartered.

But he knows how to make money. The price that Handsome Sheng offers is guaranteed to make a profit. Of course, there are conditions to this. He must act as an intermediary and connect Handsome Sheng with potential business partners.

“Ah Sheng, I’m the boss, I’m the big boss. Even if you don’t contribute these things, I will still help you, because helping you is helping myself.”

“I’m not very familiar with the people at the Jockey Club, but we can always exchange a few words.”

"Actually, the most legal way is to get a license, but the Hong Kong Jockey Club won't let you touch this piece of the pie. If you ask me, you'd better maintain the status quo. If one day you can't maintain the status quo anymore, then go down the Hong Kong Jockey Club route."

This is based on experience. The Wang family is not considered the leading figures among the Shanghainese due to their special status, but they are still a distinct group and a mainstay of the society.

It's not the right time to try and take jobs from foreigners. The bigwigs in Shanghai have already paid a bloody price. The business world is a battlefield, and foreigners won't easily give up their food to supply others.

Chi Mengli realized he had been presumptuous. He nodded and remained silent. Since Young Master Wang, who had received more information, wanted him to maintain the status quo, he must have heard something. He should be careful!

Having said all that needed to be said, Young Master Wang picked up the betting slip on the coffee table, examined it carefully for a few moments, then looked up at the antique clock on the wall. Seeing that it was almost time, he said, "This betting slip is quite good."

"Everything is written very clearly. You can be careless about anything else, but you can't be careless about making money."

"I'll have someone send you ten million tomorrow, let's all get rich together!"

With Young Master Wang's permission, Chi Mengli nodded to Huanxi, who was standing at the door. Before the Hercules Arena was completed, Dragon Palace and other small bars served as venues for free fighting performances.

He tossed the betting slip to Huanxi, picked up a bottle of top-grade bourbon whiskey, poured a glass for Young Master Wang, and grabbed it.

Seeing that the wine had been poured, Young Master Wang took the glass, clinked it with his younger brother's, and said, "Let's get rich together and have fun together!"

Let's have fun together!

Chi Mengli touched the bottom of Young Master Wang's glass with the rim of her own, then stood up and said, "The business is over, and your friend has arrived. I'll watch the boxing match from the next box."

"Whenever you say the boxing match should start, we'll start. We've also prepared small gifts for your friends, sir."

"Whether the party starts or not is entirely up to you, boss!"

"Of course we'll start. Tonight's expenses will all be on my tab."

After spending two long weeks with his father, Young Master Wang was finally released. He stood up, looked at Mei Mei beside him, and then plunged headfirst into the surging waves, becoming a surfer in the sea of ​​flesh!
Standing to the side, Chi Mengli shed a tear. This was really tough on the child. Usually, Young Master Wang didn't like Mei Mei's type, but now he wasn't picky about food at all!

Young Master Wang's friends took his private elevator to the top floor and entered his private room. When they saw a row of bikini-clad beauties sitting on the sofa, they were all dumbfounded.

These Shanghai rich kids have seen plenty of women, but these minor movie stars and TV hosts are extremely difficult to meet. You can't even get a meeting without spending two or three hundred thousand yuan, let alone have a meal or enjoy the moonlight.

But now these difficult, beautiful women are sitting on the sofa, with fawning smiles on their faces, letting them choose whatever they want, which makes them a little unable to hold back.

Young Master Wang is the head of their circle, the big boss, but everyone's status and position are the same, and the businesses they own and the monthly family dividends are about the same.

But you, Wang Haiquan, just because you took in a cunning little brother, you solved all the problems that everyone else couldn't handle. That makes everyone lose face a bit.

"Young Master Wang, you've really done a fantastic job!"

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Chi Mengli did not stay in the private room to have tea with the group of rich Shanghai men. He walked out of the private room and saw Eight Fingers standing at the door. Seeing that the scoundrel had his head down, he took the initiative to walk over.

"Damn it! He doesn't even know to greet the big boss of the Bai family!"

"You're such a cheapskate! Of all the henchmen I've taken in, you're the most eccentric!"

Let's part amicably, and goodbyes won't be difficult!
As long as his core interests are not involved, Chi Mengli adheres to the above principle. He scolds Bazhi, but he also helps Bazhi straighten his suit.

This scoundrel, who came from a wooden house in a public housing estate, would have been stuck in Shau Kei Wan for his entire life if he hadn't ventured out into the world and made his way to the docks.

He can't even tie a tie, he's still a greenhorn, a stubborn mule, he won't turn back even if he hits a wall.

Chi Mengli helped Bazhi tie his tie, patted the slump on the shoulder, and said, "Big shots often have no choice in what they do. I just watch the glamour, but sometimes my words in the gang are barely louder than a fart."

"You'll understand everything once you're in charge."

"It's still that same old nonsense: when you're in the game, you're not in control of your own destiny."

Knowing that Bazhi would be coming today, Chi Mengli took an envelope from his suit pocket and stuffed it into Bazhi's pocket: "Although we're not on the same boat now, we're still good brothers."

"Whether you're in the underworld or in the gang, you're still my henchman, Handsome Sheng, and you can still do things under my name."

"That's it, if you encounter any planes you can't handle, you can always call me, the boss!"

After handing over the money and exchanging pleasantries, Chi Mengli patted Bazhi on the shoulder and then led Bocai Dong, Huanxi, and the others to the office at the far end of the corner.

Ji Mi, who was close to Ba Zhi, patted Ba Zhi on the shoulder without saying a word.

Eight Fingers looked at the departing figure of Handsome Sheng, his face flushed, his expression blank, lost in thought.

Xi Ren and A Cong sat in the office. One was doing accounts, while the other was holding a weapons magazine, his eyes shining as he looked at the special dagger that the arms company had just released.

Of course, there were more than just Acong and Xiren in the office. Xiaozuiba was also sitting in the office, with her legs crossed and a cigarette in her mouth.

Upon seeing Chi Mengli enter the office, everyone present stood up. Xiao Zui quickly took the cigarette out of her mouth, put it in the ashtray, stood up, and smoothed out her fitted dress.

"What's wrong with Dragon Palace Nightclub? This time you brought in more than two hundred hostesses, more than one hundred singers, and you even managed to poach half a symphony orchestra from the University of Hong Kong."

"That's incredible!"

"You big brother, you're making a killing off my pocket with your big mouth, and you're taking a cut from my pocket. You two should become gangsters. You're so shameless even without stockings on your heads. If you wore stockings, even the Governor would have to be careful with his safe."

"You wouldn't come to my temple without a reason. You good-for-nothing, you must have some trouble you can't handle."

"But before you talk about the plane you built, I need to ask you a question first: do you have any news about Do?"

Chi Mengli waved his hand, signaling everyone to sit down. He took out cigarettes and tossed one to each of Acong and Bo Cai Dong. Then he told Huanxi to go and keep an eye on the boxing match, and to tell the band that they could start playing music now.

Xiao Zui shook her head, indicating that she had no contact with Do. However, Do had secretly told her that she had prepared a backup plan and would leave as soon as the time was right.

"Fine! The person's gone! The money's gone too! I'm the biggest grudge person in the world!"

"Alright! Now you can tell me about the airplane you built!"

Chi Mengli lit a cigarette, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and nodded toward her little mouth, telling this stinky thing to spit it out.

“Brother Sheng, Hua Langgui found out that I left Shanghai. As you know, when I started working as a hostess, I needed a gang to protect me. The Dancers' Union was disbanded years ago. Without a gang, I couldn’t even get into a nightclub.”

"The East Union Society was the most powerful at the time, on par with the Number Gang, Sun Kee, and Wo Luen Shing. But now it seems that I, Blind Bing, was just following a good-for-nothing boss, and after a few years I was selling salted duck eggs!"

"Hua Langgui makes his living in the entertainment industry. When I was in Shanghai, this young master, this 'rabbit,' didn't dare to utter a sound. But I'm not one to be trifled with. If I knew that this young master Hua Langgui was causing trouble in Shanghai, I would definitely break both his legs."

"But I've already gotten out of Shanghai. According to the rules of the underworld, I gave Brother Cheng a red envelope, which was a great honor. Brother Cheng didn't come looking for trouble with me. But that bastard Hua Langgui sent people to my door, asking me to switch allegiance to his gang."

"They don't even have much territory, just a few profitable brothels. They're clearly looking to cause trouble for you, Brother Sheng." Little Mouth cursed inwardly as she said this. She and Big Mouth were both involved in shady dealings; they weren't exactly gangsters or江湖人士 (jianghu figures), they were just trying to make a living.

Hua Langgui is a minor figure in the East Union Society, not even a member of the East Union Nine Generals. He works for the society, holds the rank of Red Pole, and now runs a male escort business, hoping to get a share of the profits in Yau Ma Tei.

However, their own boss had already invited several uncles from the East Union Society, but Hua Langgui was as stubborn as a turtle eating a heavy weight, determined to oppose his brother and sister. They had offered tea and made demands time and time again, but he just wouldn't listen to reason.

Now, even Big Mouth has no choice but to force things to start, and this stinky guy is constantly causing trouble for the singers, dancers, and hostesses.

After thinking it over, Xiao Zuitou realized that this wasn't trouble for her, but trouble for Liangzai Sheng, because many of the hostesses had privately said that Hua Langgui wanted them to switch jobs and not work at Longgong anymore.

"You're looking for trouble with me?! That's just nonsense!"

“We’re not on the same path, we’re not even in the same boat, so why are you making trouble for me?”

"You can't eat just anything, or you'll get food poisoning. But you absolutely can't say anything carelessly, or you'll get beaten with sticks."

"With your skinny arms and legs, if you get beaten with sticks, you're guaranteed to die!"

Hua Langgui was most likely after me, but Xiao Zuitou definitely had ulterior motives!
The trouble has shifted eastward!

This wasn't a solution that a small mouth could come up with, but a big mouth hiding behind the scenes might have offered this stinky old woman some advice.

"Take it out!"

Chi Mengli finished her cigarette in a few puffs, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and then had Xiao Zuitou bring out the things she had prepared.

"Nothing can escape your discerning eyes, Brother Sheng!"

Xiao Zui smiled awkwardly, took out a large red envelope from her handbag, placed it on the table, and said with a smile, "Brother Sheng, the red envelopes for each level are 660 or 880."

"I need your help. If I take out a few hundred dollars, my brothers in the underworld will definitely laugh at me."

"Eighty-eight thousand eight, may you prosper and I prosper too, for good luck."

Chi Mengli was already tired of hearing such auspicious words. He reached out, opened the red envelope, pulled out all the banknotes inside, snapped his fingers at A Cong, and woke the pervert from his weapons magazine: "Brother Cong, you're a Red Pole, recruiting people is no problem at all!"

"Little mouth, from now on Brother A-Cong will be your boss. According to the rules of the underworld, he will protect you. From now on, half of the commission you make as a hostess will belong to Brother A-Cong."

After saying that, Chi Mengli counted the banknotes in her hand, took out eight yuan in change, stuffed the remaining eighty-eight thousand yuan into a red envelope, and handed it to Acong, who was sitting on the sofa.

Ah Cong put down the magazine, took the red envelope, stuffed it into his pocket without even counting it, then stood up, walked up to Xiao Zuikou, and said, "From now on, whoever causes you trouble will be causing trouble for me, Ah Cong."

“You can carry my stack, but if the other party doesn’t give me face, I’ll send him down to sell salted duck eggs.”

Ah-Cong has facial paralysis; when he speaks, he has no expression at all, just like a big block of ice. His small mouth and the Yau Ma Tei gang are only business dealings; he is not very familiar with the monsters and demons around Handsome Sheng.

She wasn't sure what kind of temper her new boss had, but anyone who dared to say something like that must be a big shot in the underworld. She quickly nodded to show that she understood.

According to the rules, if it is a 49-year-old boy, the blue lantern passes by, and there is no need to open the incense hall.

The master of the sect accepts disciples on behalf of the patriarch, and can only receive half the ceremony.

Little Mouth found a paper cup, poured a cup of hot tea, presented it to Ah Cong with both hands, bowed three times, and that was the end of the ceremony.

Ah Cong took the tea, drank it all in one gulp, and the transfer ceremony ended hastily.

"Alright! The match should start now, you all go out and watch the game!"

Regardless of who Hua Langgui was after, the problem has been solved!

Ah Cong is completely out of his mind, utterly insane. If Hua Langgui is really blind and goes after Ah Cong, Ah Cong will definitely keep his promise and send this good-for-nothing to the underworld to sell salted duck eggs.

Everyone in the office had been kicked out. Chi Mengli lit another cigarette, leaned back in her chair, and stared blankly at the red door.

Instead of going out with everyone to watch the boxing match, Xi Ren reached out her hands to help Chi Mengli relax her shoulders.

"I've looked at all the call logs, and it seems like everyone's got some ulterior motives!"

Xi Ren's hands were warm, helping Chi Mengli relax her tense nerves as she recounted the contents of the call log that Xiao Shandong had summarized.

"A wicked scheme?!"

“Not really!”

"I'm the signboard; if my signboard falls, it could crush a bunch of people!"

"No one in the gang can hold things together."

The saying "three years to become an old man" is not without merit. In these three years, one must learn the rules and understand how the martial arts world operates.

Of Chi Mengli's henchmen, only Hei Ahu rose through the ranks from the bottom 49. But Robin wasn't a good boss; he didn't teach Hei Ahu any real skills. However, it's more likely that Robin did teach him, but Hei Ahu didn't learn them.

No one can avoid the pitfalls on the road of life; you can only take it one step at a time. If you take the right path, the road will be smooth, but if you take the wrong one, you'll lose your life.

"Hei Ahu has been very active lately. I've bribed people around him. This bastard seems to be getting into the noodle stall business. He's been in close contact with several demolition companies in the water room lately, and it seems that Lan Mingde has also gotten involved."

Although Xiren spent most of her time running the antique shop, she still managed to find a few informants to keep an eye on the shills.

What are the mud snails doing?

No one cares what a dying person is doing, because it's meaningless.

Chi Mengli is the head of the gang, the leader, and needs to consider things more comprehensively. He now needs a new bulwark. Hei Ahu is courting death, but he has to complete the task he has to complete.

In one month, the Shui Fong will be electing its leader and chief steward. He has already promised Wah Jai Wing that he would support him, and he must keep his word.

“Mud Snail hasn’t shown up recently. According to my informant, Mud Snail is with the brother who won the lottery. The trial has been postponed until tomorrow.”

"If we can't handle Greyhound Seven, a lot of people will be in trouble!"

"Should we send in another 'Filthy Rat'? If that doesn't work, have him finish the job?"

The brothers who draw the lottery tickets are unreliable; anyone with eyes can see that. Since it concerns Chi Mengli, Xiren can't be a blind man. She's thinking of getting double insurance, just in case.

Chi Mengli shook his head. He didn't care whether the bastard who drew the red ticket could kill Greyhound Seven or not, because Greyhound Seven was Quan Wangsheng's man and the ledger in his hand was Quan Wangsheng's private account, which posed no threat to the water room.

When the immortal brocade orders his subordinates to do something, it's just a formality, a way to make an example of someone.

Greyhound Seven wants to become a witness for the prosecution, so he has to expose all the secrets of the water room. But this scoundrel is just an uncertified bailiff and has no involvement in the core business of the water room.

The police finally cracked down on the illegal gambling ring, but due to poor protection of the criminals, Boxing King Sheng was killed by Song Sheng.

Greyhound Seven became the sole culprit, forced to stand trial with no room for maneuver.

Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law. Without any actual evidence, just making baseless accusations is useless even if the police believe you, because the Department of Justice, those bigwigs, won't believe you.

The police are very pragmatic. If a witness is completely useless, the previously signed agreement won't be voided, but they won't help you solve any other problems either, and they'll start handling things strictly by the book.

Chi Mengli closed her eyes, enjoying Xiren's massage. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Find a way to deal with the mud snail, but you can't do it yourself. Let Huanxi do it."

(End of this chapter)