Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 464, Section 45: Bargaining

Professor J, whose eyes were covered, was helped out of the car.

The wind was very humid, and Professor J immediately realized that they had arrived at the seaside.

The bodyguard who was holding Professor J's hand placed Professor J's slender hand on his shoulder and led the way.

The two boarded a small boat and then a yacht, where they removed Professor J's blindfold.

"Ms. J, it's been a long time!"

Mei Feng, wearing a leather trench coat, walked out of the yacht's living room and gestured to Professor J's bodyguard that the boat could set sail.

The bodyguard nodded and quickly left, giving the two ladies space to chat.

"Aunt Feng, it's been a long time. It seems my godfather isn't planning to see me!"

Professor J took out a Sobranie menthol cigarette from his handbag, offered it to Meifeng, and when she refused, lit it himself, blew out a smoke ring, and said softly, "The heavy smoker has turned over a new leaf?"

"The doctor told me to quit smoking, because it's good for my health."

“The child is still young. If I can’t hold on, she’ll have to go to an orphanage!”

After Meifeng finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the yacht's living room. The yacht had already set sail, and the wind and waves were too strong; even wearing a leather trench coat couldn't withstand them.

Professor J's expression shifted between light and dark. Mei Feng, that shrew, was speaking in a sarcastic tone, clearly mocking him. But that wasn't the most crucial point. The crucial point was that his godfather hadn't shown up.

The fact that the godfather did not appear indicates that he did not approve of his plan and would not allow the redistribution of the pork market.

Number Gang is the best partner. After all, Hutchison Whampoa has already monopolized the Miss White market with its 36-digit number prefix. Going to Golden Triangle to snatch goods now is like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.

Not to mention that Heji wouldn't cooperate, even the scattered and disorganized Yiqun wouldn't agree. After all, the major members of Yiqun are currently living off Miss Bai, who came from General Luo.

Dumb Seven is old, not dead. The 49s of the Righteous Group are all ruthless characters, very good at taking each other down with them.

The eldest son of the big boss is now in the Netherlands, and he's the one watching the little steamship route.

Yi Qun also has branches in Amsterdam, and they have all sorts of businesses, including demolition shops, drug stalls, and drug dealers. It's no longer the era where you can just turn on the headlights and see syringes everywhere.

The world has changed!

Young people are increasingly short of money and can't afford high-end things like Miss White!
The big boss is right. The godfather is getting old. It's just that Ah K is indecisive. Otherwise, the four siblings would have already started a new business.

But now the boss and sister-in-law have disappeared. I don't know if they were hit by someone or if they saw something was wrong and went into hiding. Ah K is missing and the Nine-Tailed Fox has turned against him. Even with the support of the Nine Sisters, he can't stand alone and can't stir up any waves.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads!
Even if Professor J was unwilling, she had to go inside the yacht and have a good chat with Mei Feng, that shrew. With that thought, she took the cigarette out of her mouth, flicked the cigarette butt into the dark sea, and then reluctantly walked into the yacht's living room.

Inside the yacht's living room, the air was filled with warmth, and Mei Feng was sitting on a leather sofa, preparing Kung Fu tea.

"Sit down! It's freezing cold, have a cup of Kung Fu tea."

"Although Hong Kong is warm, there is still a cold wind on spring nights. No matter how many clothes you wear, the cold wind will still blow through you."

"We'll have to wait until after the New Year for spring to truly arrive and flowers to bloom."

"Why this yacht? I spent a lot of money to buy it, and I hired an Italian yacht designer. It was completely renovated, and the engine was replaced with the latest one. It sat in the dry dock for two whole months."

"This is its first voyage, and Song Sheng named it Conqueror."

This yacht belonged to the former governor, Sir David Trench. Before Trench left port, he put it up for public auction. The Overseas Colonial Office would not allow a colonial governor to return to London so openly.

In the hierarchy of the British Empire, the colonial governor was not a particularly important figure, not even as important as a backbencher in the lower house.

The glory of the Empress must not be trampled upon.

Meifeng loved this yacht. She had the good fortune to go on it once, just like in Jin Yong's book, where one glimpse of Yang Guo could ruin one's life. She had only been on it once, but she had already fallen in love with the yacht.

A retired governor is worthless. Although the tycoons who used to surround David Trench didn't follow the old adage of "out of sight, out of mind," none of them would be willing to spend a million or two to buy this old yacht.

David Trench was a notorious greedy man with an enormous appetite, so much so that the four major trading companies went to great lengths to force this scoundrel into retirement.

If the four major trading companies didn't show their support, the smaller trading companies below them naturally wouldn't dare to fawn over them.

So Mei-Feng bought the yacht and had dinner with the former governor and his wife.

This is probably Meifeng's proudest achievement in recent years, and she often talks about it and brags about it to everyone she meets.

The professor's team did not buy a yacht because it would be too conspicuous and would be noticed by observant people.

But Professor A placed an order in Japan for thirty large speedboats, all equipped with four high-powered Yamaha motors, which could even take flight simply by adding wings.

The pork sold to Malaya and South Korea is all managed by the professor's team.

This fleet now obeys Professor J's command and goes wherever he tells it to!
This is also Professor J's leverage in contacting Song Sheng; as long as she still has control of the fleet, she has the bargaining power.

"Sister Meifeng is really rich and powerful, I admire her!"

Professor J didn't touch the tea that Meifeng brought over. Instead, she took out her cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and deliberately blew a smoke ring in Meifeng's face.

“Sister Meifeng, my godfather must be busy with important matters to avoid seeing me. These are just minor things. My godfather is a great hero who does great things, of course he can’t care about the little mudfish in my hand.”

"My boss has been cooperating with the Number Gang for many years, and everything has always gone smoothly. But recently things have been going badly for him, and the cops have been watching him."

Professor J took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and continued, with the cigarette dangling from his lips, "My godfather said he'd handle the obvious troubles."

"But the O-Division and the Narcotics Bureau took down my boss, and the Sea King took away Ah K, but my godfather didn't get a word of it."

"They said they would take care of Ah Hu and stop that scoundrel from talking nonsense, but most of his feet have been taken away, and the brothers of the boat gang have also been implicated. Now I have to explain the boat number."

"Now that things have come to this, whether it's my godfather or the company, they have to give me an explanation, otherwise I won't be able to control these guys below me."

If you want your feet to stay quiet, it's very simple: just give them enough money to settle down.

The vault is managed by the big boss. Professor J only knows a few locations, but the banknotes in the vault must not be exposed to the light of day. Not even a ray of light can be seen, or it will cause a major incident. If the cops follow the trail, everyone will be in trouble.

Losing money to avoid disaster is a minor matter.

When the "Pink Master" starts work, he has to pass three levels, and he can't afford to make a single mistake.

Mr. Song said he could handle things openly, and in the past few years, he did indeed do so; everyone's goods were transported safely.

But now the tide has turned. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), the Narcotics Bureau, and the Anti-Triad Unit have all turned their guns on the professor's team. What was once a smooth path has now become fraught with danger.

Professor J needs to get a guarantee so he can decide whether or not to continue paying the fees.

If going forward, all the shipments will involve risking one's life to get through the challenges, Professor J will definitely start anew and establish a new brand!

"Explain?!"

"Ah J, are you kidding me?! We're people of the underworld, we make money by risking our lives. If you're a coward, don't come out here! The thugs in the boat gang are getting more and more crazy. They must have been blinded by the waves to say such things."

Upon hearing Professor J's challenge, Mei Feng sneered and retorted directly, showing no mercy whatsoever.

After making her sarcastic remarks, she picked up a cup of hot tea, blew on it, tasted it, and continued, "Song Sheng can protect you. This is an accident. The Internal Affairs Department has dealt with many people in the group, and their communication channels have been cut off."

"But don't worry, there won't be a next time."

"We never expected Ah Hu to betray us. The newly built road was also wiped out by the cops."

“I know you suffered a great loss. Mr. Song has already said that the group will bear the losses. I know that you and your sister are in contact. Tell Brother A that Mr. Song has absolutely no ulterior motives.”

"Miss Song Ci is Mr. Song's apple of his eye. In the end, it will still be Brother A who will support the Song family's business."

After finishing her tough talk, it was time to soften her tone. Mei Feng changed her approach and began to take a conciliatory route, advising Professor J to come out and clean up the mess quickly.

"The apple of your eye? Sister Meifeng, you must be joking!"

"My sister-in-law is almost thirty years old. She's never met her mother or father. Have you ever seen such a precious daughter?!"

"Hilarious!" "My godfather sees my boss as a thorn in his side. My siblings and I have devoted ourselves to the group for so many years, working tirelessly until our dying breath. The money we've earned for my godfather is enough to buy the Central Chinese Club."

"It's fine to discard someone after they've served their purpose, but you still need to give everyone an explanation!"

The big boss didn't contact her, but even if he did, Professor J wouldn't say it. She now understood that as long as the big boss and his wife showed up, Jiang's head would definitely be smashed.

Sometimes, hiding in the shadows is a good thing.

Mei Feng was observing Professor J's facial expression for a full minute before she sighed and continued to explain, "Song Sheng never intended for Song Ci to join the group from the very beginning."

"It was all a series of coincidences; someone was orchestrating it."

"The negotiations with Oak International Freight & Warehousing Company are not over yet. There are many unforeseen circumstances. All of Song Sheng's attention is focused on the port negotiations. As long as Oak International's port in Hong Kong is secured, this whole game will be won."

“From now on, your siblings’ goods can be shipped through the Oak International Terminal.”

"J, the bigger picture is everything!"

The port is the future. Hong Kong is the most important port in Asia. Even Singapore, which has the golden waterway of Malacca, is no match for Hong Kong.

Once they control the ports, all goods in Asia will fall under the control of the group.

Mei Feng felt excited every time she thought of Song Sheng's grand plan, because the five thousand years of Chinese history are all based on the view of individual heroism. Every Chinese person, from birth, has the idea of ​​achieving great things.

For victory, anything is possible!

Everything is for winning!

However, Mei Feng miscalculated one thing: Professor J in front of her had not received much Chinese education, because she grew up in an orphanage, unlike Professors A and K. She grew up in an Anglican orphanage.

Catholicism, Protestantism, Eastern Orthodoxy, and Anglicanism may seem similar, but they are fundamentally very different. Simply put, Anglicanism simplifies rituals, does not engage in idol worship, and even delegates the right to interpret scriptures.

The Anglican Bible Soleil principle allows local churches to interpret doctrine flexibly.

This is so British! Using scientific dialectics to study religion!

Professor J strongly believes in a quote from Margaret Thatcher's public speech: "There is no society, no group, only cold, impersonal individuals in this world!"

Yang Jinshui, the "Pain-Enduring King" of the Ming Dynasty, once posed a profound question: "Does the word 'we' include me?"
But now is not the time to talk about these things. Professor J suddenly realized that Mei Feng believed that the big boss was hiding, and that Mei Feng also believed that she had contacted the big boss.

This is definitely something that could be made into a story!
"What does my godfather want me to do?!"

Mei Feng is no gentle woman. This old hag has a fiery temper and often blows people out of their wits. The fact that she is now cautiously advising her must mean that her godfather has given her a new order.

Professor J picked up the now-cold tea, took a small sip, and asked in return.

"This is Phoenix Dancong tea, top-grade freshly harvested in December. I only got a little over two jin. Song Sheng knows you like oolong tea, so he specially asked me to bring you some. Remember to take it with you when you leave, don't let your godfather's kindness go to waste."

"Enough with the gossip!"

“Mr. Song recently finalized a business deal with the East Indians, a trial collaboration.”

"We don't need much, just three tons of blue blood."

"any questions?"

Meifeng picked up the teapot, took a clean new cup, poured a cup of hot tea into it, used small tongs to place it on the saucer, and put it in front of Professor J.

"The goods are available, but I can't make the decision!"

Three tons of blue blood is no small amount. Professor J will have to take out his most treasured stock to make do, otherwise he won't be able to gather enough.

Now, both A-K and the boss have disappeared. The work of improving the process is being handled by the two of them. She doesn't know anything about the process, and besides, the new factory hasn't been built yet.

If the godfather wants pork of a different purity, then there is no problem.

But if Ah K and the big boss really meet with misfortune, Blue Blood will disappear from the martial arts world completely, and the batch of Blue Blood in his possession is Professor J's last bargaining chip.

"Whether you can make the decisions is another matter. We need to confirm one thing: you do indeed have three tons of blue blood."

The key is to first confirm whether they have the goods. Meifeng picked up her teacup, letting the steam obscure her face, and asked Professor J if he had any.

Professor J closed his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and then answered, "Three tons of blue blood, no problem!"

"But how much is your godfather asking? This batch of blue-blooded blood is in high demand. Think carefully before you speak, so as not to hurt anyone's feelings!"

There is a play!

Mei Feng smiled smugly. He had figured out the professor's team's strengths. Professor A was taking the opportunity to hide in the shadows, preparing to secretly direct the operation. Perhaps Professor K's disappearance was also a trick orchestrated by Professor A himself.

“The current market price for blue blood is 15 yuan per gram. Since we need the goods urgently this time, Mr. Song, you can raise the price to 20 yuan per gram.”

Because she needed the goods urgently, Meifeng quoted a high price and then observed Professor J's reaction.

Twenty yuan per gram!
What a joke!
Professor J shook his head and refused, saying, "Every single bill my godfather gives me has a problem, even the dog food is the least problematic. I don't have time to count them one by one."

"The most reputable underground bank in Hong Kong right now is Shui Fong."

"I need bank drafts or promissory notes from the water station, the kind that can be redeemed immediately!"

"The price also needs to be raised a bit, to forty yuan per gram, no bargaining!"

"Sister Meifeng, don't blame me for asking for an exorbitant price. This is what my boss instructed me to do. It's very difficult for us to contact each other. My boss always squeezes me dry. This is the bottom line he gave me."

"Why don't you have a talk with your godfather?"

If we're talking to Curry Boy about a collaboration, then this batch of goods definitely won't be sold to Hong Kong. India isn't a good region for bulk cargo either. If we ship from the East India Company, it will definitely be sold to Dubai.

These turbaned men have all made a fortune from oil. They are all incredibly wealthy. When they ship goods to Dubai, the price increases twentyfold. They are happier than winning every hand of betting.

This piece of fatty meat is so delicious, I definitely have to have a piece.

Professor J looked at Meifeng smugly, his face showing an expression that said he had her completely under his thumb.

This is taking advantage of someone's misfortune!
Mei-Feng was furious, but in order to cooperate with the Dong curry guys, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and persevere.

The price is a bit too high, and it has to be settled in hard currency, so she really can't make the decision herself.

"Twenty-five yuan! Don't push your luck!"

Meifeng took a sip of tea, which extinguished most of her anger, and then gave her highest offer.

Forty yuan!

“Sister Meifeng, I, Ah J, am in charge of the warehouse. I know the true value of Blue Blood better than anyone else. My godfather can't keep things under control in the open anymore. If my godfather can still guarantee smooth shipping in the future…”

"I can take the liberty of shipping it out at ten yuan per gram, according to the old rules."

The promises between the bookmakers, the dismantlers, and the fans are maintained through bloody means.

If Mei-feng says there won't be any problems with shipping in the future, and you choose to believe her, but the shipment gets caught by the police, that could be fatal.

We're all patrons, and we all have young punks who're willing to die for money, so we'll definitely start a fight immediately.

Professor J was certain that Mei Feng wouldn't dare make any promises to him; her godfather was too old to control the situation anymore, and the big boss was right.

"Twenty-eight yuan!"

"I'll personally give you another 500,000 yuan as a tea fee, as if it were the paper money I'm burning for you in advance!"

Mei-Feng had no choice and dared not make any promises to Professor J. She had only managed to get five police officers under her control, and these people were not yet fully involved. The information she received was very vague, and she needed to use other channels to fill in the gaps.

Without specific mission intelligence, we can't get the walkie-talkie channel and can't monitor the cops' deployment.

All she can do now is keep raising the price!
(End of this chapter)