Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 466, Section 47: Unrecognizable to Family Members

The waiter brought the iced coffee to the table and placed it in front of Teacher Li.

In spring, few people order cold drinks, and the waiter glanced at Teacher Li curiously.

"Middle-aged men have pent-up anger and need an iced drink to cool down. Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty is proud of you!"

Teacher Li opened his wallet, took out a piece of red snapper, threw it on the tray, and sent the waiter away. But just as he was about to reach for the cold drink in front of him, Chi Mengli snatched it away.

Looking at Chi Mengli in front of him, gulping down her cold drink, Teacher Li felt helpless. He snapped his fingers again, calling the waiter back, and took out another Red Snapper to order another drink.

"You said there would be a good show, but I haven't seen any signs of it yet."

"Forget it! There aren't any good shows to watch in the cinemas these days, let alone on the street."

“Xi Ren said you are planning to build your own treasure vault. I have a batch of troublesome goods that I really need to find a place to store. We are partners, so I plan to store them all with you.”

A new cup of iced coffee was served. Teacher Li took a big gulp to quench his thirst, then glanced carefully at the entrance of the Kowloon Yamen and found that there was still no good show to watch.

"Of course, I've already thought of a place that I guarantee no one will know about."

"As long as you pay the storage fee on time, no one will know where they are hiding, and you will always be safe."

When a customer came to his door, Chi Mengli was overjoyed. He put down his iced coffee, let out a satisfied burp, and indicated that he would take the business.

"Aren't you curious about what deadly weapons I might store in your inn?"

Teacher Li picked up a straw and stirred the ice cream topping, wanting the coffee and ice cream to blend together more effectively. She deliberately created an opening to lure Chi Mengli into the trap.

"I am merely a shepherd who guides lost sheep. I have no interest in knowing about the parasites lurking in the wool."

"I need a lot of money, a huge amount!"

"After thinking it over, only Teacher Li can help me."

Chi Mengli lit another cigarette, moved the cup to the side, and said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Li immediately became interested. He looked Chi Mengli up and down and said with a half-joking, half-serious expression, "We all lack money, but ultimately, what we lack is love!"

"Whether it's fatherly love, romantic love, or friendship, I don't have any of them, and I believe you wouldn't want me to either. But a person who lacks love will never lack money."

"Name your price. As long as it can be exchanged for Song Dynasty poetry, I will definitely agree."

Teacher Li needs Song Dynasty poetry, and it's rumored that Song Sheng's biological daughter is his pawn. With this eldest daughter of the Song family, he has another piece in his hand.

"Of course, I want 500,000 pounds, all in 21-pound notes, and they must be counterfeit. If you have a digital plate, that would be even better."

Chi Mengli reached into her pocket, pulled out a crumpled pound note, and threw it in front of Teacher Li.

There have been a lot of counterfeit British pounds in Yau Ma Tei lately. It's like stepping back into World War II, when Japanese and Germans came to Hong Kong to sell their artwork.

The four major trading companies accepted all offers without hesitation, exchanging all the money at a ratio of 500 to 1, depositing it into their Swiss branches, and finally transferring it to casinos in Monaco.

After World War II, MI5 statistics showed that the Germans and the Japanese produced at least a billion pounds of counterfeit British pounds. The British Empire simply accepted it, since the post-war economic boom meant that all this inflation was absorbed.

The Germans had good technology; apart from a problem with the code, everything was normal. Japan was under international sanctions at the time. They had the technology, but not the raw materials they needed, so their products were of much lower quality, which experts could tell at a glance.

Recently, the Governor's Office has begun to exert its efforts, focusing some of its resources on promoting Hong Kong, and there is an increasing number of backpackers from the Commonwealth, mainland China, Europe and the United States.

After all, for just £500, one can travel to Hong Kong in business class, stay in a luxury hotel, and enjoy a week-long luxury trip. Anyone would want to experience that.

I heard that the Zu family has decided to lift foreign exchange controls, and the Hong Kong Governor's Office is also preparing to follow suit.

This counterfeit pound note was received by the parking attendant. He exchanged it at the exchange rate set up at the money exchange counter, but when he tried to exchange it at a money exchange shop under the Shui Fang Group, he discovered it was counterfeit.

Teacher Li picked up the crumpled counterfeit British pounds on the table, smelled them, and was immediately overwhelmed by the pungent perfume smell. She quickly threw them back on the table.

"It's really clumsy to think that using inferior cologne can cover up the pungent acidic smell of low-quality ink."

"I stopped playing those kinds of tricks when I was five!"

"This is not a North Korean product. The Ryugyong Hotel in North Korea sells high-end goods, with quality comparable to those from the London Mint, and the designs are even more exquisite than the original products from our country."

“The North Koreans have even obtained a batch of codes. As long as you buy small denominations, no one will suspect anything.” “Since it’s not North Korean, it can only be East India goods. India is currently negotiating, and our Baron Mountbatten is helping the Curry boys divide up territory.”

"Like Churchill, that fat pig, Baron Mountbatten also liked to draw straight lines, as if neither of them had ever taken a geography class."

"The East Indians have always had an ambiguous relationship with the Germans. Many Germans fled to the East India, and it's unclear what they were thinking when they came directly to the Germans' territory."

"These remnants of the German Third Army have started a side business in the Bangalore Mountains, producing batches of shoddy goods that have caused the foreigners from the Zu family a great deal of trouble."

"If I were you, I would go to the clinic and get it checked out. The goods from the Bangalore Mountains have excessive levels of E. coli."

Teacher Li took out an individually wrapped wet wipe, carefully wiped her hands, then crossed her legs and glanced at the government office gate not far away.

Handsome Sheng, that bastard, never lies. He said there would be a good show to watch, and there definitely will be.

"I don't care. I don't need to pay for the parking fee. I've already had the parking attendant who received the counterfeit pounds write a statement. He's not a gangster, he's not a member of any organization, he's just a shady character."

"Even if one is tainted by imperial aura, there is no need to enforce family rules or beat them with sticks."

"Things are not like they were ten years ago, where gangs used to handle everything. We need to keep up with the times and respect the law."

"I'm going to deal with foreigners soon. I'm not happy about paying them real money. Paying them some counterfeit pounds is the most suitable. It's cheaper and there won't be any problems."

"These foreigners, in order to guard against the Independent Commission Against Corruption, will not deposit the money into their own accounts. They will definitely deposit it into the Hong Kong Club and open a front-running operation."

"The banknotes of the Hong Kong Club are counted every day and sent to HSBC's vault. I just need to be able to fool the counterfeit pounds in HSBC's banknote counting machine."

The casual chat with the chief legal representative of the Hong Kong Lih Group is about to begin. According to the rules among top lawyers, this meeting must take place in an entertainment setting, and both parties must pretend to bump into each other by chance.

Only then would Attorney Zhang, acting as a mediator, step forward to introduce the two parties, and then everyone would walk to a secluded corner.

Such a ridiculous, deceptive conversation would cost £20,000, and it had to be in twenty-pound notes.

£20,000 can be exchanged for approximately HKD 230,000. After all, the Hong Kong dollar and the pound sterling have now been completely decoupled. The transition period has ended, and since January 1st, Hong Kong now has a free exchange rate.

If it were Hong Kong dollars, Chi Mengli wouldn't be willing to play tricks, but it's a different story with British pounds. HSBC's money-counting machine is an open door, giving her a reason to take advantage.

"No! Hong Kong Club has already reached an agreement with Standard Chartered. All cash that has been counted will be deposited into Standard Chartered's vault. Standard Chartered's money counting machine is ruthless."

"But I have a way!"

"When will I be able to see a good show, or receive a Song Dynasty poem?"

The news about Liangzai Sheng was delayed, so Teacher Li kindly reminded him and then changed the subject to Song Dynasty poetry.

"This is Song Ci's confession. I have the top interrogation expert in the water room right now, and I guarantee that what she said is true!"

Chi Mengli took out a statement that A Cong had obtained from his inner pocket. He was chivalrous and didn't want to see Song Ci's miserable state, but A Cong had recently become quiet again, which meant that Song Ci's fate should be very tragic.

But it doesn't matter. If I fall into Song Sheng's hands one day, his fate won't be any better.

Teacher Li picked up the statement and looked suspiciously at Chi Mengli's inner pocket, wondering if this suit was a treasure chest containing countless treasures.

The confession was very detailed. Teacher Li, who was well-versed in old documents and archives of the Ministry of Justice of the Qing Dynasty, could tell at a glance that it was a recording method used in the Qing Dynasty. He read it from top to bottom and from left to right before he put it in his pocket with satisfaction.

"The more I oppose that scoundrel Song Sheng, the more I admire him. He's so otherworldly. Is committing crimes really that addictive?!"

"My own daughter has never met her father. If I tell the paparazzi, they will definitely follow me to the end!"

"The world is truly vast and full of wonders!"

Teacher Li sighed, "If you're going to be a member of the underworld, then be a member of the underworld; if you're going to be a good father, then be a good father. How can you have the luxury of wanting to make a living in the underworld without dragging your family down?"

He's figured it out: he won't get married or have children. If he had a kid, he'd have a weakness, and his life might be in danger.

With a blink of an eye and a kick of the leg, a lifetime is over; there's really no need for anyone to cry for you.

This wretched body of mine, whether thrown into a ditch or the ocean, is its final resting place, since I'm already burdened with karma anyway!
Chi Mengli glanced at Teacher Li strangely. Had this guy drunk iced coffee and frozen his brain to the point of saying such stupid things?

If what Teacher Li said wasn't nonsense, then I need to stay away from him immediately, lest I get dragged down by this old scoundrel!
(End of this chapter)