Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 467, Section 48: Let's Make a Bet
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Seeing Chi Mengli looking at him like he was some crazy guy from Qingshan Hospital, Teacher Li immediately realized that things weren't as simple as he thought.

"So Song poetry is Song Sheng's cannon fodder laid out in the open?"

Teacher Li put the cigar in his mouth onto the ashtray next to him, snapped his fingers, and said thoughtfully.

This child is beyond redemption!

Chi Mengli shook her head. Preconceived notions always lead these self-proclaimed smart people into the mental traps they set for themselves. Everyone lies, let alone people from the martial arts world!
"My nickname in the underworld is Handsome Sheng. Does that mean my surname is Handsome? Or is it a compound surname like Handsome Boy?"

"Who says that Mr. Song must have the surname Song! Even if Mr. Song really does have the surname Song, there is no rule that Mr. Song's daughter must have the same surname as him."

Chi Mengli finished her iced coffee, burped, and put the Double Happiness drink she had been holding between her fingers into her mouth.

That makes a lot of sense. Teacher Li nodded, glanced at the yamen gate again, and realized that the real show was yet to begin. He then said, "Twenty thousand pounds for a fake heiress is a fair deal."

This is cheating!
Seeing that Teacher Li was about to mess with Sanqingzi, Chi Mengli didn't tolerate him and said directly, "I'm just providing a channel to discover the truth of the world; this suggestion is free."

"Teacher Li, you've never been the only buyer. There are too many people who want Song Dynasty poems. Who doesn't love Tang and Song Dynasty poetry!"

"However, since you can help me get a whole bunch of fake pounds, I can give you a discount: Song Ci plus Professor K."

"I hate people who are late, especially when both parties are late!"

“Professor Li, name your price. If this price is to my liking, you might be able to meet Song Ci and Professor K this afternoon.”

Chi Mengli glanced at the gold Rolex on her wrist, checked the time, and discovered that none of the actors who were supposed to arrive on time, whether they were the protagonists or the antagonists, had shown up.

“I have a client who is currently in dire straits. He is getting old and desperate, and needs a small sum of money to retire in the Christian world.”

"In exchange, the customer is willing to sell an old circuit board for five pounds. This circuit board has no future in Europe and America, but it will have a large market in Asia."

"I've been a bit short on cash lately, so I set up a small factory and produced another batch of small-denomination genuine pounds."

"So I have 500 kilograms of pounds in my hands, all of them five-dollar notes, brand new new pounds."

“I can give you 100 kilograms, and a whole set of equipment. We’re all smart people. The waterworks’ patrol horses can’t be short of a few hundred thousand. You’re playing a big game.”

"Looks like someone's in for some trouble!"

Once Teacher Li escaped the mental trap, her intelligence returned to its peak, and she immediately guessed that the person Chi Mengli was after was not the foreigner she was about to meet.

"Deal. I'll throw in a big bonus for you. It's too cruel to separate a couple like this. I'll also include Professor A in my package."

“But I have traitors around me, a lot of them, an astronomical number. They all make a living by leaking my secrets. When I take the goods out of the warehouse, everyone will know.”

"Xi Ren calculated that the mortality rate of Song Ci, Professor A, and Professor K is as high as 300 percent."

"Alright! The real show is about to begin!"

Chi Mengli took off his sunglasses and saw Dazhi, who had won the lottery, jump down from a van that had just come to a stop. He raised his wrist and glanced at the gold-plated car again, only to find that Dazhi was a full five minutes late.

Dazhi was already in place, but the witness protection team's car hadn't arrived yet.

This is a bit unusual!
Teacher Li immediately identified the protagonist of this drama: an ordinary but extremely flustered man.

“I admire Shui Fang. It could have left the quagmire of the Young and Dangerous and become the shadow king of the underworld, but neither Wen Gui nor the current Shen Xian Jin has any such intention.”

"Excuse me, what's so addictive about being a gangster?"

Teacher Li felt very bored. If it weren't for porn, whether it was a TV series or a movie, the male lead would be the soul of the show. But the male lead in front of her was unremarkable and didn't appeal to her.

"Let's make a bet!"

"If you win, I'll agree to your offer; if you lose, I'll raise the price!"

"The guy in front of us is called Xiao Shuai. He won the lottery and received a settlement fee of over 100,000 yuan. However, this handsome guy is not a native of 49; he came from another region."

"I'm Zhuang, Teacher Li, you choose!"

Chi Mengli finished explaining all the key points and then waited for Teacher Li to choose sides.

"I'd rather not choose this handsome guy!"

"The real test is between life and death. Whether someone is a hero or a coward can only be revealed at the critical moment."

"Young man, you're sweating way too much!"

Teacher Li prided himself on his keen eye for people, and he didn't believe that a handsome young man sweating profusely in the cool weather of over ten degrees Celsius could perform the task of assigning tasks in the water room.

In the world of gangsters, there's a lie: if you take the blame, you'll be promoted. Missions that are just for show are never left to the penniless and powerless "49s" (gangsters). For the "49s," their fate is to die and go to jail.

"He's sweating way too much! The cops over there have their eyes on this handsome guy!"

Chi Mengli glanced at it, stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and said with a smile, "Since you've already made your choice, Teacher Li, then I'll choose this scoundrel who can complete the task I assigned."

Police patrol the gates of government offices all over the world, and the uniformed officers standing guard at the Kowloon District Court have already noticed Da Zhi, who is drenched in sweat.

Dazhi got out of the van and stood dumbly on the street, his hand unconsciously reaching for his waist. Even though his jacket was covering it, onlookers could roughly tell that he was hiding something in his bulging pocket.

If there were experienced cops like Wu Shu or Lao Si Jiu, they could tell at a glance that Da Zhi had a pistol on his waist.

This gun was sent by Lazy Ice; the serial number was ground off and the barrel was replaced.

The rifling of this gun barrel has been linked to at least five lives. In other words, whoever takes this gun is the scapegoat, and this money is gone forever.

Dazhi, who was already overweight and would pant after just a few steps, felt even more out of breath now. He quickly pulled back the paparazzi strap around his waist as if he had touched a hot iron.

Across the street, two uniformed police officers at the yamen gate kept their eyes fixed on him. Dazhi felt a little flustered and short of breath, but he quickly turned his head and walked into the alley next to him.

As soon as he entered the alley, he couldn't hold on any longer. He plopped down next to the air conditioner unit, ignoring the water on the ground, and gasped for breath while holding onto the unit.

Dazhi had a very happy three days. The movie stars he had only seen on the big screen in the cinema were lying next to him. He used Indian herbal oil and had pleasure three times in one night. After a night of this, his legs were weak.

He gave his father a sum of money from the tens of thousands of dollars he received, which he used to buy a public housing apartment in Yuen Long. He then spent all the remaining money.

I ate lobster, abalone, and grouper—all kinds of foods I'd never eaten before.

Dazhi even took an afternoon to take the cable car to Victoria Peak and buy the three-color ice cream he had been longing for from the ice cream truck in front of the Governor's Mansion.

After finishing the ice cream, we took the cable car down the mountain and went to the Peninsula Hotel, where we had a French meal.

Simply put, Dazhi fulfilled all the wishes he had in the first half of his life.

A few hundred thousand dollars is just a drop in the ocean in Hong Kong, a huge money pit.

The resettlement allowance is all gone, and time is up.

Da Zhi, armed with a pistol, arrived at Kowloon Island to deal with Greyhound Seven.

The dreamlike moment of extravagance and debauchery came to an end, the adrenaline in his body disappeared, and he woke up from the dream, realizing that the time had come for him to lose his life!
To do it or not!
Dazhi shakily pulled a Red Wan from his shirt pocket, put it in his mouth, and the lighter's flint wheel was not working well. He had to rub it several times before he could light it.

Nicotine enters the lungs through the mouth, and Dazhi, a heavy smoker, unexpectedly coughs violently.

All these reactions confirm one thing: Dazhi has chickened out!

Shall we do it or not?!

The thought crossed Da Zhi's mind for the second time. He looked out from the alleyway and saw that the entrance to the Kowloon District Court was still empty, which made him relax a little.

Hei Ahu knew where his father lived. If he ran away, that scoundrel Hei Ahu would definitely cause trouble for his father.

Putting everything else aside, they definitely have to return the tens of thousands of yuan in resettlement allowance.

My father toiled his whole life in Hong Kong, living in a wooden shack his entire life. He dreamed of owning his own apartment, but his dream was shattered just as it was about to come true, and he was left with a huge loan shark debt.

If it were just his father at home, Dazhi wouldn't be worried, but he also had his younger sister. Although she was adopted, they had lived together for over ten years, and he couldn't bear to see her sold into a brothel.

Dazhi scratched his head in frustration, looking utterly dejected, showing none of the glamour he felt when he won the Hong ticket. When he won the Hong ticket, he felt he was about to make a name for himself.

The gang leader, Handsome Sheng, has a great reputation in the underworld. He's a man of his word, and if you can handle things properly, you're guaranteed a job.

But now he's chickened out; his legs are weak, he can't stand up at all, let alone go out and risk his life with paparazzi.

The cigarette from his mouth fell onto his crotch. Dazhi quickly swatted it off, his eyes bloodshot, staring blankly out of the alleyway.

"So majestic! So majestic! So majestic!"

Police sirens blared, and three cars sped past the alley entrance.

Dazhi quickly looked over and saw that the armored vehicle transporting Greyhound Seven had arrived. He grabbed the air conditioner unit and struggled to stand up, finally managing to do so after several attempts.

For his father's sake, he had to show up, even if the cops smashed his head in, he had to stand up and support him.

(End of this chapter)