Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 470, Section 51: A Complete Mess (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

(Thanks to Wardrobe Guest, Bald Song, for his support. Wishing him invincible victory and a chicken dinner!)
Jia Ning TV Station!
It would have been very easy for the Lin family to obtain a television station license, but now that Jianing Television has gone bankrupt, holding this free-to-air television license is meaningless.

However, the television license held by the Lin family has a very big hidden danger, namely that educational films must be broadcast during prime time (9 pm to 11 pm).

TVB, being a seasoned veteran, immediately realized what to do: launch an additional channel to broadcast educational films all day. This would have two advantages: it would increase viewership, since Hong Kong has many wealthy and middle-class people.

You could buy an extra TV and place it in the small living room so that the children can watch age-appropriate variety shows and educational programs.

In the signed licensing agreement, the foreigners did not restrict the number of channels, and even welcomed them, because more channels meant more money to be made.

Television advertising is also subject to the highest tax rate of 45%, but there are reductions and exemptions, so even when all is added up, it still amounts to 36%.

Lin Juzi never had high hopes for his second son and invested very little in him.

The investments made by Jardine Matheson and the Ho family (Hong Kong Radio) were pitifully small, merely to facilitate future loans; Lin Ershao essentially gave them away for free to Jardine Matheson and the Ho family.

Hang Seng Bank is not a business exclusive to the Lin family. The Lin family is only the major shareholder. After the eldest son's death, the second son only became a listed director. Like the Xu family, the Lin family began to acquire land in the core area of ​​Hong Kong and put the money into a foundation, acting as a sub-landlord.

Simply put, Jia Ning doesn't have enough money to sustain two programs, even though the children's channel is profitable and has very low operating costs.

Even a hero can be brought down by a penny, and the young master is no exception!
Chi Mengli kept this idea in mind. Hang Seng Bank was a good target, and so was Caring Bank.

Guo Guohao agreed with Chi Mengli's idea that if they wanted to have a comfortable time during the election of the leader of Hutchison Whampoa, they would have to take sides, since Hutchison Whampoa had been fighting for almost a year.

The O-Division employees realized that instead of trying to cover things up, they should take sides directly. They would first select a candidate and then help them attack the opponent. The candidate they chose had to be a very rational, moderate gangster, a gangster who wanted to do business.

After much deliberation, the eldest brother, Cheng, who was single-mindedly focused on making money, came into the sights of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB).

Now, the place run by the big boss is being checked every day. They're constantly checking licenses, ID cards, and trying to recruit people.

The big bosses who support Boss Yuan are all dissatisfied and demand that he stop causing trouble and focus on doing business.

"That's a great idea. I'll give Andy Lau a piece of my mind. That scoundrel is almost retired from the business. He's so old, yet he still has to come out and compete. What a loser!"

Guo Guohao took a sip of mineral water, cursed, and took out a cigarette. Using the lighter that Chi Mengli was constantly fiddling with, he lit his cigarette.

"There's been a lot going on at the police station lately; they're all watching me."

"The Ministry of the Interior has already taken action. The Scotland Yard, under Shapison's orders, is to find Song Sheng and plant a needle in the police station. He's got a death wish!"

"Tell me what information you have so I can arrange the necessary personnel."

The trouble with A-Zai was a huge blow to Kwok Kwok-ho, but it was understandable. However, he now doesn't trust people who have climbed out of the housing estates. They are all short of money, so why should he screen them all?
The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) already lacks manpower to manage triad members, and now they have to investigate their own people. They are willing but unable to do so!
"I think the ghost woman who traveled with me to the Haojiang River has already passed on my information. I have found the general location of the judge, but I still haven't found the specific name."

“There is only one data shredding company in Hong Kong, and the five recent murderers who are suffering from terminal illnesses are all people who were refused insurance by insurance companies. Suing the insurance companies requires waiting and scheduling.”

"Most of these murderers, who were suffering from terminal illnesses, didn't have time to wait."

"The document shredding work for these five insurance companies was all handled by a data shredding company designated by the Department of Justice."

"There are enough points of cross-evidence; Inspector Guo, you're eligible for another promotion."

Chi Mengli told him everything she knew, then coughed and continued, "I recently heard that the professor is about to make his move. Once I have concrete information, I will send a text message to the pager we use to communicate."

"What's the outcome of Ruan Wen's matter?"

Upon hearing the name Ruan Wen, Guo Guohao's face darkened immediately, and he replied, "I sent the photo to my old acquaintance, and he said that this is not Ruan Wen; to be precise, this is not the Ruan Wen he knows."

“Nguyen Van arrived in Hong Kong by ship, but the shipping company reported that a woman fell into the water after the ship left Cam Ranh Bay. The old contact confirmed with a photo that it was indeed Nguyen Van.”

"The fake Nguyen Van has disappeared; we haven't been able to find her."

The darkness under the lamp allowed others to take advantage of the situation, which was a great humiliation for Guo Guohao. Fortunately, no major trouble ensued, otherwise he would have lost another key figure.

"I know! I'll investigate slowly!"

"If you have any news about the judge, remember to let me know."

Ruan Wen is long dead, so of course he can't be found. As long as Chi Mengli doesn't develop dementia, he won't forget the person he personally killed.

"Hand the matter over to the Criminal Intelligence Division. Once the tracking team is on board, there won't be any problems."

"We need to get the professor sorted out as soon as possible. There are a bunch of cases that require his approval. Just seizing a lot of goods without finding the ringleader is not enough to get a verdict!"

"Everyone, from top to bottom, is dissatisfied and is demanding that I close the case."

Now Nine-Tailed Fox is very cooperative and has revealed a lot of information. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) and the Narcotics Bureau have jointly dismantled many of the professor's secret warehouses. The total weight of the pork is a full two tons.

But now, with these two tons of cargo, no one is stepping up to support it, and that won't do.

Guo Guohao must find one of the three professors and make him/her step forward to take the blame.

"Hong Kong is so big, surrounded by small islands. Maybe these three professors are hiding there living like Robinson Crusoe. Do you expect me to go up there and find them?"

"Take a look at this first!"

Chi Mengli rummaged in her pocket, took out the counterfeit pounds she had collected from the parking lot, and threw them at Guo Guohao.

Unaware of what was going on, Guo Guohao quickly put down his fishing rod, caught the banknote, opened it with a puzzled expression, checked the security features, and said, "What's going on? There's nothing wrong with this banknote!"

Hearing Guo Guohao say that there was no problem with the counterfeit pounds he had thrown over, Chi Mengli was helpless. He said, "Boss! Brother Hao! Stop messing with me!"

“Take it back and find a counterfeit money expert; they’ll see right through it.”

"At the money exchange counter in the water room, they only touched the banknotes before refusing to exchange them, saying that the banknotes were counterfeit."

The money changers control most of the money exchange booths in Hong Kong. The staff at these booths are more familiar with the mainstream banknotes from various countries than the tellers at HSBC and Standard Chartered, and can tell the real from the fake with just a touch.

Since the scoundrel from the water room had already confirmed it, Guo Guohao believed it with some skepticism.

"Tourists can't be targeted! Even if a suspect is identified, they can't be handcuffed."

"These counterfeiters mostly sell their goods to tourists. If your stall receives it, you can only blame yourself for the loss!" Guo Guohao crumpled the counterfeit pound note worth twenty yuan into a ball and threw it to Chi Mengli, telling him to accept his bad luck.

"This is the eighth bill I've received this week. It shouldn't be from a backpacker, because the first thing backpackers do after getting off the plane is to exchange their money at the exchange shop in Kai Tak Airport according to the market rate."

“Yau Ma Tei isn’t a place for Shanghainese to have fun. Besides, the young masters of Shanghainese prefer to use US dollars rather than British pounds.”

"That is to say."

"In other words, someone is distributing goods in Hong Kong."

Upon hearing Chi Mengli's deliberately drawn-out tone, Guo Guohao immediately realized what was happening, and his eyes sharpened instantly.

This kind of counterfeit money case is the least dangerous and the most rewarding. As long as the case can be successfully closed, I can become an official student registered with the Overseas Colonial Department.

Guo Guohao, who had only ever wanted to be an official, suddenly perked up and snatched back the counterfeit twenty-pound notes that Chi Mengli was holding in her hand.

Chi Mengli leaned back in her folding chair, looking at the surging waves in front of her, and continued, "Guo sir, is there any new information about the piglet case involving Robin?"

"Didn't the Nine-Tailed Fox talk about that family photo?!"

Guo Guohao first put away the counterfeit pounds, then bent down to pack his fishing gear. Today was a rare holiday, but he had been sitting for most of the day, his butt was sore from sitting, and he hadn't caught a single fish. What bad luck!

"Nine-Tailed Fox has never met Song Sheng. She was raised by Professor A, and she has already provided a portrait of Professor A. I will send you a copy."

"The Nine-Tailed Fox identified all the people in the photo. Apart from the three missing professors, everyone else is dead, including Robin."

"But there's some good news too. She revealed someone she'd never met before. This person was in charge of the female piglet business and was nicknamed 'Spit Sound'."

"Robin always had a supplier, but he never revealed it. He took all the blame himself. He's really loyal!"

When the topic of Robin taking all the blame came up, Guo Guohao's face showed a mocking expression.

All the gangsters claim to be loyal, but few of them are truly so. Once trouble comes, they all become like birds in the same forest, each flying away when disaster strikes.

Having worked for the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) for so many years, Kwok Kwok-ho has seen plenty of fools, but someone like Robin is extremely rare.

"I know, I will be careful."

“I asked Shenxianjin about it, and Shenxianjin told me to focus my attention on the Oak International Terminal. This might be a point of interest for Song Sheng. Changrong Group is Song Sheng’s partner, and they are preparing to cooperate to acquire the terminal.”

"If there are any new discoveries, I'll let you know. Will you come with me on this boat?"

After sitting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, not a single fish had taken the bait. Chi Mengli then poured all the bait he had prepared into the sea, threw the mineral water bottle into the bait bucket, and packed it up to take away.

Guo Guohao shook his head. He had brought his own large speedboat and didn't need to hitch a ride.

Chi Mengli nodded, took her equipment, and boarded the ship.

Guo Guohao also boarded his speedboat. A dark cloud was drifting over in the distance, and it was very likely to rain. He had to hurry back to Hong Kong.

"Small-grained beans, new order, get it sorted!"

"Let's have dinner together tonight. I found a cheap and delicious street food stall. I haven't had snails in a long time, so let's eat our fill this time!"

A rugged-looking middle-aged man pushed open the office door, which had been converted from a storage room, threw a thick stack of files onto a peeling desk, and invited his colleagues behind the desk to have a big meal together.

Literally, "fine grain" means small particles, and it describes a short stature.

This perfectly describes the man behind the desk; Little Bean is less than 1.2 meters tall, sitting cross-legged on an executive chair with exposed cotton and springs.

The black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, with lenses as thick as the bottom of a soda bottle, added even more humor to the already comical little bean.

The ten fingers are only the size of a six or seven-year-old child, but that doesn't stop them from turning the pages of the document.

"There are even more pitiful ones now!"

Fine Bean shook his head, picked up the blue stamp on the table, and forcefully stamped it onto the already invalidated insurance file.

"There's nothing I can do! If you ask me, these idiots are just brainless! Every insurance company hires at least a hundred top lawyers, and every single one of them knows how to exploit loopholes to get the insurance company to pay out money! Maybe in their next life!"

The burly man muttered a few complaints, then leaned back against the doorframe, glanced down the corridor, and seeing no one passing by, decided he could slack off a little longer. He continued, "Give me some feedback. Are you going to the food stall tonight?"

Little Bean kept stamping each document with a blue obsolescence reminder stamp, shaking his head to show his attitude: "Another day, not today. Tonight, my aunt is coming from Yuen Long by minibus and bringing me some delicious food."

"If there's delicious food at home, why would I go out to eat at a street food stall? I'm not a fool!"

Upon hearing that his best friend would be enjoying a delicious meal today, the burly man sighed regretfully, waved his hand, and took his leave.

"Bang."

The old office door made a screeching banging sound.

Fine Bean was already used to it. He opened the drawer, took out an egg tart, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it heartily.

He carefully reviewed each of the scrapping documents that were delivered. He was having a bad day; among the documents, there was only one for an 80-year-old woman and two for workers who had suffered lifelong disabilities due to workplace accidents.

These people are not suited for their business and are destined for the grave.

Fine Bean stamped all the documents with a blue "discard" stamp, then jumped off the chair, stepped onto a small stool he had prepared beforehand, took the documents from his desk, changed his clothes, took the official documents, and left his office.

The clock had already struck six, and there were only three minutes left until he could leave work. Once he delivered these documents to the grave, he could go home on time.

For paper, a shredder is its grave.

The colleague who managed the shredder, whom I've known for a long time, used a guillotine to cut off the seam and then pushed it into the large shredder.

Three minutes later, the written materials turned into irregular thin strips of paper.

After watching the documents he delivered turn into waste paper and be stuffed into a sack, Xilidou said goodbye to his colleagues and went to the time clock to clock in, ending his busy day.

(End of this chapter)