Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 471, Section 52: Provoking the Enemy (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
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After taking a tram and then a minibus, a journey of more than forty minutes, the fine beans finally arrived home.

In front of the apartment room, there was a cardboard box filled with local specialties that my aunt had made.

Fine Bean kicked the box, which made a dull thud, and he nodded in satisfaction.

This is the most upscale apartment building on Kowloon Island, built by Szeto Mei-fung. It has one apartment per floor, and the property management fee is 30 yuan per square meter per month. It is a high-end apartment, but it also guarantees good privacy.

This box of local specialties is an example. The box of local specialties that my aunt sent was delivered by the South Asian security guards and placed at the entrance of the apartment.

He took out his keys, opened the apartment door, and kicked the box into the apartment with all his might. He picked up a pair of dark sunglasses from the shoe cabinet, put them on his nose, and then pressed the switch to turn on the light.

The apartment, which was originally pitch black, has been transformed into a purple world.

In early spring in Hong Kong, the sun doesn't set until 7 p.m., and the sky doesn't turn dark until then.

High-end apartments have the best lighting and ceiling height, but the reason why Fine Bean Apartment is pitch black is because of the wide-leaf metal sunshades on the windows.

The sunshades were all closed tightly, and not a single ray of sunlight could shine through the window.

After closing the door, Fine Bean took off all her coats and stood naked in the purple light.

Medical-grade ultraviolet lamps offer numerous benefits, including inhibiting bacteria and treating skin diseases.

The naked little bean entered the room near the bathroom. Ultraviolet lights were shining on a large flowerpot leaning against the wall, and five or six water pipes were slowly leaking water, dripping onto the rotten wood in the flowerpot.

Colorful mushrooms have grown on the rotten wood. Judging from their colors, after eating them, one will surely lie down and meet one's ancestors.

After observing the growth of the mushrooms on each piece of rotten wood, Fine Bean smiled with satisfaction, turned around and walked out of the room, into the kitchen, took out a boning knife, and opened the box that his aunt had brought.

The box didn't contain Yuen Long's classic local specialty, wife cakes, but rather rows of red mushrooms.

There was a greeting card on the red mushroom. Fine Bean threw aside the small boning knife in his hand, reached out and picked up the greeting card, then smelled it.

The greeting card had a familiar scent, a scent reminiscent of my aunt, like the smell of the sea.

Happy birthday, little cutie!

The ambiguous language pleased Little Bean. He put the greeting card into a collection book, then picked up two red mushrooms and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen contained a full set of West German Gaggenau kitchenware. Two mushrooms were thrown into the blender, and then Fine Bean opened a drawer under the cabinet, took out a box of Mexican hemp, and threw it into the blender.

A bottle of pure water, the kind only labs would use, is poured entirely into a blender.

That wasn't all. Fine-grained beans opened the jar containing coffee beans, took out a handful of roasted coffee beans, threw them onto the all-steel countertop, reached out, picked up a small coffee bean, stared at it for a second, and then threw it into the trash can.

From this handful of coffee beans, I picked out fifteen plump coffee beans, tossed them into the blender, casually closed the lid, pressed the button, and started the blender.

In just thirty seconds, it turned into a pile of mush.

Fine Bean expertly poured the paste from the blender into a glass, closed the lid, took out a straw, inserted it into the glass, and returned to the sofa.

Sitting on the sofa, Xilidou put the water glass on the coffee table, opened the vitamin bottle, poured out two vitamin pills, put them in her mouth, chewed them a couple of times, crushed them, and swallowed them.

The bitter taste of the vitamin pill lingers in the mouth.

Little Bean, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, stretched and took off his ears, placing them on the coffee table next to him.

These incredibly realistic fake ears are from my ancestral home and are worth seven thousand pounds, enough to buy a large tenement building near Sham Shui Po.

After removing the artificial ear, Little Bean's hands were not idle either. He placed his hands on his chest and, with a little force, peeled off the entire piece of skin on his chest, revealing dense scales covering every part of his chest.

Severe ichthyosis is a hereditary disease with no cure!

Fine Bean leaned his head back on the sofa, picked up a water glass, drank the special beverage inside, and then pressed the timer.

The red mushrooms and hemp seeds worked quickly, and the small beans soon entered paradise.

In heaven, phantom pain does not exist, and his parents and sister were not consumed by the fire.

The earthly paradise does not exist, and the illusory warmth brought by the red mushroom special drink will soon come to an end.

Little Bean quickly woke up, let out a comfortable burp, and slowly sat up. He grabbed the timer haphazardly and glanced at the time on it.

Thirty-three minutes and twenty-one seconds!
It was a full seven minutes shorter than last time. Looks like I'll have to add an extra red mushroom next time.

Fine Bean shook his head, picked up an envelope from the coffee table. It was a registered letter from his ancestral home. He tore the letter open and poured out its contents.

The registered letter contained only two things: a three-inch black and white photograph with a large red X drawn on it.

A cross means death, a cross means injury.

The black-and-white photograph contained the target's full information. Fine Bean tossed the photograph aside and picked up another item from the registered letter: a mud code worth half a million!
Once the mud tokens are seen in the mud token hall of the water room, the payment will be made normally.

This deal is worth 500,000, but of course, you wouldn't need that amount to pay those desperate hitmen.

His legs were a little weak, but that didn't stop Little Bean from jumping off the sofa. He went into his study, opened the safe filing cabinet, and found a pile of documents inside.

With his short fingers, he ran over a dozen documents, pointed at one, picked it out, walked to the telephone, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number on the document.

"Hey! Who is it?"

"Hello, I'm Pastor LeBlanc from the Salvation Church. I heard you're in trouble right now. We have available spots for assistance and would like to schedule a time to meet."

Purple light illuminates the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. The man in the painting has an indigo face and a red robe, holds an iron whip, holds the Book of Life and Death in his left hand and a soul-capturing pen in his right hand, and has a solemn expression. Beside him is a tiger with its head bowed and taming.

The background depicts a gloomy scene of the underworld, complete with oil cauldrons, mountains of knives, and countless little devils.

The deity in the painting is Judge Cui Yu, and there is a calligraphy scroll beside him.

The spell of the captivating pen strikes with a startling wind and rain; the Book of Life and Death opens to make even ghosts and gods weep!
Fine-grained judgment is the key.

After a trial period, Longgong chose an auspicious day to officially open for business.

When Handsome Sheng opened his business, all the big water pipe companies that did business with him sent flower baskets to congratulate him, and many of the big water pipe companies that had good relations with him even came to support him in person.

Of course, most of the supporters were Wang's friends and suppliers.

These people were incredibly generous, spending tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands on membership cards, contributing to Young Master Wang's sales volume.

As the mastermind behind the handsome Wen family, Wen Tianchuan, the fourth young master of the Wen family, was not one to stand by and watch the spectacle. He personally attended the event and presented a golden signboard on behalf of the old man Wen, wishing him great success.

The prestigious name alone couldn't showcase the Wen family's wealth and power. Wen Tianchuan directly took out a check for 200,000 yuan and personally handed it to Chi Mengli. He also opened a 100,000 yuan prepaid card in the company's name.

Although Old Man Wen is filthy and rotten, he doesn't skimp on manners or etiquette.

Chi Mengli was also adept at handling formalities. He directly handed the check to the general manager of Longgong and had Wang Dashao's confidant deposit the money into the Wen family's account.

Chi Mengli had seen Wen Tianchuan's photo a long time ago, but this was the first time he had seen him in person. He asked Bishiqiang to find a minor movie star who was willing to sell her body for money to accompany Wen Tianchuan.

You can't be too enthusiastic, but you can't be too unenthusiastic either; you have to find the right balance.

If he's too enthusiastic, Wen Laogui will sense something's wrong; if he's not enthusiastic enough, it will also go against common sense and make Wen Laogui realize something's wrong.

It's clear that Wen Tianchuan is a novice in the world of entertainment. The moment the young movie star leaned in, this fourth young master of the Wen family froze, his soul was stolen, and he obediently went with her.

This is understandable. According to the information, Wen Tianchuan, the fourth young master of Wen family, is a well-behaved gentleman, a bespectacled medical student who is always busy with his studies and internships and has no time to pick up girls.

"Brother Sheng, Lao Fu's Fengtian has arrived."

With a big red flower on his chest and dressed somewhat like a groom, Spinach Dong quickly ran in to report to Chi Mengli.

Today is the opening of Dragon Palace. According to the rules of the underworld, it's like a new flag being planted in the water room. Today is the first day of planting the flag. If it can't hold up, this Dragon Palace nightclub will belong to another organization.

There are rules in the entertainment industry, and there are rules in the underworld.

Even if Young Master Wang is backing him up, he won't break the rules and hand over the Dragon Palace business to the Yau Ma Tei branch to manage.

"It's easier to avoid the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings! They all come looking for trouble on my joyous day!"

Chi Mengli sneered and nodded to Xizai beside him, telling him to gather his henchmen and go have a go at Lao Fu's cronies.

With a dozen or so people with her, Chi Mengli walked out of the Dragon Palace Nightclub and arrived at the small square in front of the main gate.

The small square was already filled with Lao Fu's 49-year-old lads, the blue lanterns, and the leader, Fengtian, with a straw in his mouth, was chatting with a woman.

When Lao Fu's henchmen saw Handsome Sheng appear, they quickly reminded their visiting boss.

Fengtian glanced at Liangzai Sheng and saw that there were only a dozen or so 49s behind him. He moved his mouth, changed the position of the straw in his mouth, and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground.

He picked his nose with his hand, then held out the hand he was picking his nose and shouted at Handsome Sheng, "Brother Sheng, you planted your flag in Temple Street today, which is a slap in my face. No matter what, I have to come and congratulate you."

"Someone, bring my flower basket up."

Old Fu's four sons and the blue lanterns burst into laughter. A few of them, not wanting to miss out on the fun, carried Old Fu's flower basket up.

Yellow flowers, white flowers, black and white funeral couplets, and a black and white photo of Chi Mengli.

(End of this chapter)