Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 500, Section 90: Testing the Waters

"Brother Hu, let me have a chat with Sister K."

"Please do me a favor."

With outsiders present, Ninth Sister couldn't speak up and could only tell Black Tiger to leave first.

Black Tiger considered himself to have a little bit of gentlemanly manners, but before he left, he still reminded her, "Miss Jiu, the docks are in high demand right now. Your number gang doesn't want it, but Sun Kee and Wo Luen Shing are scrambling to get it."

"It's too cold here, let's go outside and chat!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the cold storage.

Baihe followed Hei Ahu and the others until they reached the second gate. After everyone had left, Baihe whistled to remind his boss that everyone had been cleared out and they could speak freely.

It was so cold! Shivering, Ninth Sister took out her cigarettes, put them in her mouth and lit two. She kept one for herself and handed the other, a Sobranie menthol cigarette with saliva on it, to Professor K.

What do you think?

As the nicotine entered her lungs, Ninth Sister felt a little warmer and asked a question.

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, you have to take it out and put it to the test!"

"Among these gangsters, Black Tiger's price is neither high nor low. He's a naive kid who's never seen the world. These kinds of naive kids are the most troublesome because no one can stay naive forever. Once he wakes up one day, he'll definitely come looking for trouble with us."

Professor K felt helpless. He was afraid of encountering incompetent people in business, and cooperation was based on trust.

"What the hell are you talking about? I think your brain's been sucked by Miss Bai and some kind of idiot!"

"Damn it! We're a fan club. Even your brilliant boss only lasted less than five years. We're all adults, and no one should make plans that last more than six months."

"When I get home tonight and lie in bed, I'm not even sure if I'll be able to open my eyes the next morning!"

Don't overthink it!

"If this idiot realizes what's happening, he'll just raise the price. There are very few stable noodle stalls now, and Black Tiger, that good-for-nothing, won't dare to turn against us."

"Let's send out a batch of goods first and see how it goes. If it's successful, then we'll continue."

"that's all!"

Ninth Sister was very curious about Professor K's thought process. Those who opened powder stalls had an average lifespan of no more than a year. They all opened in January and ended up in jail in August.

Thinking too much is just plain stupid.

Professor K wanted to refute, but then he thought about it again and realized that Ah Jiu was right. His boss was just like Zhuge Liang in the storytelling, and now his whereabouts were still unknown, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Overthinking makes it difficult to achieve great things.

After discussing it, the two walked out of the cold storage. The moment they stepped out, the cold air on their bodies was swept away, and they both stomped their feet in unison.

After about five minutes, the chill on her body completely dissipated. Ninth Sister took off her military green cotton coat and said, "I need a warehouse with lights and electricity."

"The rent will be calculated based on market prices, and we will rent for six months initially."

"Can you handle it?"

When business comes knocking, there's no reason not to do it. Black Tiger nodded and made an OK sign to indicate that there was no problem.

Old Man Wen handed over the dock to him, and besides overseeing the business, he was also entrusted with the operation. After taking over, he had to make the business a success.

If the dock is still as deserted as before, why would the boss want you to come in?

"Let's give it a try and see if your Brother Hu is really a sage, or as amazing as the legends say!"

"I'll deliver the agreed-upon amount to your place tonight. As for the rest, I'll call your pager."

“Brother, arrange one for me, so that when I can’t get a chance to meet your brother, Ah Hu, I’ll have no one to talk to.”

Ninth Sister extended her fist, raising her thumb and ring finger to form a six, a gesture known as "a promise is a promise" in the Hongmen (Triads) hand gestures.

Although Hei Ahu had not learned the complete set of Hongmen hand gestures, formation diagrams, tea ceremony, and nameplates, he could still understand these simple Hongmen hand gestures, so he readily made the same gestures and joined in with Ninth Sister.

"Done! I guess I don't need to go to the law firm to sign the contract? Sometimes the Hongmen are more efficient than the big bosses! It's unbelievable!"

"This is my younger brother, Koo-spit Kun. Call him if you need anything. Ah Kun, give the pager number to Ninth Sister. Tell me if it's important, but you can handle the rest yourself!"

"I don't think you, Ninth Miss, have time to eat and drink with me. Let's call it a day."

"Ah Kun, you take Ninth Sister and the other two to check on the warehouse. I have other things to do. Let's have tea together sometime."

Black Tiger can't meet with Ninth Sister too often. Even if Handsome Sheng doesn't know, the cops will notice. Although he's just a taxi driver, his file at the police station is taller than a person. If they make a fuss, he'll definitely be in big trouble.

Now that we've finished discussing the numbers, I can leave.

Watching Black Tiger and his men leave, Ninth Sister and Professor K sneered but did not stop them. They followed behind Spitwater Kun and began to inspect the warehouse.

The warehouse that Kou Shui Kun showed the two of them was very large, with lights and electricity, as well as a row of stainless steel handwashing sinks.

Ninth Sister was very satisfied and nodded, then asked Kou Shui Kun for the key.

Kou Shui Kun gave his answer readily; the big shots had already discussed the numbers, so he didn't need to make any decisions on his own.

"Thank you!" "It's just a small token of my appreciation. Please take it with you for tea."

Ninth Sister reached into her pocket, pulled out a cash wallet, pointed out two large gold bull bills, and handed them to Saliva Kun.

"Thanks, sir. This is my pager number. Call me if you have any problems!"

Kou Shui Kun wasn't stupid, but he also adhered to his professional ethics. Jiu Guniang was generous with the money, and he was generous in return. He wouldn't send messages to the boss until midnight.

He said hello and then turned to leave.

"Find someone to keep an eye on this bastard. If he makes any moves, take him down."

Ninth Sister watched Kou Shui Kun leave and instructed Bai He to do his job: if Kou Shui Kun was going to betray them, then kill the bastard.

Bai He nodded, turned around and gave his henchman a few instructions, telling him to keep an eye on Kou Shui Kun.

"Beautiful lady, are you satisfied with this warehouse?"

Ninth Sister put her arm around Professor K's shoulder and jokingly asked for his opinion.

"Excellent! You deserve the credit this time."

Professor K was also all smiles, gave Ninth Sister a thumbs up, and praised her verbally.

"Going back to the bar for a drink?"

Ninth Sister glanced at her diamond watch and realized it was only 2 p.m., still early. She thought she might as well find a place to have a drink, then go home for a nap, and go out to have some fun later in the evening.

"No! My boss taught me to strike while the iron is hot."

Professor K glanced back at his bodyguards and assistants, nodded to them, and told them to get to work.

Upon receiving the order, the bodyguard took out a walkie-talkie from his waist and said softly, "Rat, the location is set up, get to work."

Hearing Professor K's words, Ninth Sister was a little confused. She did not expect that Professor K had made a time difference and was preparing to press on in one go.

"Drip drip"

Less than a minute later, a Volvo van appeared in front of Ninth Sister and Professor K. A person jumped out of the driver's seat and rushed in front of Professor K before he could even stand properly.

"Boss, I'm here! Finally, I can get some work done! I've been so idle lately, my hands are itching to get to work."

The driver steadied himself, raised his hand, and saluted Professor K.

"Stop babbling! Get to work."

Professor K, with a cold face, told the driver to hurry up and get to work, and not to waste time.

Professor K's bodyguard opened the warehouse door, turned on the lights inside, the driver jumped into the truck, turned it around, and drove the truck into the warehouse unloading pit platform.

The truck drove into the warehouse, and Professor K left her bodyguards outside. Her relationship with Ninth Sister meant she didn't need to worry about being double-crossed; she only needed to keep an eye on the cops.

The group entered the warehouse, and the cargo door of the Volvo truck opened, with four henchmen dressed in denim overalls jumping out of the cargo box.

After the four henchmen jumped out of the car, they spotted Professor K and quickly ran over, shouting "Aba aba aba" while gesturing wildly with their hands.

I know! Get things done! Everything as usual!

Professor K knows sign language; otherwise, she would be easily manipulated by Song Ci. She can communicate normally with these mute people.

Upon receiving the "everything is as usual" gesture, the four mute men were overjoyed, gave an OK sign, and immediately began unloading the goods.

Two delivery carts were unloaded and neatly parked in the platform area. Then, they were immediately divided into two groups: one group moved the goods while the other unloaded them.

Sacks of nylon filled with laundry detergent were carried to the cargo box, loaded onto the truck by a second team, and piled up in a corner.

Professor K, standing to the side, was not idle either. She used her notebook to carefully record the number of each batch of goods unloaded.

Ninth Sister yawned. Feeling bored, she walked to the side, sat on the step stool of the Volvo truck, took out a cigarette, and leisurely began to smoke.

The fifty bags of laundry detergent were piled up like a small mountain.

The truck driver took out a thick stack of industrial masks, first handing one to Professor K with both hands, then giving two masks to Ninth Sister and White Crane, and finally giving them to the four mute men.

Everyone in the warehouse wore industrial masks, and the four mute men also put on rubber gloves, turning on all the taps and blasting the water at maximum flow.

The oldest mute man took out a handmade knife, cut open the laundry detergent bag, reached inside, and pulled out a large square wrapped in cling film.

The electronic scale was ready. Dumb Man No. 1 laboriously carried a large piece of pork (ice) onto the scale. After waiting for a second and seeing that the numbers on the scale stopped changing, he made a few hand gestures.

50 kilograms

Professor K nodded, wrote down the first number in his notebook, and told the mute men to continue.

Mute Number Two threw the laundry detergent bag aside and told Mute Number Three to pour all the laundry detergent into the sink, while Mute Number Four put the pork on the shelf.

With the four working closely together, they produced three tons of pork.

Three tons and ten kilograms! Just like when it left the warehouse, Professor K breathed a sigh of relief. This batch consisted of older members who knew their limits, so there was no need for open discussion or strict discipline.

(End of this chapter)