Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 516, Section 106: Everything I deserve is what I deserve!
The moment a thought of betrayal arises, the world expands in an instant!

After clearing his mind, Hei Ahu felt refreshed. He stretched, loosened his waist, walked to the exercise area by the window, picked up two dumbbells, and began to exercise.

A pair of ten-kilogram dumbbells flew up and down in his hands. The key to a fighter's livelihood is his fists and feet. If you train them well, you can find the right path and make a name for yourself in Hong Kong.

I did dumbbell exercises for half an hour, then barbell exercises, and finally standing exercises. I worked up a sweat for two hours before finally stopping to rest.

Hei Ahu, panting heavily, sat down in a chair, picked up the bottled water on the table, took a big gulp, picked up the sandwich on the plate, took a big bite, and filled his stomach.

"Drip drip"

The pager on the bedside table went off. Hei Ahu quickly stuffed the sandwich in his hand into his mouth, walked back to the bedroom, and picked up the pager.

According to the numerical code, it was a message from Kou Shui Kun. He quickly picked up the landline phone to check the text message left by Kou Shui Kun.

[Ajiu shipped the goods; three days later, a whole container arrived.]

After hearing the message from the information desk, Hei Ahu hung up the phone, went into the bathroom, took a long, hot shower, changed his clothes, and then left the apartment.

It seems Ninth Sister is going to transport goods!
The thought of Ninth Sister transporting goods brought a smile to Black Tiger's face. The more goods Ninth Sister transported, the more rent he would receive. Moreover, there would be a share of the profits after the goods arrived in Mumbai.

When he went downstairs, he saw Mud Snail leaning against his car smoking in the parking space, and his face immediately darkened.

That good-for-nothing! Damn it, his car is dirty and he doesn't even know to take it to a car wash. What a coward! A complete idiot! He can't do anything right.

Hei Ahu cursed under his breath, his face also looking grim. He walked to the back seat, reached out and opened the car door, only to find it still locked. He completely lost his temper and yelled, "Where's A-Kun?"

Mud Snail threw the cigarette from his mouth to the ground and quickly replied, "Ah Kun went to see Ninth Sister. I happened to have nothing to do, so I came to keep you company, sir."

"Mud Snail, I'm not trying to embarrass you, but you should spend more time managing the business. The betting station's accounts are unclear right now, and the daily commission is only tens of thousands of yuan!"

"Are you kidding me! The younger brother of the betting station in Dongxi gives the big boss a commission of five or six hundred thousand every month, so why do you only get tens of thousands a day when the betting station gets to you?"

"Boss, please have some understanding. I also have to pay my share to the gang. Since you pay less, I can only keep 30% and have to pay the remaining 70% to the gang."

"Like I said, if you can't handle it, then I'll personally oversee the betting station. You can just sit back and collect the winnings!"

Black Tiger had always coveted the lucrative betting station business, but Handsome Sheng had already handed it over to Mud Snail, leaving him disappointed.

“Boss, I don’t have any big boats or small boats. I need to recruit more people. Not everyone can run big boats or small boats. The neighbors need to approve and provide a deposit. Otherwise, they’ll just take the gambling bills and run away with the money. We’ll be left in the dark.”

The mud snail also had its grievances, but it couldn't voice them. The betting station's betting volume was very low now. After all, not everyone could be a big boat bettor. The top bettors had to pay a deposit, and the big boats and the smaller boats also had to pay water fees. It was simply impossible to speed things up! Unless they messed things up themselves!
"Alright! Enough with the nonsense. I think Haniu is the smartest. You take care of the accounts and hand them all over to Haniu. The debts you owe the company will be wiped clean."

"Brothers, don't take it too seriously, let's leave it at that!"

"Take me to the dock!"

Black Tiger was too lazy to listen to Mud Snail's explanation. He opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and let his horseman take him to Taikoo Wharf.

When Mud Snail heard that the betting station was going to be transferred to Haniu, he was stunned. He didn't expect that Black Tiger, that good-for-nothing, would try to kill him.

Pounce on his mother!

Throughout the journey, Mud Snail kept a gloomy face, but Black Tiger, sitting in the back seat, was reading the newspaper. Tonight's match was Ghost King versus White-Faced Gentleman, with odds of 1.2:2.5. Both the fighters and the event experts favored Ghost King. After all, AKB48's matches were no-holds-barred, allowing the use of punches, kicks, elbows, and knees, as well as Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Taekwondo, and Karate.

Ghost King is an all-rounder, proficient in Sanda, ancient boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and karate. As long as Ghost King closes the distance, he will lock you down, thus winning the match.

Currently, Oni-Oh! is ranked first on AKB48's tournament points leaderboard.

Black Tiger is also a trained fighter. It's clear that AKB48's boxing matches are all real, head-to-head battles. Since Ghost King has a better chance of winning, then bet on Ghost King to win.

He told Mud Snail to turn off the music and pick up the walkie-talkie in the back seat. It was the church's communication radio, and anyone in the Yau Tsim Mong district could receive it.

They can even make phone calls on behalf of others, helping the brothers in the gang to communicate quickly.

"Central control, calling Huanxi, calling Huanxi."

"Received from headquarters, please wait a moment."

Who scraped me?

After waiting for a full half minute, a joyful voice finally came through the walkie-talkie.

"Hey, Black Tiger, I checked today's odds, and Ghost King's odds are way too low! Are you guys kidding me?! We've played two games in half a month, and tonight is the third, and the odds are still so low, what's going on?!"

"Brother Hu, this is to patronize my business! Thank you! Thank you!"

A cheerful voice came through the microphone, explaining, "Brother Hu, the odds were calculated by a math professor from the University of Hong Kong, so there's no problem."

"Are you using a company account or a personal account?"

"If it's through a personal account, there's no 2% commission for the junket operator!"

Hearing Huanxi's perfunctory words and his childish attitude, Hei Ahu snorted and said irritably, "Of course, it's in the company account, two hundred thousand, betting on Ghost King to win!"

"Okay! Brother Hu, two hundred thousand. Tonight at eight o'clock, Ghost King versus White-Faced Gentleman, Ghost King wins!"

Placing bets is a big deal, and these gambling addicts all like to settle scores later, so Huanxi repeated it again, and then continued, "Brother Hu, after this bet, you won't have any more credit in your company account."

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, Brother Hu, by saying you don't have the money to pay the bill. I'm just reminding you so as not to delay your chance to make big money."

"I will send the betting slip to your location to ensure everything goes smoothly."

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. Brother Hu, you go ahead and get back to your work!"

Black Tiger was too lazy to pay attention to Huanxi, this scoundrel. He threw the microphone on his seat, took out his cigarette case, put a cigarette in his mouth, and said indistinctly, "Mud Snail, withdraw 300,000 from the account and send it to Dragon Palace Nightclub."

"My luck with money is really good lately. If you stop me from making money, I'll break your legs!"

The mud snail's face turned ashen, but it still nodded, indicating that it would do it.

(End of this chapter)