Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 524, Section 114: One After Another, Another Takes the Stage (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

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(Ah Xian made a huge, stupid mistake. These two chapters are about Wen Tianxin, not Wen Tianxin! I'm so sorry, everyone!)
That makes sense; Handsome Sheng is indeed taking a risk right now!
If Handsome wants to win, he needs to ensure that his daily turnover exceeds ten million for the next fifteen days. Only then will he have a chance of success.

Otherwise, the loans from Hang Seng Bank alone would be enough to crush him, Handsome Winner.

Although Fu Wenpei has already received a rebate from Liangzaisheng, she will absolutely not lend a helping hand when Liangzaisheng falls from grace. This is just business, and everyone is an adult who needs to be responsible for themselves.

"Don't send it to the Taikoo warehouse. Send a notice to Handsome Sing. Have the law firm issue it now. Draft it and make sure it reaches Handsome Sing. Tian Chuan, you know Handsome Sing well and have dealt with him before. Make sure you see Handsome Sing sign the notice."

"Can you handle it, Tianxin?"

Fu Wenpei looked at Wen Tianxin, wanting this good-for-nothing scoundrel to give her accurate information.

Wen Tianxin was naturally happy to avoid the cold air in the cold storage, especially since his little darling was making sweet soup and called him, insisting that he come home and try it.

It's hardest to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman. Even if it meant going through fire and water, he would still go to drink the sweet soup. Besides, she's a month pregnant now, which is the most dangerous time. He can't rest easy without keeping an eye on her.

That damned woman, Zhou Miaoyun, is arrogant and haughty. Relying on Sir Zhou as her backer, she doesn't give me any face at all. However, for the sake of Sir Zhou's reputation, I'll just put up with it.

But what Wen Tianxin couldn't tolerate was that this woman was a barren hen. Although he wasn't often home, he still cultivated the land normally, about three or four times a month.

But Zhou Miaoyun's land was not fertile at all; not even a single weed could grow there, let alone fruit.

What a jerk!

The Wen family's assets are estimated to be worth over a billion. If he can't have a son, the money will go to his other brothers, and he doesn't want to end up with nothing.

"Okay! I'll go find Handsome Sheng right now and have him sign the notification letter."

"But Auntie, where are you planning to ship the goods? At this time of year, it seems difficult to find a cold storage facility!"

Wen Tianxin readily agreed, but then he thought that finding a new cold storage facility at this time would not be very convenient. If it was a last-minute decision, he might as well use the cold storage facility at Taikoo Wharf.

Of course, it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. Fu Wenpei had secretly bought the new cold storage facility beforehand, but she put the name of the new cold storage facility under Wen Tianchuan's name. She transferred a lot of the group's cold storage business to this new cold storage facility.

She didn't mention it before because someone needed to bring it up and help cover for her.

“There is a backup plan, which is also a long-term supplier of the group. I previously noted in the contract that this is a backup plan, and it can be activated as soon as the notification letter is delivered.”

"A mix of deception and reality, reality and deception. As long as Handsome Sheng isn't sure which plan we're using, he won't have a chance to pull any tricks. Gangsters can't be trusted!"

Although the previous conversation with Handsome Sheng was very pleasant, and Handsome Sheng delivered a box of money as agreed, this guy is a gangster who lives on the edge of a knife. If something goes wrong, he will definitely find someone to take the blame.

Fu Wenpei doesn't want to share bad luck with Liangzai Sheng, so she needs to be on guard when necessary.

"My aunt is so thoughtful!"

"I'm going to the law firm right now. I'll have them do the job and personally deliver the notice to Handsome Sheng. See you at home!"

"Auntie, I'll go do my work first." Seeing that Fu Wenpei had already considered all aspects, Wen Tianxin had nothing to say. He took off his mink coat, tossed it to his assistant, said goodbye, and turned to leave.

If I don't get my job sorted out, I definitely won't be able to go home!
Fu Wenpei shook her head, yawned, and continued to watch the employees work.

What Fu Wenpei didn't know was that 300 meters away from her, a pastor in work clothes was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting to drive.

Cats have their ways, and dogs have theirs. The pastor, following the rules of the underworld, became a temporary worker in the Wen family's caravan. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he watched as Wen family employees loaded dried sea cucumbers into the back of the car.

The territory was peaceful and calm, and business was booming. The pastor was very satisfied. The brothers were all dressed in gold and silver and each had a car to drive.

No longer are we in such a sorry state as before, when we could only eat roast goose and roast pork after the worship ceremony, and Grandpa would give each of us a small piece.

The good life and lucrative opportunities we enjoy now are all thanks to Handsome Sheng. He gives us orders, and we have to work hard to make ends meet.

In the pastor's eyes, this is perfectly reasonable: he takes people's money to solve their problems, and he earns his living by working himself to the bone.

“Potato, the truck is full. Go to warehouse number three in Tseung Kwan O and drive the truck in. Here’s the pass and some documents. The people at the cold storage need to sign. As long as those bastards sign, there won’t be any problems.”

The manager in charge of the convoy quickly walked to the driver's seat, handed the pass and documents to the pastor, and gave him a few more instructions because he was a newcomer.

The pastor smiled, nodded, took the documents and pass, and called out to the convoy manager who was about to leave: "Manager, this is a small token of my appreciation. Happy New Year!"

The pastor handed over a black plastic bag containing two red ribbons.

In Hong Kong now, only nostalgic people like to smoke cigarettes from Chinese cigarette factories. Most young people and office workers have followed the trend and are now smoking Marlboro.

Two red roosters now cost nearly 500 yuan, which is more than enough as a simple token.

The team manager glanced at the substitute potato with suspicion. This guy was introduced by an acquaintance and was only there to fill in. But he still opened the black plastic bag and saw two packs of cigarettes inside.

"How embarrassing!"

"Don't worry, Potato. A few people in the team will be reaching the age limit soon. As soon as there's a vacancy, I'll call you right away. You drive steadily and have a good temperament, so you'll definitely be fine!"

The team manager, who was getting two packs of cigarettes for free, suddenly took a liking to the young man in front of him. He was reliable and quick-witted, and the team was in need of someone like him.

“Thank you, Manager!”

The pastor nodded, waved goodbye to the convoy manager, but instead of driving off immediately, he jumped out of the car, checked the tires, and then looked at the lead chain on the rear door. After confirming that everything was in order, he jumped back into the driver's seat and drove away.

The team manager, standing to the side, was deeply moved by this scene. He thought that if all his subordinates were such diligent and quick-witted individuals, he would certainly have far fewer worries.

Old Zheng, who was in the convoy, was a gambler and a drunkard all day long, relying on the fact that his father was an old friend of the Wen family who came to Hong Kong from Tianjin.

Fired is out of the question, but making him give up his driver's position is possible. Once the person is removed from the fleet, we can recruit this reliable guy, Potato, into the fleet.

(End of this chapter)