Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 529, 119: Danger is Opportunity (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Licenses for private cemeteries are difficult to obtain; it took Dan Sijie a week to get them. In exchange, private cemeteries must set aside an area to provide the municipal government with 1,000 columbarium niches free of charge.

Chi Mengli had no reason to refuse such a virtuous deed.

To put it simply, this kind of columbarium niche is just a cement wall, with each compartment just big enough to hold a vase, and the cost is negligible.

"Brother Sheng!"

Acong walked up to Chi Mengli and handed him a Guan Gong mask.

“The project is progressing a bit slowly. Brother Acong, you must keep a close eye on it. The incinerator on the basement level will arrive next week. It’s equipment that I specially purchased from West Germany. It can burn diesel fuel.”

"When the salesperson introduced it to me, he said that as long as you press a button, it can shoot out flames and the temperature can rise to thousands of degrees in a second. Even the elixir of immortality of Laozi can be refined into molten copper."

Chi Mengli took the Guan Gong mask from A Cong, put it on her face, and followed A Cong into the main building and took the elevator.

The elevator was specially designed with only a button for the negative one. Acong took out a special key, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it to the left, and the elevator continued to descend.

As soon as the elevator arrived at the second basement level and the doors opened, a damp, musty smell rushed into the elevator. Even with the exhaust fan constantly blowing air out, it couldn't completely eliminate the unpleasant musty odor.

Chi Mengli took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose, continuing to examine the secret warehouse that covered 3,000 square meters.

The decor here is very simple, with a pure prison style. The floor is only tiled, the walls are plastered with cement, and the incandescent lights overhead shine with a slightly glaring light. It is a one-to-one replica of the ancestral hall and prison cell.

This 3,000-square-meter area is divided into two areas. One side has iron bars, small cells divided by plasterboard, a bed, and a stainless steel toilet.

On the other side is a safe made of reinforced concrete, with two power supply systems. As soon as the safe's security door is closed, the oxygen inside will be sucked out, making it impossible to secretly pass through.

The henchman on the second basement floor saw Chi Mengli and Ah Cong enter. Just as he was about to speak, Ah Cong, quick as a flash, covered his mouth, preventing the henchman from making a sound.

There were only three people locked up in the cell block, and they could be seen at a glance. Chi Mengli didn't need anyone to lead the way. He pulled over a folding chair, walked to Professor A's cell door, placed the chair in front of it, and then plopped down on it.

Professor A, who was lying in bed, had already heard the footsteps. He sat up, looked at Chi Mengli wearing a Guan Gong mask, coughed, and reminded his wife and sister next to him.

"Sir, you look familiar. You weren't hiding your identity when we last met!"

Professor A spoke first; his voice had returned to normal and was no longer as hoarse as before.

Chi Mengli did not remove the mask from her face, but only took off the handkerchief covering her mouth and nose, and replied with a smile: "I still remember the last time we met. Professor, your demeanor is still as charming as ever, which is truly enviable."

"I've come today to tell you some great news, some really great news."

good news? !

Professor A burst into laughter. "I'm at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board. Whether I stick my neck out or not, I'll still get cut. Where's the good news?"

"Believe it or not!"

"Recently, someone offered to pay for your life, Professor. The price was very reasonable, so I agreed."

“But you cheated my younger brother, making us burn a lot of paper money all night. We have to settle this score, and the money for your life doesn’t include this.”

"You need to give me an explanation, give my younger brother an explanation."

Chi Mengli put the handkerchief into her pocket, took out a cigarette case, picked out two cigarettes, lit them both, placed one on the shelf by the iron railing, and offered one to Professor A.

"May I ask who paid for my life?"

Professor A picked up a cigarette from the shelf and found it was a Double Happiness brand. He hadn't smoked in a long time, so he awkwardly put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and let the smoke swirl around in his body before exhaling through his nostrils.

"I'm sorry! No comment!"

Chi Mengli crossed her legs, shook her head, and indicated that she had no comment.

Professor A sighed helplessly. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. This isn't his home turf, so he can't act arrogantly here.

"The buyer won't reveal their identity, but sir, sir, at least tell me how we should resolve this little misunderstanding?"

Chi Mengli took a puff of her cigarette and grinned. This Professor A in front of her was a master of playing dumb. He had already made his point clear, yet Professor A still had to ask unnecessary questions. Chatting with smart people was exhausting.

“Easy to solve. I’ll cut off one of your hands and leave a mark on Miss Song’s face, and our little misunderstanding will be resolved.”

"Do it!"

Chi Mengli threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, letting Acong do it. But he was still humane, after all, Professor A hadn't finished smoking yet, so he continued, "Ladies first, let's wait until Professor A finishes smoking before we start."

Ah Cong ordered the henchmen guarding the cell behind him to open Song Ci's cell door. He went into the cell, grabbed Song Ci by the hair, and dragged the young lady out, preparing to take action in front of Professor A.

"Wait a minute! Sir, I can tell you're not here for revenge. We're all men of the martial world, there's no need for knives and guns. Let's keep the peace."

"Name your price, and I will not haggle."

Professor A felt helpless when he saw that the group of people in front of him were serious. It was like a scholar encountering a soldier; there was no way to reason with them.

"Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand; originally there is nothing, so where can dust alight?"

"We're all just navigating the mundane world; nobody can live without money."

“Professor A, some people in the underworld say that you, Professor A, are richer than Ho Tung. We scoundrels are just poor peasants who risk our lives for money.”

"I was truly amazed when I saw Professor A's vault last time! If you want Miss Song to be safe, then you'll have to build another vault."

Chi Mengli is short of money right now. Hang Seng Bank and Jardine Matheson, those two bloodsuckers, have been clinging to him and sucking his blood. He cut the 60 million that Ninth Sister brought in half, giving 30 million to each of them, before they finally shut up for a few days.

He needs a big tap to replenish his ammunition.

"I put ten water room vouchers in a hidden compartment in the central storage box of the yacht club in Sai Wan. They were all top-tier silver notes worth two million each. Twenty million should be enough to buy the safety of my wife's face."

“Cabinet 19B is in the mezzanine on top of the cabinet; you can find it there.”

At the critical moment, Professor A did not hesitate to spend his money, handing over his most valuable possessions in exchange for his wife's face remaining unharmed.

"not enough!"

Chi Mengli shook her head and told Professor A to continue generating gold coins.

“I parked a van in the North Point car park. The floor inside the van was full of yellow goods, weighing about 200 kilograms.”

"The license plate number is J7865!"

Professor A didn't haggle; to save his beloved wife's face, he contributed another treasury.

"Let go!"

"Professor A, your wife's bill has been settled. Now let's calculate yours."

Chi Mengli took out another cigarette case, put another cigarette in her mouth, and continued to exploit Professor A.

Ah Cong obediently put down the thin knife in his hand, but did not loosen his grip on Song Ci's hair.

The henchmen behind him pushed over the coffin that had been prepared in advance, locked Song Ci's hands and feet with handcuffs, and sealed his mouth with transparent tape.

"Professor A, I am a man of my word. In 26 hours, Miss Song will be truly free. This may very well be the last time you and your husband see each other. Cherish this time and say goodbye."

"Of course, if you're willing to contribute some more money, I can also give you a very secluded space so you can have some fun and have a farewell sex session!"

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Chi Mengli remarked with a sigh, "Mandarin ducks playing in the water is a beautiful sight, but the thought of them flying away together is a bit sad."

"Thank you! I don't think I need it!"

"Sir, I haven't smoked in a long time, could I have another one?"

Professor A rejected the man's offer, wanting only to satisfy his nicotine craving again.

With so many gold coins appearing, Chi Mengli had no reason to refuse. He took out a Double Happiness cigarette from his pack, lit it with a lighter, and handed it over, looking at Professor A with a half-smile. Seeing the man extend his hand, Professor A clenched the chicken bone in his palm.

Yesterday's dinner was curry chicken legs. He deliberately cracked the chicken bones, pretending to drink the marrow inside, and returned a bunch of fragments, just waiting for this opportunity.

Seeing the man's nonchalant attitude, he hesitated to make a move.

If what this scoundrel said is true, then his rash move will definitely come at a bloody price. Besides, he has witnessed the strength of this thug in front of him. In a one-on-one fight, he is definitely no match for him, unless he finds an opportunity to kill him with one blow.

But such opportunities are really hard to find.

Those few seconds felt like an eternity. In the end, Professor A didn't take action to subdue Chi Mengli. Instead, he silently took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and smoked it in silence.

"I can't read minds, but I can assure you that Professor A's brilliant mind is full of weighing the pros and cons."

"Alright! The deal continues. As long as you make up for my losses and clear up our little misunderstanding, you can keep your arm."

"three two."

Chi Mengli deliberately dragged out the last syllable to disrupt Professor A's train of thought.

“In the Tsim Sha Tsui Sun Rental Villa, room 310, I hid a sum of money and five duffel bags in the secret passage under the wardrobe, but these are all contaminated rice. As soon as they enter the bank, they will cause a ruckus.”

"These five bags all contain genuine Taurus bulls, which should be enough to save my life."

Professor A threw the chicken bone, sharpened in his palm, onto the tile, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and traded five bags of dirty rice for one of his arms.

"make a deal!"

"work!"

Chi Mengli stood up and asked Acong to do something: get Professor A out of the cell.

Ah Cong used the key to open the cell door, tied Professor A's hands and feet with twin leaves, blindfolded him, sealed his mouth with transparent tape, and stuffed him into Song Ci's coffin.

The coffin lid was put on, and a cross knot was tied with an iron chain, which was then secured with a padlock.

"Transport the coffin to the coffin shop in Kowloon Walled City. Tell them that if anyone wants to buy the coffin, they should pay 999 cash plus 1 woman's head as payment, and then give them the coffin."

Once the coffin is inside Kowloon Walled City, everything will be fine. Once the coffin is transported out again, it will have nothing to do with him anymore!

Chi Mengli gave Ah Cong some instructions and then prepared to leave the private cemetery in Tseung Kwan O. This business was tied to Boogie, so even if something went wrong, Boogie would be the one to take the blame.

"Brother Sheng, I just received two suitcases, one of which has a live person inside. I didn't touch it without your permission, sir. What should I do?"

Ah Cong stopped Chi Mengli, who was about to leave, and asked her what to do with the suitcase she had brought back from the Sheraton.

"Xi Ren told me that the inanimate boxes should be put into the vault, with a special token and registration. The customers just leave them with us as storage. We will sell them when the customers pass away."

"As for that live box, Xiren said the person inside is the famous Judge, but I don't think so. If I'm not mistaken, it's very likely that our partner arrested the wrong person and let someone with ulterior motives in."

"Be extra careful lately, a ghost might come knocking on the door tonight."

Judge has been a powerful figure in the Chinese underworld for five or six years. If he were caught by Teacher Li so easily, he wouldn't have been so arrogant for so long.

There's a high chance that the person in that suitcase is a trap, waiting for someone to jump in.

"If we examine it carefully, we might make some new discoveries."

"It's a pity that the newly built warehouse has to be abandoned."

"Move Professor K out, take more men with him, get some more weapons, and let's trap him like a turtle in a jar!"

Whether it's bait or a trap, take a good look at it; you never know, the fish that's been caught might be a big one.

After finishing her explanation, Chi Mengli removed her mask, picked up a cigarette butt from the ground, stuffed it into her pocket, and turned to leave.

Ah Cong looked at the few new henchmen behind him. These were all outlaws from Kowloon Walled City. They quickly nodded, knowing what to do.

After explaining everything, Ah Cong stepped into the elevator, activated the mechanism, and returned to the ground floor.

Xizai stood in the hall and saw Chi Mengli and Acong come out. He quickly came over and said, "Sister Xiren just called to say that Ninth Miss has agreed and the packaged goods have been delivered to the antique shop."

Chi Mengli nodded, indicating that he understood. It was almost time, and he needed to go back to the hotel to change into his formal attire. Tonight, he was to attend Mr. Renekton's farewell banquet.

Ah Cong watched Chi Mengli and Xizai leave, then turned back into the elevator. His eyes were red, and his lips trembled incessantly.

If you have friends who know Ah-Cong well, you'll know what it means when Ah-Cong's eyes turn red, and you'll immediately run away. It's normal for a mentally unstable person to do anything.

"Honey, don't you think this baby outfit is pretty?"

"Our future baby will be so happy to wear such a beautiful dress."

Wang Lizhen, who is less than two months pregnant, is holding Wen Tianxin's hand as they browse a baby clothing store in Lane Crawford department store.

Baby clothes are indeed very beautiful, but it is indeed too early to look at baby clothes when you are less than two months pregnant.

"Ah Zhen, it's a bit too early to look at baby clothes now. We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet, so we can't just buy them randomly."

"How about this, we'll go to the Chanel boutique upstairs and buy you a few bags. In the afternoon, you can go to the Peninsula Hotel for afternoon tea. I've been busy with work lately, so I can't go with you."

Wen Tianxin didn't care about buying a few baby clothes. He would love it whether it was a boy or a girl. After all, it was his first child, and the birth of this child would prove that his fertility was absolutely not a problem.

Therefore, he has recently been fulfilling Wang Lizhen's every request, buying her a new car, a stall, high-end fashion, and even arranging a source of income for Wang Lizhen's younger brother.

As long as Wang Lizhen can give me a baby boy, spending a few million is nothing!
"Busy! Busy! Busy! You're always busy! Brother Xin, you're busier than the Governor of Hong Kong!"

"He's never home, always hanging out with that haggard old woman!"

"Baby! Your dad doesn't care about us, mother and child. Looks like we'll have to swallow our anger from now on!"

Wang Lizhen put on a stern face and made a few sarcastic remarks, complaining that Wen Tianxin never came home.

"Holy crap! What you're saying is absolutely outrageous!"

“The company has a lot of business right now. As the eldest son, I have to be at the forefront. If this deal is closed, our baby will get at least an extra 50 million in the future.”

"Okay! Don't be angry. Housewives say that if you get angry during pregnancy, your baby is more likely to have uneven eyes."

Wen Tianxin has been staying at Tiantian Fishing Farm for the past few days. After get off work, he will first go to Wang Lizhen's house to check on her, stay for half an hour, and then leave to return to the Wen family mansion.

Lately, he's been having sex with Zhou Miaoyun every day, but Zhou Miaoyun's land hasn't reacted at all. It's really bad luck!
Upon hearing that her baby would receive an extra 50 million in the future, Wang Lizhen stopped making a fuss. She put her arm around Wen Tianxin's arm, chose a Chinese-style coat for her baby, and left the baby clothing store after paying.

"Brother Xin, there's something I forgot to tell you. I'm so bored staying at home every day. This can't go on forever! If I wait for you at home every day, I'll become a bitter woman sooner or later."

"I'm not good at business either. I tried opening a flower shop and a coffee shop before, but I lost money every time I opened one. It was a waste of money!"

“An old friend of mine introduced me to a job as a radio host. I only need to record for one hour a day, and I don’t have to work overtime. I can leave as soon as I’m done recording.”

"Let me make it clear beforehand: I am not a housewife. I can be a good wife and mother, but I must have my own career."

“Brother Xin, you and your wife can’t get a divorce anytime soon. I can wait, but when the kids grow up and ask me why I stay at home all day and don’t work, it will be really unreasonable.”

“This is a rare opportunity. I will only go for an hour each day, and it was also agreed beforehand that I can take leave as long as my pregnancy lasts until May.”

"Doctors at Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital also said that a pregnant woman's good mood is essential for a healthy baby."

Wang Lizhen glanced at her watch and realized that there was less than an hour left before her afternoon date. Only then did she confess to Wen Tianxin that she had found a new job.

(End of this chapter)