Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 535, Section 125: Choosing the Right Path!
"Hello, Mr. Chi, Mrs. Chi!"

Renekton didn't believe a word of the nonsense the monofilament knot was spouting. In social situations, nothing is true; a word is spoken and laughed off, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to press the beautiful Chi Tai with any questions about environmental science.

This is the refinement of a gentleman.

“I witnessed Mrs. Chi’s generosity just now. I think those scoundrels in Hong Kong who want to turn over a new leaf will be grateful for Mrs. Chi’s generosity. After all, opening vocational courses in a boys’ home gives people a chance to reform, which is a good deed that even God would bless.”

Rexton conveyed the Governor's wife's gratitude to the woman. It was only right to send someone over to find out the purpose of the donation from a stranger. Money given without a clear purpose would only upset one's stomach.

"Mr. Rexton, are you studying environmental science?"

After standing there for a while, Chi Mengli took the initiative to speak, drawing Renekton's attention to herself.

"Yes, but it's been over thirty years since I graduated, and I can hardly remember those school days anymore!"

Renekton looked at Chi Mengli standing to the side, or, in the manner of conversation among Hong Kong gangsters, called the young man "Handsome Boy Sheng." To be honest, the young man in front of him was indeed handsome and deserved the nickname.

He works in diplomacy, and the political department sent over the background information of today's attendees immediately. He read through all the information word for word and figured out the purpose of most of the bosses present.

There is only one exception among them, and that is the young man in front of us.

Because the information Renton obtained indicated that the Water House triad had broken away from the police, and several members of the triad had secretly signed a repentance agreement with the police, betraying a large number of people and leaving Hong Kong.

The situation at the Hong Kong ferry terminal is complicated. Even if you wanted to manage it, it would be difficult to control. All ferry terminals around the world are the same, with no difference between them.

But Renekton was about to retire, and he had no desire to get involved in the noodle stall business, which was a sure way to make a living. The governor had only given him a chance, a chance to make some money, not a chance to go to the gallows.

We always forget the way we came from!

Chi Mengli smiled wryly, then took out his cigarette case, offered it to Renekton, and when Renekton refused, he put one in his mouth and continued, "Mr. Renekton, I smoke three packs of cigarettes a day."

"But for the sake of my health, I only smoke one pack of cigarettes now."

“Recently, my wife, my love, the love of my life, has been very distressed.”

"When your wife is unhappy, the man in the house will also fall into hell, with no chance of ever getting out. Don't you think so?"

Chi Mengli exhaled a smoke ring and sighed, feigning helplessness.

Hearing the young man Chi Sheng's troubles, Renekton felt helpless and powerless, because he also had a shrew at home. On certain days of the month, he lived in hell and only dared to hide in his study, pretending to work all night.

"I think every man has the same troubles as Tong Chisheng."

The meaning of marriage lies in its complete meaninglessness, because even the most beautiful wife can become tiresome, and even the most sincere love can transform into familial affection.

As someone who's been through it all, Renekton could only advise the exceptionally skilled Chi Sheng to take it easy.

"Heh! It seems Mr. Renekton also has his own helplessness!"

Chi Mengli took the cigarette out of her mouth, glanced at Xiren beside her, and continued, "Hong Kong is the best waterway in Asia, a golden waterway, and also a world-renowned fishing ground."

"Since the 18th century, the world has entered the maritime age, and Mother Ocean is nurturing the millions of citizens of Hong Kong."

The tune must be high; only when it's high will people listen.

Seeing Renekton nod repeatedly, Chi Mengli continued, "Mr. Renekton, as an expert in environmental protection, you should not allow Hong Kong's environment to continue to deteriorate. My wife has recently taken seawater samples from the main sea areas."

"It's truly shocking!"

"Darling, don't you think so?"

Chi Mengli did not steer the conversation toward business. This afternoon, Mr. Renekton had already heard many bright prospects, so she didn't need to worry about him.

"One hundred water samples, plus more than ten test reports—this is indeed quite serious!"

Xi Ren quickly got into character, a pained expression appearing on her face.

Renekton's somewhat tired eyes immediately sharpened, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Marine environmental issues are indeed a major problem. Recently, two more groups of investigators from international environmental organizations have come to Hong Kong to confront the Governor about the red oil floating on the sea. If someone can help solve this problem, I think the Governor will certainly not hesitate to award him the Legion Medal this year."

"The Grand Cross might be a stretch, but a Noble Commander is definitely within reach; the only question is who will be the lucky one!"

Great figures are detached from worldly affairs and are concerned about the country and its people. Only a nobody like me, who toils in the fields, keeps talking about fame and fortune.

A single knot makes things clear; there's no room for tacit understanding or skirting the rules. Clearly defining what benefits each person can gain will make everyone feel more comfortable together.

"Mr. Renekton, the red wine is quite good today!"

Having said everything that needed to be said, Chi Mengli steered the conversation towards red wine, and Renekton, understanding her intention, began to introduce the wines to her. The entire farewell party lasted a full three hours before finally concluding.

Chi Mengli walked out of the Governor's Mansion's ceremonial building, arm in arm with Xiren, with Dan Sijie following behind, saying nothing.

After sitting all night, Chi Mengli wanted to take a walk. He and Xiren first escorted Dan Sijie to the car and watched the poor fellow leave. If they guessed correctly, the lawyer Dan Sijie was definitely not going home to remove her makeup, but was heading to the Central Law Firm to return to her cramped office to continue working overtime.

Seeing that Sheng-ge didn't want to get in the car, Xi-zai opened the trunk, which contained two pairs of sneakers. After seeing that the boss and his wife had changed their shoes, he closed the trunk and drove after them.

"I thought you would press your advantage, Brother Sheng?"

Xi Ren felt a bit cold. After all, it was still winter, and the temperature in Hong Kong wasn't high enough to wear a skirt yet. She hugged her arms and walked down step by step.

Chi Mengli noticed Xiren's discomfort. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Xiren's shoulders, saying, "Haste makes waste! Renekton, that old codger, knows exactly who to cooperate with and who not to cooperate with."

"People are afraid of anger. It's easy to talk about fighting for a breath, but hard to do!"

“Even if a third-class officer or student retires and becomes a core secretary in the Governor’s Office, he will not receive a consolation prize or become a Justice of the Peace. Hong Kong has its own rules. If a senior foreign official cannot become a Justice of the Peace, it means he has no value to them.”

"The father of the legal advisor, who had been the head of customs for more than ten years, made a miscalculation and lost the title of Justice of the Peace that he had just obtained. He could only return to his hometown in England and spend his days fishing."

The road down the mountain was very flat. Chi Mengli saw a crushed aluminum can and kicked it, sending it flying far away.

"One wrong step, all wrong!"

Xi Ren gazed at the night view below the distant mountains and murmured to herself.

You can't take the wrong path; once you do, there's no going back.

Mud Snail sat in the van, waiting for Kowloon Walled City to come out. Although it was only a dozen degrees Celsius, he was sweating profusely, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and nervously staring at the small door in front of him.

There's a saying in the martial arts world about this door: "Don't look back."

Aside from thrill-seeking tycoons, people in the underworld generally dislike using this gate, because it's the south gate. Entering Kowloon Walled City through the south gate means you're being chased by the cops to the point of having nowhere to run and needing to hide in Kowloon Walled City.

I don't know why Kou Shui Kun has to go through this door, it's really bad luck!
Just when Mud Snail had been waiting in vain, Kou Shui Kun walked out of the south gate with his schoolbag on his back and his luggage bag in his hand.

"Here! Hurry up, time's almost up!"

Mud Snail rolled down the car window and stuck his head out, trying to make the saliva flow faster.

"All you do is yell, but you don't even know how to jump down and help!"

"Damn it! You have absolutely no brotherhood!"

Kou Shui Kun, carrying dozens of kilograms of stuff on his back and in his hands, was also panting heavily. But Kowloon Walled City was not very safe and was easily targeted by local gangsters. These local gangsters did not follow the rules and did not care about the companies or organizations behind you.

Pick up the short dog and get to work. Smash the loser's head open, throw it in an alley, grab the goods and run. The underworld is very realistic; no one will seek justice for a dead man.

In a flash, Kou Shui Kun quickly opened the car door, got into the back seat, closed the door, and patted the driver's seat, urging Ni Luo to drive away immediately.

"Damn it! I never want to come back to this godforsaken place, Kowloon Walled City, in my next life."

"Good brother, this is all for you!"

Kou Shui Kun took out his cigarette case, picked out a Red Wan cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and kept cursing.

"Stop your nonsense! Your movements are slower than an elephant's; you're just spouting empty words."

"Boss! Please have mercy!"

"If the containers are delivered to the cargo area and loaded onto the ship, we won't have a chance! Then we'll take these things to Lantau Island and set them off like fireworks!"

Mud Snail floored the accelerator, swerved the steering wheel, and sped away from Kowloon Walled City, heading towards Taikoo Wharf.

"Don't worry! I've got everything sorted out at the dock. The containers are sealed off, but I still have the passes to enter the cargo area!"

"Without this pass, the guys in the warehouse can't ditch me and go it alone!"

Kou Shui Kun reached into his pocket, took out the pass, and shook it twice to reassure the mud snail that it wouldn't delay their business.

"Did you get it sorted out, buddy?"

As long as it doesn't waste time, there's no problem! Mud Snail looked at the bag on the car floor through the rearview mirror.

(End of this chapter)