Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 541, Section 131: Uproar (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The mud snail and the saliva-laced kun, having broken free of the encirclement, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Night had fallen, and under the cover of darkness, the bullet holes on the truck's front were no longer so conspicuous.

"Brother Mud Snail, take the back road. There's thunder at Taikoo Wharf. The cops will definitely go after us like crazy."

Kou Shui Kun was pale. His wound had stopped bleeding, but he didn't have much blood left in his body. He had a cigarette in his mouth, relying on the nicotine in the tobacco to keep going.

"Damn it! One isn't enough, bring a few more. After we deliver the goods to the owner, I'll take you to the clinic for treatment."

Heeding advice and having a good meal, Mud Snail drove the car onto a side road. He told Watery Kun to hold on, saying that as long as they sold the goods, they could go to the clinic to get their wounds bandaged.

"Do you have any humanity at all?! I'm bursting with cum! Instead of going to the clinic, you want to sell your goods first! Please! Have some mercy, let me go, drop me off on the side of the road, and let me go to the clinic to get my wound bandaged!"

Kou Shui Kun felt his vision getting blurry. Even with his mouth stuffed full of cigarettes, he couldn't hold on any longer. All he wanted to do was get off the bus as soon as possible, find a familiar clinic, get an IV drip, have his wounds bandaged, and have the bullet removed.

"Don't talk nonsense. If I threw you out onto the street right now, you'd bleed to death. This is a back alley; you won't see a soul in sight."

Mud Snail turned on all the headlights to illuminate the dirt road ahead. He often went to Sha Tin, but instead of driving a truck, he rode a motorcycle. However, the road was wide enough, and it wasn't early spring or the rainy season, so the truck's wheels wouldn't get stuck in the mud.

"I'll beat your lungs out!"

Kou Shui Kun felt a bit sleepy. He cursed, took a drag of his cigarette, shifted into a comfortable position, and fell silent.

Concentrating on driving, Mud Snail didn't notice his good brother's condition. Even if he had, he couldn't stop, because at that moment, he had nowhere else to go.

Only by delivering the goods can he have enough money to run away. Besides, some of his brothers have already died, and if the resettlement fee isn't paid properly, he won't be able to live in peace even as a ghost.

Because they took a back road and bypassed the temporary checkpoints set up by the cops, they successfully arrived at the rendezvous point, the headless beach in Sha Tin.

Several people were standing on the lookout tower on the beach; these were the buyers.

Mai Tou, who was holding binoculars, saw a beam of light flash 500 meters away. Only the headlights of a container truck could illuminate it so brightly. He put down the card-type binoculars and handed them to Mei Feng, who was standing next to him.

"What the hell?!"

"You said there would be some excitement, but I've been standing here all afternoon for nothing. It's getting late now. Are you going to make me spend the night on the beach with you?"

"I didn't expect you, Mai Tou Zai, to be into this kind of thing!"

Mei Feng was spouting vulgar and inappropriate language, showing no respect for elders whatsoever. She raised her binoculars and looked at the approaching beam of light, completely bewildered by Mai Tou's actions.

"Young and Dangerous gangsters are a real problem. The old man's previous big business ventures failed because of their loose tongues."

“I don’t want to follow the old man’s old path. I can cooperate with the Number Gang, but we have to be in charge and make the decisions. It can’t be the same as before. We have the money and the manpower. We can break away from the gangsters and go it alone.”

"Tonight marks the beginning of a new chapter!"

Mai Tou did some chest-expanding exercises, stretched his body, and said with a smug look on his face.

[Crazy!]

[This young man is crazy, he's lost his mind!]

Meifeng, holding the binoculars, cursed inwardly, "She's gone mad! Absolutely mad!"
In Hong Kong, where people make a living through shady dealings, mingling in the underworld, and venturing into the docks, it's impossible to abandon the gangsters.

There are plenty of tough guys in the group who can take down short dogs, but there are even more triad thugs.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the low-level gangsters are all cowards and can only do nothing all day. Within the Triads, there are countless capable, fierce, and ruthless people. Just the sheer number of them can overwhelm you!
Putting everything else aside, if you want to transport goods, you'll definitely have to go through boatmen and thieves. Don't be fooled by the fact that these people don't seem to have much contact with gangsters on a daily basis; in reality, they're all in cahoots.

This young man, Mai Touzai, is too eager to take over. After all, the old man is indeed getting old, and the group needs an heir to maintain appearances and take charge of the overall situation. After Professor A's disappearance, Mai Touzai has been the most popular candidate.

After all, his dealings in strange and unusual trinkets like seal penis, shad, tiger penis, leopard fetus, and bear bile provided the group with an additional source of income, and the elders were very satisfied with him.

As long as it's marketed as nourishing yin and strengthening yang, even turtle droppings can fetch a high price.

Recently, Mai Tou has come up with a new trick: selling longevity turtles and acting as the bookmaker for them. In Hong Kong and Taiwan, the longevity turtles are the result of this swindling scheme.

The older bosses all wanted to live to be a hundred years old, so the boss came up with the idea of ​​longevity turtles. The clearer and longer the rice character under the turtle's belly, the more valuable it was.

These old, long-lived turtles have now risen to 3,000 yuan each, and even those in poor condition can sell for 500 yuan.

Buy it for 500, sell it for 700, buy it again for 700, and sell it again for 1,000.

After several rounds of this, the seasoned fishmongers in the seafood market were completely fooled. These fishmongers weren't fools; they knew it was a scam, but they all believed that their methods wouldn't be the final blow.

This scoundrel has only dared to act on his own because his life has been too smooth.

I can't afford to get involved in this trouble!

As the saying goes, "Old people are cunning, and old horses are slippery," and Mei Feng immediately made up her mind after hearing Mai Tou's words.

Avoid trouble, take the benefits, sell the information to Professor J, and stand by and watch the two sides continue their battle.

"What did the old man say?"

Meifeng put down her point-and-shoot binoculars and asked a question casually.

"The old man neither said yes nor no, he just nodded and let me take charge. He knows I can handle it and can manage, so he doesn't need to say anything more."

“Sister Meifeng, you have a very close relationship with the old man. The bosses inside and outside the group all call your precious Zhu Nu the Eighth Miss. But if the old man doesn’t give his approval, your precious Zhu Nu can’t take the surname Song.”

"Of course, whether the old man's surname is Song or not is still uncertain."

"Professor A and Song Ci have disappeared, and the group's apparent heir has vanished. Sister Meifeng, don't you have any thoughts on this? Putting aside everything else, the group's legitimate funds in several major banks in Greece, the Cayman Islands, and Morocco alone are astronomical."

“A piece of cooked fatty meat will leave your hands covered in oil after just a few touches, let alone the huge amount of legitimate funds in the account.”

"Money! Money! Nobody will complain about having too much."

"Let's join forces. You take the legal funds, and I want control of the group."

The elders in the group supported him, but these people were all parasites. They had no influence or wealth; they only had the power and influence to collect their share of the money.

Mei Feng is different. She has funds, henchmen, and financial resources. She is a powerful figure within the group. As long as you get on her side, your chances of winning will be high.

To reap the final rewards, one must be willing to sacrifice something in order to gain something in return.

Meifeng handed the card-type binoculars back to Maitou, shook her head, and said, "Let's get through this first!"

"Indeed! Let's get through this first."

"Once the goods are in hand, they will be loaded onto the ship and transported to Mumbai immediately. The old man is a man of his word. This buyer is no ordinary person. If we succeed, it will be a path to wealth in the future."

"With this source of income, Sister Meifeng, your wallet is bulging again."

Mai Tou gave a brief instruction: "Just do Mei Feng a favor. Money is the most important thing, no matter what. Even if Mei Feng doesn't join your team, she has to remain neutral for the sake of the money."

Mei Feng has a boat. Her boat doesn't need to go to the big dock in Mumbai; it goes directly to the small dock. And she doesn't need to cover it up. Three tons of cargo can be loaded directly onto the boat.

They don't even need to go to the small dock; they can simply anchor in international waters, release signal flares at night, and have the cargo handlers in the Bangalore Mountains pick up the goods directly by seaplane. Three tons of cargo can be handled by two seaplanes.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it!"

"Your share will be transferred to my Cayman Islands account."

Professor J was only paid 60% of the initial payment. The remaining 40%, plus a share of the profits, would be paid upon delivery of the goods. Now that the goods have been lost, Professor J not only has to return the initial deposit but also give the old man an explanation.

Mei Feng was holding 40% of the money, so it was only natural for her to give half of it to Mai Tou.

"The goods have arrived, let's inspect them."

After watching the sea view for an afternoon, Mai Tou was getting a little bored. He led the way down from the observation deck, onto the beach, and up to the truck.

This is not a good time to show her face. Mei-Fung has been to Taikoo Wharf and knows the situation there very well. Even if Professor J's henchmen are useless, they won't release the goods easily. The scene will definitely be intense, and there's a good chance someone will die or be involved in a lawsuit. It's best for her to stay out of the picture.

Mud Snail parked his car, saw Wheat Head, and confirmed that the guy in front of him was the buyer he had approached. He glanced at Saliva Kun, gave him a push, and only heard the guy make a faint humming sound, without any reaction.

He had no choice but to hop on his AK rifle, open the car door, and jump out.

"Great, you didn't keep me waiting too long."

"Here's the amount you wanted. I hope you won't give me any unexpected surprises!"

When Mai Tou saw that Mei Feng didn't get out of the car, he sneered inwardly. All she wanted was to eat meat and she didn't want to get involved in any trouble. What a loser. He waved his hand and told his men to throw over the prepared money.

A brand-new leather duffel bag was thrown onto the beach. Once Mud Snail's eyes were on it, he couldn't look away. He didn't say a word, and put one hand into his pocket, holding the Black Star pistol.

Judging from Mud Snail's behavior, he was just a greenhorn who had never seen the world. Wheat Head was helpless. He nodded to the henchman next to him and told him to open the duffel bag.

Mai Tou's henchman opened his duffel bag, took out a bundle at random, opened the blue leather cover, and revealed a large bundle of golden bulls.

"As you said, ten bundles of large gold bulls, ten bundles of large oxen, and thirty bundles of red cedar fish, all of them are non-consecutive numbers of silver bills."

"That's five million in total!"

"Hurry up, I've made plans to eat abalone at Fook Lam Moon!"

Mai Tou was getting a little impatient and told the mud snail to behave itself and stop chattering.

Where's the car I wanted?

Mud Snail stepped forward, pulled out a Black Star pistol, pressed it against the head of Wheat Head's henchman, and snatched the leather duffel bag from Wheat Head's henchman's hand.

Mai Tou nodded and had his henchman drive over a Toyota Hiace minivan.

The henchman standing to the side quickly moved the Toyota Hiace van parked near the watchtower to the mud snail's front.

"The goods are right here in the container. These goods are now yours, boss."

Mud Snail, holding a Black Star pistol in one hand and aiming it at Mai Tou and the others, and carrying a leather duffel bag in the other, approached the Toyota Hiace van step by step. He opened the car door, but his eyes remained fixed on Mai Tou and the others.

In the underworld, double-crossing is nothing new.

He threw the leather duffel bag into the Toyota Hiace van, and Mud Snail took the AK rifle off his neck and threw it onto the passenger seat.

Mai Tou coughed, and his henchmen took out pre-prepared pliers, cut the lead chain on the container door, opened the container, and pushed the refrigerators out one by one.

The outer packaging of the freezer was opened, and the bags of blue blood inside were taken out and loaded into a closed van.

Two hundred refrigerators were scattered on the beach. If these refrigerators were sold in an appliance store, they would cost 150 yuan each. Two hundred refrigerators would cost 30,000 yuan.

However, whether it was Mai Tou or Mei Feng on the watchtower, it was just a small amount of money that was dispensable, not even enough for them to open a bottle of top-quality red wine that night.

Life is just like that, full of helplessness.

In just half an hour, all the blue blood in the shipping container was emptied.

Mei Feng's henchmen came out of the watchtower and drove the small truck away.

The beach is full of freezers, the cops will definitely notice and send people to investigate. The cops now are very different from the detectives during the era of the Four Great Detectives. Once the cops have a hold on you, you can't get away.

Even if you're willing to spend a lot of money to settle things, you still can't shut everyone up.

Mai Tou had no intention of killing him to silence him. This scoundrel in front of him would cause him a lot of trouble in the future. Even if he didn't take action, the Water House and the Number Gang wouldn't let this thug go. He didn't need to start a fight on the beach.

Mai Tou's henchmen drove up in Mai Tou's Bentley, and Mai Tou got in and drove off, while his henchmen also left in a van.

Mei Feng, who was on the watchtower, also left quietly by car after receiving the goods.

All that remained on the beach were mud snails, drooling gnats in the truck cab, and a scattered electric freezer.

It's like birds returning to the forest after eating their fill, leaving behind a vast expanse of white, truly clean!

Mud Snail closed the van door, walked to the truck's cab, opened the door, grabbed the handle, and got back into the cab.

Kou Shui Kun stared aimlessly at the roof of the car with his eyes wide open. Mud Snail had just reached out his hand, but before he could touch Kou Shui Kun, he stopped.

The reason it wasn't touched is simple: Kou Shui Kun is already dead.

By this time, flies had already begun to appear on the beach. A large green bean fly landed on Kou Shui Kun's eyeball and crawled around, preparing to find a place to lay its eggs.

"Ducks are the first to know when the river warms in spring!" This saying also applies to flies and corpses. Flies can always find corpses; it's an innate talent of flies.

The cycle of revenge is no small matter; separation and reunion are all preordained.

If you want to know how short your life is, ask about your past life; if you are rich and noble in your old age, it is truly a stroke of luck.

Those who see through the illusion enter the Buddhist order; those who are obsessed waste their lives.

Mud Snail stared at the already dead Saliva Kun, his hands and feet turned ice cold, his mind went blank. He stood there in the driver's seat for a long time before he came to his senses, took out his cigarette case, and shakily pulled out a cigarette, first putting it into Saliva Kun's mouth and lighting it.

The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is all he could do.

Watching the cigarette burn out on Kou Shui Kun's lips, Mud Snail jumped onto the beach, took out three more cigarettes, stuck them in the sand, and lit them with a lighter as a form of worship.

That spitting kid, not only was he no good at fighting, but his luck was also terrible. He only got hit by a peanut and he died. What bad luck!
"Ah Kun, what's yours is yours, I won't take more than my share!"

Mud Snail walked back to the van, opened the leather luggage bag, took out two bundles of red snapper, walked to the driver's cab, opened the two bundles of red snapper, scattered them, and lit them.

This move is truly ruthless; after all, Hong Kong has never seen such a ruthless person who burns real money as if it were ghost money.

There are people who can light cigarettes, but even if they use US dollars, they only need one bill. Two bundles of red snapper would cost at least a hundred bills. With tens of thousands of dollars, you could buy at least three truckloads of ghost money.

After burning two bundles of red snapper, Mud Snail left without looking back. Hong Kong must be in an uproar because of him now. He's already got the money, so he can't stay in Hong Kong any longer.

The boat is all set. Once we're on board and reach the north bank of the border, we can use the identity document and pass given to us by Kou Shui Kun to start a new life.

Mud Snail was right; his act of seizing the goods did indeed disrupt the peace and tranquility of Hong Kong.

Guo Guohao stood in the warehouse, looking at the two tons of fire phoenixes being taken out of the warehouse. His face was ashen, and he crossed his arms, burning with rage.

Going from five tons to two tons would make anyone angry. Although two tons of goods is a lot, it doesn't have the same impact as five tons.

Taikoo Wharf staged a huge spectacle, a gunfight straight out of a movie. Taikoo's boss immediately called the top leader, who summoned Shapison to his office and unleashed a torrent of anger.

Swire Group's intention is to eliminate the cancer within the docks, and whoever it is, must die.

Swire Group's attitude is actually correct. The docks and empty containers are always the hardest-hit areas for goods to be moved around. Products such as baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor), pork, bath salts, and stamps are constantly emerging and it is impossible to guard against them.

Interpol has taken notice of Swire Group, given the major scandal involving solidified pork syrup at its soda factory in Juarez.

Swire has over thirty ports on major shipping routes and prime waterways around the world, which generate tens of millions of US dollars in cash flow for Swire every day.

Even the profits from selling pork, like those from Miss White, don't compare to what Taikoo earns from selling fresh water, heavy oil, and supplies.

The bosses make money through legitimate means, gaining both fame and fortune. Only the scoundrels who can't make it on their own can become drug dealers, demolition workers, or engage in shady dealings.

Swire Pacific's tycoon, Swire Pacific, has many considerations. His reputation is his biggest concern because Swire Group is a listed company, and what happened tonight is simply uncontrollable.

Tomorrow is still a trading day, so stock prices are bound to fluctuate.

A fluctuation of just two or three points in Swire Group's share price would result in a loss of hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars, which is something Swire Group cannot tolerate.

(End of this chapter)