Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 549, Section 139: Slander (Seeking monthly votes!)
After Chi Mengli entered the executive room, A-zai and the military uniform turned and left. He was not flustered at all, ignoring the malicious gazes around him, and walked to the bedside, preparing to sit down and rest for a while.

But a huge, clumsy guy, about 1.9 meters tall, blocked his way, preventing him from moving forward.

"Handsome Winner, the Double Flower Red Stick of Shui Fong, the leader of the Yau Ma Tei gang."

"Boo! Absolutely awesome!"

“The water houses in Yau Ma Tei are not all the same now, but the entire Shanghai Street has become the core area of ​​water houses. It takes skill to make an entire street the same.”

Behind the big, clumsy guy sat a burly man with a matchstick dangling from his mouth, glaring menacingly at the handsome Sheng in front of him.

To be honest, the man was somewhat disappointed. The handsome Sheng in his mind was a top-notch gangster with a strong sense of thuggery and domineering presence, not the slightly refined young man in front of him.

Another underworld boss who doesn't live up to his name!

"Bingo! You got it right, but I'm a bit tired tonight and I'm really not in the mood to give you an award!"

"Now, please get off my bunk. I want to get some sleep and, by the way, get this big oaf out of here so he doesn't block the light."

After attending the banquet at the Governor's Mansion, Chi Mengli felt physically and mentally exhausted. Playing mind games with people was much more tiring than boxing. All he wanted to do now was get a good night's sleep.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Quan Wang Shun, Du Lian Shun. Quan Wang Sheng from your Shui Fang is my defeated opponent, Lao Xin's Si Jiu Zai. Rumor has it that you are the future Shuang Hua Hong Gun of Shui Fang. Beating you will make you famous in the martial arts world."

"Is it real?"

Du Lianshun continued chewing on his matchstick, his eyes fixed on Chi Mengli, hoping to overwhelm the powerful figure in the underworld with his imposing presence.

"It's true! If you defeat me, you can get the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Heaven-Reliant Sword, and command the martial world so that none dare disobey!"

"Have you gone mad from boxing? When it comes to fighting, the Madman from the Number Gang is number one, who dares to claim second place? But how many people actually recognize the Madman's Double Flower Red Stick signboard!"

"You bastards! You bunch of bastards, none of you know anything. When you're out in the game, you're supposed to make money, right? You may have big mouths and big reputations, but you'll still end up in jail."

"If you can fight, you can become the boss. You, the old man with four eyes, are definitely not as good as you in fighting, but the position of the head of the New Club still has nothing to do with you."

"Being a gangster is being a gangster, and boxing is boxing. You scoundrels like to conflate the two, but you have no future! I don't know how you've gotten this far."

"After you leave, visit your ancestral graves often. If it weren't for the auspicious smoke rising from the graves to protect you kids, you would have been dead long ago."

"You're the Boxing King, right? I suggest you change your nickname. There's no first place in literature, but there's a second in martial arts. The nickname 'Boxing King' is good for suppressing your momentum. There was a guy in the washroom who was called 'Boxing King,' but he's already been killed!"

"Hey big guy, let's play a little game."

Chi Mengli walked up to the big, clumsy guy. Seeing that he wouldn't let it go, she stretched out her palm and placed it on the big guy's chest. Then, she delivered a short punch to the big guy's heart.

The big guy, who had just been punched in the heart, curled up like a boiled shrimp. Chi Mengli took the opportunity to kick him in the shin, sending the big guy flying to the side so he wouldn't get dragged down with him.

After taking a short punch and a kick, the big guy fell to the ground with a thud.

Sitting on the bed, Du Lianshun was surprised that his trusted lieutenant couldn't even last a single round. He knew that in martial arts competitions or street fights, height, weight, and arm length were all decisive factors.

Handsome Sheng is less than 1.8 meters tall and has a thin and weak build, but he is exceptionally skilled and incredibly fast.

"Give way!"

Chi Mengli walked up to Du Lianshun and asked him to give up the lower bunk.

Du Lianshun stood up, staring intently at Chi Mengli, trying to intimidate the idiot in front of him with his imposing manner.

Chi Mengli still looked impatient, telling this scoundrel in front of her to get lost and make room for her.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate for less than half a minute before Du Lianshun couldn't hold on any longer and stepped aside, which was considered a dignified admission of defeat. Based on the two moves that Liangzai Sheng had just shown, he really didn't have the confidence to defeat Liangzai Sheng head-on.

Chi Mengli didn't chase the poor dog into the narrow alley; instead, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

The cigarette case, lighter, belt, and even shoelaces were all taken by the military uniform, because they were afraid that he might do something rash. Since there were no cigarettes to smoke, he might as well go to sleep and hold on until six o'clock the next morning, when he could regain his freedom.

As for Du Lianshun, who was standing at the foot of the bed, he had no interest whatsoever.

The little tyrant of Tsim Sha Tsui, he eats poop!

Su Long's judgment is truly appalling. This kind of loser is passable in terms of fists and feet, but his mental fortitude is just too poor.

Du Lianshun won the beginner-level gold belt right from his debut, but he lost all three of his three battles in the upgrade battles. In order to train Du Lianshun, Su Long spent a lot of money to bribe the three opponents who defeated Du Lianshun to make them lose.

After winning all three matches, Du Lianshun finally regained his confidence and became the little tyrant of Tsim Sha Tsui. What a flop!

Capture the star!
Du Lianshun stood at the foot of the bed and noticed that Liangzai Sheng had his eyes closed, was not moving, and did not care at all. He realized that he had made a fool of himself, so he pulled up his trusted younger brother and walked to the steel bench in the corner, letting the younger brother lie down on it while he sat on the ground.

The others in the large room all lost their will to fight and sat on the floor, waiting for the gang's lawyer to arrive and get them out.

Wearing a helmet and a mink coat, Xiren directed Huo Gou, Huanxi, and Bishiqiang, these traitors, to open the box containing the dried sea cucumbers, put all the counterfeit British pounds tied with plastic wrap into the wooden box, and hide them under the dry ice packs.

Jimi stood at the warehouse gate, chatting with the night watchman while counting banknotes in his hand.

The storage area at Wan Chai Ferry Pier has a dedicated security team that patrols, so none of the businesses have hired dedicated night security guards; they've only hired night watchmen.

Hong Kong is not a large city, and since most of the residents are from Chaoshan, Ji Mi quickly established a connection with the night watchman through old connections.

“Uncle, stop gambling. I’ve already taken care of the debt at the lousy gambling den. This three thousand dollars is your pocket money.”

"You must keep your mouth shut about what happened tonight. If you don't, someone might throw a fire bottle at you."

Ji Mi counted out three thousand dollars, all of them in the form of individual green crabs (fifty dollars each), and stuffed them into the hand of the night watchman.

Giving a Taurus a golden bull isn't impactful enough. For a loser like him in a wooden house, a golden bull isn't a blessing, it's a curse! He'll easily attract attention. A blue crab is safer.

"Thank you! Ji Mizi, I promise to keep my mouth shut. Nothing happened tonight, just like usual! Don't worry, I'm an old man, I know what to say and what not to say! I know what I'm doing."

The night watchman stared furiously at the handful of blue crabs in his hand. With these, he could go back to Lanminghua and make a comeback. Three parts fate, seven parts hard work; only those who dare to fight will win.

Looking at the night watchman's expression, Ji Mi was also helpless. If he wasn't mistaken, the watchman would definitely try to recover the money, but the money had already been given out and couldn't be taken back. He could only do as the watchman said.

Hiding hundreds of thousands of counterfeit pounds wouldn't take much effort at all. This pile of counterfeit pounds is just dirty water, not the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The straw that broke the camel's back is still on its way; it will be ready to land the day after tomorrow.

Xi Ren walked out of the cold storage warehouse, took off her safety helmet, and looked at Ji Mi.

Understanding immediately, Jimi quickly went over.

“I didn’t tamper with the first batch of goods. These are gift certificates. Give one to each of your henchmen. Don’t let them show their faces, let their families show their faces.”

"One gift certificate can get you two ounces of dried sea cucumber. Franchise stores can't get it; only flagship stores can."

"Two ounces of dried sea cucumber can make at least two meals, enough for New Year's Eve dinner and the first day of the Lunar New Year."

Xiren opened her large handbag, took out a bundle of dried sea cucumber gift certificates, totaling three hundred, and handed them to Ji Mi.

Ji Mi nodded and put the bundle of dried sea cucumber gift certificates into his pocket.

"The first batch of goods has been arranged by Tiantian Fish Farm. Everything is packed and will be sent to the inspection company first thing tomorrow morning. The inspection company will conduct random checks and keep records. The results will be available in half an hour."

"If the Wen family's goods are fine, the first batch should be problem-free. People from Tiantian Fish Farm and the company's fleet will be waiting at the testing company. If there are no problems, they will be loaded onto the trucks immediately, and people from Tiantian Fishing Port will escort them to Riri Fresh."

"Attorney Shan said that Brother Sheng will be in jail until 6 a.m. tomorrow. You are now the security director and transportation director of Ri Ri Fresh. This is your business card."

At this point, Xiren took out a box of business cards, tossed it to Ji Mi, and continued, "Wear a suit and glasses tomorrow, and be more refined."

"If there are no problems, you sign the inspection documents; if there are problems, Tian Tian Fishing Port must provide an explanation."

"Don't get into conflicts with the Wen family or the people at Tiantian Fish Farm. Keep the peace. If there's a problem with the goods, don't load them onto the truck."

Now is not the time to fall out with the Wen family or Tiantian Fish Farm. The first batch of goods must sell well, and the second payment to Tiantian Fish Farm must be made on time. We cannot allow others to find fault with us.

After a long day of work, Xi Ren was exhausted. She took out her cigarette case, put a Sobranie menthol cigarette in her mouth, lit it, and said with a smile, "Once you've finished your business, go to Lu Yu Tea House."

"Brother Sheng is going to treat everyone to tea. All the '49 guys' who watch the show will be there. Brother Sheng will give everyone lucky money."

"New Year's Eve is just around the corner. We'll all sit together, chat, and catch up."

Ji Mizi is a quiet person who doesn't talk much. When the boss assigns him tasks, he just does them without ever asking why. He nodded, indicating that he could handle everything.

Now that Brother Sheng has made up his mind, he will succeed quickly and win the final victory.

(End of this chapter)