Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 568, Section 158: Born with a lowly fate!
Lousy-mouthed Ji, born with the look of a big shot, born to be the boss!
Back when the Thirteen Protectors of Tsz Wan Shan were still the Number Gang and the Pupil Gang, they would often go to the junkyard to borrow tires. Each time, it was the shrewish guy who would pretend to be a triad boss and help everyone get away with it.

When it was time for him to go out and show off his horse, the cops would immediately handcuff him, believing that he was the real leader, and would often stay for three to five extra days.

Wearing a brightly colored shirt under a red suit, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Rotten Mouth Guy walked into the office, plopped down on the desk, picked up a Dupont lighter, and lit the cigarette.

"Third Brother, what are you doing so late at night?"

"The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and all the cousins ​​from the Big Circle Clan are clamoring to go home. Even those who aren't going home for the New Year are asking for money to be mailed home."

"Third Brother, the company's funds are running low!"

"The amount that Jack promised last month has not been deposited into the company's account. Yazaku's Happy Water has been on the market for two months, and not a single penny of the dividends has arrived."

"Third Brother, are you looking for that foreign bastard to have a good chat with?"

A red envelope containing 500 dollars per person may not seem like much, but among the members of the Plum Blossom Gang, the Thirteen Protectors have the most brothers, the Four Nines have at least 60 or 70 men, plus five or six Big Circle brothers who dare to fight to the death, this amount to at least tens of thousands of dollars.

Of the Thirteen Protectors, only Rotten Mouth Kei had completed Form Five, so Rotten Mouth Kei was in charge of the company's accounts.

“I’ll call Jack tomorrow. When you see him, be polite. He’s the boss’s man and the person in charge of the Plum Blossom Gang. Don’t keep nagging him.”

"The boss won't stand up for us or come out to negotiate. It's up to Jack, the head of the Mei family, to handle things."

"Speak softly, but be firm in your actions," is a phrase my mother often says.

The pastor only understood the profound meaning of this sentence after suffering several major setbacks in the world.

"I know! When I see that bastard Jack Quickfist, I call him 'Old Ding' (old man). The rules of the underworld can't be broken!"

Rotten Mouth Guy nodded, indicating that he was satisfied with his appearance.

Do you know the "49ers" of Wo Luen Shing?

The company didn't have much cash in its accounts, but the pastor wasn't worried at all because the money-making channel was already in place. He would be able to move into the construction site after the New Year, and he had already contacted two construction teams.

As long as the project gets underway, the company will have a steady stream of money.

"The 49er of Wo Luen Shing? There really is one! There's a gambling addict named Benedict in the underground gambling den of the Yau Ma Tei cinema. He's the 49er of Wo Luen Shing. This bastard owes the gambling den several thousand dollars and can't pay it back. So they have to make this bastard help with cleaning."

Rotten-mouthed Ji scratched his head, thought for a second, and then revealed his choice.

"We need to get things done tonight. Find Benny here. After it's done, give him five thousand dollars as a bonus, and we'll call it even."

"Go and call people, get the weapons ready. This time we'll split into two groups, just to cause trouble, not to hurt anyone. Use firecrackers. Before we do anything, get the customers out of here."

"It's still early. We'll get to work after 10 PM!"

The pastor also lit a cigarette and flicked the ash into the crystal ashtray.

Rotten-mouthed Guy made an OK sign, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, turned and walked out of the office to do the things the pastor had asked him to do.

But halfway there, he realized what was happening, turned around, leaned against the doorframe, and asked curiously, "Third Brother, who did the boss want us to target this time?"

"Daily Fresh Flagship Store!"

The pastor tossed his legs onto the desk, crossed them, smoked a cigarette, and said casually.

After learning the location's name, Rotten Mouth went to run his errand, but halfway there, he realized that the Daily Fresh Supermarket flagship store was just his boss's own business!

They complain that their business is too good!

What the hell is going on?!

Rotten Mouth was completely confused, but Third Brother had already given the instructions. He didn't need to think about the intricacies of the matter; he just needed to follow Third Brother's orders and smash the Daily Fresh Food Store to pieces.

At 10 p.m. that night, the other five Riri Fresh flagship stores were all smashed to pieces at the same time. Firecrackers were thrown on the shelves, and they were all burned beyond recognition. They will not be able to resume operations in the short term.

The cash register was also looted, the cold storage was burned down, and all the seafood in the store was contaminated.

The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) and anti-triad teams from various districts were all mobilized to begin investigating the situation at the scene.

Because Riri Fresh was the first company in Hong Kong to agree to the minimum hourly wage and created many jobs, the Chief Secretary for Administration's Chinese branch also rushed to the scene to inquire about the situation from Riri Fresh's foreign general manager.

Chinese companies nowadays generally hire foreign executives as their top executives. These foreign executives are mostly former senior managers from companies like the Chief Secretary, Jardine Matheson, HSBC, and Standard Chartered.

They are responsible for the business on a daily basis, and when problems arise, they can step forward and help the company.

This is standard procedure, but it's very effective, since foreigners are now in charge in Hong Kong.

After the Chief Secretary for Administration finished speaking with the Japanese boss, he ordered the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) to resolve the matter as soon as possible.

Although A-zai was already a chief inspector, he was still a minor figure in front of the Chief Secretary for Administration's Chinese branch. He could only nod in agreement, make a pledge, and indicate that he could definitely handle it.

The next morning, the front page headlines of various tabloids all featured the story of the Riri Fresh flagship store being vandalized, with Spinach Dong standing in front of the Riri Fresh Central flagship store with a bitter expression.

Two tabloids even published photos, with the faces of the people in the photos blurred out, but the text of the reports clearly stated that it was Wo Shing Pharma and the Numbers Gang who were behind it.

Chi Mengli looked at the tabloid and was quite satisfied; the waters had been stirred up!
The female waitress carried a pot of milk tea to the table and refilled Chi Mengli's empty cup.

"Thank you!"

Chi Mengli nodded, put the newspaper aside, picked up the French toast from the plate, and took a big bite.

Sitting at the lower seat, Xi Ren yawned. She didn't drink milk tea; the milk tea in Hong Kong has too much sugar. In the morning, she would just have a cup of freshly squeezed lemon water without sugar.

She worked non-stop last night to sort out the huge pile of dirty rice that the fairy brocade had sent and put it into the treasury.

Chi Mengli didn't have a moment's peace all night. He was taken away by the police to give a statement and was asked if he had offended anyone recently. The ordeal lasted until the early hours of the morning.

Even though they were both exhausted, they sat obediently in their chairs, waiting for a very important guest.

Hua Langgui, dressed in sportswear, walked out of the hall with a handkerchief in his hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead. When he saw Chi Mengli and the others having morning tea, he jogged over.

Xizai stood up and stood in front of Chi Mengli, preventing Hua Langgui from getting close to the big boss.

“Ah Gui is one of us now, let him come over.”

Chi Mengli put the half-eaten French toast on a plate, picked up a napkin, wiped her mouth, and asked Xizai to bring Hua Langgui over.

"Brother Sheng, Sister Yun is at the tennis court. She's going to play for another half hour. I've already spoken to her, and she's agreed to see you, Brother Sheng."

"And here's the photo you requested!"

Hua Langgui took an envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Well done! Thank you for your hard work!"

Chi Mengli picked up a brown paper bag containing 200,000 yuan in cash from a chair and threw it at Hua Langgui.

He hurriedly took the brown paper bag, opened it, and found it was full of stacks of red snapper.

"Here's two hundred thousand. The emperor doesn't starve his soldiers. Working for my handsome Sheng means you'll have plenty of money!"

"Are you going to pack the bag away first, or carry it with you and go see your Sister Yun openly and honestly?"

People gather for profit and disperse for profit; this is the way of Heaven, and humans should not act against it.

Relying solely on force and intimidating henchmen is a dead end, even with a well-organized structure that punishes those who deserve punishment and rewards those who deserve rewards.

Chi Mengli stood up, picked up her sunglasses from the table, put them on, and asked Hua Langgui what to do next.

Hua Langgui didn't care about Zhou Miaoyun's opinion, because their impressions of each other were already formed. He carried a brown paper bag and led the way, taking Chi Mengli and her group to the tennis court.

Chi Mengli, dressed in a suit, looked quite out of place on the tennis court, attracting a lot of attention. Fortunately, it was the morning of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the weather was rather cold, so there were very few people on the tennis court.

Zhou Miaoyun was focused on playing the game and didn't even glance at Hua Langgui, Chi Mengli, and their group on the sidelines.

The match lasted a full half hour, until Zhou Miaoyun won the final victory, at which point she stopped and tossed her tennis racket to the caddie serving her.

Hua Langgui was indeed quite capable of being a friend to women. Seeing Zhou Miaoyun covered in sweat, he quickly grabbed a large towel, ran over, and unabashedly wiped the sweat off Zhou Miaoyun's body.

“Handsome Sheng, I know you. You and my father-in-law are like wolves in sheep's clothing, but since you’ve come to me, there’s nothing I can do.”

Hua Langgui brought Zhou Miaoyun a plastic chair so the exhausted young lady could sit down and rest. Chi Mengli crossed her arms, looked at the rubber floor, and said with a smile, "Crisis is opportunity."

"This is not only my opportunity, but also your opportunity."

"Sister Xiren!"

Upon hearing Chi Mengli's words, Xiren took out a file folder from her handbag, walked up to Zhou Miaoyun, and handed it to her.

Zhou Miaoyun, focused on wiping away her sweat, didn't even lift her eyelids and ignored Xiren in front of her.

Hua Langgui gave Xiren a great opportunity to accept the offer with both hands.

"Stop babbling! It's not satisfying at all!"

"Brother Sheng, just say what you want to say, but if you're going to say that my good-for-nothing husband is having an affair with another woman who is pregnant and that it will affect my married life, then shut up."

"And if you're going to use my private photos to blackmail me into submission, you should think twice."

“My grandfather and father both dislike it the most when the kids in the family get into trouble. If my grandfather finds out about this, he will definitely take action.”

"Believe me, the water room won't be able to protect you then. Even if you go to Bangkok, you'll be in big trouble."

"One minute! I'm giving you one minute to think it through before you speak!"

Zhou Miaoyun threw the large towel she was wearing onto the ground, hoping the thugs in front of her would show some appreciation.

"Brother Gui, please open the document for me and read it to Miss Zhou."

Chi Mengli, of course, wouldn't do something unoriginal. He asked Hua Langgui to open the file and read the documents in the file bag.

"Sister Yun, inside is the transfer agreement for Tiantian Fish Farm. The document states that Fu Wenpei voluntarily transfers 16% of her shares to you, Sister Yun."

The document was very thick. Hua Langgui picked out the key information and then handed the document to Zhou Miaoyun.

"That's a bit original!"

"Although I have a very bad relationship with Wen Fuwenpei and wish that old woman would die, the Wen and Fu families have been friends for two generations, which guarantees that Wen Fuwenpei will not betray me."

"Unless...unless you also know that secret!"

Zhou Miaoyun is called Zhou Miaoyun, not Wen Zhou Miaoyun. She did not follow tradition by taking her husband's surname. The Wen family is nothing but ants in front of Sir Zhou. In addition, the Wen family needs the Zhou family's name to protect them, so they tacitly accepted it.

But Fu Wenpei is different; she uses her husband's surname to show the close relationship between the Wen and Fu families.

“I think I know this secret, but I think many people know this secret, including Wen Sheng.”

"A secret that everyone knows can also be devastating, but it needs to be in the hands of a key person."

"Ms. Fu Wenpei doesn't have much affection for Wen Sheng. After all, Ms. Fu Wenpei can still have children and continue to produce offspring for the Wen family, just like you, Miss Zhou."

“I plan to integrate Tian Tian Fish Farm and Riri Fresh Supermarket into one company. Jardine Matheson will be the buyer, and you will be the chairman of the board of directors or the head of management of the merged company.”

“I’m cashing out and leaving. I’ll hand over Riri Fresh and Tiantian Fish Farm to Ms. Zhou and Yihe, but what you talk about with Yihe is none of my business.”

Zhou Miaoyun is willing to take risks, so she's not afraid of being caught red-handed. Instead of threatening her, it's better to talk about cooperation.

When Zhou Miaoyun got married, the Wen family gifted her two percent of the shares as pocket money. However, Tian Tian Fish Farm suffered losses every year, and Zhou Miaoyun did not benefit much from it. This is also the reason why Miss Zhou and Fu Wenpei did not get along well.

“You’ve piqued my interest, but the Zhou family wouldn’t harm our in-laws for a little money. If word got out, the Zhou family’s reputation would be ruined.”

Zhou Miaoyun thought about it seriously for a second and then rejected Chi Mengli's request for cooperation. She was not unaware of the future development potential of Riri Fresh, but it was not worth ruining the Zhou family's reputation for such a small profit!

"This isn't the price for selling; it's just the price for standing by and doing nothing!"

"If Miss Zhou can persuade the Zhou family to stand idly by, I'm willing to pay this price!"

Chi Mengli has no shortage of traitors working from the inside, but this traitor cannot be Zhou Miaoyun, because the Wen family is too tempting a piece of meat. He is afraid that Zhou Miaoyun will suddenly decide to devour the entire Wen family.

He'll take the blame, and all the benefits will go to the Yihe and Zhou families.

"Promises are not important, contracts are not important, timing is important."

"When the time is right, I will make my move. If you mess up, I will also help the Wen family. I will be the one in charge, and I will take the money no matter which of the two dogs dies."

"I think we should avoid seeing each other in the future, because I'm afraid Wen Sheng will misunderstand."

Zhou Miaoyun took the document from Hua Langgui's hand, didn't even look at it, slapped it directly onto Chi Mengli, and then strode away.

Hua Langgui gave Chi Mengli a wink, then left with Zhou Miaoyun.

"They're all clever kids, all wanting to get involved in the meat business but not wanting to leave a bad reputation!"

Chi Mengli muttered something to herself, bent down and picked up the contract from the ground, page by page.

"Brother Sheng, this is the name Attorney Shan gave you."

A henchman strode over, holding a sticky note in his hand, and handed it to Chi Mengli with both hands.

Liu Wenfeng

Chi Mengli wrote down the name on the sticky note, tore it up, and threw it on the ground.

Central and Western District, Sheung Wan, Bonham Street East, Gate Tower.

Hong Kong people call customs officers "customs officers," so the customs headquarters building is also called the "customs building."

Just two years ago, there was no such thing as the Hong Kong Customs Service. Back then, it was called the Anti-Smuggling Team of the Industrial and Commercial Administration. People who made a living at the docks would politely call them "customs officers," or more bluntly, they would call them "Blackie Dog."

The reason is simple: the uniforms of the anti-smuggling team of the Industry and Commerce Bureau are black.

The entire building was deserted, because it was close to the New Year and the new commander had not yet taken office. Everyone who could leave had gone home to be with their wives and children.

The rest were the unlucky ones, sitting listlessly at their workstations, waiting to get off work.

Fifth floor, Intelligence and Investigation Department, Section Six Chief's office.

Liu Wenfeng, the 45-year-old head of the sixth section, was frowning as he looked at the duty roster in his hand.

On New Year's Eve, the last day of the lunar year, a day for family reunion, he was assigned to work the night shift.

"Brother Feng, there's nothing I can do. That foreigner Sadangdan is definitely still holding a grudge about what happened to you last time. The duty roster was made by that bastard himself."

"Sadangdan didn't even tell us beforehand, he just brought back a batch of pornographic goods from Macau. Nobody knew about it. Feng, you're just unlucky, you stumbled upon it."

"Although Feng Ge compensated you afterward, Sa Dangdan must still hold a grudge against you, which is why he's making things difficult for you in every way."

“Brother Feng, we’re all old friends. Why don’t we have a chat with Huapao? Everyone knows that Huapao is the brother-in-law of that foreigner Sa Dangdan. We can spend a little money to get rid of this foreigner.”

"Life should be a little easier from now on!"

The clerk, Ye Zai, who was responsible for sending out the duty roster, also looked helpless. According to past practice, the New Year's duty shift of the Intelligence and Investigation Department was always given to new detectives.

After all, there's no need to go on missions; I just stay in the office and answer phone calls.

To get revenge on Liu Wenfeng, Satan gave Liu Wenfeng all the day shifts from New Year's Eve to the third day of the Lunar New Year.

"I know! I know!"

Liu Wenfeng opened the drawer of his desk, took out two boxes of Marlboro Red, and placed them on the table: "Yezi, thank you for making this trip!"

"I have no choice but to obey my superior's orders! Do I really have to take off this black coat?"

"I'll go have a chat with that firecracker guy. It's better to lose money than to suffer a terrible fate! It's better to lose money than to suffer a terrible fate!"

"Take it!"

"Thank you so much, Brother Feng!"

Seeing that there was something to gain, the clerk quickly thanked him, took the two boxes of Red Marlboro, and left the office. After all, clerks don't get much work, so they try to save as much as they can.

(End of this chapter)