Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 569, Section 159: Self-written and self-directed

After Ye Zai left, Liu Wenfeng's face turned very ugly. He crumpled up the duty roster in his hand and threw it directly into the trash can.

Sadangdan, that scoundrel, clearly dislikes me, knows I have no backing, and is deliberately causing trouble.

Damn it! And that stinky guy Huapao, knowing that Sadangdan likes mature women, offered up his own sister and made her Sadangdan's cheap brother-in-law.

That stinky firecracker is really going all out!

The Intelligence and Investigation Department has only six investigation sections, each headed by a section chief. Five years ago, before his old superior retired, Lau Man-fung bought the position of section chief for HK$300,000.

Five years have passed, and the money that was due has long been earned back.

But if you fart in that oily spot in your crotch, nobody wants to move.

Liu Wenfeng leaned back in his chair, trying to figure out a way to get out of trouble without offending anyone.

But such a method was not something he could come up with. After thinking it over and over, he came up with a plan: kill Huapao and throw him into the sea, pretending that he was killed by the smuggler.

Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents!
For this reason alone, fireworks deserve to die!
"Dang Dang Dang"

There was a knock on the office door. The door opened, and a plainclothes officer walked in: "Brother Feng, a wealthy man is looking for you. He has a business card and says he wants your help."

Liu Wenfeng took the business card handed to him by his subordinate and looked at the name on the card with a puzzled expression.

Renekton!
Mr. Renekton!
Liu Wenfeng looked at the English on the business card and struggled to spell out his name.

The future commander of the gatehouse will be named Rexton. He was formerly the foreign affairs secretary of the governor's office, a third-class officer student, and a confidant of the governor.

"Damn it! Since you're a big shot, then quickly invite him in."

Although he wasn't sure if the business card belonged to his future boss, Liu Wenfeng put Renekton's card aside, stood up, and had his plainclothes subordinates invite the tycoon in.

Seeing his boss's strong reaction, the undercover officer quickly nodded and went to invite the wealthy man.

Liu Wenfeng stepped out of his desk, picked up the business card again, and examined it closely.

It's not that he hasn't met important people, but these important people can't directly control his future. But his boss is different. A single word from his boss can make him rise to the top or fall from grace.

Two minutes later, Liu Wenfeng's office door opened, and his subordinates led a young man in a suit into the room.

Liu Wenfeng didn't recognize the young man in front of him, but he had been working in Guanlou since he was nineteen, rising from assistant clerk to head of the sixth section of the investigation department.

More than a decade of observing people's expressions and moods has honed my keen eye for detail.

Her clothes were from a foreign designer brand, she wore a diamond-encrusted gold Rolex on her wrist, and her shoes were custom-made.

This guy is definitely rich!
But this young man in front of me, this rich kid, was very different from the rich kids I had met before. This young man's eyes were completely expressionless, just like the Dead Sea described in geography magazines.

To be honest, this was Chi Mengli's first time visiting Guanlou. He didn't do business with seafood. Most of the AKB48 merchandise he sold was stolen goods from Shuifang, and a small portion was genuine merchandise from Chow Tai Fook.

He didn't arrange for the large speedboat to transport the yellow goods, so he didn't need to deal with the customs building.

Upon entering Liu Wenfeng's office, he looked around and found that the office was rather old, not only in terms of its furnishings but also in its location.

The location of an office reflects the owner's status within the organization.

Monofilament is right, Liu Wenfeng is indeed a marginal figure within the Guanlou.

"Hello, sir, my name is Liu Wenfeng. May I ask your name?"

The Rolex gold watch, worth at least several hundred thousand yuan and studded with diamonds, shone brightly under the lights, so dazzling that Liu Wenfeng couldn't open his eyes. He quickly spoke up to greet Chi Mengli.

Before Chi Mengli could speak, Liu Wenfeng's office door opened, and a foreigner in a customs officer's uniform walked in. Without even glancing at Liu Wenfeng, he went straight to Chi Mengli, extended his hand, and shook hands with her.

"Chi Sheng, I saw you at the banquet at the Governor's Mansion last time. I wanted to chat with you a bit more, but I had to leave early because of other matters, and I missed the opportunity to talk to you."

The foreigners in Hong Kong speak Cantonese fluently, and if they cover their faces, you definitely can't tell their identities just by listening to their voices.

"Mr. Ge Wei, it is my regret to miss the opportunity to chat with you."

"I only came to see Inspector Liu, I didn't expect to disturb you, I'm truly guilty of a capital offense."

After shaking hands with the guest guard, Chi Mengli withdrew her hand and chatted politely with Ge Wei for a few words.

"I won't disturb your business with Liu any longer. After you're finished talking, please do me the honor of sitting in my office for a while. I have Guatemalan coffee beans in my tea cabinet."

"Liu, treat Chi Sheng well."

After finishing his conversation with Chi Mengli, Ge Wei remembered that there was another person in the office. He said something coldly and then turned and left.

Although he witnessed Ge Wei's complete change of attitude, Liu Wenfeng still had to put on a smiling face and fawn over Ge Wei's cold shoulder before seeing him out of the office.

The reason is simple: Gervais is the superintendent, a fifth-rank official student. Even if the Irishman Saddam were there, he would have to put on a smiling face. Because of Gervais's word, Saddam would have to step aside and take a clerical job.

Liu Wenfeng, half-bent over, waved and watched Ge Wei leave. Only after Ge Wei's figure disappeared at the elevator entrance did he straighten up and walk back into his office. "Chi Sheng, don't laugh at me, but in Guanlou, it's still the foreigners who are in charge. We Chinese have no future at all."

Liu Wenfeng closed the office door, opened the bookcase, took out a bottle of XO, poured two glasses, and presented them to Chi Mengli.

It wasn't even noon yet, and he shouldn't be drinking, but he felt so frustrated that if he didn't have a drink, he would be crushed by the anger in his heart.

"Liu sir, please do as you please. I don't like drinking."

Chi Mengli moved her wine glass aside, took out her cigarette case, picked out a Double Happiness cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it herself.

After taking a sip of his drink, Liu Wenfeng felt much less stressed. He picked up the business card and handed it back to Chi Mengli with both hands.

"Chi Sheng, you must have come here to ask me something. As long as it's within my power, I will do my best to make sure you can rest assured."

Chi Mengli took the business card and stuffed it into his pocket. That old crocodile Renekton had only given him one business card. If he lost it, things would be in serious trouble.

"Liu sir, no rush, please finish this drink first, and we can talk slowly."

Chi Mengli crossed her legs, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, and told Liu Wenfeng to finish his drink, saying there was no rush.

Liu Wenfeng couldn't quite understand Chi Mengli, who was sitting on the sofa smoking. This rich young master had a sincere smile, but it was also chilling and terrifying. The menacing aura around him didn't match the smile on his face at all.

After staring at the menacing aura for a while, he felt a little uneasy and all he wanted was a sip of XO.

Chi Mengli finished his cigarette, but there was no ashtray on the coffee table, so he could only throw the cigarette butt into Liu Wenfeng's wine glass. He took out his wallet, lit a Red Snapper bill, and placed it on the rim of the glass.

If you break someone else's cup, you have to compensate them with another one.

Liu Wenfeng also put down his wine glass, subconsciously sat up straight, and looked at the wealthy young man in front of him.

"Liu sir, don't be nervous. I'm not a big shot. I'm just a gangster."

"It's almost time. I'd like to invite you to watch a show."

Chi Mengli walked to the window. Liu Wenfeng was also very curious. What kind of tricks would this rich young man who called himself a gangster play on his turf? What kind of excitement would he have to watch?

Bonham East Street is located in Sheung Wan, near Queen's Road, and is a very lively area.

Liu Wenfeng watched the pedestrians and citizens coming and going on the street, wondering when the excitement Chi Mengli was talking about would happen. Just as he was about to ask, he saw a fat man wearing a red baseball cap crossing the road.

"This man who violated traffic rules is an informant. His destination is the gatehouse we are standing on. He wants to report it."

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

As Chi Mengli counted down, when he reached one, a car without license plates suddenly made a sharp turn and crashed into the informant who was breaking traffic rules.

The car was going very fast and hit the fat man, sending him flying!
The fat man, who had been knocked away, crashed heavily onto the ground, causing the small grasses in the cracks of the concrete road to tremble.

Chi Mengli and Liu Wenfeng, standing in front of the glass on the fifth floor of the gate tower, saw everything clearly.

"Chi Sheng, did you do this?"

Liu Wenfeng saw a person jump out of a car without license plates, lower his head and run away, disappearing into the crowd. He was a customs officer with independent investigative authority, and his hands were stained with blood. He wouldn't be scared by such a small scene.

"I did it! But they all did it voluntarily!"

Chi Mengli took out her cigarette case again, lit another cigarette, and muttered to herself.

"them?"

Liu Wenfeng was puzzled and uttered a question.

"That fat monk was the manager of a frozen food company at Wan Chai Pier. He owed 300,000 to the underground gambling dens. The skinny monk who hit him was the fat monk's younger brother. The two brothers shared a hobby: they both liked to gamble."

“They both agreed to stand up and act in my favor, and I will settle their bills and give each of them 100,000 yuan.”

“No matter how I calculate it, I can’t lose money in this deal, because after those two fat and thin monks get the money, they will definitely gamble again, and the 200,000 will definitely come back to my hands.”

"Nine out of ten gamblers lose; they're worse off than pigs, even if they lose everything!"

Chi Mengli continued flicking cigarette ash into her wine glass, making sarcastic remarks.

Through Chi Mengli's explanation, Liu Wenfeng could confirm that the wealthy man in front of him was indeed a gangster, and that everything that happened downstairs was orchestrated by this scoundrel himself.

Should we call the police?
No! I am a cop!
"If the thin monk hadn't made a mistake, the fat monk should have only suffered a broken bone."

“It will take at least five minutes for uniformed officers to arrive at the scene. I believe that five minutes is enough time for you to file a case and send a few plainclothes officers to investigate the counterfeit money case at Wan Chai Pier.”

Chi Mengli turned her head to look at Liu Wenfeng, who seemed at a loss. Seeing that he didn't make any move, she told him everything.

(End of this chapter)