Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 570, Section 160: Time Waits for No One
Liu Wenfeng felt like he was on a sinking ship. From the moment he received his boss's business card, he felt like he was being plotted against. This was an intuition he had developed over more than ten years of working.

To move or not to move!
Should we follow the plan of this self-proclaimed gangster, Chi Sheng?
Liu Wenfeng's mind was in turmoil. He had met many honest people, but he rarely saw one who confessed to his crimes so frankly!
Hong Kong is an adventurer's paradise. As long as you dare to dream, dare to fight, have a bold voice, and are daring, you can make a fortune.

Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace – this is the reality in Hong Kong.

"Don't you regret it now? You shouldn't have accepted my business card?"

"Actually, from the moment you took the business card, you were completely on board. Whether you file a case or not, whether you send out plainclothes officers or not, you can't wash away the filth on your body."

“If you don’t make a move, Ge Wei, who just left, will. He’s been guarding the gate tower today and hasn’t gone home to rest, just in case.”

"This is Agent Smith's business card from the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC). You can file a report now. Of course, you can tell the cops that you have been threatened."

"But the ship has already set sail. Even if you jump ship now, you will be torn to pieces by the propeller. All the participants and all those who know about this will want you dead."

"We are both pawns. The only difference is that I will become a player if I win this game."

Yihe was waiting, Zhou Miaoyun was waiting, and even Taigu, hiding in the shadows, was waiting. But they had the right to wait, because in their eyes, there were two plates of meat, and it didn't matter which one they ate.

This morning, Jardine Matheson Insurance sent a letter to Daily Fresh Insurance Company, stating that it would increase the margin requirement. Hang Seng Bank also added insult to injury, stating that the loan was risky and demanding that the repayment ratio be increased and the payment period be shortened.

The bosses have lost their patience!
Victory or defeat can be decided in an instant!
Upon hearing Chi Mengli's words, Liu Wenfeng's smile froze. Looking at the second business card Chi Mengli had taken out, he hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, "Mr. Chi, what are you talking about?"

"I'm an idiot, I don't understand very well!"

"Admitting you're a fool shows self-awareness! Self-awareness is a valuable quality in a person!"

Chi Mengli smiled and continued to look at the chaos downstairs, explaining, "Warehouse No. 15 at Wanchai Pier stores a large quantity of seafood, and this pier also stores a large quantity of counterfeit British pounds."

"The circuit boards, acid-free paper, color-changing ink, and printing machines are all in this warehouse."

"Once you've got this sorted out, I guarantee you'll get a promotion. The owner of the business card and Ge Wei will vouch for you. You'll become a senior assistant in the investigation department, second only to the top leader."

"And my spies behind me have the opportunity to cut and dissect flesh."

"As for me, I can get some leftovers too!"

Chi Mengli drew a triangle on the glass with her finger and explained the interests of all three parties.

When Liu Wenfeng heard that there was a large amount of counterfeit British pounds in Warehouse No. 15 at Wanchai Pier, he knew that his chance to get promoted and make a fortune had come. However, he was still unwilling to be manipulated and said, "Chi Sheng must be joking with me."

"This doesn't need to be a big deal. You can make any phone call, even an anonymous one, and we'll guarantee to get involved. We'll seal off the warehouse, arrest the company boss, and investigate slowly."

"Isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?"

"I'll get my men out there immediately and make sure they take care of the guy before the cops arrive."

"Chi Sheng, I'm timid. Next time you're going to build a big plane, please let me know in advance so I can be mentally prepared."

Chi Mengli tapped the glass with her finger and said perfunctorily, "Thank you for your help."

“The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is keeping a close eye on things now, so I can’t bring gifts. I’ve prepared HK$200,000 for you, and someone will deliver it to your home tonight.”

“Since Inspector Liu said to give advance notice, then I will. Your plainclothes officers need to act quickly, because someone will be making a move to silence you in three minutes.”

"I arranged the people too. They will actually fire, but it's just an act."

A thunderclap at the gate of the gatehouse would surely alarm the entire Hong Kong.

Liu Wenfeng's face immediately turned ugly. He quickly grabbed the microphone and ordered his plainclothes men downstairs to grab their weapons and rescue the fat monk lying on the street downstairs, then send him to the clinic for treatment.

The plainclothes officers from the Sixth Investigation Division inside the gatehouse all came out, armed with weapons, and rushed out of the gatehouse to protect the fat monk lying on the ground before the uniformed officers arrived.

"Wake up! Wake up! Stop playing dead!"

The plainclothes officer who had just led Chi Mengli inside noticed the bloodstains on the soles of his leather shoes. He rubbed them against Fat Monk's coat in disgust, then squatted down and patted Fat Monk's face.

"Officer, I need to report a crime at Wan Chai Ferry Pier."

"It hurts, it hurts so much! Officer, could you please call an ambulance for me?"

Fat Monk was badly injured by his younger brother, Skinny Monk. He felt like his ribs, arms, and thighs were broken. All he wanted to do now was go to the clinic to have his wounds bandaged.

"Be smart and tell me everything you know. I've already called an ambulance for you!"

"Should we report this to the police?"

The plainclothes officer took out a blank police report form from his pocket, along with a pen and inkpad, and had the fat monk sign and press his fingerprint on the blank space of the report form.

Even though his body was in pain, Fat Monk didn't forget to sign the document. As long as he signed, he would receive a reward of 100,000 yuan. With that 100,000 yuan, he could go to Macau to make a comeback.

Fat Monk signed both police reports. The plainclothes officers put the reports away. The dates on the two blank forms were already filled in; one was from five days ago, and the other was from today.

These seasoned veterans have mastered the art of manipulating the documents at the government office; even the Emperor himself couldn't find a flaw in them.

The plainclothes customs officer stood up and said to his brothers, "This bastard is a 'ghost kid,' a whistleblower. He'll be taken to the hospital in a bit. Two people a day, guarding him around the clock."

"This is what Brother Feng said. If you want to complain, go talk to Brother Feng. But it won't be a waste of time. After it's done, each of you will get five thousand yuan. If you work overtime, you can earn a year's salary. If you're not out of your mind, you'll agree."

"If you're really busy and can't get away, just tell Brother Feng."

“Bang, bang…”

Before the plainclothes officer could finish speaking, two claps of thunder were heard. He quickly lowered his head and ran into the gatehouse. The other plainclothes officers did the same, completely ignoring the fat monk lying on the street.

Fat Monk also heard the thunder. He thought it was the Wen family sending people to silence him, but both his legs were broken and one of his arms was broken. He could only crawl forward with his other arm.

A man wearing a mask and a baseball cap, holding a Black Star pistol, fired at the fat monk on the ground, but his aim was off, and all his shots hit the bricks.

After emptying the magazine, the man in the baseball cap and mask turned and ran into the alley.

Once the rats had escaped, the plainclothes officers who had hidden inside the gatehouse came out again, pretended to chase them for a few meters, and then quickly carried the fat monk into the gatehouse.

Having witnessed everything from her fifth-floor window, Chi Mengli felt that what was happening downstairs was more exciting than any Hollywood blockbuster.

"I will be ordering goods again tonight, not counterfeit pounds, but sea cucumbers. You can take photos, record audio and video of the whole process to prove my innocence. Goods will be delivered to warehouse number 15 at Wanchai Ferry Pier in the middle of the night."

Chi Mengli took out her wallet, counted out ten large gold bull bills, and placed them on Liu Wenfeng's desk: "It's the New Year, please treat Liu sir and the brothers to some tea and a late-night snack." "Goodbye!"

After putting away her wallet, Chi Mengli left Liu Wenfeng's office to deliver a New Year's gift to Old Man Wen. Over the past six months, she had taken on quite a few projects for the Wen family, and it was time to part ways amicably.

Having completely boarded the pirate ship, Liu Wenfeng had no other choice. He watched Chi Mengli leave, and only after she had completely disappeared from his sight did he pick up the large gold bull on the table and start counting it one by one.

That's a generous offer of 20,000 yuan.

"Brother Feng, I've brought him back. This fat pig was really heavy; it made all the guys sweat!"

The plainclothes customs officer who had the fat monk sign the document walked in directly when he saw that Liu Wenfeng hadn't closed the door. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and complained.

“Little panda, your path to wealth has arrived! As long as you’re bold, we can both get promoted and make a fortune.”

Liu Wenfeng pointed out ten large gold bulls, threw them on the desk, and instructed, "You don't need many people. Including you, find three more, all of them must be your own people who keep their mouths shut."

"Arrange for a new guy to take care of that fat pig. After the treatment, lock him in a cell and record his statement. It would be best to find a video recorder and record all of the fat pig's statements."

"Do it swiftly and decisively! Don't leave any leverage for anyone to use against you!"

"Tonight, you're coming with me to Warehouse No. 15 at Wan Chai Pier. Bring two cameras; we're going to take pictures as evidence."

"Distribute the money!"

"Keep your mouth shut, don't let anything slip!"

When Panda Boy saw the large gold bull on the desk, his eyes lit up. He quickly nodded, grabbed all the gold bulls on the desk, counted them, took out four bills, and stuffed them into his pocket right in front of Liu Wenfeng.

Liu Wenfeng saw what Panda Boy was doing, but didn't say a word. Panda Boy, this good-for-nothing, was his trusted confidant and distant cousin. They were bound together by fate, sharing both glory and ruin.

Even if he wanted to join forces with Huapao, Huapao wouldn't dare accept him. If he were to be sidelined, he would have to go and check out the docks.

Taking more at this time actually makes me feel more at ease.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, all the people I found this time are mute, so I guarantee they won't talk too much."

"I'm going to get to work now!"

The panda cub was beaming with joy. The end of the year was supposed to be tough, but with an extra four thousand yuan in his pocket, even the most difficult year was over.

Chi Mengli walked out of the gate tower, put on sunglasses, and saw that the streets had returned to normal order.

That's how indifferent and ruthless big cities are; no matter how bustling and lively they are, they won't disrupt the operation of a metropolis.

This metropolis of six million people is never short of liveliness.

Xizai, who was sitting in the driver's seat, quickly got out of the car, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and then opened the back door to invite the boss into the car.

"Brother Sheng, Sister Xiren sent over a box, saying it contains two million in cash and fifty thousand pounds."

"It was delivered by the accountant. Sister Xiren specifically asked me to count it. I just finished counting it, and the amount is correct. Ah Niu has already scraped it off, and Brother Acong is interrogating him. The results should be out soon."

"There's already news about him. Someone saw him in Yuen Long with a peanut stuck in his leg. He went to an unlicensed clinic in Yuen Long for treatment and was discovered."

Hei-zai started the car, recounted all the intelligence he had gathered, turned the car around, and returned to Yau Ma Tei.

"knew!"

Chi Mengli picked up the newspaper next to her and began to read it carefully. The news of Riri Fresh Supermarket being targeted was on the front page of major newspapers, after all, Riri Fresh had been breaking sales records recently.

With daily sales of ten million, and that's just for a single-category fresh food supermarket, it's an achievement that's hard to reach, not just in Hong Kong, but throughout Asia.

With trending topics and sensationalism, the news media will definitely continue to pay attention, not to mention the current widespread chaos.

Xizai drove Chi Mengli back to Yau Ma Tei. Today, the Liji Restaurant on Shanghai Street has already hung up big red lanterns.

On the 28th day of the Lunar New Year, according to custom, Chinese businesses begin their holiday today and distribute red envelopes (containing money).

However, food stalls, restaurants, and entertainment venues only get big business during holidays. Take Dragon Palace Nightclub for example, all the private rooms have been booked from today until the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

Singers, dancers, and hostesses are all in short supply. In accordance with the rules of the entertainment industry, Dragon Palace Nightclub has increased its profit-sharing ratio. The madams, including Little Mouth, are also busy recruiting people, pulling dancers, singers, and hostesses from other venues to Dragon Palace.

Xizai parked the car in front of the antique shop, where Xiren, Bocai Dong, Acong, and Jimi waited at the intersection.

Chi Mengli got out of the car and asked Bo Cai to get the box from the trunk. She then said to Ji Mi, "Ji Mi, go and keep watch over Tuo Di, just in case."

"let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Chi Mengli led the way towards Liji Restaurant.

Xi Ren, A Cong, and Bo Cai Dong, carrying a suitcase, followed Chi Meng Li to this treacherous banquet.

Liji Restaurant is doing brisk business today, with waiters carrying trays constantly moving around.

When the lobby manager of Liji Restaurant saw Chi Mengli and his group enter the room, he quickly went up to greet them: "Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng, congratulations on your prosperity and a happy new year."

"Uncle Liang has arrived. This way, please!"

After a few polite words, the lobby manager of Liji Restaurant invited Chi Mengli and his party to the second floor.

Today, the second-floor hall and private rooms of Liji Restaurant are not open to the public.

The second-floor hall was empty, with only three large round tables set up.

When Wen Laogui saw that Liangzai Sheng and his group had arrived, he immediately stood up, patted Wen Tianxin on the shoulder, and asked him to join in greeting the guests.

"Ah Sheng, long time no see! Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

Holding a handful of red envelopes, Old Man Wen happily shook hands with Chi Mengli, patted the back of Chi Mengli's hand, and greeted her warmly.

"Uncle Wen, it's been a long time indeed! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Young Master Wen, wishing you prosperity! Happy New Year!"

(End of this chapter)