Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 579 (169): A New Year's Gift (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

It's not surprising to find a fake Taurus in this warehouse, but it would be quite unexpected to find a real one!
The HSBC banknote verification expert squatted down, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, took out white gloves, tore open the plastic wrap of the large gold bull banknote, took out a banknote, and carefully felt the texture on it.

It's water ripples!

The clear texture indicates a high level of engraving on the circuit board, suggesting it's a European board. North America prefers embossed textures, Italy favors water ripple textures, and only countries like Austria use water ripple textures.

This pattern is not an anti-counterfeiting mark, but a characteristic of the circuit board. Ordinary users are unaware of it; only those working in this industry know about it.

HSBC was born in Hong Kong, and the characteristics of Hong Kong are embodied in HSBC, Standard Chartered, and Jardine Matheson. Similarly, the old customs and traditions of Hong Kong are also embodied in HSBC, Standard Chartered, and Jardine Matheson.

HSBC had always used its ancestral mint or the Hong Kong mint. According to banknote verification experts, the European mint was only used once, and it was taken down by the Big Circle Boys at the airport.

The company's own insurance company bore the losses and compensated HSBC for them.

The counterfeit money expert quickly pulled out a notebook from his briefcase, flipped through it rapidly, found a photo sealed in plastic film, and carefully compared it with the anti-counterfeiting number on the photo.

These are the new coins produced by the European mint that HSBC lost!

The answer flashed into his mind, startling the banknote expert into breaking out in a cold sweat. He stood up, momentarily stunned, and almost fainted. This golden bull, which shouldn't have appeared in Hong Kong, had actually surfaced.

Flop!

Ge Wei, who had been standing by and watching coldly, suddenly understood everything! He stepped forward and said, "Expert Chu, would you like me to send someone to accompany you to the clinic?"

The banknote counter didn't want to go to the clinic; he wanted to return to headquarters and quickly notify the head of the inspection department. But when he saw Ge Wei's ambiguous smile, he immediately realized what was going on and tucked the large golden bull in his hand into his notebook.

"Officer Ge, I'd like to take this banknote back for verification. That should be fine, right?"

Ge Wei had already received a box of silver from Chi Mengli, and of course he was eager for things to blow up completely. He nodded and said, "Okay, but we need to register it. This matter is too turbulent; it's best to stay out of it."

The banknote verification expert quickly nodded, then registered it in the register, took photos, and returned to the HSBC headquarters building under the protection of customs officers and detectives.

Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Liu Wenfeng, who was standing to the side, quickly went up and said, "Ge sir, Miss Luna from the BBC is taking photos and videos in the back room. Would you like to meet her?"

"Miss Luna wants to write an interview with Inspector Ge to inquire about the investigation plan. Miss Luna said that this documentary is going to be shown at Zu's house."

Upon hearing that a prominent BBC reporter was in the back warehouse, Ge Wei immediately perked up. If he were to appear on the BBC, he would become a household name. He was young, a fifth-class officer student, and a graduate of Cambridge University.

If things go smoothly, obtaining a high-ranking medal and becoming a knight shouldn't be too difficult.

He quickly straightened his uniform, adjusted his peaked cap with both hands, and then, accompanied by several trusted assistants, walked into the back warehouse.

But halfway there, Ge Wei stopped, turned to Liu Wenfeng, and said, "Section Chief Liu, this is the finishing touch. You've taken care of your work."

"Timing is very important! I think it's about time. Go and bring the suspect back. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, and I'll find someone else to do it."

"Yes, sir!"

"I'll get to work right now!"

Ge Wei's words were both a reminder and a warning. Liu Wenfeng had already obtained a confession and broken into the Wen family's warehouse. There was no turning back now. Going or not going meant certain death. There was no point in hesitating!

The front warehouse, the back warehouse, and the men from the first and second divisions have all taken over. His men are no longer of any use. We might as well go with him and show off a bit.

"You're the one who investigated this case, so you're in charge of the trial. That's what Commander Renekton instructed us to do."

To encourage Liu Wenfeng to push forward without hesitation, Ge Wei reassured him before going into the back room to be interviewed by a BBC reporter.

The customs officers and detectives present who heard the words all wore complex expressions.

Everyone knows who owns Warehouse No. 15. If the Wen family holds out this time, they will definitely come after them. At that time, Liu Wenfeng will definitely die without a burial place, because even if the Wen family had a hundred times the courage, they would not dare to cause trouble for the foreigners.

But that's in the future. Once this case is resolved, Liu Wenfeng will definitely be promoted and make a fortune. The investigation department is currently short of a senior assistant director position. If Liu Wenfeng can secure this position, he will definitely be able to keep it.

When that time comes, everyone will have to stand up straight and salute when they see Liu Wenfeng again.

Seeing his peers promoted and climbing above him, bossing him around all day, he felt truly resentful.

Liu Wenfeng noticed the expressions on his colleagues' faces, but he didn't care.

"Three parts destiny, seven parts hard work; only those who dare to fight will win." He nodded to Ge Wei's retreating figure, indicating that he understood everything, and waved his hand, signaling the Sixth Section members to follow him and get to work.

The group got into the car and headed straight for the Wen family mansion.

Seeing that the customs officers were about to make a big move, Luna's driver and assistant quickly stopped Panda Boy, who hadn't had time to get in the car yet. After asking for the exact location, she rushed into the warehouse.

After telling Luna, I drove to meet Liu Wenfeng and continue the follow-up interview.

The buildings on both sides of Victoria Harbour were adorned with golden sheep lanterns early on, and the giant golden sheep lanterns, in gold and red, blinked their glass eyes on the Jinshan Building.

The newly completed HSBC headquarters across the strait has turned on its exterior neon lights, turning the entire building into a giant light pillar, with gilded beams of light flowing down the glass curtain wall every three minutes.

The neon signs on Nathan Road were brighter than usual, and the golden sheep logo of Chow Tai Fook reflected a warm glow on the faces of passersby. The red lanterns of the roast meat shop next door crackled in the draft, and the aroma of roast chicken and goose mingled with the caramel smell of egg waffles from the street vendors, weaving through the crowds.

The sound of cymbals made the iron gates of the arcade hum. The Tung Wah Group of Hospitals and Po Leung Kuk had hired martial arts performers to perform dragon and lion dances for the local residents.

Suddenly, the lead lion opened its mouth, leaped, and caught the lettuce thrown by the vendor. Cheers erupted in Cantonese from the crowd, startling the pigeons perched on the billboard.

On a pedestrian overpass in Mong Kok, an old lady selling windmills spins her colorful plastic wheels with a whooshing sound, and the "Good Fortune and Prosperity" on her red velvet cloth is blown by the wind onto the shoulders of passing couples.

Fireworks suddenly shot into the night sky over Victoria Harbour, illuminating the clock tower in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Someone in the crowd shouted "Happy New Year!" The mix of Cantonese, Mandarin, and English proved that Hong Kong is a place where Eastern and Western cultures blend together.

Today, the Hong Kong tram company is working overtime, and the trams will run until midnight. The trams, with lanterns all over the windows, pass by the street corner, and the clanging sound reminds the citizens on the road to pay attention to safety and give way.

This is the busiest time of the year in Hong Kong. Chi Mengli is driving a Land Rover Defender SUV slowly toward North Point.

The first place Shanghainese settled in Hong Kong was North Point. Li Caifa, known as the "Little Du Yuesheng," opened the Ritz Nightclub in North Point, which has always been a popular entertainment district in Hong Kong.

North Point was also known as the "Little Bund" because it was full of Shanghainese. The wealthy Shanghainese tycoons all bought land and built buildings in the vicinity of North Point.

Li Ka-shing earned his first fortune in real estate in North Point by building luxury apartments and selling them to wealthy Shanghainese.

Actually, I can be considered a Shanghainese myself, because the Chi family's ancestral home is also in the Bund, although it was a small, low-income area. My grandfather was a sailor for the Lu family, and he took the whole family with him on a boat to Hong Kong.

Although the whole family was crammed into the cargo hold, it was stuffy and hot, but they eventually made it to Hong Kong. The Lu family also paid for identity cards for their crew members and their families. However, "Shanghai boy" is a general term, and a wealthy Shanghai boy is definitely different from a Shanghai boy without money.

Xiren rolled down the car window, opened her handbag, pointed out a red snapper, and asked for two plum blossom cakes. When she saw the old woman trying to give her change, she waved her hand and refused.

"Didn't you eat enough tonight?"

Guangdong Road was jammed like a pile of poop, so Chi Mengli had to step on the brakes. He picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water, twisted it open, and took a sip.

"It's been so long since I've had this! Brother Sheng, would you like to try some?"

Women value their figure, and this was the first time Xiren had ever broken that rule by not eating dinner and only drinking vegetable juice.

Chi Mengli hadn't eaten plum blossom cake in a long time, so she reached out and picked up another piece, took a bite, and found it very sweet and delicious with plenty of filling.

What used to be a half-hour journey took a full hour today. Chi Mengli felt like she was back on King's Road in Shau Kei Wan. The road widened considerably once the car reached the vicinity of Braemar Hill.

He parked his car near the Wen family mansion, took out his cigarette case, and lit a cigarette.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xi Ren rolled down the window to let in fresh air. Seeing several black vans parked on both sides of the road, she asked in confusion, "Liu Wenfeng is really quick. It's not even eight o'clock yet, and the customs officers are already here?"

Upon hearing Xi Ren's words, Chi Mengli looked in the direction of the van and immediately shook her head: "These aren't Liu Wenfeng's men; they must be paparazzi hired by Boogie."

"The Wen family is a small tycoon family in Hong Kong, so the paparazzi are definitely hoping to dig up some dirt on them."

"The press release is ready. Tomorrow morning, both ATV and TVB will broadcast the situation of the four young masters of the Wen family in their morning news."

"By then, even if Old Man Wen wants to shut him up, he won't be able to."

"Instead of wasting time watching the gala late at night, why not go for a drive and see our own well-written and directed show?"

"A ten-sided ambush was set up at Jiuli Mountain, and I was utterly defeated, losing my armor and having nowhere to advance or retreat."

"Heaven intends to destroy Chu and revive Han, but all the worldly achievements will be lost to the flowing springs!"

"The Chu song scattered my eight thousand troops, and I watched helplessly as my hegemonic ambitions turned to ashes!"

In high spirits, Chi Mengli became slightly carried away and, in front of Xiren, began to sing the monologue of the King of Chu when he was desperate in "Farewell My Concubine".

But after the opera aria was sung, he regretted it a little. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, while he was just a mouse playing with an elephant. If he made a mistake, he would lose the whole game.

No one knows how many connections, relatives, and friends the Wen family has in Hong Kong across three generations, so I need to prepare some trump cards in case I run out of options.

"Public opinion! It is indeed a sharp blade. Even if the Wen family escapes death this time, their faces will still be stained with mud, and it will be difficult for two or three generations to clear their name."

Xi Ren was a little hungry, so she took out the remaining half of the plum blossom cake and ate it while watching the fireworks in the sky.

Behind the wall and the street, in the main building of the Wen family mansion, Wen Tianchuan was in his room, legs crossed, making a phone call to Li Mogu. The marriage between the Wen and Li families was almost settled, and he was calling Miss Li Mogu very frequently.

He chatted with Li Mogu for half an hour before hanging up the phone and leaving a pager message for Zhang Manxin. Manxin had to host a boxing match today and wouldn't finish her hosting duties until 11 o'clock.

After leaving the pager message, Wen Tianchuan turned on the TV in the room, tuned it to the entertainment channel, and watched the boxing match.

"Dang Dang Dang"

"Fourth Young Master, dinner is ready. Madam requests your presence."

The maid knocked on the door, waited three seconds, and then opened it to speak to Wen Tianchuan, who was sitting on the sofa.

"I know!"

"Lucky Red Envelope!"

Red envelopes are given by superiors to subordinates, and by the elderly to younger generations.

Thanks to Zhang Manxin's advertising endorsement, Wen Tianchuan has recently earned a lot of money and had prepared it well in advance. He picked up a red envelope and gave it to the little maid.

"Thank you, Fourth Young Master!"

The little maid accepted the red envelope with both hands and left happily.

Because it was a family dinner, Wen Tianchuan didn't wear a suit jacket, only a white shirt. He washed his face and hands before going downstairs.

The family reunion dinner that evening was very lavish, with a total of sixteen main dishes.

There are four routes for birds, four routes for beasts, four routes for mountain delicacies, and four routes for seafood.

There were also four fruit platters, four candied fruits, four pastries, eight cold dishes, and two soups.

The bell tolls at the height of prosperity, a testament to the grandeur of a wealthy family.

Wen Hailiang, dressed in a bright and festive long robe and mandarin jacket, sat in the main seat, waiting for the four Wen family tigers he had trained to kowtow and wish him a Happy New Year.

The four men of the Wen family kowtowed to Wen Hailiang to wish their father a long and prosperous New Year.

Four red envelopes were handed out to the four boys, each containing a large red envelope containing 88,800 yuan.

Apart from Wen Tianchuan, the other three members of the Wen family each had their own businesses. The 88,800 yuan was sometimes not even enough for them to go out for a drink and entertainment. They just wanted to have a good omen and wish for good fortune.

After kowtowing to their father, everyone took their seats according to their status as guests and hosts.

It was another peaceful and harmonious year, with everyone healthy and free from illness and disaster. Wen Hailiang was very satisfied. He raised his wine glass, just about to say a few auspicious words, when he saw the housekeeper, Ayun, rush into the hall with a bad expression on her face.

problem occurs!
Wen Hailiang frowned, put down his wine glass, and looked at the housekeeper, Ayun.

“Sir, there’s a group of guards outside the gate. They have arrest warrants and want to come in. I’ve already notified the law firm, and they’ll send someone over soon.”

"But this group of police officers came in aggressively, showing no respect whatsoever! They're trying to force their way in! We can't stop them!"

The butler, Wen Yun, whispered in Wen Hailiang's ear, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Excuse me, may I ask if this is Mr. Wen Tianchuan?"

Wen Hailiang looked up at the main entrance, where a large group of police officers wearing badges barged into the hall!
(End of this chapter)