Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 602, page 192: Today's Cause
Because of Spinach East's thorough preparations, Black Tiger's few fire bottles turned Warehouse No. 15 into a volcano.

Guan Loujun, who was listening to the radio on the second floor, also noticed something was wrong outside the window. He quickly opened the window and saw Hei Ahu standing downstairs. He quickly pulled out his Lion Nose sword and shouted, "Damn it! You set fire to the building and will be locked up for life!"

Kneel down! Put your hands behind your head!

Hei Ahu hadn't expected that there were still military uniforms in Warehouse No. 15. When he saw Guan Loujun grabbing his weapon, he turned and ran without a second thought.

By the time he ran into the pile of containers, Huanxi and the others had long since disappeared, leaving only a van parked on the side of the road.

I'm so glad I didn't lie to myself!
It's better to live a miserable life than to die! Nobody wants to die, especially since Black Tiger still has things on his mind. His wife went to Amsterdam, and now the affairs of Hong Kong are no longer his concern. He has also fulfilled his promise to Handsome Winner.

Once you drive this car back to Wenmingli, back to the tenement building where you're hiding, take your money for crossing the river and your wife's dowry, you can take the ferry to Haojiang. Once you're in Haojiang, you can take a plane to Amsterdam and reunite with your wife.

All the grudges and conflicts in the martial arts world are no longer my concern!
My lifeless heart began to beat again.

Hei Ahu turned his head and looked at the burning warehouse number 15 for a full five seconds before taking off all his clothes and becoming completely naked. He then tentatively reached out to pull the door of the van.

The car door opened!
Hei Ahu felt his heart pounding in his throat. He quickly reached for the steering wheel and found the car key inserted underneath it.

Is Brother Sheng really going to let me off the hook?!

Hei Ahu slapped the steering wheel hard, almost bursting out laughing.

"Hey boss, long time no see!"

A familiar voice came from the back of Hei Ahu's head. The eerie voice sent a chill down his spine. He looked at Ni Luo's disheveled face through the rearview mirror.

Having already greeted the big boss of the Baimen, Mud Snail didn't hesitate. He immediately looped the steel wire around Black Tiger's neck, stepped on the back of Black Tiger's seat, and pulled back desperately with both hands.

Startled by the mud snail, Hei Ahu reacted a step too slowly and could only grab the wire with his hands. However, the wire was very sharp and cut his hands raw, causing him to lose his grip.

Although Mud Snail was shot and his body was not as strong as it used to be, he succeeded in his sneak attack and, with the help of weapons, quickly subdued his sect leader.

The taut steel wire, sharper than the Heaven-Slaying Sword or the Dragon-Slaying Saber from martial arts novels, sliced ​​through the skin on his neck and dug into his flesh.

Hei Ahu couldn't make a sound. His hands kept digging into his flesh, trying to pry out the wire that was stuck in his flesh, but it was all in vain. He couldn't breathe fresh air through his mouth and nose, and his brain felt increasingly dizzy.

With both feet braced against the back of the driver's seat, Mud Snail pulled hard on the steel wire, not daring to loosen its grip even slightly, using all its strength to keep Black Tiger pinned to the driver's seat.

The steel wire had severed his blood vessels, and blood was seeping from the broken skin wounds, flowing all over his chest. Black Tiger could no longer care about the bleeding; he involuntarily straightened his legs, lifted his body into the air, and placed his feet on the windshield.

Only from this angle can he relax a little and catch his breath.

But Mud Snail won't leave a way out for his own boss. The situation is simple now: it's a fight to the death. He can't possibly let Black Tiger leave Wanchai Ferry Pier alive.

The stalemate lasted for a full minute. The steel wire had already cut into Hei A Hu's neck bones, severing his blood vessels and trachea, and crushing his Adam's apple. At this point, even standing upside down would not bring him any chance of survival.

Hei Ahu was completely out of it, but his brain was still controlling his feet, which were hitting the windshield intermittently before finally resting limply on the steering wheel and then sliding down onto the gear shift.

Even so, Mud Snail did not let his guard down. He continued to use all his strength to keep the steel wire taut until he heard the sirens of fire trucks outside the window, at which point he finally let go.

Because of the strenuous exercise, the wounds on his body reopened, and his white T-shirt was stained red with blood seeping from the wounds. Niluo sat on the back seat, panting heavily, with beads of sweat the size of beans constantly sliding down his forehead.

He took out his cigarette case, put one in his mouth, and tried to light it with a disposable lighter, but after rubbing the flint wheel a few times, he couldn't get it to light. He could only lean back in his chair, panting heavily.

After resting for five minutes, Mud Snail finally pushed open the car door, jumped out, opened the door, looked at Black Tiger in the driver's seat, sneered, and said "Boss!" before spitting a wad of phlegm onto the face of the already dead Boss.

After watching the tragic end of the big boss for half a minute, he shoved Black Tiger into the passenger seat, sat in the driver's seat himself, started the van, and drove out of Wan Chai Ferry Pier.

"We vow to go, even if it means braving mountains of knives, our spirit will be strong, and we will overcome a thousand obstacles!"

"Boundless passion, proud manhood, I'll brave hell alone!"

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The driver of the van, Mud Snail, was singing smugly. It was a song that was perfect for Adam Cheng to sing right now, "I Swear to Go Through the Mountain of Knives." He sang it loudly, rolled down the window, and shouted as he sang.

But as he sang, he began to weep, sobbing uncontrollably and howling meaninglessly.

Today's Black Tiger is tomorrow's Mud Snail; once they enter the martial world, their fates are the same sooner or later.

Wen Hailiang sat in a chair, watching the young masters and ladies of wealthy families dancing gracefully on the dance floor. He had received an invitation from the governor of the province a long time ago, inviting him to attend a charity gala at the Eagle's Nest nightclub on the top floor of the Hilton Hotel.

This is the Chief Secretary's most important annual dinner. Since 1970, the Chief Secretary has been hosting business dinners at the Eagle's Nest nightclub.

At this time of year, the president of the Chinese General Chamber of Commerce, its vice presidents, and key members of various chambers of commerce will receive an invitation.

Wen Hailiang is considered a big shot in the seafood industry. He owns a fleet of ships, warehouses, a small dock, and the largest seafood processing center in Hong Kong. Therefore, the Wen family is always present at the Governor's banquets.

The Chief Secretary is the head steward of Hong Kong. He doesn't value politics; he values ​​employment and crime rates more. As long as these two aspects are fine, he can enjoy drinks with his colleagues in the Overseas Colonies Department.

As an official, one can only rise as high as the Governor-General or Chief Secretary, unless one resigns from public office, joins the Conservative or Labour Party, and becomes a Member of Parliament.

To become a member of parliament, one needs capital and constituency support. Constituency support, to put it simply, means large corporations setting up factories and boosting employment.

Hong Kong has no shortage of Chinese tycoons who want to make progress together; they will provide conveniences for the Chief Secretary and get rich together.

The difference in treatment between having someone to protect you and not having anyone to protect you is like night and day.

It's a principle that everyone understands: stick to what you know, not what you don't!
Wen Hailiang attended the Eagle's Nest Gala of the Provincial Treasurer in 1989, and he had never encountered such a cold reception as tonight. Everyone acted as if they didn't see him and treated him like he was invisible.

Only a few relatives and old friends, out of consideration for their long-standing relationship, went up to greet Wen Hailiang, chatted for a few words, and then left.

Let's just avoid it!
The key now is for the Wen family to get through this safely. As long as the Wen family gets through this, everything will be as before.

Wen Hailiang came tonight not to see the Provincial Treasurer. He had enough money in his pocket to fill the Provincial Treasurer's stomach, and besides, the Provincial Treasurer wouldn't step forward and take any risks for this matter.

The Chief Secretary is a perpetual victor who only enjoys the delicious steaks on the victory table.

Wen Hailiang came this time to meet Renekton. The middleman helped to make the connection, and Renekton will have a few words with him to come up with a solution.

He can only wait now, waiting for the dawn of a solution.

The case at Warehouse No. 15 at Wan Chai Pier is a long knife hanging over their heads, but the warehouse at Taikoo Pier is a noose that will hang the Wen family.

Taikoo Wharf has been sealed off, and the goods of more than a dozen Chinese merchants have been implicated and sealed off. These people dare not cause trouble for Guanlou, let alone for Taikoo Trading Company.

I dare not cause trouble with the government officials, nor with the foreigners, so I can only pick on the easy target.

Coincidentally, the Wen family is this easy target!

These people have begun to exert pressure from all sides, trying to get Wen Hailiang to spend his own money to solve all the problems.

"Hello, Mr. Wen, may I sit down and rest my feet for a bit?"

The middleman, the head of the Gulf Consulting firm, had just finished dancing when he stood in front of Wen Hailiang's table, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and started chatting with Wen Hailiang.

In Hong Kong, 100% of the consulting firms are public relations companies. As long as you can produce a quote from a public relations company, it's possible to have dinner and chat with the Queen of England.

After all, the British royal family also has its own public relations firm that auctions off various opportunities to meet with the royal family every year, earning a lot of money.

Wen Hailiang perked up and said with a smile, "Of course! I'd love to have someone to chat with!"

Bannon sat down diagonally opposite Wen Hailiang, snapped his fingers, ordered a glass of champagne, downed it in one gulp, shook his head, and said with a smile, "These socialites are all so arrogant, they don't know what's what." "Mr. Wen, when you chat with me, you can only talk about the weather and golf. As for fishing, you're the fishing king, you go sea fishing every day."

"But when it comes to fishing, our Mr. Renekton is also an expert, Mr. Renekton!"

Renekton doesn't fish, and as an environmentalist, he wouldn't intentionally damage the environment, but that was a pretext for striking up a conversation. Bannon spoke up to stop Renekton, who had already wandered over to his side.

In the Zu family, it would be impolite for two unfamiliar gentlemen who had never met before to sit together and discuss gold and silver; a middleman would be needed to introduce them.

"Yes! Bansheng! It's just that I haven't had any luck lately and haven't caught any big fish!"

Renekton stopped and stood right in front of Wen Hailiang, speaking with a double entendre.

Wen Hailiang had been sitting all night, his buttocks and head aching. He was exhausted, but he had finally gotten the opportunity he had bought with a large sum of money.

"There are no big fish because we're not using meat bait. As long as the bait contains animal fat and a little fish blood, we can catch big fish. But in my experience, sometimes if you have a little patience, the big fish will take the bait on their own."

Wen Hailiang gave a wry smile. He was the big fish that had come to him of its own accord.

"Haha! I won't disturb you two's discussion on fishing any longer. Mr. Renekton, you must be familiar with Mr. Wen, the King of Sea Fishing. You two chat first, I'm going to dance again."

Bannon has other clients, and since Rexton has arrived on time, it means the deal is done. Whether the two parties can reach an agreement is none of his business.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and, like a slippery eel, burrowed back into the dance floor.

“You’re an expert at fishing, but sometimes even if you bleed the fish a little and add some lard, you might not catch a big one.”

Renekton sat down naturally. Just now, Gervais had called him to report on the fire at Warehouse No. 15 in Wanchai Pier and subtly conveyed a number to reassure his superior.

Even if Ge Wei hadn't said anything, Chi Sheng, the gangster, would have told him the price. The bill was clear; everyone knew who should get what, and no one would pretend not to know.

However, he keenly noticed that Wen Sheng, who was sitting next to him, seemed unaware of the situation. With such a poor source of information, it was no wonder he lost.

"Whether I'm fishing or making bait, I like to use strong bait. Others use sardines, loaches, or eels, but I only use small crucian carp, which have a lot of blood and meat!"

"Sauvignon Blanc, the spotted rat, came running right over after smelling the scent!"

When Wen Hailiang mentioned fish, he was actually using a double entendre, indicating that he was willing to pay a price as long as it helped the Wen family get through this crisis.

Hearing Wen Sheng, who was sitting next to him, vividly describe the techniques of fishing bait, Rickton shook his head without hesitation and said, "There are too many anglers now. No matter how much bait you use, you can't catch any big fish."

“Mr. Wen, this matter has been documented by the BBC. We are all sensible people. The goods in the warehouse have been targeted for a long time. As for who the owner is, you and I know the answer.”

"We have both witnesses and physical evidence. The entire Hong Kong media and international media are now paying attention to this matter. Interpol has sent us information indicating that this batch of goods came from the Nanmen Group."

"Nanmen Group is the largest poaching group in Asia. It controls 80 percent of the ivory and rhinoceros horn trade in Asia."

"Rhinoceros horn can enhance male virility. Any animal or plant that comes into contact with this word will become extinct. If one day a scientist says that cockroaches can enhance male virility, cockroaches will also be eaten to extinction!"

Renekton really didn't understand that 99% of rhinoceros horn is keratin, and keratin itself has no so-called medicinal activity, because after keratin is broken down, it is just ordinary amino acids, which cannot directly exert the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying.

Humans can now synthesize keratin artificially, just as they can synthesize ephedrine.

“Someone needs to take the blame! Step forward and take responsibility! The Department of Justice has decided to set up an investigation team, and the situation will become more complicated once a professional judicial investigation agency gets involved.”

At this point, telling the truth is actually the most advantageous thing to do.

Renekton made no attempt to hide anything and informed Wen Hailiang of the current predicament. Under the pressure from multiple sides, the Wen family had no way to escape. It was a smart move for someone to step forward and take the blame.

HSBC wants someone to take the blame in order to unfreeze its assets frozen by the Hong Kong Monetary Authority. Jardine Matheson wants the Wen family's upstream and downstream businesses to fill the weaknesses in the retail supermarket market. Swire wants land, and wants to get private warehouse land for free or at the lowest price so that it can develop real estate at extremely low cost.

These three major trading companies could cover the entire Hong Kong shopping mall with a mere gesture.

scapegoat!
This was the last thing Wen Hailiang wanted to choose. His youngest son was currently in jail, making him the perfect scapegoat.

Guan Lou wouldn't agree to choosing a smaller portion; this was a great opportunity to show off. Everyone in Guan Lou, from top to bottom, was waiting for this credit to advance their careers.

The cops wouldn't do it either, because it involves Black Tiger. If they take down Black Tiger, they can extract a lot of information from him, which can bring down a lot of gangsters and cause trouble for the water gang.

If you push your promising little boy out to be the scapegoat, your family will definitely fall apart and explode.

"Officer, is there any room for negotiation?"

Wen Hailiang still couldn't make the decision. He looked at Renekton, hoping there was room for negotiation.

Seeing that Wen Sheng was still not clear-headed, Renekton shook his head helplessly: "Sign a plea agreement, let little Wen Sheng take all the blame, and end this dispute quickly."

"Should we save one person or the whole family? Wen Sheng, you can't possibly not figure that out!"

This is the only thing we can do!
Whether to protect the eldest son whom he has trained for many years, or the youngest son who has no blood relation to him, there is no need to agonize over it!
The fact that my youngest son didn't die in his stroller was due to my momentary kindness and also to taking precautions.

Having another son by blood makes things much more convenient.

Wen Hailiang's expression was very bitter. Even if you raise a cat or a dog for more than 20 years, you will develop feelings for it. This expression was not meant to deceive Renekton across from him.

"This will require Mr. Renekton's cooperation!"

Wen Hailiang finally made up his mind and agreed to Renekton's plan.

“Everyone, from top to bottom, needs to be appeased. Mr. Wen, whether it’s Wanchai Ferry Pier or Taikoo Ferry Pier, you need Taikoo Li’s approval.”

“Swire Group recently issued high-risk bonds at the Hong Kong Club. The interest rates are high, and the handling fees for custody are even higher. These products are very risky, and the starting price is very high, reaching tens of millions. This has become a joke at the Hong Kong Club.”

"The head of Swire Group is very distressed and hopes that someone can buy all of these bonds."

"Also, HSBC has been lending very little recently, and we hope someone can lend money to help HSBC through this difficult time!"

Whenever Hong Kong issues bonds with high interest rates, high management fees, and high risks, Chinese tycoons become extremely anxious. This is because foreign firms, short of profits, will target Chinese-owned firms, hoping they will provide the profits to help them through the crisis.

Wen Hailiang gave a wry smile, never expecting that the Wen family would one day have to buy foreign firms' bonds at a loss.

It's worth noting that in the past, those who suffered financial losses were mostly wealthy and influential Chinese families in Xiangshan. Wen Hailiang didn't know whether to feel proud or sad.

The foreigners operate this process very smoothly. They lend money at HSBC with interest rates as high as 15%, and the loans do not pass through the Chinese-owned bank's account; they are directly transferred to Swire's high-risk bonds.

When the deadline arrives, the high-risk bonds of Swire will be completely wiped out, and the Wen family will have to repay the HSBC loan as soon as possible, otherwise the loan interest will continue to rise.

"It is an honor for the Wen family to be able to help Swire and HSBC!"

Gritting his teeth, with a bleeding heart, Wen Hailiang nodded in agreement with a bitter face.

"As for the part about Guan Lou, Mr. Sadandan will talk to you about it."

The money from HSBC and Swire was used to bribe the Governor-General and the Provincial Treasurer, so that these two benevolent figures would turn a blind eye and allow the matter to be dropped.

Even if you manage to appease the Buddha, you also need to appease the little devils below him.

The Wen family has business dealings with Sadangdan, so it's most suitable for the two of them to talk.

Renekton stood up. He had already completed his actions. Now, it was up to Chi Sheng to make his move!

(End of this chapter)