Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 635, Section 225: Free List

"Judge, we don't have much time left!"

"I still have four shoulder-fired rockets. These four rockets are enough to turn your leaf tree into pillars of fire, Judge!"

You have thirty seconds left!

"time does not wait!"

Chi Mengli glanced at the diamond-encrusted gold Rolex on her wrist and reminded the judge beside her who had not yet made a decision.

The judge glanced at the burning glass greenhouse, then at the helicopters circling overhead. He gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Plants are not chemically synthesized substances; they require a growth cycle and time. From the time a leafy tree grows to harvest, it takes at least six months, and he doesn't want to spend another six months in the deep mountains and forests.

"Boss!"

The judge spoke, uttering a name, and anxiously looked at the helicopter in mid-air, hoping that the bastard on board would stop.

"Boss is dead! The other two names!"

Upon hearing the name, Chi Mengli recalled the waiter at the tea restaurant who carried a suitcase, claimed to be a deliveryman, and upon entering the office, prepared to use bamboo chopsticks to eat.

However, being a dirty rat, it wasn't very agile and was killed by itself in just one round.

"Amiya!"

"Who?"

The helicopter was a bit noisy, and Chi Mengli didn't quite hear what the judge said. He unscrewed the vodka cap again and poured all the vodka in the bottle onto the pounds.

"Amiya!"

"The customer initially ordered three people, but then changed their mind and cut one off. You eliminated one of them, so there's only one left, which is Amiya."

"Here's a piece of advice for you: Amiya isn't a gangster; she's a secret agent. It's just that the master she serves has already fallen."

Before the countdown began, the judge gave the name to Handsome Winner and gave him a reminder.

Amiya is not someone to be trifled with. It would be best if Handsome Sheng could handle her and resolve the situation. Otherwise, I would have to take action myself to settle this unstable factor.

"There's one more small problem, a minor one. Uncle Wen isn't a member of the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world). If he wants to deal with me, he can only send his fishermen. But these fishermen are brave but reckless and are no match for me."

"Someone has acted as a go-between for him! I want to know the middleman's name!"

Chi Mengli raised her hand and made a "one" gesture towards the helicopter, signaling the attackers in the helicopter to stop attacking, and then continued questioning the judge.

"I'm an agent, and I can't reveal the middleman who facilitated the connection. If others find out, I won't be able to continue in this industry."

Without a second thought, the judge immediately refused, revealing the truth so that he wouldn't have to do it again.

"Then I'm sorry!"

Chi Mengli pointed her thumb downwards, instructing the attackers in the helicopter to continue their work.

Sitting in the helicopter, Wei Guo continued loading ammunition into his Russian-made rocket launcher. He hadn't handled a rocket launcher in a long time, but he loaded it with practiced ease. Then, he aimed the rocket at the area where the glass canopy was concentrated and pulled the trigger.

A rocket streaked out, spewing sparks. The immense impact caused Wei Guo to lean backward, but he had already fastened his seatbelt and escaped unharmed.

The rockets struck precisely above the three glass greenhouses. The shockwave shattered all the glass, and the accelerant from the rockets sprayed directly onto the leaf trees. The three greenhouses and thousands of leaf trees that had already been cultivated were all set ablaze.

The air was filled with an aroma similar to roasted wasabi. Although the process was simplified, the effect was almost the same.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven"

"I have three rockets left, the countdown has started again!"

"Judge, I'm not joking around or teasing you. Do you want the Leaf Tree or to save the bridge? The choice is yours."

Chi Mengli then gestured to Wei Guo in the helicopter, instructing him to continue preparing for the next round of fire rain.

The judge, whose four glass canopies had been destroyed in a row, looked beyond ugly. He glanced up at the fallen man on the helicopter, then at the direction the fallen man was aiming, and felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

The helicopter was flying at an altitude that the short-range dog couldn't reach, and with the air turbulence causing problems, the long fires in the warehouse were unlikely to be effective.

There are also three rockets, enough to take down 80% of the glass greenhouses here.

"It's Song Sheng's lover, Mei Feng!"

The judge gritted his teeth, his heart bleeding, and revealed the middleman's name.

Chi Mengli gestured for the helicopter to wait, and sighed inwardly. All the troubles she had recently encountered were related to Song Sheng and his gang. It seemed that she really had to fight Song Sheng to the end.

"Brother Sheng, I'll settle this score with you later!"

The judge's eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Wait a moment!"

Chi Mengli took out a cigarette case, picked out a Double Happiness cigarette, and lit it with the judge's disposable lighter.

"I have plenty of time. If you want to play, I can play with you for a lifetime!" "Thank you for the free list, Judge!"

After saying that, Chi Mengli took the Double Happiness cigarette off her lips and flicked it precisely onto the pile of pounds.

The vodka was very strong and flammable, so flames rose from the pile of money.

Chi Mengli looked at the pile of money burning, satisfied, and walked forward, got into the pickup truck, turned around, and left along the way he came.

The judge watched Chi Mengli leave with an air of nonchalance, his face turning ashen. Seeing his henchmen clumsily trying to extinguish the flames on the banknotes, he was furious. He kicked the table over with his short legs and then stomped out the flames.

"Shovel dirt! Cover the fire with dirt!"

The henchmen immediately realized what was happening and began digging and sprinkling soil on the flames, attempting to salvage the pounds that had not yet been burned.

"Amiya?"

"Yes! Amiya!"

Chi Mengli sat in the boss's chair, turned around sharply, and looked out the window at the street scene. The sun was shining brightly, birds were singing, and flowers were blooming—a delightful spring day.

Xi Ren sat cross-legged on the table, searching her mind for the name, but she had no recollection of it. The only way now was to go to Xiao Shandong and hope that the Pinkerton Detective Agency could find some clues.

"Brother Sheng!"

Spinach Dong pushed open the door, walked into the office, and shouted, but seeing Xiren sitting inelegantly on the desk, he quickly turned around, touched his nose, and awkwardly greeted her.

"Sister Xiren!"

Good morning, Dong Ge!

Knowing that Bo Cai Dong Lai had something to discuss, Xi Ren jumped off her desk, straightened her pleated skirt, and left the office, returning to the antique shop. Today, a client introduced by an intermediary had come to the shop with a pile of antiques.

These are all export antiques from the north side of the border, used to earn foreign exchange. Rongbaozhai is a well-known name in the Chinese and foreign collector circles.

These antiques are incredibly cheap, but they only accept US dollars and British pounds.

Xiren doesn't have much else on hand right now, but she has the most pounds. However, when doing business with clients like Rongbaozhai, who have complex backgrounds, she should at least be honest and avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Seeing Xiren leave the office, Bo Cai Dong quickly closed the office door, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Brother Sheng, you're really something! Keeping two women around, one in the open and one in the shadows, one in charge and one in charge, is truly amazing!"

Listening to Spinach Dong's nonsensical words, Chi Mengli picked up the toilet paper on the table and threw it at this good-for-nothing. This guy is really courting death!

After taking the toilet paper, Spinach Dong sat down opposite the big boss of the Bai family, put the toilet paper back on the desk, took out a cigarette case, picked out two cigarettes, put the first one behind his ear, and handed the other one to Chi Mengli sitting opposite him with both hands.

Chi Mengli took the cigarette, put it in her mouth, and asked Bo Caidong to light it for her.

"I collected the fees last night. The four new bastards were all indignant, but they still followed the rules and paid in full! That stinky guy, the top student, said he wanted to see you, Brother Sheng."

After lighting the cigarette, Spinach Dong, with the cigarette in his mouth, blew out a smoke ring, opened his briefcase, and took out the red snapper, bundles of which were neatly stacked.

"Brother Sheng, business at the parking lot has been good lately, and the brothers are all very happy."

"But the New Year is over, and business has entered the off-season. Should we reduce the number of staff?"

It totals 100,000 dollars, which is enough for three days of pumping water for the entire Yau Ma Tei branch of the Water House.

Chi Mengli opened the drawer, took out the ledger, wrote 50,000 yuan on it, then counted it herself, took out 20,000 yuan, and threw it to Spinach Dong.

"Since it's the off-season, parking fees should naturally be reduced, but there's no rush. I'll think about it and talk about it later."

"We can't cut manpower. We need to park cars, move cars, and wash cars. My cousin has to walk around every half hour. Everyone earns their money through hard work. If we don't have enough manpower, problems can easily arise."

"These gangsters are always loitering on the streets, which will make business in Yau Ma Tei suffer. These rich guys come here to have fun, not to seek thrills."

Chi Mengli put the 30,000 yuan that belonged to her into the drawer. The remaining 50,000 yuan was divided into three parts: one part was recorded in the gang's account as medical expenses and insurance premiums, and the other part was for the salaries of her direct subordinates.

The last and smallest amount was the amount that was transferred to the Shanghai authorities.

"After Black Tiger died, the gang was short of a white paper fan, otherwise I would go to Tuodi to see the old man every week."

"I'm so annoyed, but I'm about to be driven crazy by him!"

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and I have to drink a big bowl of plum juice to cool down every time I come back!"

"Now, which of the brothers below is senior enough, someone with a sharp mind and clean hands!"

"I don't want a clueless, stupid greenhorn!"

In each of the water rooms, the boss held absolute power, and the white paper fan was just for show.

However, the leaders were afraid that one person would become too powerful, so they selected a white paper fan from each branch to manage the accounts.

Chi Mengli didn't have a suitable candidate, nor did she care who would be the guinea pig; whoever was senior enough and had clean hands would be chosen to sit on the throne.

It's just for show anyway. We'll set up a few areas for it, and consider it a way for Bai Zhishan to retire.

(End of this chapter)