Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 647, Section 237: The Old Fish Who Came to My Door on His Own Initiative (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Without a good opportunity, it's very difficult for a hero to soar to great heights!
Take Chi Mengli for example. If Robin hadn't been arrested and imprisoned, and if Lianhua hadn't been dissatisfied with the way the gang had acted, she wouldn't have had the chance to rise to prominence.

Chaos is indeed a ladder to advancement, but chaos is essentially antivirus software. It's just that the losers who are eliminated don't think they deserve to be eliminated.

It doesn't matter whether the top scholar agrees or not. If the top scholar disagrees, Chi Mengli will ask Yan Chanqiang the same question. If Yan Chanqiang disagrees, he will ask Daye. If Daye disagrees, he will ask the battery.

If those four bastards are of one mind, then kill them all.

The unsuccessful gangsters from the water room could line up from Hong Kong Island to Kowloon Island. Four more of them wouldn't make a difference, and four fewer wouldn't make a difference either.

Having said all that needed to be said, Chi Mengli picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of bok choy. The bok choy in March was delicious and very tender.

The top scholar was still pondering, not touching the fish head in the bowl; he was wondering whether he should risk his life.

"Damn it! You hesitate over such a small thing, you can't even handle a trivial matter!"

“Brother Sheng can protect you this time, but what about next time? We’re all brothers from the same sect, and there are family rules in place, so no one will lay a hand on you. Da Ye and Battery were scared off this time, but they won’t do it next time.”

"You can handle the big business and the battery, but you can't handle Lao Fu and Dong Lian She, the number gang, and Xin Ji and those bastards."

"Without Brother Sheng backing you up, you'd be kicked out sooner or later!"

Spinach Dong ate a prawn, sucked the head clean, and threw it into the bone dish that held the trash.

In the underworld without a powerful backer, the attrition rate is extremely high.

Old Fu and the East Union Society haven't figured out Zhuangyuan's true colors yet, and they're also worried about Liangzai Sheng from Shanghai Street. If they find out that Zhuangyuan doesn't have his boss or big shot backing him, they'll start causing trouble immediately.

Those scoundrels who want to climb the social ladder could circle the three islands of Hong Kong three times.

The top scholar glanced at the second-place scholar sitting beside him, and seeing his younger brother nod in approval, indicating that the conditions were good and he could go with him, he finally made up his mind and said, "Brother, I believe in you!"

"Boss, you might not know this, but I'm an extremely loyal person!"

After adding an unnecessary comment, the top scholar stood up, raised his wine glass with both hands, and drank it all in one gulp.

Be loyal!
If you could believe what gangsters say, you would have been the first person to walk on the moon by now!

Chi Mengli sneered inwardly, but her face remained smiling as she picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass of red wine for the top scholar.

The food was delicious, all made with top-quality seafood caught fresh at noon today.

After eating a few bites of bok choy, Chi Mengli picked up a bowl of sweet soup, took a sip, and with that one sip, he understood why Hong Kong was known as the diabetes capital.

It's so damn sweet!
He spat the sugar water back into the bowl, placed it on the table, and rinsed his mouth with a sip of mineral water.

Don't you like this dessert?

Seeing Chi Mengli's reaction, Xiren immediately served herself a bowl, tasted it, and, feeling that there was no problem, asked.

"My problem is that I haven't been liking sugary drinks lately, or to be precise, I don't like sugary drinks at all. I prefer water!"

"A cigarette after a meal is better than being a god," Chi Mengli explained, then took out his cigarette case, lit a Double Happiness cigarette, and began to puff away.

“I went to see the dock. If we want to make money and ship goods, we need to spend money to upgrade it, add gantry cranes, increase the cargo yard, and build modern container ships.”

We need 80 million in cash!

"We haven't had many customers lately, and we don't have enough banknotes in the vault," Xiren said softly as she poured herself a glass of wine.

Eighty million Hong Kong dollars!
This is not a small number!

Chi Mengli smoked a cigarette, pondering how to handle the situation, but even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; no money meant no money, unless she possessed magic.

"Order the gantry crane first!"

"Reduce some of the budget!"

“The dock is now ours. In the Chief Secretary’s plan, Tsing Yi is an international cargo terminal and no real estate will be built there. Notify Dan Si Jie to renew the lease. I’ve heard that land rents in Hong Kong are going to increase. We should save as much as we can!”

Hong Kong has no shortage of shipping magnates. Two-thirds of the top 100 shipping magnates in the world are Chinese. These people have moved all the docks in Hong Kong to Tsing Yi. Following the lead of these big shots is definitely the right thing to do.

Besides, his own small dock has no business at all right now, so taking it slow and steady is the safest approach.

Xi Ren nodded. She really wanted to build a runway inside the dock that could accommodate small transport planes. Gold was very cheap in Haojiang, and seaplanes could land on the sea and transport hundreds of kilograms of smuggled gold in one go.

They could also collect stolen goods from the corrupt officials, transport them to Macau, recycle them, stamp them again, and resell them.

Air travel is a million times safer than water travel. Even if the Great Heavenly Warriors had the greatest abilities, they couldn't shoot down a plane flying in the sky.

Moreover, these seaplanes do not need to apply for flight routes and can fly at low altitudes. Hong Kong has no anti-aircraft missiles, and even if it did, they would not explode over the city.

Moreover, Hong Kong now has 800 helicopters, even more than the Royal Air Force of its ancestral homeland, not counting the dozen or so helicopters that fly in from Macau every day.

The gambling tycoons, the sons of wealthy families, financial gamblers, and members of the Hong Kong and Kowloon clubs—who find ground traffic too congested—mostly choose to travel by helicopter. This is Hong Kong, the Shangri-La of the East, the city with the most wealthy people in all of Asia.

"Dang Dang Dang"

There was a knock on the door of the private room. Huanxi quickly stood up, wiping his mouth with a wet wipe as he walked. He opened the door and went out. Three seconds later, he strode back in, came to Spinach Dong's side, and muttered a few words to himself.

"Brother Sheng, the bald eagle is here, bringing Da Yezi and the battery with him!"

Spinach Dong tossed the prawns in his hand onto the plate, licked his fingers, and said unhurriedly.

"Huanxi, ask the cleaning lady to clean up the next private room and wash a tea set."

"I've finished eating, now it's time to digest!"

"Scholar, have you eaten yet? If you have, come with me to see Uncle Ying!"

Chi Mengli stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, took a sip of mineral water, then walked out of the private room and down the stairs to greet Bald Eagle.

Spinach Dong patted the runner-up on the shoulder, leaving all the oil stains from his hands on the runner-up's white shirt, and then followed the big boss to greet the bald eagle.

"What a slovenly loser!"

Xi Ren put down her wine cup, shook her head, muttered a curse, and then said to the second-place scholar, "You and Sheng-ge are about the same size. I'll go get you a new shirt."

The second-place candidate was about to say it wasn't necessary, but Xiren pressed him down. Then, looking at Xiren's perfect back curves, he almost drooled.

Despite witnessing this little incident, Acong continued eating his meal expressionlessly. He liked to chew slowly and carefully, and he knew that anyone who was targeted by this beautiful snake would not have a good ending.

Looks like another scumbag is about to be added to this list of unlucky people!

Bald Eagle stood in front of the counter, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene before him.

Since Shenxian Jin took over, all the locations in Shuifang have been turned into mahjong parlors. Mahjong parlors are a legitimate business for making money through illegal means, a cash cow, and require the presence of gang members to ensure safety.

Shuifang also relied on a combination of orthodox and unorthodox methods to rise to prominence and become a force to be reckoned with for Hutchison.

Because neither Sun Kee, nor Wo Luen Shing, nor the Number Gang have found a completely legal way to make money.

The original location of the Bald Eagle was also a magpie stand, the Yee Wo Magpie Stand in Kowloon City.

You can't choose the wrong side at crucial moments, because the consequences will be dire!

Bald Eagle went against the God of Gold to compete for the position of leader, but failed and didn't even get a single point. In the end, he lost his position as the leader of Kowloon City and can only make a living by running a few run-down bars and strip clubs.

Make a comeback!

These four words had been on Bald Eagle's mind. He needed an opportunity, a chance to prove himself, so he came to Yau Ma Tei to see Handsome Winner.

This is a newly minted thug who also opposed the immortal Jin, but managed to get the core business of the water room.

The uncles and elders of the waterworks all knew that the core business of the waterworks was in the hands of Wen Gui, and only the people selected by Wen Gui could take over these core businesses.

There are very few core disciples in Hong Kong who have mastered the core business; there are only four, and Handsome Sheng is one of them.

Bald Eagle was very curious about how Handsome Sheng managed to both oppose Fairy Jin and win her favor.

"Uncle Ying, it's been a long time! The last time we met was at the Spring Banquet!"

Chi Mengli walked downstairs and saw the bald eagle looking around. She took the initiative to speak, extended her right hand, and shook hands with the bald eagle.

"Shengzai, long time no see! You look more and more energetic! Double Flower Red Stick, you're something else!"

Bald Eagle shook hands with Chi Mengli, then turned to look at Da Yezai behind him, and continued, "Shengzai, I've come to apologize."

"Uncle Ying, we're all on the same side, all good brothers, don't worry!"

Following the rules of the martial arts world, Chi Mengli patted the bald eagle's left arm and squeezed it hard. Finding that the bald eagle's muscles were still very strong, he was immediately relieved.

This kind of old, vibrant fish is exactly what he needs!

"We need to do business here, and there are too many people and too much noise. I've prepared some good tea from Chung Ying Street on the second floor. Please come upstairs."

The first floor wasn't a place to talk. Chi Mengli glanced at Daye behind Bai Touying, saw that this scoundrel looked like he had shit for a second, and didn't care. He invited Bai Touying and his group upstairs.

The group entered the private room on the second floor and took their seats according to their status as guests and hosts. The water in the copper kettle on the charcoal stove had already boiled. Chi Mengli first brewed a cup of Longjing tea for Bai Touying and placed it in front of him, saying, "I don't like drinking Gongfu tea!"

"I've heard that you, Uncle Ying, are a master of Kung Fu tea, you're amazing! It seems I'll have to learn a thing or two from you someday!"

"Tea please!"

Chi Mengli brewed tea for everyone and let them take it themselves.

(End of this chapter)