Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 655, Part 245: Get Out of There While You Can (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Wei Guo walked out of Chinatown, swung his motorcycle key, and prepared to start his motorcycle and return to the dock. But when he arrived at his parking spot, he found that the motorcycle, which should have been parked there, had disappeared without a trace!
This is absolutely outrageous! It's outrageous to the extreme!
Wei Guo looked at the empty seat, then at the motorcycle keys in his hand, feeling somewhat lost.

Hong Kong has three treasures: beef offal, wife cake, and rice cake!

Hong Kong racing motorcycles are more numerous than stars in the sky. Last year, a grey market motorcycle only cost three or four thousand dollars, and this year the price is even cheaper. You can buy a grey market racing motorcycle for two thousand dollars, including registration.

Even the cheapest GM sedan now costs more than 18,000 yuan including registration. Motorcycles are easy to park and look cool, so young people like to buy motorcycles.

Nowadays, motorcycle stalls are also cooperating with the financial companies of triads to buy motorcycles on installment plans. With regular repayments, they need to pay a guarantor from a powerful figure in the triad, just like jewelry stores. The maximum installment is thirty-six months.

However, the gang's finance company is not a charity. You need to pay an 800 dollar transfer fee first, and then you can only buy the most expensive models. The markup and transfer fee alone are enough for the finance company and the motorcycle stall to recover their costs and make a small profit!

Because of the large number of motorcycles, there are also a lot of thugs. If you don't add an extra lock, it's easy for them to target your motorcycle and steal it.

But Wei Guo never expected that Luzon Island, a foreign land, would be just as chaotic as Hong Kong. Locked motorcycles left outside for an hour or two would be pried off by thugs!
Standing under the Tongde Lixin sign, he could only helplessly throw his car keys into the trash can and prepare to hail a taxi back to the dock.

"Hey bro! Over here!"

Sitting in the Toyota pickup truck, Chi Mengli rolled down the window and waved to Wei Guo, who was hailing a taxi.

Seeing his employer come to pick him up, saving him a taxi fare, Wei Guo was very happy. He waved back to his employer, quickly crossed the main road, and got into the car.

"Brother Sheng, everything's all set!"

Weiguo, who had barely settled into his seat after getting on the bus, began assigning tasks.

"Bah!"

Upon hearing that the attack had been successful, Chi Mengli gave a thumbs up, patted the driver's seat, and told Banu to drive back to the dock.

Banu nodded, floored the accelerator, turned the steering wheel all the way, made a U-turn, and sped away at full speed, puffs of blue smoke billowing from the exhaust pipe.

Teacher Li, who had returned to the yacht first, sat on the sofa at the front of the yacht, holding a glass of red wine and gently swirling it. A small portable television was broadcasting news about the temporary additional allocation of funds.

"Master, our men have received word that Mr. Langwan's Rolls-Royce has been blown up."

"The informants placed at the dock also reported back that the customs officials bribed by Lang Wan have begun to take action, and three containers belonging to Nanmen Group have been seized."

The maid took off her headphones, picked up the decanter on the small coffee table, poured some red wine for her master, and then told him everything she had heard.

Mr. Li, who was swirling a glass of red wine, stopped, but resumed swirling it three seconds later.

"The young man was bold and courageous, capable of defeating ten thousand men."

"Thinking back to those days, we were armed with swords and spears, and we were as fierce as tigers swallowing thousands of miles."

Teacher Li picked up her wine glass, took a sip of the wine worth several thousand yuan, and recited two lines of poetry.

It's not rare for someone to possess wisdom! There are billions of people in this world, so it's not a problem to produce a hundred or two hundred million brilliant individuals!

But a person who possesses wisdom, sound judgment, and exceptional execution ability is truly formidable.

What's even more remarkable is that this intelligent, discerning, and exceptionally capable individual is young and understands the ways of the world.

The cancer that humans can never cure is aging!
Whoever has enough time will be the ultimate winner.

No matter how well Teacher Li takes care of himself or how energetic he is, he has already passed his forty-eighth birthday. In two more years, he will reach the age of knowing one's destiny.

Even if medical resources become more abundant in the future, the decline in energy and intelligence is inevitable.

The maid standing to the side didn't say anything, but quietly stayed by her master's side, admiring the dark sea.

The master and servant watched the sea in silence, neither of them speaking again.

“Crack.”

The screeching sound of tires rolling over wooden planks drew Mr. Li's attention back. He stood up, walked to the side of the yacht, and looked down at the dock deck.

Chi Mengli pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car, and saw that Teacher Li was looking at her. She then imitated the actions of American soldiers in Hollywood movies and gave Teacher Li an exaggerated military salute.

"Babbi! Babbi!"

"You stole the show tonight; you were undoubtedly the leading man of the night!"

Teacher Li applauded sincerely, genuinely praising Chi Mengli's exaggerated decapitation act. "One of my favorite sketch comedians once said a line I'll never forget: 'The bolder the person, the greater the harvest.'"

"The world has its own rules of operation. As long as it is a material society, there will be loopholes that are visible to the naked eye! In the end, it depends on who has the smallest loopholes and whose strengths are long enough."

Langvan is the undisputed local tyrant in Chinatown, and Juan is the embodiment of God in Angel City. So Chinatown and Angel City are their strengths.

Strike at their strengths, use violence to tell these two scoundrels that their strengths are like straw, easily broken.

Be more straightforward in your conduct and actions. Buying groceries is buying groceries, cooking is cooking, and eating is eating.

Chi Mengli came to Luzon Island to cause trouble for Song Sheng and Mei Feng, not to do business, so he doesn't need to worry too much or think about the future.

"Being adept at interpersonal relationships is like writing an essay! That's a very good line!"

Teacher Li glanced at the number one maid behind her and told her to inform the captain to prepare to set sail.

We've already started. For everyone's safety, we must leave Clark as soon as possible, head to international waters, and take a seaplane back to Hong Kong overnight.

After saying what needed to be said, Chi Mengli called Acong and Weiguo to board the boat. Weiguo stayed behind last, watching Banu get off the bus. After the boss and Acong boarded the boat, he backed up to board.

Two crew members came out, first loosening the mooring lines, then taking up the anchor, and finally putting away the ladder.

The engine propeller turned slowly, providing power to the yacht, which gradually moved away from the dock.

It takes at least five hours to get from Clark to the rendezvous point on the high seas. After boarding the ship, Chi Mengli took off her leather shoes, went barefoot back to her room, took a nice hot shower, and then called the kitchen to ask them to cook her a bowl of cart noodles.

Ah Cong sat on the sofa, legs crossed, smoking and listening to the radio.

Chi Mengli, shirtless, wiped the water droplets from her head with a towel and sat on a single sofa, enjoying the cold wind.

The cart noodles were served quickly, along with a plate of char siu, a plate of braised beef, and a small dish of bok choy.

Chi Mengli, who was already a little hungry, was really tempted. He grabbed the towel on his head, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can next to him, imitating Jordan's shooting motion.

The accuracy was decent; the towel and basketball went into the basket, scoring three points.

Ah Cong, who was reading a newspaper nearby, also stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, took out his wallet, counted out ten dollars, stopped the waiter who was about to leave, and asked the waiter to bring him a bowl of shrimp wontons and a few side dishes.

The waiter, having received the tip, clasped his hands together in gratitude, closed the room door, and hurried off to inform the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack.

"Let's eat together! There's plenty of cart noodles, let's each have half!"

Chi Mengli picked up her chopsticks, preparing to share half of the cart noodles with Acong.

Ah Cong shook his head without hesitation, but feeling that his answer was too cold and impersonal, he explained, "I can't eat too many carbohydrates. If I eat too many carbohydrates, I'll have too much fat on my fingers."

"My master said that as an executioner, you can have a fat belly, but your fingers can't be fat. Once your fingers get fat, you can retire from the world of execution!"

"Shrimp wontons are low in carbohydrates and have alkaline wrappers, so it's fine to eat a lot!"

In fact, Chi Mengli doesn't care whether Ah Cong eats cart noodles or not. As long as the other party receives the goodwill he expresses, he's OK with it. There's no need for two grown men to push each other around and give way to each other; it's too cheesy.

Since Ah Cong wouldn't eat, he wiped the chopsticks with a tissue, stirred the cart noodles to make the saltiness more even, and then took a sip of the soup. The spicy soup base was very appetizing, and a thin layer of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Teacher Li's cooking is quite good, but you can tell it's not Cantonese cuisine, nor is it the work of a Fengcheng chef. There's only one reason: it's not sweet enough!
Chi Mengli doesn't like sweet flavors, and these dishes suited his taste perfectly. He ate all the char siu and braised beef.

Ah Cong's shrimp wontons were served quickly, along with the same side dishes, except for an extra fried egg.

After finishing his late-night snack, Chi Mengli lit a Dunhill cigarette and waited for his hair to dry completely before going to bed.

The yacht is already moving at full speed. The Volvo engine has plenty of power, and the yacht has replenished its fuel, fresh water, and food supplies. Even if it has to sail back to Hong Kong, there will be no problem.

The bed was wobbly, making it feel like sitting on a trampoline. Chi Mengli listened to music on the radio and silently smoked a cigarette.

After finishing her late-night snack, Chi Mengli closed the door and immediately went to bed. Ah Cong, who had also finished his snack, sat on the sofa and continued reading Ming Pao and its serialized novels. Wei Guo, who had just finished his night shift, was already asleep in his room.

The yacht took five hours to reach the island pier where the seaplane docked. The group then took inflatable dinghys to the seaplane and boarded it one by one.

The pilot, who had received the news long ago, had already filled up the tank and drunk a whole pot of coffee. When he saw that all the guests had arrived, he immediately turned on the headlights. When the first maid closed the cabin door, he began to taxi and soar into the sky.

(End of this chapter)