Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 656, Section 246: Searching for a Non-existent Secret (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

For Chi Mengli, a big shot, this journey in the sky was simply a matter of reclining his chair, putting on an eye mask, and going to sleep. When he woke up, he had already arrived in the New Territories.

Maid No. 1 has already contacted the people in Hong Kong via radio, and two large speedboats are already anchored on the sea.

Stretching and yawning, Chi Mengli took the lead and stepped off the plane onto the speedboat. Acong and Weiguo followed closely behind, also getting off the plane and standing securely on the speedboat.

Teacher Li had other things to do, so she boarded another large speedboat and left, without having time to have breakfast with them.

Chi Mengli waved goodbye, telling Teacher Li to get lost so she could avoid seeing him and getting annoyed.

How can we possibly kill Song Sheng, the big boss, by cooperating with such a scoundrel?

Chi Mengli had the speedboat take her to Victoria Harbour, since her newly purchased Lincoln Continental Diamond Edition luxury sedan was still parked in the underground parking lot of the yacht club.

Because there was no traffic congestion, the speedboat arrived at Victoria Harbour in just over half an hour.

Chi Mengli gave the driver two large gold bull bills as a tip, then led Acong and Weiguo off the boat and ashore.

The yacht club's breakfast restaurant was already open for business, serving a buffet. After the front desk staff asked for their names, they let Chi Mengli and her two companions in.

After a night of commotion, no one had much of an appetite. Chi Mengli had slept long enough and didn't plan to rest during the day, so she made herself a cup of black coffee, a fried egg, a plate of fruit, and ate a simple bite.

Wei Guo, who had stayed up half the night, was really hungry. He ate a large plate of fried rice, half a plate of pork sausage, two large glasses of milk, half a plate of bacon, and a roasted chicken leg before putting down his knife and fork and letting out a satisfied burp.

After enjoying the performance by the competitive eater, everyone sat for a while before driving their Lincoln Continental, parked in the underground parking lot of the yacht club, to Yau Ma Tei.

Ah Cong went back to the private cemetery to rest, Wei Guo went to sleep in the staff dormitory on the third floor, and Chi Mengli opened the office door to deal with the accounts that hadn't been settled during the past few days of business trips.

Judging from the rake handed over, things have been calm in Yau Ma Tei these past few days. After adding and subtracting with a calculator, he divided it into four piles. One pile was the rake handed over, and the thinnest pile in the middle was the salary for the henchmen at Hung Sing Mahjong Parlor.

Few people are more generous than me. Even the most inconspicuous waiter can earn 1,500 dollars a week. Even working in a trading company, you can't squeeze out that much profit.

They offer free cigarettes, free meals, and free rooms; the treatment is quite good.

The most important thing is that by staying by the side of this big shot, one will eventually have a chance to rise above others.

The remaining two stacks, one is for their own profits, and the last stack is for the gang's operating funds. Medical expenses, bail, and resettlement fees all have to come from here.

After settling the accounts, Chi Mengli picked out a Double Happiness cigarette from the pipe, unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle, poured it into the teapot, and prepared to boil a pot of water.

"Ring ring ring"

The pager, which had just had its batteries replaced, rang on the table. Chi Mengli picked it up, glanced at the code, and saw that it was Xiao Shandong calling him. He threw the bottle in his hand into the trash can, picked up the phone, and called Xiao Shandong.

Good morning, Chi Sheng.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Shandong drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee and said, "I have news about Amiya, whom you asked me to shave!"

"The timing is perfect, it won't delay your business, Mr. Chi."

Setting down his coffee cup, Xiao Shandong picked up the freshly prepared intelligence analysis from the table and continued, "Have you heard of Fortress Company?"

Chi Mengli held the microphone between her neck and head, pressed the kettle's boiling button, and after watching the indicator light turn red, replied calmly, "Never heard of it!"

"But let me remind you, Uncle, the most foolish thing to do is to beat around the bush with potential buyers and show off your expertise."

Upon hearing Chi Sheng's warning, Xiao Shandong immediately corrected his attitude and said, "Fortress Company is a business strategy intelligence company headquartered in Malibu Beach."

"Although both are coastal cities, I prefer Los Angeles. Hong Kong is just too crowded."

"Defense supplier?"

Chi Mengli placed the microphone on the table, pressed the play button, and then opened the refrigerator to take out the tea canister.

"Yes! It's a defense supplier! Compared to military industrial groups, Fortress Company provides talent to intelligence agencies."

“There are many business strategy companies like this in Los Angeles and Washington, but Fortress is very different. They are also an investigation company and an intelligence analysis company.”

"There will never be a company in the world that has a complete supply chain, not even one!"

"No one can make all the money at the top and then go on to make money at the bottom. Other defense supplier companies won't allow it either."

"So Fortress was acquired by the top three military companies, and Fortress's intelligence analysis center was immediately disbanded."

“Amiya is one of them, but she is the only one in Fortress Corporation who has passed two courses. You know, for such a well-known military resource company, the president must be a commander who has participated in wars, or at the very least a brigadier general.”

"The vice president of intelligence analysis must also be a retired senior CIA agent. The courses he designs are all based on reality and are very targeted." "Field agents and intelligence analysts are two completely unrelated industries with little overlap in their work. So someone who can get straight A's in two training courses is definitely not a pushover."

"Chi Sheng, you've met a formidable opponent this time!"

"However, I have confidence in you because I still need your help to achieve my goals this year."

"Go for it! Hopefully, you'll hit a home run! Strike out that hermaphrodite Amiya!"

Intersex person!
Chi Mengli wasn't stupid; he immediately realized that Xiao Shandong's words had a hidden meaning, so he quickly retorted, "You can't be sure of Amiya's gender?"

"When did the Pinkerton Detective Agency go rotten? They can't even pinpoint the most crucial intelligence detail? I need to seriously reconsider our future cooperation!"

This is not a threat. Regarding the information about Song Sheng, Xiao Shandong only gave him the parts that he didn't need. It was all about the business scope of Song Sheng's group and the shady business channels they controlled.

This intelligence was somewhere between useful and useless. After obtaining it, Chi Mengli faxed it all to Guo Guohao, instructing him to begin building an intelligence database for the Song Sheng Group.

"I'm sorry! The Pinkerton Detective Agency has a lot of information and activity data about Amiya in its database, but we haven't been able to determine Amiya's gender."

"Maybe this bastard is really a hermaphrodite, with a rotten ass!"

Xiao Shandong sighed, picked up two color photos on the table. One photo showed a beautiful woman with long flowing hair, while the other showed a thin, bald man.

However, according to a report issued by intelligence analysts, the Pinkerton Intelligence Analysis Center analyzed all of Amiya's public appearances over the past five years, carefully examined the pixels in the photos, and conducted analysis using the latest industrial analysis software.

After more than ten days and nights, they finally came to the conclusion that it was a person.

Hong Kong has a thriving film industry and is known as the film capital of Asia. Most Hong Kong people know a little about the inside story of movies and know that tricks like wearing wigs, makeup, and disguises can be used.

But photos also have their own aura. The two photos in Xiao Shandong's hands show two people with completely different presences and auras! It's hard to convince him with the excuse of disguise and makeup.

Looking at the conclusion of the intelligence analysis, not only was Xiao Shandong unconvinced, but the intelligence analysts at headquarters were also unconvinced. They used technology to determine that the two photos showed the same person, but wrote "uncertain" in the gender column and provided an explanation.

"They're starting to realize something!"

"continue!"

While listening to Xiao Shandong's intelligence analysis, Chi Mengli picked up the kettle and poured water into the cup that had been filled with tea leaves.

"After Fortress went bankrupt, Amiya didn't join any other companies. He only took on freelance work. There are rumors that he started his own intelligence analysis team, which consisted entirely of his former Fortress colleagues, specifically to serve his business."

"According to information from the Pinkerton Detective Agency, Amiya took on six jobs with a 100% success rate."

Xiao Shandong paused deliberately, preparing to tease Chi Mengli, then picked up his coffee cup and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"Should I call the Kowloon Funeral Home right now to reserve a memorial hall, so I don't have to sleep on the streets later!"

Chi Mengli, in coordination with Xiao Shandong's performance, deliberately told a lame joke, sat back in the boss's chair, put her legs on the table, and prepared to smoke a Double Happiness cigarette.

Dunhill cigarettes cost twice as much as Double Happiness cigarettes, but I can't stand the taste.

"There's no need for that! Amiya isn't an assassin; to be precise, she's a tracker."

Seeing that the carp in the pond had taken the bait, Xiao Shandong explained with a smile.

The tracker!?

What is that old devil Wen up to?!
Could it be that the mastermind behind hiring Amiya is not Wen Laogui, but Meifeng? Or is it someone else entirely?

There's nothing to track about Chi Mengli. She lives in the public eye, and her activities are very regular. Most of the time, she goes between two points: a place, a hotel, a hotel, and another place. What's there to track about her?

Does this mean I have to dig out my deepest secret?
Chi Mengli now has two secrets that could kill him. The first is his identity as a "ghost boy," but Guo Guohao joined the gang under the guise of being expelled from Wong Chuk Hang in order to clean his name.

It sounds exaggerated, but it's not uncommon in triad societies; every triad has it, it's not an isolated case.

Robin knew this back then, but he still accepted him as a "blue lantern" (a euphemism for a corrupt official) for two years. Finally, he was forced to serve as a "four-nine" (a corrupt official in the Chinese Communist Party) and offered incense. He kowtowed to the ground, burned yellow paper, and chopped off a chicken's head.

The last secret is even more outrageous; revealing it would get you sent to Aoyama Mental Hospital.

Even the most trusted person, Spinach Dong, after hearing this, had to call Xiren and say that he had drunk himself into a stupor and asked Xiren to make some hangover soup at home.

Chi Mengli has two life-threatening secrets, what is Amiya going to do about them?!

I don't understand!
I really don't understand!
(End of this chapter)