Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 669, page 259: There are always some incredible things about this world!

Xiao Shandong hadn't driven far when he saw an empty parking space at the bend. He immediately turned the corner, accelerated, and squeezed into the space.

Another Chevrolet driver, who was trying to park in a spot, angrily honked his horn twice when he saw that someone had taken his preferred parking space.

But after calming down, he realized that the car in front of him was a Jaguar sports car, so he immediately stepped on the gas, turned the steering wheel and drove away to find the next parking space.

Xiao Shandong, sitting calmly on his post, completely ignored the angry fool outside. He opened the armrest box, took out a pair of thin rubber gloves, put them on, and then carefully took out the server data.

He took out a transparent sticker for extracting fingerprints and stuck it on the spot where Mia had just touched.

That business card wasn't given to her by her best friend; it was evidence from the Pinkerton Detective Agency's intelligence database. The intelligence analyst had a definition for this business card: it was key evidence used to uncover Amiya's secrets.

But Pinkerton Detective Agency isn't a charity; if no one pays out money, no investigator will conduct an investigation.

The detective agency has taken on a major case, an order from the International Narcotics Control Board, which requires Pinkerton Detective Agency to investigate the actual situation in the entire Golden Triangle area and the trafficking routes. The total price of this order is two billion US dollars.

The entire Hong Kong branch has dispatched more than 200 investigators to Chiang Mai in Thailand, Yangon in Myanmar, and Luang Namtha in Laos, beginning to infiltrate the entire Golden Triangle.

If it weren't for the series of investigation orders that Handsome Sheng had, he would have left Hong Kong long ago and gone to Kowloon for investigation. However, as luck would have it, the most lucrative and least risky waterway investigation fell to him.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shandong smugly hummed twice, then carefully peeled off the transparent sticker for fingerprint extraction, took out a special spray, and sprayed it a few times onto the sticker.

A pale red liquid appeared on the extraction patch, but he was immediately stunned because there were no fingerprints on the extraction patch.

In Xiao Shandong's eyes, this was a task that would be easy to complete, but he never expected that so many unexpected changes would occur.

Unconvinced, Xiao Shandong took out several more fingerprint extraction patches and re-extracted them from the areas he had touched and the areas Mia had touched. The result was that only his own fingerprints were extracted, not Mia's.

"interesting!"

Xiao Shandong tossed the server data onto the passenger seat, took off his gloves, threw them out the window, took out his cigarette case, began to recall the entire meeting, and then said thoughtfully.

Looks like Handsome Winner is going to have to spend money to avoid trouble!
Mia returned to the company, registered Uncle Huang's name at the front desk, and then went back to her office.

A huge pile of documents is stacked on the table, mostly client information. Hong Kong is the legendary Shangri-La, a city with a huge demand for electronic data storage.

The four major foreign trading companies, the five major Chinese trading companies, more than a dozen large trading companies, and hundreds of import and export companies all have data storage requirements.

This is a blue ocean market. Companies have different requirements for database security, permission settings, and storage backup. Software and hardware engineers can be deployed at any time according to the needs.

However, apart from banks, the remaining companies have a need for electronic data storage, but they don't need the most advanced equipment. In fact, these bosses even think that second-hand servers from five or six years ago are too expensive.

Small servers are in demand in the market; small servers that can fit on a single shelf represent the future of the market.

Mia sat back in her office chair and began organizing the server data on her desk. It took her more than half an hour to finish. She leaned back in her chair, looking slightly tired, and glanced at the wall clock.

It's almost noon, time to order lunch.

Reaching out to pick up the sticky note from her business card holder, Mia looked at the words she had left for herself the night before.

Bak Kut Teh!
Not bad, it can be eaten for lunch!
Mia nodded, picked up the phone, wrote down the phone number on the sticky note, and pressed the number keys.

"Hello, I'd like a bowl of Bak Kut Teh!"

"Deliver it to Room 11720, 17th Floor, Chinese Building, Mia's office."

Mia pressed the speakerphone button, put the microphone back on the landline, and looked at the text on the sticky note.

"Okay! One serving of Bak Kut Teh!"

"Do you need anything else?"

The waiter at the tea restaurant on the other end of the phone asked Mia if she needed anything else.

Mia looked at the sticky note that said "Vietnamese pho" and continued, "Add an order of Vietnamese pho!"

"Oh, and I'd like a serving of lime chili sauce! One lemon separately, please."

The sticky note had a big circle drawn on it, inside which it said to add lime hot sauce and extra lemon slices.

Mia wasn't sure why she added those ingredients, but subconsciously, she placed the order according to the instructions on the sticky note.

"Roger that!"

The waiter at the tea restaurant said "Received" and then hung up the phone.

Mia hung up the phone, stood up, walked out of her private office, went into the break room, poured herself a cup of coffee, and went to the window to admire the scenery outside.

After drinking a cup of energizing coffee, Mia regained her energy. She had to go to the installation site in the afternoon, so she threw the cup into the sink. The company had hired a professional property cleaning company, so employees didn't have to do chores and could just focus on their work.

Back in her office, she began organizing the materials she needed for the afternoon.

From the alley diagonally opposite the Chinese Building, a South Asian man dressed in a tea restaurant uniform emerged, carrying a takeout bag. He quickly crossed the road and entered the Chinese Building.

The security guards didn't dare offend the wealthy man, but they certainly dared to offend the tea restaurant staff. They stepped forward and stopped Nan Ya Zai, questioning him for a full minute before letting him take the elevator to deliver the food.

The South Asian boy, despite being harassed, didn't get angry. He smiled and pressed the close button on the elevator.

Upon arriving at 17B, Nan Yazi easily found his way to the front of J.P. Electronic Data Company. The receptionist saw the takeout bag in Nan Yazi's hand, nodded, and did not stop him.

South Asian boy walked openly into the office area of ​​J.P. Electronic Data Company, and arrived at Mia's office with great familiarity. He knocked on the office door, and only after hearing permission did he push the door open and go in.

"Thank you!"

"how much is it?"

When Mia saw the waiter at the tea restaurant bring her the Bak Kut Teh she had been craving, she picked up her wallet from the table and asked how much the takeout cost.

"Fifty-two yuan!"

"We have a special offer today. If you order Vietnamese pho and bak kut teh, you'll get two spring rolls for free."

Nan Yazi placed the takeout bag on the table and stated the price. However, instead of standing still obediently, he opened his crossbody bag, took out a newly released Sony Walkman, and placed it on the desk.

"Fifty-two yuan!"

"One, two, three, six... no need to look anymore! Thank you for making the trip!" "What are you doing?"

Mia ordered six crabs, intending to hand them to the South Asian deliveryman, but she was somewhat bewildered when she saw the Walkman on the table.

Is she going to play Indian music in her office?!
Nan Yazi didn't answer or take the money. Instead, he turned around, closed the office door, and lowered the blinds, turning the less than five-square-meter private office into an isolated island.

"I advise you to leave right away, or I'll call the security guards!"

The South Asian guy in front of her was acting strangely and erratically; he might be mentally unstable. Without hesitation, Mia immediately picked up the phone, placed her fingers on the numeric keypad, and warned the South Asian guy not to make any rash moves.

"Shh!"

Nan Yazi put his finger to his lips to calm Mia down. He took out a cassette tape from his pocket, skillfully turned on his Walkman, and inserted the tape into the Walkman.

Well, so long.

(Oh, goodbye!)

“Oh how I hate to see you go”

(Oh, how I hate to see you leave!)
Yes, so long.

(Yes, goodbye!)
"Oh how I hate to see you goWell the way that I will miss you"

(The way I miss you, oh how I don't want to see you leave!)
This is Elvis Presley's "Reconsider Baby," Elvis's soul song, his 17th single, and also his last number-one song in the United States.

This song sounds familiar!

Mia froze for a moment, her eyes became dazed, her brain began to shut down, her thoughts started to wander, and she slumped back into her office chair.

Nan Yazi didn't help him up; he was already used to all of this. He simply walked over, turned up the music, opened the takeout bag, and took out the Vietnamese rice noodles and bak kut teh.

Opening the two food containers, the aroma of Bak Kut Teh filled the entire office. Nan Ya Zai opened the sealed cup, opened the plastic container of Vietnamese rice noodles, and poured the still steaming broth into the container.

Mia was still sitting with her eyes closed, motionless. The South Asian man, having finished his takeout, cautiously retreated to the office door, pulled out a miniature pistol, and pointed it at Mia, who was sitting in the boss's chair.

The Walkman contained only one cassette tape, "Reconsider Baby," which would play on repeat as long as the battery had power.

Mia, sitting in the boss's chair, only changed when "Reconsider Baby" was sung for the third time.

This is also the scene that South Asian boy likes to see the most. He even wants to take a picture or find a video camera to record this scene. It's really amazing!
Mia's once slender neck began to bulge, and a male-like Adam's apple began to appear.

This is the most dangerous moment!
South Asian boy turned around and locked the office door, then raised his pocket pistol, released the safety, and put his finger on the trigger.

Mia slowly opened her eyes, initially confused, then angry, but the sight of the gun in front of her calmed her down, and she focused her attention on the steaming Vietnamese pho and bak kut teh.

"Bonnie, where's the sauce and lemon?"

The original female voice completely disappeared, replaced by a rough male voice.

Bonnie, the South Asian boy, finally felt relieved. He quickly put the peanuts away, closed the safety lock, stepped forward, opened the bag next to him, opened the condiment box inside, and opened the spring rolls and sauces.

"Boss Mite, I brought you these spring rolls especially."

Bonnie timidly offered a reminder, then picked up the six blue crabs on the table. Seeing that Boss Mitt didn't react, he quickly stuffed them into his pocket.

Mia became Mit, and she became him; this would be an incredibly absurd legend in any region of the world.

Mit felt extremely hungry. He broke open his chopsticks, picked out some sauce, and put it into the broth. Vietnamese pho was inedible without lime chili sauce. He stirred it with his chopsticks to let the lime chili sauce blend into the broth.

Even after adding lime chili sauce, he still wasn't satisfied. He picked up a lemon slice, squeezed out the juice, and then, not satisfied with just one slice, took two more.

Bonnie's teeth ached from watching such a fluid and graceful set of movements.

After adding the ingredients, Mite took a sniff and felt the taste was just right, so he started eating his noodles.

Bonnie turned off the Walkman, ejected the tape, and put it all into his waist bag: "Boss, the gifts have been delivered to the target, just as you predicted."

"I contacted an old acquaintance and spent a lot of money to get my hands on the dental records attachments that these bastards wanted to check!"

He reached into his waist bag, unfolded a folded dental file, and placed it on the table.

"continue!"

Mitt picked up a slice of beef, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then told his men to continue their report.

“I continued to trace the clues based on the dental records and finally found a small clue.”

"The owner of this dental record is a woman named Do, who is the target's ex-girlfriend."

"This woman used to be a singer. It was common practice for gangsters in Hong Kong to accompany singers and dancers, because singers and dancers were easily bullied if they didn't have anyone to support them."

"However, the two broke up two years ago because Do's mother was a veteran gambler who often got into trouble. After Do helped deal with her a few times, he couldn't take it anymore and they broke up."

"Last year, Do joined a gang called Yi Qun and started doing drug business. He collaborated with Yazhaku to sell the very popular 'happy pills' from last year."

"This woman is very successful in the underworld. Through Yi Qun's connections, she got involved with the big drug lord, Eight-Faced Buddha."

"Then the Hong Kong police arrested the Eight-Faced Buddha and rescued the Japanese scientist, and Do disappeared."

"Mr. Jiu disguised himself as a hardware engineer and copied all the reports of Operation Eight-Faced Buddha, but these reports were deliberately covered up, including the electronic reports."

"The officers at the ordnance factory were also very vigilant. The report email was divided into two parts, which Mr. Jiu could not crack at all. He could only copy back the report that he had cracked."

"I have already hired a professional translator who is translating these encrypted emails."

"It definitely can't be done in a short time! But we've already identified our target!"

That tooth belonged to a foreigner. Boss Mitt went to a bar for drinks and got into an argument with someone. He punched the bastard and knocked out his molar. Then, he had a sudden inspiration and devised a probing attack plan to send the foreigner's molar to his target.

If you have a guilty conscience, you will make mistakes, and once you make a mistake, you can find a way to break through.

The offensive tactics taught to Mitt by the CIA instructors were effective. Sometimes offensive tactics don't need to be too complicated; the simpler they are, the faster the goal can be achieved.

(End of this chapter)