Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 688, Section 278: The world is just a giant makeshift stage.
The sports car circled around for a long time before finally appearing in front of the Dragon Palace Nightclub.

The valet quickly stepped forward, and before he could even greet him, the car window rolled down and two red snapper bills were handed out.

Seeing this, the parking attendant knew a player had arrived and quickly thanked him, saying, "Thank you so much, sir! Have fun playing!"

Following Tao Hua Mei's instructions, Bai Fengxian got out of the car, put on sunglasses, and nodded expressionlessly.

The sports car key was still in the ignition, hanging under the steering wheel. The other two men, disguised as customers, got out of the car chatting and laughing, not even glancing at the valet, and walked toward the main entrance with an air of superiority.

The valet parking attendants were used to the arrogant behavior of the rich young men and women. This was Hong Kong, where money was king, and everything was done with money.

"Welcome, boss, to Dragon Palace Nightclub!"

Two waiters dressed in London butler uniforms forcefully opened the two glass doors to welcome Bai Fengxian and her entourage.

Bai Fengxian remained expressionless, opened her handbag, handed the pre-folded red snapper to the waiter, and then continued chatting and laughing with the two men who had come with her.

But as soon as they entered the lobby of the Dragon Palace Nightclub, Bai Fengxian and her two companions were stunned.

In terms of historical heritage and luxury, even high-end hotels in New York and London may not be much better than The Peninsula.

Bai Fengxian frequently visited the Peninsula Hotel. For a period of time, she often went there for afternoon tea because her master had received a Peninsula Hotel gift card, which he hadn't used and had given to her.

The decoration of the Dragon Palace Nightclub is indeed very luxurious, with a Swarovski handmade crystal chandelier. This chandelier even broke the Guinness World Record and is the largest crystal chandelier in Asia.

What truly surprised Bai Fengxian was the people—two rows of handsome men and good-looking guys who could have been movie stars at TVB.

Top-tier nightclubs and entertainment venues will arrange for top-tier public relations personnel.

When the male boss arrives, bunny girls in fishnet stockings come to welcome and entertain him. If the female boss arrives, two rows of handsome young men, all between 1.75 and 1.8 meters tall, wearing fitted white shirts, come to welcome her.

Whether it's a bunny girl or a handsome guy in a white shirt, their clothes are not cheap; they are all made for thousands of yuan a set by a high-end private tailor shop on Shanghai Road.

These bunny girls and handsome guys in white shirts stand from 9 pm to 3 am every night. They can earn two red snapper in six hours. They are also "little bees" who can help book tables. They get a commission for every drink and snack they eat at the booked tables.

As long as the pay is right, all employees will do their best and help their bosses solve problems.

"Welcome, boss!"

Two rows of handsome men appeared before her, causing even the resolute Bai Fengxian to momentarily lose her composure.

The handsome PR guy on duty today took the initiative to walk up to Bai Fengxian. PR people are mainly trained to be snobbish. He could tell at a glance who was going to pay the bill from the three people who walked in.

"Boss, do you have a private room you usually sit in? Do you have any familiar singers?"

"If not, I can arrange it for you, boss!"

The handsome PR guy asked, "Bai Fengxian is a new face. Her miniskirt is Valentino, and her high heels are Manolo Blahnik. These are top-tier brands. Even the cheapest one costs five hundred US dollars. She must be a rich young lady who just returned from Europe!"

"Give me a quiet private room. I heard there's a boxing match, and you can place bets at the Dragon Palace Nightclub."

Bai Fengxian took out a Dunhill cigarette, picked one out, put it in her mouth, and pretended to be nonchalant.

The handsome young man quickly took out a lighter from his pocket and helped Bai Fengxian light it.

"All the private rooms are fully booked now, but one baron's room has just been cleared out. You'll have to wait about ten minutes as the cleaners are cleaning it."

"I'll arrange front-row VIP seats for the three of you first. They'll be quiet, safe, and have the best view. The second boxing match is about to start, and the boxers are warming up."

"Since this is your first time here, I can offer each of you a complimentary glass of Dragon Palace Nightclub's signature cocktail, which I guarantee you've never had before."

"After the second boxing match, the VIP box will be cleaned up."

The handsome male PR guy was very organized. He gave Bai Fengxian and the other two a special cocktail each for free and even arranged VIP seats for the boxing match.

"You have to pay the bill! Where am I supposed to put my noodles?"

Bai Fengxian quickly got into character, opened her handbag, took out her designer wallet, and pulled out a membership card for the Dragon Palace Nightclub in front of the handsome male escort.

Upon seeing the gift card, the handsome male PR man immediately realized this was a VIP guest and said, "Excuse me! I was blind to your greatness. There is still an Earl's Suite available. This way, please!"

The handsome male PR guy led the way, guiding Bai Fengxian and the other two into the elevator to the floor where the Earl's private room was located.

The sightseeing elevator has a futuristic design, inspired by the Portman Hotel's sci-fi elevator. It's an original GE American product, spacious, safe, and quiet.

In just a few seconds, we arrived at the floor where the Earl's private room was located. The corridor was spacious, and waitresses dressed in classic Chinese silk cheongsams with Suzhou embroidery shawls pushed carts, bringing drinks and snacks into the private room.

As a former intelligence officer in the Criminal Intelligence Department, Bai Fengxian noticed that all the beautiful waitresses walked on the carpeted side, and even when entering private rooms, they would take a straight path.

There were three straight lines on the carpet, and the handsome male escort leading the way also walked along the straight line closest to the wall. It seems that this is the rule of Dragon Palace Nightclub.

The handsome male escort walked to the door of the private room, knocked on it, and then opened the door and turned on the lights inside the Earl's Private Room.

The Earl's private room is quite spacious, measuring a full 25 square meters, larger than a typical small apartment. It includes a separate shower room and toilet.

A 30-inch TV sits in the center, flanked by a pair of Burmester speakers, while a karaoke machine and a professional-grade microphone are placed on the coffee table.

The carpet on the floor is a fine Persian handmade carpet, very soft.

Three waitresses came in and went to Bai Fengxian and her two companions who were already seated. They helped them take off their shoes and put on a pair of newly opened leather slippers.

There was a shoe cabinet with ultraviolet disinfection at the entrance. Three female staff members put the shoes into the disinfection cabinet and then silently left.

A woman in a well-tailored suit walked in and said, "Distinguished guests, good evening. My name is Marta, and I will be serving you tonight."

"Distinguished guests, would you like to try any drinks?"

Bai Fengxian didn't speak first. Instead, she took off her sunglasses, threw them on the coffee table, and after a second of silence, said, "I'd like a bottle of Grey Goose from France, two bottles of Louis Roederer champagne, a fruit platter, and a seafood platter."

"Oh, and three more bowls of bird's nest soup to rinse my mouth!"

After hearing Bai Fengxian's words, Marta immediately nodded, scribbled a few lines on the list in her hand, and continued to ask, "Distinguished guests, would you like some singers to liven things up?"

"Our male and female escorts here are quite good, would you like to try them out?"

People come to entertainment venues to have fun, so it wouldn't make sense not to ask for hospitality.

Hopefully, Peach Blossom Girl's gift card can hold out!
Bai Fengxian nodded, indicating that it was fine. She felt that saying too much would only lead to more mistakes, and it would be better to let Gui Mata make the combination himself.

There's a right balance to things. This is an earl's box, not a duke's box. The guests will really check the bill. If things get too outrageous, it'll easily get you into trouble.

Marta smiled and said, "How about this, one person per table to entertain you, and I'll invite two singers with good voices to keep you entertained!"

"it is good!"

Bai Fengxian nodded, took out the folded red snapper she had prepared beforehand, and threw it onto the coffee table.

"Thank you, boss!"

After taking the tip, Marta turned and left.

"Wait a minute, leave this handsome guy here!"

The handsome male escort wanted to leave with Marta because he was afraid that Marta, that gossipy woman, would pocket half of Marta's tip if they left too late.

That's how it is in the entertainment industry; they turn their backs on you and deny everything.

Before he could even take a step, Bai Fengxian called out to him. He could only curse inwardly at the star he had chosen, but he still smiled and turned to look at Bai Fengxian, waiting for the distinguished guest to speak.

Marta closed the door to the private room, quickly left, and went to the front desk to place an order.

"I heard that someone who owes me money is currently at the Dragon Palace Nightclub. I want to know which private room he's in."

Bai Fengxian tossed her handbag onto the coffee table, then took out her wallet, pointed out two large gold bull bills, and threw them onto the coffee table as well.

The handsome male escort stared wide-eyed when Bai Fengxian threw down two large gold bulls. He could only earn five or six hundred dollars a night after working six hours, but this customer had spent two thousand dollars in one go, enough for him to work for a week.

"Boss, just ask away. I promise I'll tell you everything I know."

"If I don't know, but the person is at the Dragon Palace Nightclub, I guarantee I can help you find them."

The handsome male PR guy quickly grabbed the two large gold bull bills on the coffee table and patted his chest to assure them.

“A few years ago, I believed a scoundrel and lent him two million to start a loan sharking company. But every year when this scoundrel reports his accounts, he says he lost money.”

"Recently, I've been calling him, but this bastard just won't answer."

"This bastard is called Bald Eagle, do you know that?"

Bai Fengxian exhaled smoke from her nostrils, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and asked casually.

"Bald Eagle?! Uncle Eagle, of course I know. Right now, Uncle Eagle is having a great time in Viscount's Box Number Eight."

"But boss, today is not a good day to collect debts. I don't think you came to Dragon Palace Nightclub just to collect debts."

"Uncle Eagle brought a lot of his henchmen today. If things get out of hand, it'll be a real mess!"

"He who takes money must do the work." The handsome male PR guy betrayed Bai Tou Ying for the sake of Yin Zhi. They were just nodding acquaintances to begin with, and compared to Yin Zhi, they were practically strangers.

"I know, you go ahead and get busy!"

Bai Fengxian nodded and told the handsome male escort to leave.

"Have fun, guys!"

The handsome male PR guy said auspicious words, then closed the door and left.

"Notify Brother A that White Eagle is in Viscount's Room No. 8." Seeing the handsome male escort leave, Bai Fengxian quickly stood up, first opening the doors to the restroom and shower room. Seeing that no one was inside, she then opened the locker where clothes were stored.

Seeing that there were no problems, he walked to the door of the private room. When he saw that no one was at the door, he asked the waiter sitting on the sofa to inform A-zai.

"Calling Brother A, we have arrived at the tiger's den. Bald Eagle is in Viscount's Box No. 8."

"We are safely in position. Bald Eagle is in Viscount Box No. 8."

The male colleague quickly informed A-Zai, who was sitting in the command vehicle, of the situation on the ground.

"Roger that. Be careful and keep a close eye on Bald Eagle. That bastard is definitely up to something."

A-zai's voice came through the walkie-talkie, reminding Bai Fengxian and the other two to be careful.

“Bai Sir, we can’t see upstairs at all. It’s all privacy glass. Even with binoculars, we can’t see anything! We can only see what’s going on in Viscount’s Box No. 8 if we go out into the corridor.”

The waitress wandered around for a moment, then returned to the private room and whispered.

"Of course! This is a top-notch entertainment venue, and privacy is guaranteed to be at its best."

This observation point isn't ideal, but there's no other way. The Baron's Box and Earl's Box are for casual patrons; high-status or sensitive clients are all at the Viscount level or higher.

I heard that Wang Shao, one of the nine princes of Shanghai Boys, has a private emperor box in the Dragon Palace Nightclub.

The plans developed in the command vehicle were completely useless.

Bai Fengxian sighed helplessly and could only stand at the door, watching the female waitresses walking by in the corridor.

"Should I try to sneak up here?"

The male employee wanted to use this trick to sneak up the stairs.

"Don't be ridiculous! This place is full of eyes and ears of the water room. There are no fewer than five CCTV cameras in this short corridor of less than 100 meters. If there is any disturbance, the monitoring room will know."

Bai Fengxian shook her head helplessly, pushed open the door, walked out of the private room, and went to the glass curtain wall. She placed her hand on the railing, looking up and down, hoping to find a breakthrough.

But after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find a viewpoint that showed the floor above.

The drinks and snacks she had ordered had already arrived, so Bai Fengxian could only return to the private room, pretending to be a customer seeking pleasure, and thinking of a possible solution.

After receiving the money, the handsome male PR guy did not return to the lobby on the first floor, but instead quickly walked to the front desk of his floor.

A gangster in a suit was sitting next to the receptionist, sucking on a straw and trying to amuse her.

"Trash Bro!"

The handsome male escort walked up to the gangster and greeted him softly.

Trash took the straw off his mouth and looked at the handsome guy in front of him with a smile: "Xingxing, it's a pity that someone with your face isn't a son-in-law!"

"But taking the right path is far better than resorting to shady dealings. What that son-in-law did was so immoral, he'll probably have a son who's born without an anus! He's deceiving innocent young girls, may he be struck by lightning!"

Xingxing chuckled a few times. He did want to become a gigolo back then, but his best friend said that being a gigolo had no future, so it would be better to become a male prostitute instead. However, when he got to the Dragon Palace Nightclub, his best friend couldn't become a male prostitute because he wasn't sharp-tongued enough.

As for myself, I didn't become a gigolo because I can't dance or sing. Both of them are now working in the concierge department, as front desk receptionists.

"Trash Bro, just now a female boss in Earl's Box No. 15 asked about Uncle Eagle. She said that Uncle Eagle was doing business with her and was tricked. She said she came to ask Uncle Eagle for justice."

"I was afraid it would affect business, so I said I didn't know who Uncle Ying was."

"I just wanted to tell Trash Bro that if things really get out of hand, you'll be prepared and won't be caught off guard."

"Trash Bro, the front of house is still busy, I'll go do something first."

I've said everything I needed to say. If those three bosses really are here to cause trouble for Bald Eagle and make a scene, it's none of my business.

After talking to the trash, the star turned and left to continue being a lucky cat.

Trash smiled and waved to Xingxing, telling him to go ahead and get busy. But as soon as Mingming got on the employee elevator, his smile turned cold. He spat the straw in his mouth into the trash can, quickly climbed the stairs to the top floor, and went to see his big boss, Brother Jimi.

Young Master Wang didn't come tonight, but his friends are having a birthday party in his private Emperor Box.

Each of the dozen or so carts was filled with ice buckets, each containing a bottle of champagne with sparklers inserted. These dozen or so carts and bottles of champagne alone were worth over ten thousand yuan.

Trash glanced enviously at the lively scene inside the emperor's private box. Reincarnation is a skill; if you are born into a wealthy family, even if you are an illegitimate child, you can still have countless silver coins to spend and live a life of good fortune and comfort.

If you were born into a public housing estate, in a wooden house, even winning ten lottery tickets wouldn't change your fate.

A gambling father, a sick mother, a good-for-nothing boss, and a weak younger sister!
None of them will give you an easy time!
Garbage grumbled a complaint, then quickly walked to the end of the corridor and knocked on the security department's door.

The top floor of the Dragon Palace Nightclub is over a thousand square meters. It's definitely not just Young Master Wang's Emperor Box. On one side is the security room, and next to the security room are the finance room and the insurance room. All the betting for the AKB boxing match is done in the insurance room.

The other three sides are VIP rooms, where dealers and croupiers from Macau work around the clock. When heavy drinkers want to gamble, they usually go to the top floor.

It is possible to register a gambling club in Hong Kong, but there are limits on the number of members, and cash cannot be exchanged, nor can the amount exceed one thousand dollars.

Dragon Palace Nightclub does not provide chips, but instead offers gift cards of various denominations. Officially, these gift cards cannot be redeemed, but privately, VIPs of the gambling club can redeem them.

However, a 7% service fee and a 3% venue fee will be charged.

Although the handling fee is higher than that of Haojiang, Longgong Nightclub is located in Yau Ma Tei, which is relatively close. If you feel like it, you can go there nearby, just by driving.

Unlike going to Macau, which is troublesome and requires several hours of speedboat travel and two hours of helicopter ride to get there.

In addition, the game is run by a handsome young man. There are only card games and only dealers. The players only keep an eye out for cheaters and never participate in the game. The gamblers are all well-known high rollers in Hong Kong. No strangers are allowed in. Safety is guaranteed and there are no cheaters to disrupt the game.

So, when the rich young men get excited from drinking, they often go to the rooftop to play a few rounds of sand crab.

The security room was also filled with smoke, and several thugs were sitting together smoking and chatting. When they saw the trash come in, they all nodded as a greeting.

Trash patted one of the fallen men on the shoulder, waved his hand, and strode to the back of the security room to meet the big boss.

Jimi was writing and drawing in the ledger when he saw the trash who should have been watching the place come up. He frowned and knew there was a problem with the place.

"Big guy!"

"A new face has come to swindle Uncle Eagle!"

The trash told everything the star had said, without hiding anything.

A new face?

Police!
Jimmy wasn't stupid; he figured it out immediately. He picked up the walkie-talkie and called the parking spot below.

"You little brat!"

Is there any imperial aura below?

Holding the walkie-talkie, Jimi's eyes were icy as he waited for the wind to hit the parking brake.

"There are unfamiliar faces. The military patrols are quite frequent. One of the guys let us pass earlier and discovered someone watching in the alley!"

The parking attendants weren't just for show; they quickly relayed the collected information to Jimi, who was sitting in the office.

"Damn it! That bald eagle, it got bitten and still comes to the Dragon Palace to cause trouble."

Jimi threw the walkie-talkie onto the table, picked up a Red Wan cigarette from the table, put it in his mouth, lit it, and thought of a solution.

"He really is a cop?"

"Tonight's match is the highlight, and the betting amounts from various companies are extremely high. If the cops investigate, it'll be a real problem! It'll be hard to explain to Lao Ding!"

Trash was also startled. He really thought it was his underworld brothers coming to seek revenge, but he didn't expect it to be the O-Division's anti-triad unit coming to his door.

"That's hard to explain! Do you think I don't know? Do you need to remind me!"

Ji Mi still had a cold face, and said something sarcastic, while thinking of a solution in her head.

Recently, that scoundrel Bald Eagle has been going into business with Brother Sheng. If it weren't for Brother Sheng's sake, they wouldn't even give that scoundrel a booth.

Bald Eagle must have been too flashy, revealing Brother Sheng's money-making scheme, which attracted the cops to his door. That bastard, at his age, still can't be careful!

Thinking of this, Ji Mi cursed inwardly, then stood up, clipped the walkie-talkie to his waist, and walked out of the security room.

The other thugs in the security room, seeing their boss make his move, quickly stood up, grabbed their suit jackets, and followed him.

Ji Mi took the staff elevator to the Viscount's private room floor. On the first floor, two celebrity boxers were fighting hard in the boxing ring, and people from TVB's sports department were also recording the boxing match.

In front of each stand, there was a brand-new Sony television, displaying every frame of the boxing ring on the screen.

The intense, brutal fight, the prize money of up to one million Hong Kong dollars, and the daily betting of tens of millions all contribute to creating the best atmosphere for the boxing match.

Normally, Jimi would definitely stop and watch for a few minutes to enjoy the view, but not tonight; he has more important things to do.

Upon arriving at the door of Viscount's Box No. 8, Jimmy took a step back with a cold face. The quick-witted Trash Boy rushed forward, banged on the door a few times, then pushed it open and went in, turning on the lights and stopping the flashing disco ball from spinning.

What the hell?!

"Who the hell is this?!"

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(End of this chapter)