Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 689, 279: You idiot, you're being watched!

Inside Viscount Box No. 8, shouts and curses immediately erupted.

Trash and the others went into the private room first. Bald Eagle, who was sitting in the main seat, was still chatting and laughing with the hostess, pretending not to see his fellow disciples.

"I thought it was someone else, but it turns out it's just the watchdog causing trouble!"

"Trash, you're a real piece of trash, you have no sense of propriety at all, can't you see my boss is having a blast!"

"Choose that star!"

The battery, now with its new teeth, didn't become more low-key after the scandal broke. Instead, it became even more arrogant. When it saw that its fellow members, the "49ers" (a derogatory term for gamblers), had arrived, it didn't get up to greet them but instead hurled insults at them, behaving extremely arrogantly.

Trash sneered but didn't retort. The battery was a high-ranking official, even more senior than the big shot he had been befriended. If he spoke carelessly, he would only give that bastard White Eagle something to talk about.

He waved his hand, signaling everyone in the private room to leave and clearing the room for Brother Ji.

The singers and hostesses in the private room were all very perceptive. Although it's said that it's a fool not to make money, they knew they could still eat every day. These people in the entertainment industry knew how to choose, so they all got up and left quickly.

"Brother Jimi!"

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The singers and hostesses who came out of the door quickly greeted Ji Mi when they saw her standing at the door. They instantly realized that things had gotten serious.

After the singers and hostesses had all left, Jimmy instructed his younger brother McCaw beside him, "Today's bill is on my tab, and the tips are on my tab too. I've been working hard all night, and those bastards have taken advantage of me quite a bit. I can't let them go without money."

"Go tell the scheduling team that there are good orders tomorrow night, and let them take over first."

Those who sell their bodies are all people with hard lives. People with hard lives shouldn't make things difficult for each other. We are all brothers and sisters, and we should help each other.

Brother Sheng always tells us this principle: if someone treats you with respect, you must repay them tenfold. Only in this way can you make a name for yourself and establish a reputation in the martial arts world.

"I know, brother. Should I call a few more brothers, or call Brother Dong? Bald Eagle is clearly here to cause trouble. We can't let him succeed!"

"If something goes wrong, we'll be in a difficult position to explain to either Brother Sheng or Young Master Wang!"

There were quite a few people in the private room. McCaw felt that his side was outnumbered and was likely to be taken advantage of, as he might not be able to keep up with the crowd.

"It's nothing, we just want to go in and chat!"

Ji Mi didn't want to fall out with White Eagle; he just wanted to get rid of him. He couldn't care less about the rights and wrongs between White Eagle and the cops. As for White Eagle's business with Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng hadn't explained it, which meant it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to know the inside story.

That's the way the martial arts world is; the more you know, the faster you die.

Seeing that all the bystanders had left, Ji Mi entered the private room, glanced around, and saw that Bai Tou Ying and several of his trusted henchmen were there. He then took the initiative to walk to Bai Tou Ying's side.

The henchman sitting next to Bald Eagle quickly made room for Jimmy when he saw him arrive.

"Uncle Eagle, I'll pay for today's bill."

“You are an uncle, and you didn’t even say hello before you came. You’re too low-key. If I had known you were coming, I would have definitely greeted you at the gate.”

“I, Jimi, don’t stand on ceremony. I’ll drink a glass to apologize.”

Jimi picked up a bottle of wine from the side, took a clean glass from the wine rack, poured himself a small amount, raised the glass with both hands, and drank it all in one gulp, giving Bald Eagle plenty of face.

"Jimi, you're the most outstanding among this year's newcomers in the water room!"

"Your success is the success of the entire organization. As your uncle, I am happiest to see you newcomers succeed. With you standing in front of us, sheltering us from the wind and rain, we old folks can finally be happy!"

Cheers!

Dragon Palace Nightclub is Handsome Sheng's most profitable business, generating at least hundreds of thousands, even millions, of dollars in revenue per night.

It's now widely rumored that Wo Luen Shing owns Shanghai City, To Lo Chi, Sun Kee owns Chinatown, and Shui Fong owns Dragon Palace. The entertainment industry in Hong Kong is a three-way rivalry.

Bald Eagle coveted Dragon Palace's business, but his limited resources prevented him from getting involved. All the meat, semi-meat, and plain dishes at Dragon Palace Nightclub belonged to Ma Wangjian.

Other triad bosses also had madams and pimps, but they had to follow Ma Wang Jian's arrangements. Ma Wang Jian paid the rent and took a cut for Liang Zai Sheng, and the cooperation was very pleasant.

Although he had established connections in Annam and could obtain top-tier Annamite girls, the quantity was far too small, less than a hundred at a time. He couldn't even hold all the girls in his own stable, so naturally he didn't have the resources to participate in the Dragon Palace Nightclub's business.

He picked up his glass, clinked it against Jimi's, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Uncle Eagle, there's a lot of trouble outside, they're probably here to mess with you."

“I know Uncle Ying is powerful and has a strong fist, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry, so we still need to be careful.”

"How about this, brothers, let's keep playing. I've already paid for the drinks and the hostesses we ordered earlier. Uncle Eagle, let's go somewhere else! What do you think?"

Jimi was also giving the bald eagle a way out, hoping it would be sensible and quickly leave.

His months of working in entertainment venues have helped him grow considerably, and he has also tempered his ruthless nature considerably.

Upon hearing that there was trouble, Bald Eagle immediately realized that he was being watched.

He wasn't sure which part went wrong, but it probably wasn't the woman driving the car driven by the handsome man, because he was watching her the whole time and they went straight out to sea without causing any waves.

It seems the problem lies either with Ninth Sister or with Slug!
It doesn't seem like Handsome Winner, and the reason is simple: Handsome Winner isn't that stupid!
If he gets dragged into the cops' office, this bastard won't escape either. He'll be a moldy gangster, but Handsome Sheng is a top ten celebrity on the Dragon and Tiger List.

If the cops had to choose, they would definitely pick the one who takes out the handsome guy, because that would be a bigger credit!
Number gangs and fan clubs are just unreliable!

Bald Eagle cursed inwardly, gave Da Ye a wink, and then said, "This is your territory, Jimi, everything is up to you, Jimi!"

"You two keep playing, Daye and Battery, you two come with me."

Bald Eagle nodded, signaling Daye and Battery to leave with him.

"Trash, go tell the front desk to bring another fruit platter, two dozen beers, and a bottle of Chivas Regal, and put it on my tab."

"Uncle Eagle, this way please!"

Seeing that Bald Eagle was sensible, Jimi was also very generous. He asked Garbage to bring two more dozen beers, then stood up and led Bald Eagle and the other two away.

The three members of the White Eagle Club also stood up and followed Ji Mi out of the private room. The Dragon Palace Nightclub had many hidden doors. After all, the customers who came to play were either rich young men or rich young women, all of whom were targets of paparazzi. Therefore, the big spenders would enter through the main entrance and exit through the hidden doors.

Originally, Bald Eagle wasn't qualified to use the back door, but there were cops everywhere outside, so they definitely couldn't let this scoundrel use the front door. After all, this scoundrel was the uncle of the water room.

Ji Mi led the way, taking the three White Eagles to the kitchen. Even though it was almost 11 p.m., the kitchen was still very busy, with more than a dozen kitchen helpers working.

Take out the seafood and fruit platters that have been refrigerated in the refrigerator, place them on clean, fine bone china plates, and rearrange them.

A fire was burning on the stove, and bone broth and chicken soup were simmering in a clay pot. These soups and broths would be kept warm until the rich young men had vomited everything in their stomachs and needed some late-night snacks. Then they would cook shrimp wontons and bamboo-pressed noodles as staple foods.

Of course, some wealthy young men from Chaoshan also like to drink "Zhuangyuan Congee" or seafood congee. On the first three stoves, the congee base is being simmered over a low flame, and when the time is almost up, the seafood and dried goods that were caught that day are added.

Bald Eagle knew that Dragon Palace Nightclub was luxurious, but he didn't expect the hospitality to be so comprehensive, and they even thoughtfully prepared a late-night snack.

The aroma emanating from the casserole was irresistible, making his mouth water. At the wedding banquet of the White Bone Horse, he had been so engrossed in playing Pai Gow that he hadn't eaten much, and now he was quite hungry!
But now was not the time for a late-night snack. He followed closely behind Jimi, through the kitchen, and arrived at the roller shutter door through which the garbage truck usually entered and exited.

Jimi pressed the button, and the roller shutter door slowly rose, revealing a private road in front of them.

There are private roads in Hong Kong. As long as you pay land tax and register with the municipal government, and install CCTV cameras, the cops won't show up.

"Uncle Eagle, I won't see you off. Keep walking forward, turn right at the second alley, and that's Lai Chi Kok Road!"

"goodbye!"

After pointing out the way forward to the bald eagle, Jimi pressed the button to send those three good-for-nothings to their doom.

This is not even worth acting!
You bastard!
Seeing that Ji Mi was only polite for a moment, Bald Eagle closed the shutter door, kicked the three of them out, and cursed inwardly.

He looked around and, seeing that there was indeed not a soul in sight, quickly left with the battery and two of Daye's trusted henchmen.

Jimi took the elevator back to the top floor, stood in front of the glass railing, and looked down.

After dealing with all the trash, he walked over quickly and muttered a few words under his breath.

"Anyone who comes to our door is a guest. Regardless of whether there are any problems or not, we should greet them with a smile and make these scoundrels feel at home. But we should also have someone guard the corridor to prevent them from making any unusual moves!"

After saying that, Ji Mi left without looking back and went back to settle the accounts.

Garbage was also quickly sent downstairs, and a trusted, clever person was sent to guard the corridor.

Sun Feifei walked out of the staff restroom, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. She counted the banknotes in her handbag and found only a few red snapper bills. She immediately realized that she had run into a poor guy tonight.

I drank a lot of alcohol and only earned a few hundred yuan. I really lost a fortune.

However, she still had a safety net; the guys who hired hostesses and singers all had a minimum charge.

I can earn at least 660 yuan per hour. The nightclub takes 10%, the madam and pimp take 5%, and the gangsters at the club take 15%. So, I still make a profit!
Dragon Palace Nightclub is fairer to other venues because they don't take a cut of the tips from the hostesses, dancers, and singers; whatever the rich guys give, they take.

Besides, she can earn extra money tonight.

"Sister Feifei, what's wrong with you! You went into the bathroom and you're not coming out. If you want to have a late-night snack, you'll have to wait until I've finished taking care of my business."

A sissy-looking man strode up to Sun Feifei, slapped her arm hard, and uttered some arrogant words.

Sun Feifei, who was verbally attacked, quickly raised her middle finger to express her dissatisfaction.

"Young Master Lan is here. He specifically asked for you to come. He wants to hear you sing 'Love in a Small Village.' Young Master Lan is very generous. He booked all the remaining hours of your show for tonight."

"The Village Love! That's the song, la la... la la la la la la la la la la la."

The effeminate man started humming, but this good-for-nothing was tone-deaf and the tune was completely off.

"La la la la la your mother!"

"Young Master Lan is a notorious pervert. He drinks three cups of wine as soon as he walks in. I just finished throwing up in the bathroom, and then he drinks three more cups. You'd better go to Kowloon Funeral Home to collect my body."

"Even if you kowtow ten thousand times, it won't be enough to atone for your sins!"

"La la la la my head!"

Upon hearing that it was Young Master Lan who had chosen her, Sun Feifei was utterly bewildered. Young Master Lan was exceptionally generous, always giving her several large Golden Bulls. However, Young Master Lan himself did not drink; he preferred to torment the hostesses and singers, forcing them to drink three large cups of alcohol each time before he would start having fun.

"If you refuse, I'll take Juliet. She's always wanted to get close to Young Master Lan. Every singer at the Dragon Palace Nightclub can sing Teresa Teng. Even I, a tone-deaf loser, can manage a few lines and sing a whole song."

"Whether you go or not is up to you!"

"Let me tell you something, sister: people who go out to brothels are all in it for the money."

"You can earn several thousand dollars a night just by drinking. With that money, you can pay off your mortgage. By the time you can't drink anymore and your voice is ruined, you'll have earned enough to buy several tenement buildings and become a landlady!"

"If we don't fight now, when will we?"

"Go touch up your makeup quickly. I'll order you a bowl of bird's nest soup to cleanse your mouth and calm your stomach. Then you hurry up and get into Young Master Lan's private room and go fucking sing 'Love in a Small Village'!"

The effeminate man took out a tissue from his pocket, pulled one out of the packaging, and helped Sun Feifei wipe her lips clean.

"Sister? I'll cut off your penis that day and soak it in alcohol to drink! Anyway, it won't do you any good."

"I left my lipstick in the private room just now. This lipstick is my lucky color. I asked someone to buy it back from Japan. It's worth several red snapper."

"Now I'm going to find my lucky color lipstick. You go get me some bird's nest. We'll meet here in a minute, then go to Young Master Lan's private room and sing 'Love in a Small Village' together!"

Sun Feifei snatched the tissue from the effeminate man's hand, wiped her mouth, and walked towards the elevator.

The effeminate man gave Sun Feifei the middle finger behind her back, then quickly went to the front desk and ordered a bowl of rock sugar bird's nest soup. Hostesses are easy to train; as long as they have a decent appearance, can talk well, and are willing to let rich guys take advantage of them, that's all that matters.

But singing girls and dancing girls are different. They need to have good basic skills. Their dancing and singing must reach a professional level before someone will book them for a full hour. Similarly, these girls charge high prices for a full hour. They are like golden hens that lay golden eggs.

Sun Feifei took the elevator back to the floor she had just been on. Everything had returned to normal. She quickly walked into the private room and heard loud music still playing inside. She knocked on the door, waited for half a second, and then pushed the door open to enter.

(End of this chapter)