Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 703, Section 293: Rats Have Their Own Way (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Longjing tea and egg tarts were placed on the coffee table next to Chi Mengli.

Holding the ledger in her hand, Chi Mengli nodded to the younger sister to express her gratitude.

The ledger was very simple, just records of inflows and outflows. Transactions with the area north of the boundary river couldn't be clearly priced, but Xiren had a particularly wicked sense of humor, so she recorded them with a red oil pen.

With an initial investment of 500,000, she turned it into 3 million; Xiren is indeed a shrewd businesswoman.

The boxing champion Sheng, that loser, really doesn't know how to use people!
Shenxian Jin once commented on his younger brother, saying that Quan Wang Sheng was terrified of ghosts at the bow and thieves at the stern.

Almanacs from the following year are worthless!

(The almanac from the previous year is worthless!)
It seems that Shenxian Jin was indeed insightful, seeing through Xi Lao's true nature at a glance.

"The antique shop is yours, and I'm just a freeloader, a son-in-law who takes advantage of the situation."

Chi Mengli glanced at it twice before closing the ledger, telling her not to interfere too much with her younger brother's financial path.

The path to wealth has been given to you; whether you can profit from it depends on your own abilities.

Even gangsters can lose money when they take on big boats; the world is a strange place, and weirdos and eccentrics are everywhere.

"That silly eagle has got a bite out of the flesh!"

Chi Mengli tossed the account book onto a chair beside her, picked up her teacup, and took a sip of the freshest pre-Qingming Longjing tea.

Xi Ren, who was counting the ancient books in the wooden box, nodded indifferently. It was agreed beforehand that Biao Jin would provide the raw materials.

If the bald eagle can't even handle this little thing, then this piece of fat meat really has nothing to do with him.

“Brother Sheng, you don’t run a noodle stall, so there’s no need for you to get involved.”

“I think the top scholar is quite good. Why don’t we let him handle the rest?”

"Ninth Sister asked me to meet her, saying she wanted to talk about washing rice. Just now, Little Shandong also called to say that Amiya has made progress."

Xi Ren wasn't very optimistic about this collaboration; the target of the gold standard was too high, and many people in both the legitimate and underworld wanted him to suffer.

The advantage of having many henchmen is now evident: they can stand in the front and take the blame if anything goes wrong.

If nothing goes wrong, all the better. Just sit back and collect the money, then shake out some loose change to make the henchmen grateful.

"The top scorer isn't good enough!"

Seven and a half ounces can't compare to eight ounces of gold; if it's not enough, it's not enough.

To succeed in the underworld, one needs a big name and a resounding reputation. The top scholar had a good nickname and a sharp mind, but he just didn't have a powerful backer to choose him.

But character determines everything. If a top student isn't loyal enough as a dog and ruthless enough as a traitor, no matter how sharp his mind or how ruthless he is, he will never rise to the top.

Even if God were to be blind and grant him a position, it would only be a fleeting moment, and in the end, I would have to go to the Kowloon Funeral Home to see him off.

Chi Mengli raised her head and looked at Xiren, examining Xiren's beautiful face with great interest.

Is it genuine sincerity? Or a calculated test?

The rising steam from the teapot made it difficult for him to see clearly.

There is no eternal loyalty, nor eternal betrayal, only eternal and unchanging interests.

Xi Ren's madness is different from Acong's. Acong's madness is a physical illness, a born killer, but Xi Ren's madness is psychological.

They have an extraordinary desire for the unknown and excitement.

Physiological needs are easy to satisfy, but psychological needs are much harder to meet.

"I've become addicted to eating fatty meat and catching soft-shelled turtles. This time you've satisfied my craving, but I won't do it again."

"The Pinkerton Detective Agency doesn't train private detectives, but rather outstanding con artists."

"That bastard Xiao Shandong swindled at least several million from me, but every piece of information he gave me was some worthless garbage."

"Hopefully this time, he can give me some inspiration." The egg tarts were still steaming hot. Chi Mengli picked one up, took a bite, and added some sweetness to her mouth.

Xi Ren is a thoughtful person; she knows that she doesn't eat the super sweet egg tarts at Hong Kong-style cafes.

So they specifically gave the tea restaurant across the street extra money so that it could make a batch of non-sweet egg tarts at a fixed time every day.

The conman Xiao Shandong, whom Chi Mengli had mentioned, soon appeared in the antique shop, his hands clasped together, holding a red envelope, and bowed to Xiren.

"Miss, congratulations on opening the new store with the new signboard. You are beautiful and kind-hearted, you are sure to make a fortune."

"A small gift, nothing more."

After saying his auspicious words, Xiao Shandong slapped the red envelope in his hand onto the counter.

Chi Mengli, with a cigarette dangling from her lips and her legs crossed, felt an urge to curse when she saw the red envelope in Xiao Shandong's hand.

This scoundrel didn't even want to spend the money to buy a red envelope from the convenience store; instead, he tore down a couplet from the neighborhood and wrapped it in a red envelope.

Judging from the thickness of this red envelope, it can only hold checks, but Mr. Shandong is a notorious miser and would not be so generous.

Xi Ren, who was standing behind the counter, could also tell that the red envelope given by Xiao Shandong was wrapped with couplets. She opened the simple red envelope in front of Xiao Shandong.

A woman's head!

Xi Ren picked up the small amount from the red envelope and held it in front of her. She felt helpless; this was the smallest congratulatory gift she had ever received.

"A gift of a goose feather sent from afar is a small gift but carries great meaning."

"I'm a wage earner, I have to support my wife, mistress, three concubines, and my daughter. Please forgive me!"

Xiao Shandong was still his usual playful self. He sat down next to Chi Mengli and, seeing an egg tart on the coffee table, immediately picked one up.

"Chi Sheng, sharing is caring, don't mind if I have one!"

When Chi Mengli saw the shameless Shandong guy, he was like a green recruit. Everyone says that gangsters are shameless, brazen, and despicable.

In retrospect, the private investigator's conduct was somewhat despicable.

No profession should create a professional filter, because the more you experience it, the more disillusioned you will become.

"Eat it! After all, I can't just pry the egg tart out of your mouth with my hands."

"If you become possessive of your food and then bite me back, that would be terrible!"

Chi Mengli had little experience dealing with shameless people, but he was very knowledgeable about raising dogs. He sighed inwardly and told Xiao Shandong to do as he pleased.

It was clear that Xiao Shandong was hungry. He ate three egg tarts in a row before taking out a wet wipe to clean the grease off his hands and letting out a satisfied burp.

"You can say it now!"

Chi Mengli continued drinking her Longjing tea, while Xiao Shandong told her about his discovery.

"I caught Amiya!"

"But I'm sorry, it's Mitt who's out doing the dirty work."

Xiao Shandong gave all the correct answers he knew and presented evidence.

A thick file folder was placed on the coffee table.

The reason he could find the correct answer was not because Xiao Shandong was exceptionally intelligent, but because he was good at spending money.

The receptionist was very pretty, but after Little Shandong's investigation, it turned out she was a rose in the desert, a beautiful girl from a poor family.

Such a beautiful girl must have had a difficult past and short-sighted parents who hope to make a fortune by using their daughter.

In Hong Kong, such things happen almost every day in the timber shed area; it's not uncommon.

(End of this chapter)