Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 718, Section 308: No Problem (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Frustration is frustration, complaints are complaints.

There will be nothing left undone that needs to be done.

Seeing that all the raw materials and ice blocks had been safely loaded onto the truck, Battery opened the truck door, jumped into the driver's seat, and called to the driver and porters to get on the truck and leave.

Traffic was congested in Kowloon City as usual, but it improved slightly after turning onto King's Road.

The battery, with a Red Wan cigarette dangling from its mouth, hummed a little tune and watched the street scene.

"Behicle Bro, you're having a blast today. Good things come to those who are in high spirits. You've been beaming lately, so you're definitely about to have some good fortune."

The driver, who was driving, was in a good mood upon seeing the battery and quickly offered a few flattering words.

Having been in the business world for so many years, I can certainly tell the difference between genuine feelings and feigned sincerity.

Flattery, boasting, and empty praise—this whole routine has been overused in the underworld.

However, being carried in a sedan chair isn't necessarily a bad thing!

"You little punk, you're smart, sharp-eyed, and you can talk a good game!"

Here, have a cigarette!

“From now on, if I see you only talking and all talk, I can’t trust anyone who’s all talk and no action! I’ll break your legs.”

The battery took out a cigarette case, first tossed one to the driver, tapped the scoundrel on the head, and then tossed one to the operator sitting in the back.

When serving cigarettes, make sure no one is left out; it's better to be shortchanged yourself than to miss out on a guest.

The driver nodded hastily, lit the cigarette in his mouth with the lighter, and cursed under his breath.

The company is short-staffed, and I often have to help out. It's only right to work and get paid, but no one would be willing to do two jobs for one salary!
The journey from Kowloon City to Sham Shui Po is quick; the Octagonal Pavilion is located on the outskirts of Sham Shui Po.

The battery instructed the driver to stop the car next to the self-service phone booth, then jumped out, walked to the phone booth, and took out a note from his pocket.

【9345867】

Holding the note, Battery pulled a woman's head from his pocket, threw it into the coin slot, and then dialed out the phone number one by one.

"Which one?"

The call was answered in just half a second, and a cold, impersonal question came through the receiver.

"Uncle Eagle sent me to bring you feed, ten bags."

As instructed by the bald eagle, the battery clearly stated its message and waited for the response from the other end of the microphone.

"Come to Shenwei Building in half an hour, Room B1809, 18th Floor, Block B."

"Tell us you're delivering food when you knock on the door."

The person on the other end of the phone gave a brief explanation and then hung up.

Hearing the busy tone coming from the receiver, Battery just muttered "Damn it!"

But he wasn't there to make friends or pick up girls. He threw the microphone back onto the rack and went back into the cockpit.

"Go to Shenwei Building."

"When I passed by a tea restaurant, I stopped for a moment and bought a cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea."

Half an hour is plenty of time. Since we've finally gotten out, Battery definitely wants to have a cup of his favorite Hong Kong-style milk tea.

The Shenwei Building in Sham Shui Po is an industrial building, and most of the factories inside process egg yolk mooncakes.

The driver arrived at the underground parking lot of Shenwei Building on time. Battery was drinking milk tea and watching the operators carry ice blocks sealed in plastic bags into the freight elevator.

Ten large blocks of raw material ice were neatly stacked in the elevator.

Holding the milk tea in his nylon stockings, he stepped into the elevator. The sweltering temperature inside immediately dropped by five degrees, and he involuntarily shivered.

He pressed the elevator button for the 17b floor. The old freight elevator immediately creaked and began its arduous ascent. Freight elevators are notoriously slow, crawling like a tortoise. Even after the battery had been used up, the freight elevator still hadn't reached its floor.

"Ding dong."

The freight elevator arrived at the 18th floor. Battery, with a straw in its mouth, stepped out of the elevator and stood in the corridor, looking for room B1809.

found it!
The battery found the door number of room B1809 and went there on its own.

The operator pushed a small cart, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel around his neck, and followed behind the batteries.

"clang clang"

The battery arrived at the door of room B1809, banged loudly on the security door, and announced its arrival to the thugs inside.

Three seconds later, the observation window of the security door was opened, and a pair of numb eyes appeared behind it, coldly staring at the batteries in front of the security door.

"A food delivery person!"

"Ten bags of feed!"

He tossed the disposable milk tea cup in his hand against the wall, wiped his hands on his shirt, and muttered the pre-arranged code.

The numb eyes behind the security door's observation window remained unresponsive, even after the battery had finished delivering the agreed-upon code.

The two sides remained deadlocked for half a minute before the security door finally closed a crack with a few clicks.

The battery curiously peeked through the crack in the security door and saw several beautiful women in swimsuits walking around inside the factory.

But before the swimsuit-clad beauties could get their fill, the security door closed, and a middle-aged woman with dry, yellowish hair and a gaunt figure emerged from the factory.

The middle-aged woman with dry, yellow hair and a thin build walked up to the battery.

"One, two, three, seven, eight, nine, ten, ten bags of feed!"

"The quantity is correct, follow me."

A gaunt, middle-aged woman with a very hoarse voice used her shoulder to push aside the battery and led it and the others toward the refining plant.

The battery manufacturer waved its hand, signaling the operator to keep up and not to waste time by daydreaming.

The weather is hot now, so the ice melts quickly. These are large blocks of ice made by diluting the raw materials. If even a little melts, it can result in a loss of tens of thousands of dollars.

The group wandered through the corridors before finally arriving at the refining plant.

The gaunt middle-aged woman took the key off her neck, opened the zipper door, and let the battery carry all the ice cubes inside.

Without the battery giving any instructions, the operators immediately began to pull the ice blocks into the refining plant.

Ten blocks of ice were sent to the refining plant in two batches.

The thin, middle-aged woman took out a test kit, used a pipette to extract the melted liquid from the ice cubes, and dripped it into the test kit.

The reagent kit reacted quickly; the colorless, transparent liquid inside immediately turned pale blue.

The thin, middle-aged woman was very satisfied with the color of the reagent kit. The higher the purity of the raw materials, the purer the blue color of the reagent kit's liquid.

But this was a risky path to wealth, so she had to be extremely cautious. She carefully examined the remaining nine large ice blocks and patiently awaited the final result.

Whether you want to wait or not, you have to!
The battery allows the operator to return directly to the vehicle and then back to the stall. It's peak season for ice, and the stall staff are too busy to keep up with demand, so there's no need for everyone to stay here.

Moreover, the more people who know the situation, the greater the possibility of it being leaked.

The battery driver chased the operator away, closed the door, leaned against the wall, took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and quietly waited for the thin, middle-aged woman to check the purity of the raw materials.

"Great! No problem!"

The liquid in the test kit had all turned blue, the thin, middle-aged woman said with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)