Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 725, Part 315: Helping Others is a Virtue (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)
Every time Teacher Li took the initiative to meet with me, it was because this old scoundrel had caused a little trouble, and I had to clean up the mess myself.

This old turtle is very powerful and a true immortal.

But this old fox has a spy mindset, not a gangster mindset, and after being a thug for so many years, he's lost his mind.

The martial arts world has its own rules, and the Hongmen has its own regulations.

If you don't know how to play or understand the rules, you'll find it difficult to move an inch.

To put it in terms of differentiation, the Jianghu and Hongmen are like secret sects, whose teachings are not passed on to more than six people. One can understand a little bit by relying on enlightenment, but once the actions become frequent, they will become chaotic and out of control.

Song Sheng, who was hiding in the shadows, was a traditional江湖人 (jianghu person) who had studied the Four Books and Five Classics. Therefore, all of Teacher Li's actions would end in failure.

This is also like Teacher Li sticking to himself like a plaster, hoping to use his rich experience as a gangster to fight against that old lion king.

But Teacher Li never expected that Chi Mengli didn't intend to be Song Sheng's enemy; instead, she wanted to eat the cake in Song Sheng's hand.

The enemy is the most qualified successor, especially a young lion.

Moreover, Teacher Li's unparalleled intelligence system can save a lot of trouble.

Little Shandong's intelligence is more accurate, but it's slower and requires a fee.

Teacher Li's information is incomplete, and we need to be careful!
However, free things are always good, even though there's bound to be a huge pitfall waiting for you in the end.

Chi Mengli, arm in arm with Xiren, walked into a coffee shop in Central.

It's no exaggeration to say that the service and coffee-making skills in Central's cafes are far superior to those in London and New York.

The only area that can rival the coffee shops of Central is Trieste, Italy, the mecca of modern coffee and its birthplace.

A cup of their incredibly rich coffee is unparalleled in the world; just one small cup will keep you awake for three days and three nights.

Of course, Seoul in the future could surpass Central, because it's a place where you can cut off sleep and drink iced Americano like water.

Jiangshan has talented people on behalf of the people, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

The coffee industry is also a traditional industry where quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.

Teacher Li must have struck it rich recently; he booked the entire coffee shop and hired a cellist to perform a solo for him.

Show-offs will get their comeuppance sooner or later!

After witnessing everything before her, Chi Mengli suddenly thought of this profound saying from Northeast China.

"What a lovely atmosphere, so relaxing!"

Xi Ren sat down in the chair, put her handbag on the ground, and praised Teacher Li, who was wearing sunglasses and enjoying the music.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Teacher Li placed the newspaper in front of Chi Mengli, looked up, smiled faintly, and gave a perfunctory polite reply.

"The atmosphere is a bit somber!"

The cellist's solo piece is the Sarabande, a famous solo piece.

Bach stepped in and revised this Spanish dance, transforming it from a regional classic into a world-famous piece.

The front page headline of the newspaper was about the hookah case in Sha Tau Kok.

It appears that Teacher Li was behind it, but Teacher Li did not derive any joy from the prank.

"Should I delete the congratulatory words I just thought of from my brain?"

Chi Mengli picked up the newspaper, glanced at it, and then threw it back onto the table.

“We’ve taken care of Mei-Feng’s partner in Luzon, and that gossipy bitch has found a new one.”

"However, there are problems with six out of ten shipments. Meifeng must be very annoyed."

Despite all the effort put into developing the large aircraft on Luzon Island, it did not have a decisive effect.

Mr. Li felt a little frustrated, but he quickly composed himself. After all, he was still happy to have caused trouble for Song Sheng's group. No one can maintain their wealth as an individual; partners and investors don't like their stable businesses becoming unstable.

“The path to wealth cannot be destroyed, it can only be filled.”

"The key is to bring out even cheaper products to fill the market and muddy the waters."

"But during periods of turmoil, nobody can make money."

“But doing this is like sounding the horn of attack. Teacher Li, Song Sheng may not care about your previous little actions, but you've touched his real money, and that could lead to trouble.”

"Being skinned and having my tendons pulled out is incredibly painful!"

As a temporary partner, Chi Mengli felt compelled to offer a friendly reminder.

Enter the market with caution; once a move is made, there's no going back. Once you've placed your bet, you're done!

Having taken economics courses, Teacher Li quickly realized that the underground market is still a market, and someone must fill it to maintain market order.

Those lecherous men and perverts can't stand a life without women, pork, and Miss White.

"Shall we fill it in?"

Teacher Li was very interested in Song Sheng, but he was even more interested in the silver coins. The foreigners above him were all insatiable bastards.

Each time they met, he would prepare a box of untraceable silver notes for his actions.

It feels awful to be treated like an ATM! But Mr. Li had no choice but to give it to them.

"Teacher Li, put your brilliant mind to use, don't let it sit still, or you'll get a stroke."

"When your brain is as smooth as a sloth's, you'll get Alzheimer's."

"The girls around you will never admire your wisdom again, and you and that good-for-nothing Ah B will never be able to live up to your reputation. Believe me, you really need Curry Boy's magic oil."

It's very painful to talk to a brick wall. It seems that it will take a long time for Teacher Li to change his logic.

Locals trust each other, and breaking down that trust barrier takes a considerable amount of time and money. Finding someone you know well to collaborate with is the safest approach.

Teacher Li was absolutely confident in his own wisdom, just like he was confident in the hardness and stamina of his son. He immediately thought of the handsome guy across from him who was the person he wanted to talk to.

“Mr. Langwan is a coward; he won’t make a move, even if the potential profit is substantial.”

Ok!

The direction was right, but the focus was wrong.

Chi Mengli was speechless. He snapped his fingers and told Xiren to bring out the information he had prepared in advance.

"This is Mr. Langvan's son, his youngest son, an ambitious young man who dreams of becoming the underground king of Luzon."

"Young people are restless and full of passion. When they are twenty, they think they can do anything."

"Heroes have always emerged from among the young; we should give this guy a chance."

The world belongs to the younger generation, and we must give them opportunities.

Xi Ren sent someone to investigate Lang Wan and learned that Mr. Lang Wan favored his youngest son the most and regarded him as his heir.

Chi Mengli loves to help others succeed, a virtue that even God would praise. Although he is a gangster, he still follows the guidance of the Bible.

"Father and son killing each other?"

"The Dune Coup?!"

"How cruel!"

Teacher Li immediately realized what was going on, gave a thumbs up, and praised Liangzai Sheng's idea.

(End of this chapter)