Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 729, Section 320: Being Scolded in Public (Happy National Day Holiday!)
Guo Guohao watched Chi Mengli leave; he had already obtained the information he wanted.

Now all the problems have been solved; all that's left is to control the Shenwei Building and the ice factory.

Chi Mengli continued forward, exited the main building through the back door, and entered the library.

The University of Hong Kong's library has many Song and Ming dynasty editions of books, all donated by literary giants.

However, these donations from Chinese collectors are mainly concentrated at the Chinese University of Hong Kong.

Chi Mengli has a pass, which was arranged by Bo Cai Dong, and it is the highest-level faculty pass.

The security guard at the gate glanced at Chi Mengli's pass and promptly let her through.

Although I've never seen this handsome guy before, his suit is definitely a high-end brand.

In Hong Kong, you can offend the police, but you can't offend the wealthy.

Chi Mengli put the pass back into her wallet and went up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was filled with classics, histories, philosophical works, and literary collections—all Chinese classical texts. He went to the Ming Dynasty history section, pulled out a copy of "History of the Southern Ming Dynasty," and started flipping through it.

"The governors are all like dogs, the officials roam the streets, the ministers only love money, and the emperor only drinks wine!"

The sound came from behind Chi Mengli, accompanied by the sound of high heels.

This is a folk song recorded in Xia Wanchun's "Continued Record of Survival". Chi Mengli heard it in her previous life. Coincidentally, the location was also a library.

Chi Mengli turned her head and saw Jasmine, dressed in a white dress, skipping and hopping towards her.

"Reading the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty is very depressing. It takes ten days to half a month to recover from it. Don't read it."

Jasmine put the "History of the Southern Ming Dynasty" back on the bookshelf from Chi Mengli's hands, indicating that she couldn't read books that disgusted her.

"If you don't study, then we'll mess with you!"

Chi Mengli pulled Jasmine into her arms, and her hands and feet began to wander.

"What the hell!"

Jasmine blushed and spat, but did not stop Chi Mengli from taking further action.

Do you know the white crane?

Chi Mengli held Jasmine in her arms and asked her in her ear.

"Of course I know. Ninth Sister's leader is said to be very good at fighting, and his secret weapon is his leg skills."

"The nickname 'fallen bastard' comes from Baihe's leg skills."

"Uh-huh."

Jasmine lowered her voice to avoid making any strange noises that might attract the attention of her classmates who were reading.

"This is your first merit. I want you to sell the information to your superior, and I want your superior to take Baihe away at the designated time."

"This guy has pork in his car, enough pork for your promotions."

Chi Mengli finished speaking quickly, turned around to look around, and finding that no one was paying attention, she inserted an envelope into the pages of the "History of the Southern Ming Dynasty".

Jasmine felt her scalp tingling and her body crawling with countless tiny ants; she couldn't care less about the information the dead man had given her.

In the quiet library, the two enjoyed a rare moment of excitement.

The Peninsula Hotel's luxury shopping street.

Baihe opened the trunk and had the Chanel sales staff put the high-end clothing and bags that the tycoon and Professor J had purchased into the trunk.

"Sir, the clothes and bags are all put away. Is there anything else you need help with?"

After the Chanel assistant store manager saw that all the gift bags had been placed in the trunk of the Range Rover, he patiently checked them again to make sure everything was in order before reaching out to close the trunk.

"It's alright! Thanks!" Bai He tucked the cigarette behind his ear, reached into his pocket, and took out the tip the boss had given him earlier.

He didn't even count the number of red snapper; he just felt a pang of regret before handing them all over.

"Thank you sir."

When the assistant store manager of Chanel saw the large pile of red snapper in Bai He's hand, he immediately beamed with joy, accepted the thick stack of red snapper with both hands, and expressed his gratitude.

Tips at luxury stores in Hong Kong are distributed per person, but not equally.

Just like the violent gang, the store manager takes three portions, the assistant store manager takes two portions, and the remaining employees take one portion.

"Sir, Miss Jiu is a VIP among VIPs at the Peninsula Hotel's luxury shopping street. She spends tens of thousands of yuan every time she comes."

"This is my business card. I would be very grateful if Ms. Jiu's first stop is Chanel."

"Sir, this is a token of our appreciation from our Chanel store. Please accept it."

The assistant store manager took out a business card and a thick envelope that he had prepared in advance from the pocket of his uniform and handed them to Bai He with both hands.

This is the rebate offered by luxury stores, mainly targeting tour guides, assistants, and drivers.

It's important to know that a big spender like Ninth Sister wouldn't be fond of just one brand, and the wardrobes of wealthy young men and women can hold tens of thousands of clothes and bags.

Therefore, where you park your car is very important. If you park in front of a Chanel store, the first brand that big spenders will visit is Chanel.

Chanel's clothing designs are very avant-garde and fashionable, and the company spends a lot of money every year to buy space in fashion magazines in order to attract high-end customers.

The amount spent on sponsoring fashion writers, clothing critics, fashion magazine editors, and journalists alone is astronomical.

He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's gift is bound to him!
Nobody would risk their own livelihood!
Bai He put the business card in his pocket, opened the envelope, and found it was full of big shots. He slid his fingertip across it and counted them.

Fifteen big winners!
Seven thousand five hundred yuan!
What a stroke of luck today!
I never imagined that driving a car would bring me such a windfall.

You bastard, don't take advantage of a good opportunity!
A genuine smile appeared on Baihe's face as he took the cigarette off his ear and put it in his mouth.

The Chanel assistant store manager quickly pulled a basic Dupont lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette in Bai He's mouth. This little devil by Cai Ye's side had to be served well.

These little devils may not be able to close a deal, but they can definitely ruin things, so we have to be careful.

"Don't worry! From now on, when my boss comes, I guarantee his car will be parked right in front of your Chanel store."

"However, I always have to pay my thanks in cash."

For the sake of the money, Bai He was very amiable, but he also made his own demands.

That means that every time a big shot spends money, his rebate has to be settled immediately.

"Of course, it would be a pleasure to do business with you!"

"goodbye!"

The Chanel assistant store manager bowed and took his leave, then turned around, his eyes practically rolling to the sky.

These gangsters and hooligans are all greedy for money and have no respectable character.

Bai He leaned against the Range Rover, smoking and enjoying a rare moment of peace.

"Brother Baihe, long time no see. You're still alive, you idiot?"

"Damn it, God really is blind! Good people don't live long, but wicked people live a thousand years!"

"Go to hell!"

In broad daylight, someone actually dared to attack his own mother and hang himself.

Baihe felt a bit incredulous, but angrily turned around to look, ready to teach this ignorant fool a lesson.

(End of this chapter)