Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 730, Section 321: Framing (Seeking monthly votes!)

(Thanks to the boy who loves reading historical novels for his support, and thank you for backing me up!)
Bai He turned around and saw a scoundrel he really didn't want to see: Fei Sha from the anti-gangster group.

They were old neighbors, but of different ages. When Baihe started working at the docks, this guy was already a prodigy.

To be honest, I was able to get into the number gang and quickly rise to prominence thanks to this good-for-nothing.

But favors must eventually be repaid, though Fei Sha seems oblivious to this principle.

The era of the four chief detectives has ended, and the Political Department has transferred all its detectives to the Operations Department.

The detectives said that even military uniforms couldn't get their fees anymore. They would collect them every three days, every seven days, or every half month, and they would all be gone. Even taking two pieces of osmanthus cake would result in a complaint to the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC).

The clever kids started to adapt to the times and trends, using Her Majesty the Queen's pardon to clean up their act and say goodbye to the past.

But smart guys are only a minority; the rest are just clueless idiots.

Unfortunately, Fat Sha was one of them. He still thought he was living in the era of the Four Great Detectives, a time when dancing and singing still went on.

Out of consideration for their past relationship, Baihe helped Feisha resolve many of his troubles. However, as time went on, Baihe no longer wanted to invest in this hopeless project.

In order to sever their friendship, after helping Fei Sha pay off the last debt, Bai He gave the fat boy a severe beating and took the IOU from his hand.

With a handle on him, he wasn't afraid of Fei Sha causing him trouble.

"Brother Fatty Sha, we've known each other for a long time. I've helped you pay off at least 100,000 yuan. You don't have to be so venomous, do you?"

"Even if you see my mother, you should still call her Sister Baozhu. It's better to keep your mouth clean."

Baihe took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it away with a flick of his finger, making Feisha's mouth cleaner.

Of course, we have to give face to our old neighbors.

Fei Sha chuckled and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Of course I have to give your mother face, after all, we've been neighbors for over ten years."

“I was recently transferred to the West Kowloon Police District, where I will continue to work on anti-triad operations.”

"I was just passing by the Peninsula Hotel and wanted to use the restroom for a quick break, but I never expected to run into you, you scoundrel."

"Bai Hezai, I'm just following the rules. If you have any complaints, go find Brother Yi to cause trouble, don't come to me."

"Could you please carry this for me? Thank you!"

Fei Sha slapped the file bag in his hand against Bai He's chest, then took out a cigarette case and put a cigarette in his mouth.

The file he had been holding to his chest fell to the ground. Bai He bent down to pick it up and brushed the dust off the file bag with his hand: "Brother Fatty Sha."

“We need to make things clear. You brought me into the industry, but over the years, I’ve helped you settle hundreds of thousands of things, big and small.”

“Now, a tenement building in Central costs only three or four hundred thousand dollars.”

“Brother Fei Sha, over the years, you’ve lost two or three small tenement buildings in the casinos. Have I ever said a word about it?”

Bai He saw his name written on the file bag and knew without looking that it contained his criminal record.

Stop making things up! I was just passing by the Peninsula Hotel and needed to use their restroom. No idiot would believe that!

If you have a point, then make it reasonable; there's no need to use the police station's name to fool yourself.

Nobody is easily intimidated!

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare let Brother Baihe clean up my mess! Everyone knows now that Brother Baihe is with Ninth Sister, and no one dares to mess with him."

"But Brother Baihe, I've been transferred to West Kowloon now, in charge of Yau Tsim Mong, so you'd better be careful and don't fall into my hands, or you'll be in trouble."

Fei Sha, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, blew a puff of smoke at Bai He, then tore open the file folder with Bai He's name on it.

He took out a photocopy of a picture of Baihe holding a sign. He folded it a few times until it was the size of a small card and put it into the upper pocket of Baihe's suit jacket where he would tuck his handkerchief.

After warning Baihe, Feisha swaggered away with the file folder in his hand.

Bai He frowned as he watched Fei Sha leave. Being targeted by the cops was troublesome; they were like a stubborn plaster that he couldn't shake off.

They can't even resort to violence. It's perfectly natural for soldiers to extort money from thieves, but it's against all reason for thieves to extort money from soldiers.

Without the police officers even needing to intervene, the number gang will proactively clean house and give the police an explanation.

However, Bai He wasn't entirely without options. He still had Fei Sha's IOU, so it would be easy for him to find a member of the Tong Party to deal with Fei Sha and force him to leave the military.

Just as Baihe was racking his brains for a solution, Jiu Guniang quickly came out, holding a pager in her hand, looking rather nervous, while Professor J had already disappeared.

Sensing something was wrong, Baihe quickly went to greet her and walked up to her boss, Ninth Sister.

"Hey boss, what happened?"

"Professor J? Should we wait a little longer?"

Baihe first opened the car door and let Jiu Guniang get in.

Ninth Sister sat in the back seat, not answering Bai He's question, and said directly, "Let's go, back to the office."

"That bastard, Handsome Sheng, he never sent a message earlier or later, but of all times, he had to send one now. He's really a bastard!"

There's no need to spell it out too clearly, after all, the cops can plant listening devices in cars without anyone noticing.

My own office is very safe, with a complete shielding system that can block eavesdropping devices.

Ninth Sister tossed the pager aside, remained silent, and began to close her eyes in thought.

Upon hearing the boss's order, Bai He did not hesitate at all and immediately started the Range Rover and drove towards Tsim Sha Tsui.

The Range Rover circled the open space, turned around, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Three seconds later, Huanxi emerged from the woods, a Polaroid camera hanging around her neck and a dozen or so developed photos in her hand.

It was hot, and the woods were full of mosquitoes. I squatted in the woods for almost half an hour, and my body was covered in big welts from the bites. Even a whole bottle of mosquito repellent didn't help.

Overjoyed at completing the task, he tucked the photos into his pocket and strode into the Chanel store.

When Huanxi entered, the receptionist greeted her warmly and led her to the VIP room.

"Dang Dang Dang"

The waiter knocked on the door three times to remind the guests inside before opening it.

Chi Mengli was flipping through a fashion magazine, while Xiren was looking at her new handbag over and over again. It was a limited edition, and there was only one of its kind in all of Hong Kong.

"Old Ding, Sister Xiren, it's all done."

Huanxi closed the door, took the photo out of her pocket, and placed it on the coffee table.

Upon hearing Huanxi say that everything was settled, Chi Mengli put down the magazine in her hand, picked up the photos, and looked at them one by one.

I'm so glad this guy took the photos. His photography skills are terrible. Some of the photos made people look blurry, and he couldn't capture the subject. Most of the photos are unusable.

She was like rummaging through a garbage dump for treasures. Chi Mengli threw the useless photos into the trash can and picked out three that were usable.

"Damn, Huanxi, you're quick-witted when it comes to doing things, but your photography skills are absolutely terrible."

Chi Mengli picked out three usable photos, then used a lighter to set fire to the useless photos in the trash can, destroying the evidence.

(End of this chapter)