Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 732-323: Testing the Waters (Thanks to the author, Three Nights!)

(Ah Xian has been lazy. Ah Xian is starting to write 8,000 words a day! First day of writing 8,000 words a day!)

Ten thousand yuan was indeed not enough for the family to study abroad, even in 1979.

But 100,000 yuan is enough to go to Australia. Although living expenses will be tight, if you have savings, it is not difficult to take time off work to study.

Due to its population, the industries it engages in, and its nearly two-hundred-year history, Hong Kong no longer enjoys the prosperity of being so wealthy that one could drown in money.

Hong Kong is experiencing a real estate boom, but that boom is coming to an end.

The assistant store manager unconsciously picked up the check on the coffee table. She had always wanted to go to school, to graduate from a college, which was essentially graduating from Form Six.

This is enough to get promoted at the Peninsula Hotel, but it's only enough to reach the position of sales manager. It's not enough to get a senior management position.

However, attending university requires three years, and I cannot afford the tuition and living expenses for three years.

However, Queen's College has a collaborative program, and I have already completed the Hong Kong portion of the program.

You can obtain an associate degree by spending just one year at a designated university in Australia and completing the remaining part.

An associate's degree is still a bachelor's degree, and it is recognized in Hong Kong, considering that the proportion of higher education in Hong Kong is only four percent.

"Okay, I'll resign right now and buy a plane ticket to leave Hong Kong tonight."

The assistant store manager agreed quickly, afraid that if he was slow, Chi Tai across the street would renege on his promise and take the check away.

“I know the procedures for studying abroad are complicated, I will find a lawyer to help you with it.”

"Take this business card to Lawyer Luo Wenjin's office and find Ms. Dan Sijie on the card. She will take care of everything for you."

"goodbye!"

Xiren took out a single-stranded business card from her business card holder, wrote two letters on the back of the card with a pen—the agreed-upon code—and threw it onto the coffee table.

The assistant store manager quickly picked up the business card, bowed to Xi Ren, and took the high heels that were now his to go.

"Now the white crane can't even explain itself!"

Xi Ren put on her shoes, watched the assistant shopkeeper's departing figure, and said calmly.

Calamity descends upon us, those who scheme against us are utterly wicked, offering betrothal gifts but failing to find a match, resorting to vicious and cruel tricks!

Chi Mengli walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and found that the sun was high in the sky, but there was no snow in June as described in "The Injustice to Dou E".

It seems that God is too busy to care about human suffering, and can continue his righteous deeds.

Unaware that she had been ambushed, Baihe drove Jiu Guniang back to the newly opened Metropolitan Bar.

This bar is also located in Tsim Sha Tsui, in the newly built New World Centre.

Opening a bar in an office building is a new trend in the entertainment industry, but places like Causeway Bay, Queen's Road East, and Happy Valley are too chaotic and disorganized.

Therefore, imitating the ancestral home and setting up high-end membership-based private bars has become a trend.

The stocks of the Hong Kong Club and Kowloon Club are currently booming. The Red Shirts are now all trading penny stocks. A few stock kings can manipulate the market by joining forces.

Penny stocks have low initial investment costs, and penny stock dealers often give away some shares for free. For a stake of 30 to 50 million, you only need to put up a margin of 3 to 5 million.

They buy low and sell high, quickly entering and exiting the market, completing the transaction in a week, leaving the mess to retail investors while making a fortune for themselves.

Even if it's the Department of Justice or the Securities and Futures Commission that discovers it, it doesn't matter.

Because Hong Kong is a free port, the accounts providing funds all come from overseas, making it difficult for the Securities and Futures Commission (SFC) to technically determine that these are related accounts.

Furthermore, neither private banks in the Cayman Islands, nor financial companies in Dubai, nor private banks in Oman will give the Hong Kong Securities and Futures Commission any face.

Even if the China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) ultimately proves the existence of related-party transactions, the private legal teams of these stock market tycoons will handle everything for them.

If they can't even handle this small problem, then the millions of dollars in legal counsel fees that stock market tycoons pay each year will be wasted.

The owners of the silver paper change, and so do the pleasure quarters. Everyone is a slave to the silver paper, following its every move.

It's noon, and the Metropolitan Bar isn't open yet, but the staff are helping to move up the premium beers.

Most of the doctors in penny stock companies are international students, either having lived in London or interned on Wall Street, and they like to drink imported beer.

Hong Kong has many imported beers, but they are all only affordable and popular brands, which doesn't suit the high-profile and flamboyant personalities of these female doctors.

Therefore, Carlsberg beer became the first choice for penny stock doctors.

In Hong Kong, every bar run by a triad has its own rules regarding the drinks and cigarettes they use.

They're either counterfeit goods from duty-free shops or smuggled goods shipped overseas, because neither cigarettes nor alcohol are on the duty-free list.

But using Dafei smuggled goods is fine. In Guangzhou and Zhangzhou, north of the border, underground breweries are working overtime to produce enough to meet the demand of Xiangjiang bars.

However, the gangsters didn't dare to go too far. They only used it in entertainment venues and wouldn't distribute these large quantities of goods to convenience stores, supermarkets, or even street food stalls, where they couldn't get the goods.

If the foreigners can't make any money, they'll definitely donate to the cops so they can come and check license plates every night.

"Ninth Miss!"

"Elder Sister!"

"Ninth Aunt!"

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Those called Miss Nine are regular employees hired by Ninth Sister; those called Big Sister are gangsters; and those called Ninth Aunt are the fourth-ranked members of the Number Gang, the Blue Lanterns.

You can tell the relationship just by the way you address each other!
Hearing her men greet her, Ninth Sister couldn't keep a cold face. She opened her handbag, took out two red snapper bills, and handed them to the foreman.

"Afternoon tea is on me, a cup of sweet soup for each of you." The head waiter took the red snapper handed to him by Ninth Sister and said happily, "Thank you, Ninth Sister. You bunch of losers, why don't you hurry up and thank the boss?"

If we go to a tea restaurant to buy sweet soup, there definitely won't be enough for so many people.

But if you give the kitchen staff 100 yuan and ask the chef to cook a pot of sweet soup using ingredients from the bar, the chef is guaranteed to agree.

Making sweet soup in bars is a unique feature of Hong Kong bars. Since you're going to do it anyway, why not get a free red snapper?
"Thank you, boss!"

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The waiters were delighted to hear that there would be sweet soup, and they thanked the generous Ninth Sister for her generosity.

"work!"

Ninth Sister smiled and led the white crane into the bar lobby, then walked down the corridor to the far end, arriving at the door of her office.

He took out his key, opened the office door, and the two went inside. Bai He turned on the light first, and after a few seconds of adjusting, he closed the office door.

Ninth Sister sat on the armrest of the sofa and took off her high-heeled boots. The boots were beautiful, but they were too tiring for her feet, and she couldn't quite bear it.

Baihe bent down and helped Ninth Sister put her boots into the shoebox. He then took out a pair of flip-flops from the hidden shoe rack and placed them beside Ninth Sister's feet.

After massaging her feet for a few minutes, Jiu Guniang put on her flip-flops, walked to her desk, opened the cigarette case on her desk, picked out a cigarette and lit it.

"That jerk, Liangzai Sheng, never sends a message earlier or later, but he has to send one right when I'm spending time."

"That bastard's going to be impotent sooner or later!"

After cursing a few times, Ninth Sister picked up the menu hidden in the folder, glanced at it, and knew exactly what she wanted to eat.

She grabbed the microphone, pressed the shortcut key, waited half a second, and heard a voice coming from the microphone. She quickly said, "Who is it? It's your mother!"

"You're picking that star? You can't even recognize my voice anymore. Do you want to lose your job?"

"A bowl of shrimp wontons, and two side dishes."

"Just a heads-up, if I find out you're scumbag who's been putting something in the food, I'll have you chopped into a boiled chicken."

After venting her frustrations, Ninth Sister tossed the microphone back onto the landline and puffed on a cigarette, looking refreshed.

The white crane standing to the side quickly put the microphone back in its original position.

"J's shipment is sorted out, we'll handle the rest!"

"Baihe, do you know Daye?"

After blowing out a smoke ring, Ninth Sister looked at White Crane, waiting for the leader's reply.

"I know, we're from Kowloon City, we've had late-night snacks together before."

The gangsters in Yau Tsim Mong are all connected, and it's common for them to sit at the same table for a meal.

The underworld isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions. Most of the gangsters who manage to establish themselves and survive in Yau Tsim Mong have businesses and ways to make money, and at the very least, they have bosses supporting them.

If there's a way to make money, then let's all work together to profit; cooperation leads to a win-win situation.

Upon hearing the name, Baihe immediately pictured Da Yezai's arrogant face, who acted like he owned the place but had never made it big despite following some scoundrel.

"Hand the goods over to Daye, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

"This is the address."

Ninth Sister took out a sticky note, wrote a long address on it, tore it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to White Crane.

The quick-witted white crane caught the crumpled paper in one swift motion, opened it, and found an address and a long string of phone numbers inside.

"Hurry up, we'll be waiting for you to come home for a late-night snack."

Ninth Sister opened the safe and took out more than a dozen large golden bulls that were tied up.

Pay a settlement fee before doing anything; that's the rule in this business. Settle things on a case-by-case basis; don't drag things out.

"This is a million silver dollars, a deposit. You will receive another million after the deal is done."

Ninth Sister counted out one million and placed it on the table, then told White Crane to put it away.

This is just a test, to see how deep it is and whether there are any cops watching.

Five hundred boxes of mooncakes and ten kilograms of pork are not a large quantity. Even if the police catch them, as long as they are willing to become witnesses for the prosecution, they won't spend many years in prison.

But this cannot be told to Baihe. If the first batch of goods is safely transported out, the transaction will officially begin.

"I know! Boss, I'll be right back, I promise there won't be any mishaps."

Bai He put the million yuan on the desk into his pocket and left Jiu Guniang's office.

When Ninth Sister saw Bai He leave the office, she picked up the phone and called Professor J.

"Which one?"

"Ah J, I've already called a taxi for you. The taxi driver will leave on time."

Ninth Sister glanced at the Rolex gold watch with diamonds on her wrist and checked the time.

"I know, see you later."

Professor J, on the other end of the microphone, nodded to the "trash sister" in the office, signaling her to get to work.

(End of this chapter)