Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 742, Section 333: Waiting for the Sun to Rise (Continue the Challenge!)
"Dang Dang Dang"

Baihe knocked on the office door and, hearing a "Come in!" from inside, pushed the door open and went in.

Ninth Sister was looking at the account books, while Professor J was sitting on the sofa watching a midnight movie.

"nailed it?"

When Ninth Sister looked up and saw that Bai He had returned, she closed the ledger, picked up the cigarette case, took out two Dunhill cigarettes, and tossed one to Bai He.

"It's done!"

"Da Ye drove the car away and delivered the goods back."

Bai He was very nervous, and his expression was a bit stiff, but the light in Jiu Guniang's office was orange-yellow, and his complexion looked relatively normal under the light.

Hearing that Daye had driven away, Ninth Sister nodded. Once Fire Phoenix was out of business, it was no longer her concern. She could just wait for Handsome Sheng to pay her the next day.

However, this was a small-scale operation; even twenty kilograms of fire phoenix wouldn't be enough to pay the resettlement fee for these henchmen.

"I saved some pig's blood porridge for you. It was cooked by Ah J himself. You've done a lot of good work this time, so you need to make up for it!"

Ninth Sister opened the cabinet under her desk and pulled out a thick stack of large gold bulls. This was the promised settlement fee, one million silver dollars, not a penny less.

"Thank you, boss!"

"Thank you so much, Sister J!"

Upon seeing the million silver dollars promised by the big shot, Bai He was a little excited, and his outstretched hand began to tremble. He tried his best to control his emotions and not let himself give himself away.

This delivery was a small matter, but Baihe's expression was very unnatural. Jiu Guniang immediately noticed something was wrong and began to observe Baihe carefully.

Professor J, who was her husband, also noticed the changes in Ninth Sister.

But so as not to disturb the white crane, she continued to lie on the sofa without changing her position. She held the remote control in her right hand and started changing channels, but her left hand was already in her pocket.

In her left pocket was a double-barreled cannon, with only two bullets the size of peanuts, but enough to blow a person's brain apart.

"You look a little pale?"

After seeing that Baihe had carefully put away the silver paper, Ninth Sister tentatively asked a question.

Bai He wasn't stupid; he immediately realized that his awkwardness had aroused Jiu Guniang's suspicion. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I got soaked in the rain the whole way and caught a bit of a cold."

"My clothes were soaked, and I was exposed to the cold wind the whole way. The taxi drivers didn't dare to take me because I looked so disheveled."

"After taking two pills, I feel dizzy and just want to find a place to sleep."

The reason was quite good, and Ninth Sister nodded, her wariness lessening by half. However, she still wanted to observe first, so she said, "Let's drink the pig's blood porridge first."

"Replenish your essence and blood, then go to your office for a nap. I'll arrange for someone to buy some herbal medicine in a bit."

"The cold medicines that foreigners use only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. If you have internal heat, you still need to drink the traditional Chinese medicine soups from our ancestors to clear the heat and dispel the stagnation!"

Tonight, none of the three people present can leave the Metropolitan Bar; they must wait until dawn.

Bai He was deeply moved by Jiu Gu Niang's concern for him. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said only, "Thank you, sir!"

The pig's blood porridge had gone cold, but Baihe, who had been starving all night, ate it in a few bites. There were also a few side dishes on the side, which he didn't miss either.

Seeing the white crane eating porridge and vegetables with gusto, Ninth Sister's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down completely.

If all the top dogs are traitors, then you really have no one you can trust around you.

After finishing his late-night snack, Baihe wiped his mouth, said goodbye to Ninth Sister and Professor J, picked up the silver paper, and left the office to rest in his private room.

Upon seeing Bai He leave the office, Jiu Gu Niang immediately picked up the phone and called the security office, asking Hong Gun, who was in charge of watching the venue, to send someone to keep an eye on Bai He's private room.

Better safe than sorry; a load of 20 or 30 kilograms of cargo is enough to land everyone in jail for ten years.

I'm in the prime of my life, I don't want to waste my time eating and waiting to die in the ancestral hall! "Is it really just a cold?"

Seeing that Ninth Sister had made arrangements, Professor J took his hand out of his pocket and asked casually.

"I don't know!"

"The answer will be revealed at the party tomorrow morning."

“If anything happens, even if Baihe is my leader, he will have to go with the other bastards to become the Dragon King’s son-in-law.”

"Similarly, if nothing happens, it means everything is safe and trading can continue."

"After we pull off this job, we'll go to California and never come back."

Twenty tons of blue blood and ten tons of fire phoenixes—once this deal is finalized, everyone can live a life of comfort and wealth.

Furthermore, once they arrive in Los Angeles, they can establish a new factory to continue producing Phoenix.

Ninth Sister picked up the Dunhill cigarette again, put it in her mouth, and said calmly.

Hong Kong is going through a turbulent time right now, so leaving temporarily is better for everyone!
Professor J has already ordered a 5,000-ton cargo ship from Japan, which has been modified according to her requirements.

It boasts an enormous interior space, state-of-the-art freshwater purifiers, a fuel tank capable of operating for a year, and a cold storage facility large enough to hold ten elephants.

But that's not the most crucial point. A laboratory that you only find in top universities is also on this cargo ship.

With a laboratory comes a factory. A 5,000-ton cargo ship is the youngest in the cargo ship family, but it is a behemoth on land.

Professor J even built a helipad on the deck of the cargo ship and purchased a Sikorsky S-76 helicopter.

This commercial helicopter will not be transported to Hong Kong, but directly to Japan.

This is Professor J's newly prepared factory, this floating kitchen, where there are no restrictions and no longer any worries about problems like smoke and sewage.

As long as it's floating in the Pacific Ocean and its ship registration is changed to Panama, even Interpol has no right to board it.

Because Panama is not currently a member state of Interpol, Interpol cannot board the ship for inspection.

The kitchens of these "pink guys" won't last more than six months, because once that's over, the people around them will start to notice.

Professor A had even higher requirements: one month for construction, two months for operation, and he planned to leave in the third month.

Blue Blood's profits are so high that they can replace the kitchen every three months.

“If you leave after completing this transaction, all the silver notes in the vault must be disposed of at once.”

"Can Handsome Sheng handle this?"

"If everything were converted to US dollars, the commission and processing fees would be ridiculously high!"

Professor J was concerned about this business deal, but also about the several money vaults his boss had left him.

The silver paper in the money box was almost moldy, and some of the silver paper bricks that weren't properly sealed with plastic wrap were even infested with rice weevils.

The insecticide sprayed on the silver paper has evaporated completely and is no longer effective.

It would be a considerable challenge to collect all the silver paper in the vault at once, and it might even be impossible to obtain the full amount of rice.

"If nothing happens tomorrow morning, I will go see Handsome Sheng."

Whether we can handle it or not depends on what this bastard has to say!

Ninth Sister took the Dunhill cigarette out of her mouth and replied calmly.

(End of this chapter)