Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 747, Section 338: Meeting at the Hotel (Today's challenge completed!)
Bald Eagle drove back to his homestead, a small birdhouse located on Nga Tsin Wai Road in Kowloon City.

But unlike other water houses and brothels, this magpie house is owned by the Bald Eagles themselves.

He cheated the original owner of this small mahjong parlor back then, and set up a scheme to get this unlucky guy involved with Miss Bai.

Finally, after a lot of effort, they signed the betting slip and managed to get the small mahjong parlor into their possession.

However, it was also because you swallowed up the big water pipe's business and broke the rules of the underworld that when you were successful, no one would speak up for you when you were down on your luck.

But if you go downhill and lose your reputation as a leader, people who don't like you will stand up and expose your mistakes in every financial venture you've been involved in.

Bosses and bigwigs, once they hear you're a traitor, no matter how suitable you are, they won't choose you.

In the world of gangsters, where money is at stake, once they abandon you, your henchmen will also switch sides. Only the greenhorns who haven't come to terms with it will remain with the Tong Party.

Of course, there's also a bunch of losers who eat cats and collect settlement fees, surrounding the bald eagle. But even if these people are loyal, they still need money to make a living.

Bald Eagle wants to open a noodle stall because he needs to support his henchmen. If they all leave him, he will have to leave Hong Kong and find a place to retire.

Having been in the underworld for so many years, I have just as many enemies as brothers.

But the enemy wouldn't kill for money, because the water house's signboard is still there. If you want to touch the water house's front hall leader or red stick, you have to see if the water house will agree first.

But brothers with the same surname aren't afraid of the water room sign.

As long as Bald Eagle hasn't retired from his criminal activities, they'll dare to exploit him under the guise of a partnership to make money.

Sometimes henchmen are a burden, but sometimes they are a protective shield. If you want to enjoy your old age in peace, you have to rely on your batteries and your great cause.

Thinking of this, Bald Eagle sighed. He got out of the car but didn't turn off the engine, and had his valet park the car properly.

He took out his wallet, pointed out two red snapper bills, and handed them to the valet who was about to park: "Go buy some dessert, one for each of you."

"I've been busy all morning and haven't had a hot meal yet. I'd like a bowl of cart noodles with extra toppings."

After finishing his story, Bald Eagle picked up his small suitcase and went into his own little birdhouse.

Across from the bird aviary, in a residential building, a pair of binoculars are watching a bald eagle walking toward the bird aviary's main entrance.

"Hey, this box is pretty heavy, it might be carrying some goods?"

The young officers in the Criminal Intelligence Division, their attention entirely focused on the small suitcase the bald eagle was carrying, suggested, "Should we send someone in uniform to investigate?"

The alarm clock, sitting on the balcony flipping through a magazine, was completely focused on the scantily clad pretty girls in the magazine. Without even looking up, it said listlessly, "Damn it!"

"What you can think of, that old bastard Bald Eagle can also think of."

"Believe it or not! The stuff this old bastard has definitely has all the legal documentation."

"The guys who were keeping watch reported back that Bald Eagle went to Central to meet Andy Lau, and that the money was definitely settled cleanly."

"Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law. As long as you have done nothing wrong, no one can stop you from carrying tens of millions of dollars in cash while shopping."

Hua Zirong owns a financial company and has countless ways to prove that the money in the hands of the bald eagle is legally obtained.

Since it's legal income, the police can't do anything about it and can only watch the bald eagle run rampant. The Triad Act isn't a panacea that can cure every disease!
The young man with the binoculars nodded, having learned a trick or two.

The alarm clock closed the magazine, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said into the microphone, "Keep an eye on the front and back doors!"

"The box in the bald eagle's hand should contain silver paper and batteries. The two heroes of the Great Cause will definitely be here."

"One team at the front gate, one team at the back gate; whoever they spot, they follow."

According to the intelligence obtained by O-Division, batteries are the raw materials for the operation. If they can find batteries, they can follow the trail to the kitchen.

The alarm clock put down the walkie-talkie, he stood up, beckoned with his finger to the young man to bring him the binoculars.

He took the binoculars, looked towards the bird house, and watched the bald eagle finish its cigarette and walk into the bird house.

The bald eagle was unaware that someone was watching him from above. He pushed open the glass door and walked into the birdhouse.

Inside the mahjong parlor's main hall, there were twenty or thirty tables, all of which were full of people. Waiters were moving back and forth, serving cups of green tea to the gamblers.

"Uncle Eagle!"

The young woman sitting at the counter immediately stood up and greeted Bald Eagle when he walked in.

"Ok!"

Seeing the thriving business at the bird pavilion, Bald Eagle nodded in satisfaction and looked at the receptionist: "Have Battery and Daye arrived?"

"Brother Battery and Brother Daye have arrived and are waiting for you in the private room upstairs."

Only Bald Eagle has the key to the office. There's a safe inside the office, and the water bill from last night hasn't been delivered yet.

If there's a problem with the banknotes, even if you have a thousand mouths, you still won't be able to explain it!
Both the battery company and the business were sensible and didn't provoke unnecessary trouble.

"I ordered a bowl of cart noodles, and when it arrived, it was delivered to my office."

Bald Eagle nodded, said nothing more, and carried his suitcase upstairs.

Mahjong Hall is a two-story building with each floor less than 150 square meters. The second floor consists of private rooms and office areas.

It's called an office area, but it's really just a dormitory and an office.

The dormitory is right opposite the stairwell, with the door open. Inside are three bunk beds.

This is the dormitory for the 49ers who watch the show. If there is a problem downstairs, the 49ers can rush down as quickly as possible to resolve the issue.

Bald Eagle went upstairs, looked at the open private room, and saw Battery and Daye smoking and drinking tea inside. He then coughed.

"cough cough"

Battery, who was smoking, turned his head to look outside the door and saw that the boss had returned. He quickly took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it in the ashtray.

"Stop smoking, the boss is back!"

Battery quickly stood up and reminded Daye, who was about to light a cigarette, to get up quickly.

Upon hearing that the big boss had returned, Da Ye, forgetting all about smoking, quickly stood up and followed behind Battery out of the private room.

"Big guy!"

"Big guy!"

Both the battery and the business spoke at the same time, greeting the bald eagle.

"We'll talk in the office if there's anything you need to discuss."

Bald Eagle took out his key, opened the office door, and went in first, followed by Battery and Daye. They closed the office door behind them.

"Don't close the door, my breakfast hasn't arrived yet."

Take off your coat and hang it on the hanger. Bald Eagle then told Daye to open the office door.

The cart noodles arrived quickly, steaming hot, with large chunks of beef brisket, several pieces of beef intestines, a piece of pig's blood, and a braised egg.

The ingredients were plentiful, and Bald Eagle was very satisfied. He sat in his office chair, broke open a disposable chopstick, stirred the sauce, and took a sip of soup.

The hot soup was delicious and spicy, and he began to enjoy his belated breakfast.

Forty-eight hours had passed since the last delivery. Handsome Sheng acted quickly, settling the bill as soon as the goods were shipped out to sea.

"belch"

"Cool!"

After finishing his cart noodles, Bald Eagle let out a satisfied burp, handed the bowl to the nearest battery, and instructed his trusted henchman to move the bowl aside.

Sitting in his chair, Da Ye saw that his boss was about to get down to business, so he stood up and closed the office door.

"I've already received the amount that Handsome Sheng promised!"

Seeing that there were no other people in the office, Bald Eagle patted his suitcase, indicating that this was the amount that Handsome Winner had given him.

Sitting opposite Bald Eagle, Battery and Daye, with their bloodshot eyes, were both staring intently at the money box.

“We’ll split it in two. I’ll take one share, and you two will each take one share. 750,000 each.”

Without further ado, Bald Eagle opened the money box, counted out 1.5 million, and divided it into two piles.

The battery stood up with a grin, took one of the batteries, and put it in its pocket.

Seeing that the batteries had been accepted, Da Ye, despite his reluctance, could only stand up, put the remaining portion into his pocket, and coldly say, "Thank you, boss."

Seeing Daye in such a wretched state, White Eagle sighed inwardly. His sect leader, Bai Shanlong, had once said that internal strife and betrayal usually occurred during the division of profits.

Everyone has their own grievances and their own reasons, but people are never satisfied and always feel they are not getting enough.

Once the battery company received the money, it meant they had agreed to the profit-sharing plan, a two-to-one split. Even if Daye was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to accept it.

"The major project, batteries, and water tests are all done. We should be making some big moves soon."

"The last two million and this three million are just appetizers, nothing special."

Da Ye was getting restless, and Bald Eagle saw this. He could only continue to make empty promises to calm Da Ye down.

“This deal is worth 60 million. As the big boss, I can’t keep it all to myself. You two will each get a share, 15 million each. Consider it a bonus I’ve given you over the years.”

“After the business is done, if you want to stay in Hong Kong, I will give you my land, and this mahjong parlor will also be yours. I will only charge you rent every month.”

"If you don't want to mess around in Hong Kong and want to make a name for yourself, then go to Amsterdam. I have a good relationship with Blind Heng from the Number Gang."

“You’ll be directly transferred to the Dutch branch of the Number Gang. You’re all red sticks, so you’ll be red sticks from now on. The Number Gang doesn’t care about seniority, it only cares about fists.”

"If you don't choose either of these two paths, then come to Australia with me."

“Go to Sydney, buy a piece of land, build a villa, buy a few stalls, do legal business, rent them out, and be a landlord.”

"I'll take care of your identities, and I'll make sure you can live in peace."

Thirty million is enough for me to go to Australia and live a life of luxury for the rest of my life. No matter how much money I have, I still need to be alive to spend it.

Bald Eagle suffered a major financial blow, adding an extra five million to each person's paycheck, just to ensure that the next shipment would proceed without problems.

Seeing the big boss being so open and honest, Battery and Daye exchanged a glance, realizing they had made a lot of money this time.

If they really get 15 million, the two of them will never have to work hard again for the rest of their lives.

People become gangsters and make money through shady means just for cash. Now that they have cash, there's no reason for them to risk their lives again.

“We’ve been following you since Blue Lantern. Since you’re going to Australia, we two younger brothers will definitely follow you.” Da Ye’s resentment subsided by half, and he said that everyone should go to Australia together.

It's normal to have grievances. They're the ones who receive the goods, protect the raw materials, and yet they get the least money in the end.

Sitting in the boss's chair, Bald Eagle breathed a sigh of relief after Da Ye finished expressing his thoughts. He quietly put down the small dagger in his hand and placed it on his lap.

"Boss, what do we need to do now?"

Battery crossed his legs, wondering if he should go to the Dragon Palace Nightclub for a night of fun.

The last time I went to the Dragon Palace Nightclub, I realized what true enjoyment was. The Dragon Palace Nightclub had many beautiful foreign women and Annamite girls, each one stunning in their own way.

Compared to Hong Kong girls, these Angolan women are very gentle. As long as you're willing to spend money, they'll treat you like an emperor.

Hi, let's go to heaven!
"I don't know! The pager hasn't gone off yet."

Bald Eagle had no idea what Handsome Winner's next move was, so he could only wait and see.

"You two go back first and wait for news. You just got the silver, so don't go out and show off. If someone watches you, it will cause you a lot of trouble!"

Bald Eagle told Battery and Daye to go back first, and that he would inform the two of any news.

"I'm going first, boss!"

Battery and Daye stood up, bid farewell to Bald Eagle, and left.

Seeing the two young men leave, Bald Eagle picked up the folding dagger from his lap, placed it on the table, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaning back in his chair, he picked up his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, lit it, and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

Because of the use of underhanded methods, the Criminal Intelligence Division received a steady stream of useful intelligence.

A sat at his desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips, reading through the intelligence reports in his hands, page after page.

He had all the details of Bald Eagle's movements over the past week, including where he went and who he met.

Based on the information he obtained, A began to draw up a schedule, eliminating irrelevant people and others.

Of course, these unrelated individuals will not be ruled out as suspects; they will be thoroughly investigated and only excluded once all suspicion has been cleared.

These screening efforts alone require a significant amount of manpower and resources.

Investigating cases is never about brainstorming, but about subtraction. The police officers aren't Sherlock Holmes; they can solve cases just by using their brains.

A-zai's scalp was a little itchy. He hadn't washed his hair for three days, and it was all matted. It was normal for his scalp to be itchy.

He took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and threw it into the cup that still had a little coffee residue.

The hot cigarette butt, dipped in coffee, made a hissing sound and a wisp of smoke rose.

After sorting through this pile of useful intelligence, not much valuable information was extracted.

A sighed, rubbed his eyes, stood up, and prepared to get himself a glass of water.

He drank three cups of black coffee in one morning, and his brain was already taking off. Drinking black coffee and becoming like an airplane addict is quite outrageous!

I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of ice water. This was sponsored by Swire and is a new bottled purified water launched by Coca-Cola.

The bottle is very soft; it can even be crumpled up and put in a pocket. But the water tastes okay; it's filtered boiled water.

I drank most of the bottle in one gulp, hoping to dilute the three cups of black coffee I drank in the morning with water, but it didn't work well; my vision was still blurry.

Drinking water won't help!

After his brain came to this conclusion, A-Zai was very frustrated. His only option now was to go to the lounge next door and take a nap.

But just as he reached the door of the lounge, before he could even push it open, his pager went off.

He took off the pager, looked at the small green screen, and noticed the string of numbers.

【Mei Feng】

A-zai was very familiar with this code; it was Mei-feng's special code, meant to be used when she met him.

Now telecommunications companies are keeping up with the times, and are only half a month behind Europe and America.

Whenever Europe, America, or Japan releases the latest technology, it will be widely adopted in Hong Kong within half a month.

To facilitate communication among pager users, telecommunications companies began sending short numerical codes to pagers, with each number representing a specific Chinese character.

Newsstands now sell digital codes from major telecommunications companies; each company has its own corresponding codebook.

A-zai had read the text message about meeting so many times that he now knew exactly what Mei-feng wanted to do just by reading it!
Meet?!
Since Mei Tou and Siu Lao left Hong Kong, A-zai has completely given up on himself, using his pager number to contact Mei Fung and spending money in a normal way.

As a chief inspector on the front lines, his monthly salary, bonuses, overtime pay, and other miscellaneous expenses add up to around 11,000 to 12,000.

Going to Fook Lam Moon every day is definitely impossible, but treating the guys to a meal of roast goose from Sham Tseng and crab roe at a street food stall is no problem.

If the expenses are within the scope of one's salary, the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) and the Ministry of the Interior would not care even if they knew.

A-Zai put the pager back in his belt, glanced at the lounge, sighed, and turned to leave.

He walked out of the office area, went to the elevator, pressed the down button, and waited for the express elevator to arrive.

Less than a minute later, the elevator arrived and the doors slowly opened.

A stepped forward and entered the elevator. He pressed the button for the second basement level and then the close button.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and just as they were completely shut, a pair of large hands reached in and forcibly pried the doors open again.

Someone was trying to pry open the elevator door, but A-Zai didn't panic at all. Instead, he took out his cigarette case, picked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it. He calmly watched the elevator door.

This is the Ordnance Factory, the safest place in all of Hong Kong. If the police headquarters at the Ordnance Factory has problems, then Hong Kong is completely hopeless.

"Sorry! I'm in a bit of a rush."

"Holy crap, it's Brother A! It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple, and our own people scared each other."

The thug who pried open the elevator door was Ding Gou Ge. He looked embarrassed and stepped into the elevator.

A-zai just smiled and didn't say anything, too lazy to keep lying to Ding Gou-ge, and continued to remain silent.

Both of them knew that this elevator encounter was not a coincidence, but rather that Ding Gou was following them.

"Hey A-Zai, I'm hungry, wanna go to a tea restaurant together?"

Seeing that A-zai remained silent, only chewing on his cigarette, Ding Gou tried to make conversation by inviting A-zai to lunch.

Looking at the changing numbers on the elevator display screen, A shook his head: "I made an appointment to meet a friend."

"We'll definitely have lunch when we meet at noon."

"Once I finish this case, let's find some time to go to the rooftop of Yuen Long Building together. I wonder if the dai pai dong (open-air food stall) we used to frequent is still there?"

"But didn't you say you were in a hurry to solve the case? Are you not in a hurry now?"

A-zai joined the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) six months earlier than Ding-gou, so he was Ding-gou's senior. Back then, neither of them earned much money, so if they wanted to satisfy their cravings, they could only go to the food stalls.

The food stalls on the roof of Yuen Long Building were very famous back then. The 20th floor of Yuen Long Building was very cool when the sea breeze blew.

In addition, the area was large, with more than a dozen food stalls operating. At that time, the Fishermen's Office did not allow dog meat, and the dog meat hot pot in Yuen Long Building was very famous.

Back then, A-zai and Ding-gou would work until midnight, then drive the O-Kee company car to Yuen Long, have a bottle of San Miguel beer, a plate of stir-fried crab, and two plates of stir-fried beef noodles.

Mei Mei had a late-night snack, then drove back to the old headquarters to continue working on the case.

But yesterday, like the flowing water of the East, has gone far away from me and cannot be retained; today, it troubles my heart and brings me much worry.

Drawing a sword to cut water only makes it flow more; raising a cup to drown sorrow only makes it more intense; tomorrow, the gentle breeze will carry it all away.
A shook his head, banishing the irrelevant thoughts from his mind, and stepped out of the elevator.

"Solving cases is important, but filling your stomach is also important."

"There are hundreds of thousands of gangsters in Hong Kong. If you finish today's case, there will be a new case tomorrow. It's never-ending."

Upon hearing that A-zai had made plans to have lunch, Ding Gou smiled slightly, only able to express his regret.

The two cars were parked side by side by chance, but was it really a coincidence?

If he remembered correctly, the owner of the space next to his parking spot was Inspector Sun from the logistics department.

A-zai glanced at the nail dog standing beside him, smiled, and without saying a word, took out his car keys, opened the door of the Corolla, and got in.

I started the engine, released the handbrake, stepped on the gas, and drove straight into the lane.

Ding Gou stepped back to let A-Zai drive away smoothly, then quickly got into his car and followed him openly.

Looking in the rearview mirror, A noticed that Ding Gou was following him, which was expected. He didn't care and even slowed down so that Ding Gou could keep up.

He opened the car's cassette player, slid his finger across a cassette tape, pulled it out, and inserted it into the player.

This is Jenny Tseng's exclusive cassette tape, from last year's music album, containing ten songs.

A-Zai replaced all the speakers in this Corolla with a complete Burmester system.

This car speaker system is very expensive, costing a total of 36,000 yuan, since it requires custom-made molds.

The speaker shop owner never expected that someone would install Burmester speakers in a Corolla.

The price of this car audio system is enough to buy two Corolla sedans.

You get what you pay for!

This principle holds true everywhere!
"No matter how many changes occur, why worry so much? After today comes another day, and how many more decades are there?"

"A wish is a budget, a dream is something you create yourself; there's no point in trying to find a reason, it's just deceiving yourself."

The Berlin Sound system emitted a beautiful sound; the song was Jenny Tseng's "Talking About Tomorrow Today".

A-zai hummed along to the melody and drove the car to Xiangjiangzai.

Mei Feng enjoys staying in luxury hotels; last time it was the Miramar Hotel, and this time it's the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

The waiters at the luxury hotel all had eyes for the rich. A parked his Corolla in a roadside parking space.

Hong Kong Island is much better than Kowloon Island; there are plenty of free parking spaces, unlike Kowloon Island where parking meters are everywhere.

(End of this chapter)