Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 750, Section 341: A Fool's Dream is Laughable (Continue the Challenge!)

"Sister Xiren, your entourage is really too big!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you're in charge of Yau Ma Tei now!"

Ninth Sister sat on the chair, crossed her legs, and sneered at Xi Ren sitting opposite her.

“The young men all want a chance to stand out. If you don’t give them a chance to show their abilities, they’ll be crushed by their ambition.”

Xiren took out a piece of Pu'er tea, which was sent by Rongbaozhai for consignment sale; it was an old product from the Imperial Household Department's warehouse.

It is said that this was a top-quality product sent by the Yunnan Provincial Administration Commission during Emperor Guangxu's wedding. It was discovered last year when an expert team was cleaning out a large warehouse, and it was a full ten boxes of top-quality Pu'er tea.

Sheng Ge never drinks Pu'er tea. Xi Ren kept one box for herself, gave one box away, and handed over the remaining eight boxes to the thieves in the water room.

This top-quality goods, when shipped to Chinatown in North America, can fetch at least ten times their original price, and when shipped to Chinatown in Japan, they can fetch twenty times their original price. There's never any worry about finding a market for them.

Now, the thieves from Shuifang come to Xiren's antique shop every week to see if she has any rare finds from the north.

Boiling hot spring water was poured into the teapot, submerging the Pu'er tea blocks. The aroma of the Pu'er tea quickly rose with the steam, filling the entire private room with fragrance.

Ninth Sister sniffed the aroma of the tea and knew that the tea brewed by Xiren was no ordinary tea!

"This is a top-quality Pu'er tea from the Guangxu era. I reserved two cakes for you, Ninth Sister. Seventh Grandfather was a tea lover, and this is a gift from me to him."

Xiren straightened the hem of her cheongsam, sat down in a chair, and patted the wooden box beside her, indicating that this was the gift.

"Thank you so much! You've gone to so much trouble, Sister Xiren!"

One cannot hit a smiling face; even if Ninth Sister had great dissatisfaction, she could only helplessly turn the page.

After waiting for two minutes, the tea was ready. Xiren washed the two teacups, poured one for Ninth Sister first, and then for herself, saying, "Please have some tea!"

Ninth Sister picked up her teacup, took a sip, savored it for a few seconds, and said, "The texture of the tea is as thick and smooth as rice soup, with a hint of honey and orchid fragrance."

"The tangerine peel tastes good too, it's quite flavorful and has a strong aftertaste, giving you a cool feeling."

"Not bad!"

After finishing her tea, Ninth Sister put down her cup and continued, "I'm here this time to discuss a big business deal with Brother Sheng and Sister Xiren."

"Sister Xiren should already know why I'm here, so I don't need to explain further, right?"

Xi Ren smiled, put down her cup, and said, "You can't do business by guessing."

"If we guess wrong, or if our ideas don't align, there will definitely be a lot of trouble."

"Ninth Miss, you should speak frankly. If you don't speak frankly, how will I know what you're thinking!"

You can't do business by guessing; you can't pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth, and you can't pretend to know the truth when you're confused.

Xiren had to confront Jiu Guniang directly, so that Jiu Guniang could make her point clearly.

"Sister Xiren is a professional, a true immortal, I admire her!"

Ninth Sister gave a thumbs-up, praising her with one part sincerity and nine parts pretense. As her finger fell, she didn't mince words and said directly, "Let's not beat around the bush."

"I'm here this time because I have a large amount of money that I need to transfer through Liangzai Sheng's account. I hope that Miss Jiu can give me a discount because of our past friendship."

Ninth Sister picked up the notepad next to the tea table, took out a pen from her handbag, wrote a string of numbers on it, and pushed it over.

【10B】

One billion!

Xi Ren smiled to herself, then immediately realized that Ninth Miss, that gossipy old woman, was just trying to fool her.

Even if everyone on the three islands of Hong Kong were a madman or a plane driver, they still wouldn't earn a billion a year.

Moreover, in Hong Kong's three islands, pork is not mainstream; the mainstream is still Miss Bai. Turn off the lights, and you'll see needles everywhere.

Even after being a fan for over a decade, the big boss still hasn't earned the fortune described by Jiu Guniang.

"Ninth Miss, you must be joking with me."

Xi Ren picked up the teapot and poured Ninth Sister a cup of Pu'er tea, saying with a smile, "With your amount, not only Brother Sheng, but the entire water room would have a headache."

"We're all smart people, so let's speak frankly!"

Let alone these bigwigs, even if the top leaders of the Medellín Group converted their wealth into Hong Kong dollars, they wouldn't have a billion Hong Kong dollars.

It's important to understand that the coca cultivation plan hasn't been fully rolled out yet, and Pablo is just a minor figure within the Medellín Group.

Pochia had just become the commander of the assassination squad, and Ochoa had just opened up the European route, bought his first sailing yacht, and was about to become the king of Mediterranean sailing ships.

Meanwhile, Fernando Garcia, the intelligence chief of the Medellín Group, had just been fired from the fire department and was wandering aimlessly in the streets, playing football.

The Cali Group also controls the ports of Barranquilla, Santa Marta, and Cartagena, the heart of three of Latin America’s most bustling ports.

From labor unions and port authorities to fire brigades and ultimately, property rights, everything is controlled by the Cali Group.

Sky Queen, which also belongs to the Medellín Group, has an intermittent cocoa business due to the instability of its cocoa plantations, which often result in stock shortages.

This doesn't mean the Medellín Corporation doesn't make money, because the Medellín Corporation earns at least ten million US dollars every week. All the Medellín Corporation can do is wrap these dollars in plastic wrap, sprinkle them with insecticide and rat poison, dig a big hole, and bury the dollars in it.

These US dollars are just worthless paper; they can't circulate in the market. Even if the Medellín Group has many mules and gunmen, the wages these people receive won't amount to much.

The entire Medellín Group operates on the Amoeba Management System, a pyramid sales structure with layers of distributors, all of whom are in cooperative relationships.

Each chieftain would have two deputies, responsible for accounts and military force.

This is similar to the noodle stalls in Hong Kong, where the leader is in charge of force, the white paper fan is in charge of accounting, and the straw sandal is in charge of sales.

Whether it's the Medellin Group, the Cali Group, or the various demolition companies in Hong Kong, the pink stalls all operate on the same principle, just with different names.

The problems that rice noodle stalls have are the same as those that Medellin Group has: rice washing.

An individual's spending is limited. Even if you spend every day on the Champs-Élysées in Paris, it's difficult to spend all the huge sums of money you've accumulated.

When the big boss was arrested, the first charge was unexplained huge amounts of property. The Commercial Crime Bureau had been keeping an eye on him.

The Commercial Crime Bureau has a record of every building that the tycoon bought with black rice.

Even when the foreigners turned against Lei Luo, they used this charge to seize all of Lei Luo's companies, tenement buildings, and stalls under his name.

Including the money embezzled by Shar-Pei, Mangy, and Kowloon Emperor Chen Tai, Lei Luo lost all the money he had earned in his lifetime in one night.

Lei Luo was a hero for life, but in the end he only took away the silver notes that had been transferred to the Atlantic Bank.

Unwashed black rice could only be used to make firewood for warmth. When Pablo was dying, he used a bag of US dollars to keep his youngest daughter warm.

To put it bluntly, it's so hard you wouldn't even want to use it to wipe your butt.

Ninth Sister watched as Xiren poured her tea, then remained silent, staring at the gossipy woman opposite her.

She doesn't actually have a billion Hong Kong dollars in paper money, but she has a billion dollars in contaminated rice. It's impossible to pass off the real thing as the real thing, but let's put out a smokescreen first.

The wind was released, and regardless of whether Xiren accepted it or not, she was filled with doubt.

Smart people are like this: they're not afraid of the odds, but they're afraid of the worst-case scenario—what if the big customer in front of them really has a billion in his hands!
However, Xiren had far more experience in the underworld than Jiu Guniang. She had monitored more con artists than Jiu Guniang knew any thugs.

Experience can sometimes make things happen, but most of the time it can ruin them. Big business deals are whetstones, sharpening the wit and ingenuity of those who have navigated the world.

Spirituality is dwindling, while mercenary behavior is increasing, and true wisdom is being reduced to petty cleverness.

Xi Ren trusts her experience, but she is not swayed by it; she only trusts her first instinct.

Seeing the expression on Ninth Sister's face, she knew that this guy was playing the empty city ploy.

Thinking of this, she sneered, ignored Ninth Sister, poured herself a cup of tea, and slowly savored the aged Pu'er tea.

Both sides are on edge; whoever breaks down first will suffer a major blow.

"cough cough"

"These two beautiful ladies were hiding here, I've been looking for them everywhere!"

Chi Mengli coughed a few times at the door of the private room to let the people inside prepare before pushing the door open and going in.

When the master arrived, Xiren put down her cup, stood up, walked to Chi Mengli's side, took off his suit jacket, and hung it on the chair next to him.

"Hey, you two are inseparable! Sheng-ge, tell me quickly, where did you find such amazing girlfriends?"

When Ninth Sister saw Handsome Sheng and Xi Ren being all lovey-dovey, she was filled with anger and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Your breath smells so bad, did you eat too much this morning?"

"You're so hot-tempered, you should have said so earlier! I'll go buy you a cup of herbal tea to cool you down."

Chi Mengli sat in the seat facing the main entrance, by the window, and made a few sarcastic remarks about Ninth Sister.

"I didn't know Ninth Miss had such a fiery temper. It's all my fault. I should have served her green tea."

Xi Ren washed a teacup, poured in a cup of warm water, and placed it in front of Chi Mengli, thus smoothing things over for Ninth Miss and giving her a way out.

"You're having such a lively discussion, what's so interesting about it? Tell us!"

Chi Mengli took out a cigarette case, picked out two cigarettes, handed one to Ninth Sister, and asked what the two women were talking about.

Taking the cigarette, Ninth Sister noticed it was a Double Happiness cigarette and curled her lip in disgust, but still put it in her mouth, took out a lighter to light it, and then lit it for Chi Mengli.

"Let me tell you a joke: Ninth Sister has a billion Hong Kong dollars she wants to transfer out through our account?"

Xiren couldn't help but laugh, but she still told the joke.

"A billion? I, Ah B, don't even have a billion in my pocket! Do you want me to go to the Castle Peak Asylum and get you a doctor to cure your habit of talking nonsense?"

"One billion?! That's hilarious!"

Chi Mengli was also amused by Xiren's words. He turned his head to look at Ninth Miss and mocked her without reservation.

He believed that Ninth Sister had a billion worth of contaminated rice, but he would never believe that Ninth Sister had a billion in her account!
(End of this chapter)