Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 753, Section 344: Another Way Out

(I caught a cold, took Exclamation Mark, and my head is all foggy. No rest this month, starting tomorrow, Ah Xian will update during the day.)
"What serious business is this?"

Ninth Sister knew that Handsome Sheng wanted to talk about shipping, but she pretended not to know, though she obediently sat back down in her original seat.

"Of course it's a big deal!"

Chi Mengli smiled. He had only received the text message from the snotty-nosed girl this morning. The message was very simple, just an "OK".

It seems that Biao Jin has already come up with a solution, otherwise he wouldn't have let the living seals come in to cause trouble.

“Biaojin is not satisfied with our efficiency and is getting impatient. They want to ship the goods all at once, and my boss has already agreed.”

"The grandfathers all nodded in agreement. I'm just a nobody, not senior enough, so naturally I have no right to say no!"

"But to prevent any accidents, I have prepared to ask the Living Seal to keep an eye on things. If there is a problem or the rules are broken, the Living Seal will take action."

"Disregarding family rules and clan regulations will result in death by a thousand cuts. This is also a major characteristic of the Hongmen. I think everyone would agree with that, right?"

Chi Mengli lit another cigarette, blew a smoke ring at Ninth Sister, and laid out all of Biao Jin's requirements and her own thoughts.

Ninth Sister did not object to requesting a live seal, and she was even more willing to ship it all at once.

The rumors are spreading like wildfire, and the entire martial arts world knows that he is working with Biao Jin, the King of Waterways, to make money.

The underworld knows about it, and the cops at the ordnance factory must know too.

Lately, I've been seeing a lot of unfamiliar faces around me, and the Metropolitan Bar has also seen a lot of individual customers, probably all there for me and this deal.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come!
If we drag this out any longer, there will definitely be a lot of trouble!
"I have no objection, but I'm not sure if Ah J has prepared all the goods!"

"Twenty tons of Blue Blood, ten tons of Fire Phoenix, transported by truck, at least two containers, enough to fill three warehouses."

"Isn't shipping out such a large quantity of goods too much?"

Although Ninth Sister really wanted to finalize the deal as soon as possible, get the payment, and then leave Hong Kong with Ah J to enjoy themselves in California.

The plane is so big that it can carry 30 tons of cargo at once. If something goes wrong, the entire operation—the cargo terminal, the cargo hold, the kitchen—will be in serious trouble.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, Ninth Sister. You're an old hand, a seasoned veteran, do I need to say more?"

Chi Mengli retorted directly, telling Ninth Sister not to ask any more questions and just to do as he instructed.

Having been rebuffed, Ninth Sister gave Chi Mengli a disapproving look and remained silent.

Seeing that the situation had become a bit tense, Xi Ren, who was sitting to the side, smiled and said, "Brother Sheng speaks frankly, but he really means it."

"The more you know, the more trouble you'll get. Brother Sheng doesn't want you, Ninth Miss, to get too involved in karma."

"A sharp tongue but a soft heart can sometimes be misunderstood!"

Sharp tongue, soft heart?

Is this some kind of ridiculous joke?!
After hearing Xiren's words, Ninth Sister sneered inwardly. Handsome Sheng was notorious for being ruthless and heartless. In her father's words, he was like a stupid dog climbing a wall.

This person is extremely hypocritical, a cockroach, a wicked star, but the fools in the underworld can't see through him.

Seeing that Handsome Sheng was giving out a lot of money and that the double-flower red sticks were making a lot of noise, he ran to Yau Ma Tei, wanting to join the water room and become Handsome Sheng's free cannon.

That short-sighted bastard will never get ahead in his life!

"hehe.."

Ninth Sister stood up, looked down at the handsome Sheng sitting in the chair, and said rudely, "Choose which star! Letting me stay is just to inform me."

"Now that I've been notified, can I leave?"

"If you have any news, just call me. If you don't, you'd better get lost. Just looking at you annoys me."

After saying that, Ninth Sister picked up her handbag and left the private room.

The white crane, which was sitting three steps away from the door, quickly stood up and followed its boss out when it saw him come out.

"Bao Zhong, take these two boxes of tea to Ninth Sister's car."

Seeing that Ninth Sister and Baihe had left, Xiren asked Baozhong to put the tea leaves on the carriage.

Chi Mengli, sitting in his seat, didn't move at all. He put his feet on the chair, looked at the "All Beings Paying Homage to Buddha" painting on the wall, and stroked his chin.

Although Chi Mengli was only vaguely knowledgeable about antiques, this painting in front of him was incredibly cunning, especially the Vairocana Buddha in the very center, whose face was filled with a fierce light.

But the sunlight flashed by, the light changed, and the Great Sun Buddha returned to his lowered gaze, exuding a compassionate aura.

Beautiful painting!

[One must ensure that one's body and mind, in relation to all sentient beings, whether their bodies or parts thereof, neither consume nor eat them!]

Ninth Sister sat in the back seat, watching Baihe put two boxes of old tribute Pu'er tea into the trunk.

After delivering the gift, Bao Zhong stood by the street, obliged to see his guest off.

"Young man, you're quite capable. You'll be promoted sooner or later."

Baihe closed the trunk door, glanced at Baozhong waiting by the roadside, and said from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Baihe, but I'm not worthy enough!"

Bao Zhong is just a doorman now, nothing more than a gatekeeper. He doesn't even have a title in the underworld. He's worked as a lowly clerk before, but without the support of a powerful figure, he has no chance of rising to the top.

In the club, positions at the bottom are one-off; if the veterans aren't willing to give up, newcomers can't get ahead unless they make a name for themselves.

"I like humble young men!"

"You know the Metropolitan Bar? Let's grab a drink sometime. We might become friends, and maybe I can introduce you to a couple of my good buddies."

Bai He has high hopes for Bao Zhong, a young man. Among the top members of triads, there are those who became famous at a young age and those who have been accumulating experience for a long time.

A person's fate is predetermined by heaven. Although the circumstances may differ, opportunities will arise sooner or later.

"I know! But I don't have much money in my pocket, so Brother Baihe will have to treat me then."

Bao Zhong wasn't just being polite; he was telling the truth. Xi Ren had indeed offered her new henchman a high salary of ten thousand yuan per month.

In a metropolitan bar, ten thousand dollars might only get you one dancer, not even enough for an extra hour, and you can only drink Heineken or Le Cordon Bleu.

Rémy Martin, whiskey—don't even think about it!
"Come on in, I still have enough money to buy you a drink!"

"I'm done chatting! See you another day, boss!"

Bai He smiled, opened the driver's side door, and got in. "Are you close to those scoundrels outside?"

Ninth Sister looked at Bao Zhong standing by the roadside and asked Bai He.

As Bai He started the car, he subconsciously shook his head and said, "The thugs in the waterhouse are all so secretive, doing all sorts of shady things behind the scenes."

"I've never seen this scoundrel before, but with such seasoned skills, it's a bit hard to believe he's not a force to be reckoned with in Yau Tsim Mong."

"So I'm a little curious!"

Baihe released the handbrake, stepped on the gas, and drove forward.

"curiosity kills the cat!"

Ninth Sister said with a cold laugh, and then continued to instruct, "Give one of these two boxes of tea to my father, and send the other box to his office."

"The stock market king Lao Heng is coming back soon. He's a regular customer and always patronizes places like Xi Zi Dui. So, when it comes to discussing business and going out for drinks, the first stop will definitely be the Metropolitan Hotel."

"Old Heng is a tea lover, so he must be happy to see such top-quality tea."

"By the way! Find an electrician to fix the chandelier in the office. It's flickering, I don't know if it's a bad connection or if it's about to break."

"That bastard Balang, every time we renovate, he uses counterfeit goods instead of genuine ones. The stuff just doesn't last."

“If he hadn’t been drinking with my dad all the time, I would have chopped him into eight pieces long ago.”

There are big problems with big ones. Within the number gang, the young men are ambitious and ungrateful, all wanting to devour the big boss and rise to power.

The old folks are still useless, thinking they can just coast along on the facade of filial piety, waiting to die, and taking any opportunity to make a quick buck and fatten themselves up.

Nobody cares whether the pile of filial piety characters lives or dies!
But seniority is seniority. If the father doesn't pass on the mantle of filial piety to her, Ninth Sister can't enforce family rules.

“I know, I will ask Uncle Yu to buy some good lamps, genuine lamps.”

The white crane turned on the turn signal, indicating that it would handle these minor matters.

"Take me to the horse farm; Ah J is still waiting for me there."

Today is Wednesday, and the horse races start at 3 PM.

Ninth Sister planned to meet Professor J at the Jockey Club first, then have lunch together, and then go to the Peninsula Hotel for afternoon tea.

"Understood, boss!"

Baihe immediately turned the steering wheel and drove towards Happy Valley.

A Range Rover appeared at the main entrance of Happy Valley Racecourse. Ninth Sister, carrying a bag, opened the car door and got out.

Bai He parked the car and escorted the big boss to the private room. Seeing two of Professor J's henchmen standing at the door, he felt relieved and left.

I got into a Range Rover parked on the side of the road, drove back to the New World Centre in Tsim Sha Tsui, parked the car in the underground parking lot, locked it, and left.

But the white crane hadn't gone far when a car blocked its way.

"You bastard, I call you on your pager and you don't answer, I call you and you're still not there."

"Since I can't get you to come to me, I have no choice but to come in person to invite you."

The panda boy got out of the driver's seat, walked up to the white crane, and poked the white crane's chest hard with his finger.

"Should I loudly proclaim that the red-pole members of the Number Gang are coming out to become traitors and ghosts in the closed buildings?"

Upon seeing the panda cub appear, Bai He's face turned grim. He nervously looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one in the underground parking lot.

"Hey Panda Bro, can you speak any louder? I'm Toastmaster, I follow the boss around every day, and I'm not going to call you every day!"

"But this is a good opportunity. I need to deliver tea to the office. The big boss is waiting for me at the Jockey Club. He'll only be waiting for you for half an hour at most."

“You’ve brought in a lousy electrician, so you can install the bugging devices yourselves and take care of the jamming while you’re at it.”

"Can we handle it?"

Those bastards from Guanlou are watching me every day; I can't escape them.

Choose that star!
Bai He cursed inwardly, then picked up the box in his hand and told Panda Cub to get ready quickly.

"With such a good opportunity, why didn't you say so sooner? You're hopeless."

"Wait a moment."

The panda cub didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly, but he hadn't forgotten the real reason he came.

He walked back to his car, opened the door, reached into the armrest box, and pulled out a file folder.

He opened the document bag, checked the documents inside, and seeing that there were no problems, closed the car door and walked back to Bai He.

Don't say I'm disloyal!

The panda boy patted the document bag on the white crane's chest, looked around, and said softly, "This is your Bermuda passport. You are now Mr. Bai!"

"I can give you your documents and passport, but I can also freeze them at any time, preventing you from leaving the country."

“If you help me get this case sorted out, I’ll get promoted and make a fortune, and you can take the resettlement allowance and go far away.”

"Bermuda is a godforsaken place with only a little over 10,000 people. If there are any bastards from the Number Gang in there, it means your ancestors' graves weren't buried properly, and the Goddess of the Sea doesn't protect you."

Bai He took the file bag from his hand and quickly took out the passport and documents inside, but they were all in English, and he could only understand a few words.

However, the photo in the passport is indeed his face!
This is my new identity!
"Help me and help yourself!"

"The resettlement allowance isn't much, but it's still around 50,000 to 60,000 Hong Kong dollars. If you convert it to US dollars, it's enough for you to buy a piece of land in Bermuda, build a new house, and marry a foreign wife."

The panda cub isn't afraid of the white crane carrying a passport and a bag. As the saying goes, if he can give it, he can submit a report to apply for a freeze.

Without the approval of the customs authorities, not even a mosquito can fly out of Hong Kong.

“I just delivered the tea to Ninth Sister’s father, Deng Qi, but Deng Qi is not your target.”

"Like I said, I don't have much time left. I have to get to the Happy Valley Racecourse by four o'clock."

"Move faster!"

The white crane had another way to survive. He hesitated for a moment, then made his point clear, telling the panda cub not to miss this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)