Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 759, Page 349: This Rice is Hard to Eat (8,000-Word Challenge)
At the parking lot in front of Ruixing Mahjong Hall, Sijiu, the parking attendant, sat idly on a chair smoking.

But when he saw the Mercedes-Benz that the host had driven up, he quickly stood up and picked up the walkie-talkie.

The parking attendant quickly moved the nearly scrapped van to make way for the boss's designated parking space.

The way parking spaces make money is also very unconventional.

Parking spaces and meters belonging to the municipal government are public facilities and cannot be auctioned off, as this would violate the public interest.

To monopolize all parking spaces on a street, parking meters would require a whole bunch of tipping wheels.

The main purpose of these nearly scrapped cars is to reserve parking spaces. Every half hour, my cousin has to walk from one end of the street to the other and put coins in each parking meter.

However, starting in January of this year, not only did Mi's cousin have to carry a bag of women's heads, but she also had to push a small cart to clean the wheels of every overturned van.

The Municipal Affairs Bureau has issued new cleaning regulations, requiring every car in Hong Kong to be spotless. Violations of these regulations will result in a fine of HK$500 from the courts.

If a parking space is occupied by a parking spot, drivers who want to park will have to let the overturned car wheels in the space roll away.

Besides, the parking meter only lasts for half an hour, and car owners who are out having fun are unlikely to come out and pay halfway through their meal.

But if the meter timer runs out and you don't give the woman your head to extend it, the meter will ring.

Whether it's a military uniform, a traffic police officer, or a traffic assistant from the municipal government, they all have the authority to issue a fine worth two hundred dollars.

These tickets have an expiration period; one ticket is issued every hour, and if more than twelve are issued, the vehicle can be towed away by a towing company.

The parking fees on Shanghai Road are not high, mostly fifty yuan per hour, or two hundred yuan for four hours.

In Central, Causeway Bay, East Tsim Sha Tsui, or North Point, parking for an hour costs at least HK$150, plus a tip.

Essentially, parking services don't earn money from your parking fees, but rather from your service fees.

There are now many crowbar thugs in Hong Kong, and the "pupil gang" also removes tires. Parking berths even provide security services.

If your car is pried open and the tires are removed, Parking will compensate you for the loss and notify the repair shop listed below to install new tires.

The old man's designated parking space was cleared out. Lazy Bing parked his car in the space, and Si Jiu, who was watching the parking lot, quickly went over and opened the car door for the old man.

The car door opened, and Shenxian Jin, who was sitting in the back seat, waited for a second before getting out of the car.

Lazy Ice quickly got out of the driver's seat and opened the door for White Bone, who was sitting on the other side.

The fact that the head of the guild and the chief accountant are both out together indicates a major event. The longevity tablets of the head of the guild, the chief accountant, and the second marshal of the guild throughout history are all enshrined in the Dragon and Tiger Temple.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, the head accountant and the accountant would go to the Longhu Temple to offer incense and sacrifices to these ancestors.

The Longhu Temple contains a family temple donated by the Shuifang (water house) family. This family temple is filled with the successive leaders, chiefs, and second-line marshals of the Shuifang family.

Of course, some highly respected uncles would also enter the family temple. These people all had one thing in common: they all had the title of "Water House Flower" above their heads.

This time, Shenxian Jin and Baigu Sheng went to the Dragon Tiger Temple not only to offer incense and sacrifices, but also to prepare to set up a separate altar.

This separate altar was prepared for the pale-faced scholar Wen Gui.

Although Wen Gui survived this ordeal, the Singapore branch of the Sanatorium & Hospital also did everything in its power.

Many forbidden treatments were used on Wen Gui, which is why this retired emperor of the Water Chamber survived.

But if the King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, you absolutely won't live past dawn.

Most people in the martial arts world don't have deep ties with their children; they are foolish people who only care about this life and not the next.

Even when a member of the Hongmen passes away, his or her children cannot step up to take the lead; the younger brother has to stand at the front and receive the brothers from the underworld.

These are the disciples in the martial arts world! The wealth of a Hongmen boss is not abundant, and the disciples will not take it. They will even contribute a sum to ensure that the boss's descendants follow the right path.

What the disciples want is reputation in the martial arts world, martial arts legacy, territory, and avenues for wealth.

Wen Gui's descendants have all gone on to find legitimate paths, and the disciple Wen Gui chose is Shen Xianjin.

As a disciple, Shenxian Jin had to take care of all the affairs after the death of the sect leader, and this trip to the Dragon Tiger Temple was to do just that.

Bai Gusheng was the accountant, while Wen Gui was the retired emperor. All expenses, according to the rules, had to be paid in full.

When Viper Ming saw that Immortal Brocade had returned from inside the Sparrow Pavilion, he quickly came out and greeted him respectfully: "Old Master, Uncle Sheng."

"Has the person arrived? Has the sticky rice been delivered?"

Shen Xianjin nodded and raised two questions that he was concerned about.

"People are coming!"

"The food has already been served!"

"that is."

Viper Ming paused for a moment, organizing the appropriate words in his mind.

"I know him. I knew him before I knew you. He's a cold and eccentric guy!"

Shenxian Jin coughed, helping Dushe Ming finish what he wanted to say, and then looked at Bai Gu Sheng behind him: "Prepare one million silver dollars, or consecutive numbers."

"let's go!"

Poisonous Snake Ming thought Old Ding's description was very accurate, so he quickly ran to the gate and opened the door of Ruixing Sparrow House.

As Shenxian Jin stepped into the lobby of Ruixing Sparrow Pavilion, she was also taken aback.

The once bustling mahjong parlor was deserted today. When he saw the copper-plated gourd, he realized what was happening and, without stopping, took the elevator directly to the third floor.

Shenxian Jin walked to the front of the conference room, glanced at Wu Gang inside, took off his silk mandarin jacket, had Lazy Ice take it into his office to hang it up, and then pushed open the door and went in.

"Is sticky rice delicious?"

Upon entering the conference room, Shenxianjin, without any formalities, inquired whether the glutinous rice from Wuhan Iron and Steel Group was delicious.

Wu Gang nodded, then immediately shook his head after hearing what was said. Fearing that Shen Xianjin might misunderstand, he quickly said, "Uncle Jin, this rice is hard to digest."

"Without lard or sugar, it's not moist at all and a bit undercooked."

It's normal for it to be hard to digest!
The job of having a living official seal is not easy to eat! Nor is it easy to digest!

"According to the rules of the martial arts world, this bowl of glutinous rice should contain Cantonese sausage, cured pork, soaked dried shiitake mushrooms, and dried scallops."

"Most importantly, it must contain candied fruit and longan, and the glutinous rice must be dyed golden yellow with gardenia water."

"But now the big restaurants have stopped making them, and the young people don't lack oil and fat, so they rarely eat sweet and greasy glutinous rice."

Everyone was an old acquaintance, so Shenxian Jin pulled up a chair and sat down at the entrance of the conference room.

Wu Gang put the palm-sized shielding device on the table into his briefcase. Inside the briefcase was a lead box that could shield the radiation inside.

"Things are different now. Back then, it wasn't so easy to get a fish! Now my little one won't even eat roast pork."

Wu Gang also sighed, and a warmth finally appeared in his cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)