Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 763, Part 353: Shipment Begins (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

A sudden death of a bunch of rats will definitely attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives.

Professor J thought for a moment, then opened the cigarette case on her desk, picked out two Dunhill cigarettes, and tossed one to Sister Lazy: "Settle this matter."

"The Phoenix in Warehouse No. 2 will be handed over to the number gang's bastards tonight and repackaged."

Most of the time, running a kitchen involves dealing with things that have nothing to do with pork.

Professor J exhaled a smoke ring, leaned his head back in his expensive Scandinavian office chair, and looked a little tired.

"Fourth Miss, this was sent by Ninth Miss."

Trash took a box out of his pocket, opened it, and placed it in front of Professor J.

Professor J, who had his eyes closed, heard his lover sending someone to deliver something, and quickly opened his eyes to see the copper coins in the box.

【Yuanfeng Tongbao】

He reached out and picked up the copper coin from the box; the four characters "Yuanfeng Tongbao" appeared before his eyes.

The reign-title coins minted by Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty are known for their numerous varieties and massive production volume.

One of the most abundant copper coins in Moro Street, its production is only less than that of the Five Emperors Coins.

Professor J examined the copper coin for a moment and found that apart from the strong medicinal smell, it wasn't much different from other coins, so he casually tossed it onto the table.

"Fourth Miss, Ninth Miss's steed, White Crane, says that you must wear this copper coin 24 hours a day."

"This is the token of the living seal. Whoever has this copper coin will be protected by the living seal."

Even the trashy guy didn't quite believe that a living seal could find the Fourth Miss with just a copper coin, but he preferred to believe it was true rather than not.

"Fourth Miss, I'll go to Wong Tai Sin Temple to get a red string for you to wear around your neck. We'll return the living seal after this matter is settled."

Professor J nodded in agreement when he heard what the trash said.

The goods in Warehouse No. 1 need to be packed up and sent away. As for where to send them, she didn't know. It was all arranged by Handsome Sheng.

"Fourth Miss, isn't it too risky to conduct the inspection face-to-face for this transaction?"

The idiot was relieved to see Professor J put the coin into his wallet, but he was worried about the face-to-face transaction proposed by Biao Jin.

"The volume of goods in this transaction is very large, and the buyer's request for face-to-face interaction is understandable."

Professor J does not think the requirement for bid price is difficult to understand. In most transactions between dealers and distributors, money is exchanged for goods on the spot.

Inspection and transaction are both face-to-face, which is safer.

However, such transactions are also very risky, as they can easily lead to being cheated or even double-crossed.

Thinking of this, Professor J coughed and instructed, "The secret formula for blue blood is a rare find in the hands of the big boss."

"I have the secret formula for the Fire Phoenix in my hands. I can't guarantee that Biao Jin won't have other wicked thoughts."

"Go tell Abao to get ready. If Biaojin tries to double-cross us, have Abao smash Biaojin's head in the river."

Laji nodded, indicating that he would inform Abao that evening.

Ah Bao is in charge of the warehouse and is also part of the counterattack prepared by the boss. He is a strike force that will immediately launch a counterattack as soon as it receives an order.

Only Professor J, that trash, knows about this. It's the last trump card, the final killer move. Even Ninth Sister doesn't know about it.

"Pack them up! This time, we won't use mooncake boxes, we'll use chili jars."

Professor J was a little tired, so he closed his eyes again and let the trash get to work.

The mooncake box couldn't hold enough Phoenix cigarettes; a tin can of chili sauce would be better. "Spicy Chicken," he nodded, stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray, and walked out of the office without looking back.

Stepping out of the office and back into the factory, she glanced at the henchman in charge of loading: "Use chili cans."

Food factories in Hong Kong import tons of fresh chili peppers from Mexico. These extremely spicy Mexican chili peppers are then processed into chili sauce in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong has a great geographical location, very close to Malacca, the crossroads of the East.

Fresh chili peppers are shipped from Mexico to Hong Kong. Hong Kong's population, cheap labor, and well-established assembly line factories all fit the positioning of a processing center.

Mexican chilies are processed into chili sauces that suit European and American tastes, then packaged, bottled, and labeled.

Some were shipped to their ancestral home, while others were shipped to Honolulu and the Port of Los Angeles, taking advantage of Hong Kong's preferential treatment as a most favored country to circulate in Europe and America.

Upon hearing the order, the henchman immediately nodded and waved his hand, signaling his men to pull out the tin can containing the chili sauce.

Thousands of tin cans appeared next to the sealing machine, and a few skilled mechanics adjusted the sealing opening.

After the sealing port was adjusted, the henchmen began placing the tin cans onto the conveyor belt of the assembly line.

The female operators, dressed in bikinis, began packing the blue blood stock that had arrived from Warehouse No. 1 into bags.

The unbroken blue blood was very beautiful, like a pure sapphire.

In fact, Professor A did not initially intend to name this pork, which had a purity of up to 70%, "Blue Blood," but rather "Sapphire."

Because the un-crushed blue blood looked too much like a sapphire, but Professor K said that the name "sapphire" was not good because pork needs to be crushed.

Once the gemstone was shattered, it was worthless, but the pulverized pork resembled blue blood. Professor A then decided to name this top-quality product "Blue Blood."

The female workers, dressed in bikinis, moved with practiced ease, first placing chunks of blue blood onto an electronic scale. These chunks of blue blood varied in weight, and the workers' task was to piece together these blue crystals to produce one kilogram.

Once you've collected a kilogram, put the blue crystals into a transparent bag, wrap it in plastic wrap, and throw it into a tin bucket.

The conveyor belt brought the metal bucket to the pouring inlet, where the female operator squeezed the switch.

The dark red chili sauce was poured into a tin can, and the handle was released only after the tin can was full.

The tin barrel, fully loaded with chili sauce, slowly moved forward until it reached the sealing opening. The metal lid then fell down, sealing the tin barrel.

The sealed jars of chili sauce were still slightly warm when the female worker used a handheld device to stick advertising stickers on the front of the jars.

Ten jars of chili peppers are packed into one box. Once one box is packed, it is sealed. After sealing, it is wrapped with plastic wrap for waterproofing. After that, it is set aside.

Once the production line was running, it never stopped. Boxes of chili sauce were quickly delivered to the underground parking lot and loaded into container trucks.

Boxes of chili sauce were neatly arranged in the container. The chili sauce boxes were standard 40HQ cardboard boxes, and this 20-foot standard container could hold 2000 boxes.

2000 boxes of chili sauce is equivalent to 20 tons of blue blood!

It wasn't until late at night that the 20-foot standard container was finally filled.

Once the standard shipping container was filled, the lousy henchmen chained it up, and then one of them sat next to the container and guarded it.

But these fans didn't notice that two groups of people were watching them from inside the underground parking lot.

One team consisted of two plainclothes officers from the Criminal Intelligence Division of the Ordnance Factory, who were hiding behind a pillar. The other team consisted of detectives from the Guanlou Investigation Department.

Ah Jie from the tracking team, wearing a dark jacket, pressed his body tightly against the concrete pillar.

Despite the unidentified stains on the pillar, he remained motionless, clinging tightly to them, intently observing the direction of the container through the rearview mirror of the car in front of him.

The lens reflected a faint green light. He pressed his right index finger on the mute button of the walkie-talkie, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The dog on the right knelt on the ground, turned off the flash, and kept taking pictures of the container.

The underground parking lot was dimly lit, but bright enough for a camera to clearly capture faces. He raised his wrist and looked at his Casio digital watch.

The watch hands have just skipped the number eleven and pointed to the number twelve, which, according to the time, marks a new day.

"Da da da"

Ah Jie gently tapped the wall a few times to alert the dog.

The two held their breath almost simultaneously, and then the motion-sensor lights at the entrance to the parking lot suddenly turned on.

A tall, slender figure walked briskly towards them, clutching car keys. The sound of leather shoes clicking on the concrete floor was particularly clear in the open space.

Ah Jie pressed his body against the cement pillar, slowly moved forward, turned around, looked at the entrance, and clearly saw the tall, thin man walking in.

white crane!

Baihe is the top henchman of the Number Gang, Ninth Sister, and a key figure to watch. The last time he delivered a delivery, it was this guy who got knocked out.

It seems this guy will be the one delivering the goods this time.

Ah Jie, who understood immediately, made a tactical hand signal to the dog not far away.

Upon receiving the gesture, the dog immediately adjusted its position, aimed the camera at the white crane, and kept pressing the shutter.

Meanwhile, the detectives from the Guanlou Investigation Department, who were hiding in the car, also started taking pictures, not missing a single face.

However, their photo targets were divided into two groups: one group consisted of male fans, and the other group consisted of police officers.

Unaware that his handsome face had been photographed, the white crane walked up to the container.

The man in charge of guarding the containers remembered the number that frequently appeared and was part of the Red Pole Gang. He immediately jumped off the platform and walked up to the white crane.

"Brother Baihe! Are you here to see the big boss?"

"Forget it! I won't say anything more. The more you know, the faster you'll die."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Pink regretted them. He slapped himself hard and quickly shut up.

"Let's go up first!"

Bai He had a good impression of this well-behaved fan. He said something and then continued to swing his keys as he walked into the elevator.

Seeing that Baihe had left, Pinky took out his cigarette case, lit one for himself, and squatted down to smoke.

Ten minutes later, Baihe, now dressed in a different outfit, stepped out of the elevator and walked up to Pink, who was guarding the container, handing him a walkie-talkie.

“Tornado, our Brother Baihe can’t drive a truck. You’ll come with us. After you hand over the truck, you can ride back in Brother Baihe’s truck.”

The voice of "Sister Laji" came through the walkie-talkie, and she sounded quite helpless.

Bai He was a little embarrassed. He would certainly look at a van, but he had never driven a container truck before.

The container is full of goods. If we accidentally overturn it, it would be a huge disaster. I can only tell them everything and ask Sister Laji for help.

"I know!"

Tornado pressed the button and said something into the microphone.

(End of this chapter)