Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 765, Part 355: Heavily Guarded (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Another cigarette wasted for nothing!

Chi Mengli watched as the cigarette butt flew away, hitting the wall of the undersea tunnel and creating a small spark. He felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.

The long night had passed, and only twenty-nine Double Happiness cigarettes remained; it was simply too late to continue.

Last month, Sony released a groundbreaking product that took the memory chip industry to a new level: the 3.5-inch double-sided floppy disk.

This 3.5-inch double-sided floppy disk has a storage capacity of 875KB.

Slang Quzhen opened the tool bag at her waist, revealing a Sony floppy disk inside.

Chi Mengli glanced at it, nodded, and didn't say anything. She turned on the radio and continued driving towards the Oak International Wharf.

After passing through the undersea tunnel, you arrive in the New Territories. Compared to other parts of Yau Tsim Mong, the New Territories is indeed very desolate and rural, but there is only one exception: Tsing Yi.

The entire Tsing Yi, including all the docks of major shipping companies, was brightly lit.

The Oak International Wharf was undefended after midnight, and Chi Mengli drove the van into the park without showing any identification.

The streetlights and signs illuminated the road, saving Chi Mengli the trouble of asking for directions. She drove directly to the main building of Oak International.

The South Asian security guard, who was yawning while on patrol, also noticed a van parked at the gate.

"Get out of here right now! This is a private place, we don't accept outsiders."

"The reception center you need is on the next street, you've come to the wrong place!"

The office building is the tallest building in the Oak International Terminal Park, and customers often go to the wrong place.

Furthermore, Oak International has very strict rules; the reception room is not located in the office building, and the main building is filled with empty cabinets, which are essentially private air-floor safes.

According to international law conventions, safes at airports and ports are under the jurisdiction of the country where the goods are located.

However, everyone will find a loophole and choose a country that has no connection with the location where the goods are stored, and in that country, they can still have influence.

It sounds easy, and it's not difficult in practice either, because there are a lot of small countries in the South Pacific.

These small countries derive most of their fiscal revenue from selling passports and providing such high-end private services.

Chi Mengli rolled down the car window, stuck her head out, and said, "Hello, I'm an engineer from IBM. This is my identification." As she spoke, she handed over the counterfeit ID card around her neck.

The South Asian man knew IBM because the basement of the main building was the server data center.

Because the server data center is so advanced, IBM maintenance engineers come and go every day to maintain this bunch of expensive machines.

The South Asian security guard glanced at the ID card around Chi Mengli's neck and, seeing that it was no different from the ID card he had seen before, immediately complained, "Didn't someone come this afternoon?"

"Are you kidding me? It's already past midnight, and you still send people over to mess around!"

Chi Mengli wasn't sure if IBM's Hong Kong branch had sent anyone over during the day, so he could only reluctantly reply, "It was software during the day."

"Software can be used to build airplanes, so you need software engineers. I am a hardware engineer, and I am not in the same department as software engineers."

"It's so late at night, I don't want to come out. This damn server is having problems, there's nothing I can do about it. It's so late at night, I just want to stay in bed and sleep soundly."

Chi Mengli feigned a helpless expression, complained a few times, and then handed over a pre-prepared Red Wan cigarette.

"Damn! No job is easy. Park the car on the left."

The South Asian security guard took the Red Wanyan cigarette, smelled it under his nose, and seeing that it wasn't rat cigarettes, smiled, put the Red Wanyan cigarette in his shirt pocket, and pointed to the left.

"OK!"

Chi Mengli rolled up the car window, turned the steering wheel all the way, and floored the accelerator, pulling the van into the parking space with a swift maneuver.

Silang Quzhen, sitting in the passenger seat, remained expressionless, but gripped the seatbelt tightly, her hands trembling involuntarily, fearing that her driver might embarrass himself.

The wheels drew a large circle on the ground before stopping right next to the curb.

Chi Mengli turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, released the handbrake, opened the car door, and got out of the car in one smooth motion.

He walked to the back door, opened it, and picked up a heavy suitcase with one hand. The suitcase weighed at least thirty pounds and contained a portable computer.

This bulky suitcase has six metal wheels at the bottom, designed for easy transport.

Silang Quzhen stood by the roadside, watching Chi Mengli finish everything, then, carrying a large military green backpack, walked towards the South Asian security guard.

The South Asian security guard was communicating with his superior via walkie-talkie; judging from his obsequious expression, he was clearly the boss.

"I know! I know!" "I'll have someone take them in right away."

Nan Yazi put down the walkie-talkie, then unconsciously straightened up and said to Chi Mengli in an annoyed tone, "Come with me!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Chi Mengli and Silang Quzhen to follow.

The South Asian security guard used his chip ID card to open the tightly closed bulletproof glass side door, and the group went inside.

"Register!"

The registration book and pen were slapped onto Chi Mengli. The South Asian security guard picked up his walkie-talkie and said, "Miteya, Miteya, take people to the basement."

Chi Mengli glanced at the register, then used her left hand to trace down the English name at the top of the register before handing it to Silang Quzhen, whispering, "Use your left hand."

"If the truth comes out and the evidence is stolen, you can still deny it!"

These are all small tips for living in the martial arts world; Chi Mengli would never tell someone who isn't one of his own.

Silang Quzhen listened to the advice and switched the pen from her right hand to her left. She imitated the English name on the pen and made up a random one, deliberately writing the last few strokes incorrectly and messing it up.

Chi Mengli stood aside, shaking her head helplessly. This kid is still so silly and naive!

Handwriting experts are never afraid of you scribbling randomly or deliberately writing wildly, because both random and wild writing have their own logic.

The logic of gestures and thought processes can be used to extract key points. Now that we have scanners, we must also have analysis software.

Once the relevant pixels are extracted, the database will contain the information. The next time you accidentally leave your handwriting, that's when you'll be caught.

young!

Still too young!
Chi Mengli raised her head and looked at the closed-circuit surveillance camera above her, memorizing its location.

Silang Quzhen was unaware that her cleverness had caused a great disaster. She even secretly wiped the pen clean and put it on the table.

"Mitea, take these two to the basement."

When the South Asian security guard saw his companion emerge, panting heavily, he quickly waved his hand, signaling to Mitya to lead his men to do their job.

Miat, also a South Asian, yawned and walked over with a disgruntled look on his face, saying with dissatisfaction, "It's so late at night, can't even let people get a good night's sleep?"

"Holy crap! It's 2 a.m. and they're still not asleep, what a moron!"

"Come with me!"

Miat only dared to complain a few words, and obediently led Chi Mengli and Silang Quzhen toward the elevator.

"Wait a mininute!"

"Take the temporary ID card. If the security door closes, they won't be able to get out."

The South Asian security guard standing at the door called out to Mitya and threw over two temporary ID cards with lanyards attached.

Chi Mengli acted before Miat could, catching the two ID cards, hanging one around her neck, and giving the other to Silang Quzhen.

Silang Quzhen also put on her temporary ID card and reached out to press the elevator close button.

The elevator close button was lit, but the elevator door didn't close, and the little red light above the elevator was still on.

"Don't cause trouble! Don't make things difficult for everyone!"

"Let me make this clear from the start: once you're in the basement, don't touch anything."

Miyat warned Chi Mengli and Silang Quzhen, then affixed his ID card to the sensor area.

The moment the ID card landed in the sensor area, the red light above the elevator turned green.

Only after seeing the indicator light change color did Miat press the close button, and then press the negative one button.

Chi Mengli looked at the CCTV camera inside the elevator and realized that the camera was also watching her.

"Ding dong."

After the announcement beeped, the elevator doors slowly opened.

This was a very large underground space, at least a thousand square meters. Miat took the lead out of the elevator and brought the two of them to the room where the data server center was located.

The same electronic security door was used, but Miat still opened the door with his ID card, letting Chi Mengli and Silang Quzhen into the room.

(The term "瞳党" refers to people aged thirteen to fifteen, while "蓝灯灯" usually refers to people aged fifteen or sixteen. After the 1960s, these rules no longer applied to people with the "和" prefix.)
(Because a large number of people are needed at the docks and on the streets, there is no rule of "three years of blue lanterns, three years of 49" for the piers.)
(As long as the big boss nods, you can directly become a "49" (a term used to describe someone who is considered a "junior" or "younger brother"), for example, Dao You Nan is someone who started out in his second year of junior high school.)
(You can stay a 49-year-old for as long as you want, because it's not like leveling up or fighting monsters. You level up when the time is up and you gain enough experience. In Hong Kong, many street vendors are still 49-year-olds even in their fifties or sixties.)
(These people are just using the names of these companies to make a living!)
(My description of Wong Chuk Hang might be slightly inaccurate. Those who haven't attended university or academy are not eligible to apply for Wong Chuk Hang's advanced courses. Otherwise, there are no issues.)
(If you apply for the Wong Chuk Hang position and pass the exam, you will begin training, which usually lasts eight to ten months. After you graduate, you will be in military uniform as a regular police officer, starting from the lowest rank.)
(Most of the students enrolled in the advanced courses are university students with law degrees. After ten to twelve months of training, they are able to find employment.)
(In British-system countries and regions, it's all the same concept: if you're a soldier, you're a soldier for life; if you're an officer, you're an officer for life.)
(The protagonist is an undercover agent who worked his way up step by step to gather intelligence. He is currently only twenty-six years old.)
(Shenxianjin wasn't buried; Gao Lao posted the funeral notice, and Shenxianjin even attended.)
(End of this chapter)