Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 771 (361): The Same Road We Came From (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
(Thanks to the boy who loves reading historical novels for his support!)

(I couldn't find my phone yesterday, and it turned out it was in my pocket. I took it straight to the dry cleaners, and the owner brought it back to me around 11 p.m. last night.)
(How embarrassing!)

(Ah Xian is now mentally impaired for three years due to illness!)
(Today, after leaving the hospital, I hired a designated driver, who then crashed into my car.)
The pastor smiled and nodded in thanks, indicating that Ah Qiang could leave.

Ah Qiang had wanted to leave for a long time. He had to hide the 50,000 yuan well and not let it be seen. This was the dock area, and even a murder could happen with just a thousand or two yuan.

Seeing Ah Qiang leave, the pastor fiddled with the key in his hand, not letting the driver touch it.

The sea fog was getting thinner and thinner. Xiao Xin, who was driving, stuck his head out of the car window, looked around, moved the car forward a little, and parked it in a temporary parking space on the side of the road.

"Boss, what are we waiting for?"

Xiao Xin took two bottles of mineral water from the armrest box and handed them to the pastor sitting in the passenger seat.

"We're waiting for that idiot dragon. I've told him to guard the main gate. There's no wind yet."

"Attack its mother!"

The pastor took the mineral water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp to moisten his throat.

An hour ago, I ate cart noodles at a tea restaurant. The soup was so salty that I felt like I was turning into a bat. I had to drink some water right away.

After drinking most of the bottle in one gulp, the pastor finally calmed down, turned on the radio, and wanted to see what interesting gossip news was available that day.

After listening to gossip news for almost half an hour, the pastor finally saw Idiot Dragon running over. He reached out, turned off the radio, and got out of the car.

"Damn it! That stinky Da Ye, he's been gone for almost an hour and you're only just showing up now. Did you oversleep in the car?"

The pastor took out his cigarette case, picked out a cigarette, and tossed it to Idiot Dragon, who was also one of the Thirteen Protectors of Ciyun Temple.

Seeing the smoke flying towards him, the idiot dragon quickly stretched out his hands and caught the red smoke given to him by the big boss.

“Pick that star. That good-for-nothing Da Ye, he was a big shot in the water room but didn’t make it. It’s definitely not the water room’s fault.”

"A gangster with such terrible driving skills deserves to be locked up in jail. What a scoundrel!"

Idiot Dragon stuffed the cigarette in his mouth, shielded his eyes from the sea breeze with both hands, and asked his good brother and boss, the priest, to light it for him.

"It's absolutely hilarious! Anyone would gently apply the brakes when going over a small puddle!"

"But this guy was different. He stepped on the gas pedal all the way down and ran over it. The small puddle was full of sewage and stones, and the water splashed all over the workers walking nearby."

“It’s rush hour now, and the dockworkers are all from the same union, so of course they’re not going to let it go, and they’ve surrounded Daye’s car.”

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, the idiot dragon vividly recounted to the pastor what had happened in front of the dock gate: "Da Ye is truly courageous! Absolutely amazing!"

"He jumped out of the car and started arguing with the dockworkers. If the security guards from Oak International Terminals hadn't arrived, he would have been beaten half to death!"

The pastor never expected that Da Ye would just drive the car out and then this unexpected turn of events would occur.

This guy must have gone out without checking the almanac, visited the wrong temple, or taken the wrong road. He's bound to have even more bad luck during this period.

"Alright, has Da Ye, that bastard, run away yet?"

It was getting late, time to get down to business. The pastor threw the red cigarette from his mouth onto the ground.

The water house has an absurdly many ways to make money. After clearing out the Camel Hookah inventory, they immediately acquired Red Ten Thousand Hookah.

There are many blockbuster movies from the US now, and the market is full of pirated VHS tapes of Hollywood blockbusters.

In order to boost cigarette sales, British American Tobacco also began to insert advertisements for Marlboro, Camel, and Dunhill cigarettes into local Hong Kong films.

Young people in Hong Kong naturally follow their idols, and the roadside advertising booths are almost entirely monopolized by British American Tobacco.

The minibuses also featured advertisements for British American Tobacco, which contributed to the excellent sales of Red Man cigarettes.

Seeing that Red Wan was selling well, Shuifang immediately turned his boat around, stopped producing Camel Hookah Hookah, and started producing Red Wan Hookah Hookah.

In Hong Kong, the only triad that's single-mindedly focused on making money and squeezing profits is the Water House.

"This guy got away, but the entrance was too crowded. These truck drivers were also causing trouble for Daye, deliberately cutting him off."

"That's insane!"

Idiot Dragon originally thought he was silly enough, but he didn't expect that Daye, the brothel's shill, was also a lunatic.

"Get in the car! Have you found everyone yet?"

The pastor opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and asked the idiot dragon if he had found the person yet.

The person has already been found!

To avoid attracting attention, Idiot Dragon directly hired people near the dock, and the wages had already been agreed upon.

Seeing the idiot dragon nodding frantically in the rearview mirror, the priest felt relieved, patted Xiaoxin on the shoulder, and told Xiaoxin to drive.

After waiting for almost an hour, it was finally time to set off. Shin-chan was very happy. He stepped on the gas and drove straight into the warehouse area.

The van drove into the warehouse area and, following the road signs, parked directly in front of warehouse number 57.

A group of people were squatting at the entrance of the warehouse. In April, the weather in Hong Kong began to become very hot and humid.

The early morning coolness vanished the moment the sun came out. Even sitting in the car, the pastor's white shirt was completely soaked, revealing his white tank top underneath.

He fanned himself with his hand and walked to the entrance of warehouse number fifty-seven.

"Sixth Brother, these are the people I found."

Idiot Dragon walked to the priest's side and pointed to a group of people squatting in front of Warehouse No. 57.

"Let them go into warehouse number 58 to load the goods. Ah Long, you keep an eye on them and be quick about it."

The pastor waved his hand, telling Idiot Dragon to supervise the workers, while he tossed the keys to Xiao Xin and told his subordinates to get to work.

Actually, Shin-chan could open the door to Warehouse 57 without the key given to him by the boss, but since no one wanted to get their hands dirty, they didn't want to.

He inserted the key into the lock, turned it gently to the right, and opened the lock. He removed the chain, gave it a gentle push, and the warehouse door opened.

The warehouse smelled complicated, a mixture of super spicy chili sauce and mold. The priest went in, covered his mouth and nose, and coughed incessantly.

This chili sauce is incredibly potent!
Shin-chan, who was standing at the gate, couldn't handle spicy food. He felt a tightness in his throat and saw stars.

It took the two of them three minutes at the gate to get used to the smell of chili sauce.

"Damn it! I should have worn a gas mask!"

The pastor was also dizzy from the fumes. He coughed a few times, shook his head, and took a breath of fresh air before he came to his senses.

Shin-chan didn't bring a gas mask, but he did bring two industrial masks, high-end ones with ventilation valves. Besides industrial masks, he also had many tools in his pockets.

Rubber gloves, a utility knife, and a roll of tape.

The pastor asked Xiaoxin to drive the van in, as he and the others would be staying in warehouse number 57 for the entire day.

Shin-chan turned on the overhead light, opened all the doors, jumped into the van that was still running, and drove it inside.

The pastor wasn't idle either. He took out a camera he had prepared beforehand and took pictures of the container from top to bottom, left to right, front to back, capturing every detail.

Polaroid cameras are products that spanned centuries. They can capture images quickly, have good resolution, and show details clearly.

The pastor took the photos, compared them carefully, and found no problems with the details before putting the photos away.

The van drove into the warehouse, Xiaoxin jumped out, closed the warehouse door, walked to the container, and squatted down.

He looked at the iron chain fastened to the container door, and a thin wire peeked out from between his fingers.

Before becoming a gangster, Shin-chan was Wenque, which is a very elegant term.

Hong Kong is a city where local culture permeates the entire history, and the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life has always lingered around Aberdeen and Kowloon Island.

During the late Qing Dynasty and early Republican era, pickpockets in Hong Kong, especially in crowded places such as markets, trams, and docks, would try to avoid being caught by patrolling military uniforms.

They can judge whether the environment is safe by observing or imitating the behavior of birds and by listening to their calls.

If birds are active and chirping frequently on the street, it means there are no uniformed military patrols nearby. However, if the birds suddenly become quiet and scatter, it indicates a problem.

This could very well be a signal from a soldier approaching, prompting the pickpockets to immediately stop and scatter.

Listening to birdsong is called "listening to sparrows," but in Cantonese, "listening to sparrows" and "wild sparrows" sound similar. In order to avoid the gates of government offices, pickpockets called themselves "wild sparrows."

Of course, this text also has a profound meaning!

In Cantonese, the Chinese characters have the meaning of being refined and not rude.

Traditional Hong Kong pickpockets primarily steal rather than rob, and their behavior is discreet and unassuming, which aligns with the characteristics of "wen" in Cantonese.

Of course, where there is literature, there is also martial arts. Unlike the martial arts of robbing, the pickpocket who relies on skills is the literature.

Xiao Xin first became a gambler, then a gangster. Gangsters have gangs and organizations, and so does gambler.

Sparrows have "masters," and one master guards one street. But it's difficult for triads to guard even one street in Yau Tsim Mong or Aberdeen, let alone a master who is all alone.

Therefore, Wen Que relies on gangsters for protection, and has to pay a monthly fee to the gang leader. In order to maintain good relations, he also has to give the gang leader a cut.

Wenque, who works on the front lines, doesn't earn much each month.

Xiao Xin's mentor lives in Yau Ma Tei. Every month, he has to add a number to the "plum" character on the phone number to ensure peace and safety.

Xiao Xin only receives a few hundred dollars a day, but if he gets caught by the military, he will be imprisoned for at least eight months.

After much deliberation, Xiao Xin decided to join the Number Gang so he wouldn't be ripped off by the boss.

Because he knew some unorthodox methods, he didn't become a parking attendant at the parking lot, but instead stayed by the counter.

I never expected that after becoming a gangster, I would still have to continue doing the work of a thug.

How unpredictable things are!

Xiao Xin thought to himself with a sour feeling, then inserted the wire in his hand into the keyhole, gently poked it a few times, and the iron general unlocked with a "click".

(End of this chapter)