Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 776 366: Another way to understand double-crossing (Seeking monthly votes)
Thirty tons

Zero was taken aback when she saw the three big characters on the sticky note, and she immediately put her clever little brain to work.

Thinking back to what Chi Mengli had just said about double-crossing, he immediately realized what this bastard's true intentions were.

Risk and reward are equal; the bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish. I understood this principle when I was three years old.

Thirty tons of pork translates to hundreds of millions of dollars in profit; even a saint would fight tooth and nail for that amount.

“I present the treasure map with both hands and give Miss Zero a key to unlock the treasure. It should be fair to only take fifty-six three-carat fire oil diamonds.”

Chi Mengli blew out a smoke ring, waiting for Miss Ling sitting opposite her to give her final answer.

“It’s a fair deal, but Chi Sheng, if you dare to play any tricks, I will definitely retaliate in kind.”

Ling nodded, indicating that the transaction was fair, and then extended her hand, giving Chi Mengli a warning with a smile.

"I will offer you the treasure map and the key to the treasure chest with both hands, but whether you can take it or not depends on your ability, Miss Zero."

“I have no interest in being a father, so don’t come crying to me and complaining when you make a mistake.”

"As the middleman, the bookmaker, all I can do is help you set up the stage."

Chi Mengli stood up, gave Ling a warning, and seeing that Ling did not go back on her word, she reached out and grasped Ling's hand.

"A word is settled!"

Amidst the glitz and glamour of Nathan Road, the neon sign of the Golden Peacock Lounge is the most dazzling, its honey-colored light flashing incessantly.

The glass door was repeatedly pushed open and closed, and the copper bells hanging above the door jingled.

A wave of heat, a mixture of whiskey, gardenia hairspray, and a hint of tobacco, wafted over, instantly enveloping anyone who had just stepped in.

The rotating disco ball in the center of the dance floor casts golden light onto the swaying figures, bringing the vibrancy of nightlife into this space of about 100 square meters.

A girl in off-white flared pants was swaying her hips like waves, the hem of her pants sweeping across the floor and creating a wisp of wind.

Two of the pearl buttons on her collar were loose, revealing half of her collarbone, and the large waves in her hair swayed back and forth with her body movements.

The silver butterfly hair clip tucked in her hair occasionally flashed a light, enticing the lecherous men in the booth to their senses.

The boy next to her, wearing a royal blue floral shirt, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing a silver-plated digital watch on his wrist.

He held a glass of stout with ice in his left hand and was holding the girl's wrist with his right, his steps keeping time with the beat of "Saturday Night Fever".

The leather shoes tapped on the waxed wooden floor, making a "tap-tap" sound. Occasionally, the girl would deliberately take a few wrong steps, eliciting a string of crisp laughter from her.

Hearing the pretty girl's laughter, the boy got excited and his movements became more exaggerated, causing the wine to spill over the rim of his glass.

In a booth in the corner of the dance floor, three young men in denim vests were banging rattles loudly to entertain the crowd.

One of the boys with an afro suddenly stood up, raised his hands above his head and drew circles, his waist and abdomen rising and falling rapidly to the heavy bass of disco music.

The muscular calves beneath the denim shorts were taut, prompting the girls in the booth to bang on the table and cheer.

The pretty girl next to me, wearing a floral dress, couldn't resist the atmosphere. She lifted her skirt and stepped over the booth railing, not caring that her heel hit the step.

She rushed straight into the dance floor, raised her chin at the unfamiliar boy, and put her hand on his shoulder.

The two, seemingly in perfect sync, didn't utter a word, yet their bodies moved as if by unspoken agreement; the boy instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist. Their shadows overlapped on the wall, forming shimmering inky blobs, making it impossible to tell whose hair was tangled around whose collar.

On the table of this crazy, beautiful woman's booth, there was still some K-drinking liquor that she hadn't finished having.

As for the other female companions at the table, they all looked a bit silly, and it seemed they had become pilots.

Behind the bar, Ahui was wiping wine glasses with a white towel, but his eyes never left the dance floor.

Seeing that the girl in the light pink crop top was dancing so enthusiastically that her hair tie had come loose and her long hair had fallen out, he took out a red hair tie from the drawer.

He tossed it over the bar and it landed right at the girl's feet.

The pretty girl behind the bar, who had been keeping an eye on the girl, immediately bent down to pick up the hair tie as it flew over. Her silver belt slipped halfway down, revealing a small plum blossom tattoo on her side.

She looked up and smiled at Ahui, then casually tied her hair into a loose bun with a hair tie in her mouth and secured it with the hair tie.

Then she turned around and plunged back into the dancing crowd, her exposed waist and abdomen undulating gently with her dance steps, like rippling waves.

The heat in the air was still rising; some people took off their coats and tied them around their waists, while others held up beer bottles and hummed along to the music.

Even the prostitute selling "Miss White" products near the restroom started swinging his legs.

In the center of the dance floor, someone started it, and suddenly a group of people formed a circle, surrounding the girl in the yellow sundress.

The beautiful woman in the yellow sundress simply stood on tiptoe, put her hands on the shoulders of the person next to her, and started dancing an impromptu dance.

Her skirt spread out like a blooming sunflower, and the people around her clapped and cheered, some even throwing empty beer cans into the air.

The metal can slammed against the ceiling light fixture with a loud clang, then fell into the crowd and was kicked aside by someone laughing.

After sleeping all day, Daye walked into the Golden Peacock Lounge. Lounge is the Taiwanese term, and recently there have been many Taiwanese people in Hong Kong, so the term "lounge" has become popular in Hong Kong.

"Tickets!"

The blue lantern guarding the door saw Daye enter the lounge and wanted to stamp Daye's hand.

But Da Ye didn't let this loser succeed. He pushed the blue lantern aside, picked out a red snapper, and threw it onto the table.

Just as Blue Lantern, who had been pushed to the gate, was about to get angry and grab a weapon to beat up this ungrateful bastard, he was stopped by his companion.

"Damn it! Picking that star! Do you want to die?"

"This is Brother Da Ye from the water room. He's a big shot who's now a hostage in Temple Street. He's one of the guys from the 'Handsome Winners' gang. If you make a move, do you want your house to be pelted with fire bottles?"

The work partners stopped the scoundrel who was about to get angry and attack, snatched the weapon from his hand, and told him about the big project.

Upon hearing that he was a "red pole" (a person who is a supporter of a certain type of entertainment), Blue Lantern, who had been shoved, didn't dare to lash out. He could only lower his head, smoke silently, and continue doing his work.

Da Ye swaggered into the Golden Peacock Lounge, sat down at the bar, and banged on the marble countertop: "A bottle of Dock Rat, please, to calm my nerves!"

Ah Hui, who was wiping the cups, looked up and saw that it was Da Ye. He sighed and said indifferently, "A dock rat? Is this some kind of joke?"

"The 'dock rats' in my shop are all from Xinji. They won't kill you, but the next morning, I guarantee your head will feel like it's been hit by firecrackers."

"Have a bottle of Heineken! It'll calm you down!"

(End of this chapter)