Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 777 (367): It's all hard-earned money (Thanks to the boss lady and Boss Sanye)
(Thanks to the user "Skull Rabbit" for their support!)
The "dock rat" refers to MATEUS Rose NV, a Portuguese rosé wine. Because the winery in Haojiang is run by Portuguese people, Portuguese wines are tax-free.

Therefore, most casinos and hotels in Macau use Portuguese wine. Macau and Hong Kong are separated by a sea, so whatever becomes popular in Macau will appear in Hong Kong within three days.

Ahui took out a bottle of chilled Heineken, opened the cap with a bottle opener, and placed it in front of Daye.

In addition to the alcohol, he also brought out two small dishes: potato chips and dried squid.

Da Ye picked up a Heineken beer, took a big gulp to moisten his throat, and took out his wallet to pay the bill.

"What?"

Seeing Daye take out his wallet, Ahui quickly stopped him, saying, "The beer here is unlimited."

"Buy one case and get ten bottles free. Uncle Luogu will set aside five bottles to entertain his friends in the underworld."

"Brotherhood is something you can't always calculate, let's drink!"

After Ah Hui finished speaking, he took out a plate of freshly cut fruit and placed it in front of Daye.

That's right!
When you're brothers, there's no point in calculating the debts between you!
Da Ye nodded, didn't say much, and picked up his beer to drink.

Beer and potato chips is a new way of eating in Hong Kong. In Hollywood blockbusters, cowboys in the West enjoy their leisure time in this way.

The dried squid was very fragrant, but also very salty. You needed to drink two sips of beer after eating one.

Da Ye hadn't even finished a small plate of dried squid when he finished a bottle of Heineken beer.

"It's all over the place. Your Da Ye is doing big business now. Your boss, White Eagle, has hitched a ride on Handsome Sheng's skyline."

"We're all good brothers. If there's any profit to be made, don't forget your brothers."

Seeing that Daye had finished his beer, Ahui took out a chilled Heineken from the ice bucket, opened the bottle with a bottle opener, and placed it in front of Daye.

"You motherfucker, what are you saying?! Your voice is too soft, I can't hear you!"

"Pick that star! North!"

Before Da Ye could speak, he heard shouts and curses coming from the dance floor, and he looked over.

The song "Half a Catty, Eight Taels" by Sam Hui was playing in the dance floor, but the men and women in the dance floor did not move or dance. They formed a loose circle and watched the spectacle.

The two groups in the middle of the circle were already red-eyed and shoving each other.

"Go at his mother!"

Ah Hui cursed helplessly, threw the rag in his hand onto the marble countertop, braced himself on the countertop, flipped over, and walked towards the dance floor.

The two groups of young men on the dance floor were already red-eyed. The guy in the floral shirt smashed a beer bottle on the guy in the white T-shirt opposite him, who was wearing bell-bottoms, and cursed, "What the hell!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the beer bottle crashed to the ground with a thud, shards of glass mixed with beer splashing everywhere.

Both sides were completely drunk, and there were even two guys who were grinning like idiots, clearly high on alcohol.

This beer bottle is the bugle call; the drunken scuffle instantly turned into a chaotic melee.

Both sides were fighting fiercely. Some grabbed each other by the collar and slammed their heads against the wall, while others picked up wine glasses to smash them. The shouts drowned out the sound of the record.

Ahui walked step by step toward the dance floor, wearing a faded blue work uniform with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his muscular physique.

In the dance floor, whether people were watching the show or engaging in passionate dancing, no one noticed the waiter who was always working at the front of the stage.

Ah Hui pushed aside the thugs in his way and entered the dance floor, where he happened to see one of the thugs swinging a broken bottle at a green-haired thug, intending to smash the green-haired man's neck.

Seeing blood in the arena is considered very unlucky; it's believed that any bloodshed will taint the imperial aura.

When the cops come, they'll investigate everything, and they'll definitely shut down the shop. Once the shop is shut down, the big water pipe company will definitely be unhappy.

Uncle Gong and Drum will definitely have to calculate the losses of the past few days, and put the money out of his own pocket into the red envelope to let the big water pipe calm down.

Thinking of this, Ahui felt a headache coming on and quickly grabbed the wrist of the man who was about to commit the crime.

This guy was a coward too. With just a little effort, he heard a "crack" from the other guy's joints, and the broken beer bottle in the guy's hand clattered to the ground.

"Ahhhhh."

After being dealt with by Ahui, he clutched his wrist, knelt on the dance floor floor, and kept wailing, which even Hui Koon-kit's high-pitched singing could not drown out.

The guy with the messy hair who had thrown the person to the ground noticed Mrs. Ahui entering the room, and he took the opportunity to kick her.

Ahui nimbly dodged to the side, elbowing him in the lower back, and the messy-haired man groaned and curled up on the ground.

The remaining three young men, seeing their companion knocked down, also rushed over with red eyes, wanting to outnumber the enemy.

Seeing that these young men had finally figured things out, Ah Hui sneered a few times. He didn't back down; he blocked the oncoming fist with his left fist and smashed his right fist directly into the chest of the man in front.

Then he grabbed another person's arm and pulled him back, causing the person to stumble and crash into the steel pipe partition outside the dance floor.

The last guy tried to sneak up on him from behind, but Ahui quickly turned around, grabbed his neck, and pressed him against the steel pipe railing outside the dance floor. His thumb pressed against his chin, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Stop."

Within half a minute, these young men were either curled up on the ground groaning or pinned against the railing, too afraid to move. Ah Hui released his grip and used the fallen man's jacket to wipe his hands, which were stained with alcohol.

He kicked an empty wine bottle at his feet, his voice not loud but commanding: "This is Dongxing's territory. If you want to cause trouble here, you can't afford to take responsibility."

"Throw all these bastards out!"

Ah Hui waved his hand, signaling his henchmen to take action and throw these troublemakers into the back alley.

Knowing his good brother's skills, Da Ye didn't move at all, continuing to eat potato chips and drink ice-cold Heineken beer.

Of course, that's not the whole reason. This is the territory of the Tung Hing Society, and he is a member of the Water House. Handsome Boy has the advantage of dominating Yau Ma Tei, but he hasn't yet turned it into a one-size-fits-all society.

As an outsider from the water room, he shouldn't meddle in the internal affairs of the Dongxing Society.

"If we get together with K and have a few more beers, these gangsters will become ruthless and turn into geniuses who can build big planes."

Ah Hui walked into the bar, put the clean beer glasses down one by one, and complained to his good brother.

Temple Street isn't much quieter than Nathan Road. Da Ye understands all the complaints from the good brothers, and even the street vendors on Temple Street are more difficult to deal with.

You need to apply for a stall in Temple Street. The Municipal Affairs Bureau will mark the stalls with lines, but the street vendors are all gangsters. Few of them are reasonable and they all want to take advantage of others.

Da Ye needs to handle the disputes between the street vendors and also maintain good relations with the municipal government, because the stalls in Temple Street need to be reapplied for every month.

The community lawyer will help with the procedures and submit the materials, but the submission needs to be overseen by a local official.

To secure a stall on the site as quickly as possible, you need to cultivate a good relationship with the Chinese staff at the municipal office and slip them a small amount as a "service fee."

Everyone has their own difficulties and troubles.

"Oh no! I forgot where we were!"

After dealing with those few idiots, Ahui felt his arms were sore. It seemed he needed to exercise more, otherwise his muscles would disappear.

"When I talk about doing big business, don't forget the brothers."

Da Ye took a sip of beer and said calmly.

Ahui opened a bottle of Blue Ribbon beer, took a big gulp, suppressed his anger, and said, "It's getting harder and harder to get rid of this grease and grime these days!"

"The big fish are broke, and the place is full of troublemakers. Which star are we going to pick? These days, even making a living through shady means is this hard!"

"Heaven is blind!"

After complaining for a while, Ahui took out his cigarette case, tossed a Red Wan cigarette to Daye, lit it for him, and then lit one for himself.

Da Ye smoked a cigarette and listened silently to his good brother's complaints. After his brother finished complaining, he finally spoke up and said, "I have a big job. I need to see Uncle Luogu."

There's a big business opportunity!

After listening, Ahui took the red cigarette out of his mouth, blew a smoke ring, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then said, "Brother, Uncle Gonggu is up there."

"In short, it's the same old story: if you want to join Liangshan, you need to have at least a few tricks up your sleeve. If you don't have any skills, you'd better not go see Uncle Gong and Drum."

"How about this, I'll finish work now and treat you to dog meat hot pot. We haven't seen each other in a long time, let's have a good chat."

Ah-hui could guess what kind of scheme Da-ye was up to, but if he could just make money honestly, there was no need to take such a risky move.

"Three parts destiny, seven parts hard work! Opportunity is right in front of you, if not now, when?"

Da Ye, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and two puffs of smoke coming out of his nostrils, spoke calmly.

You can't reason with a damned devil! Having said all that needed to be said, Ah Hui stopped getting in his way.

He took off his apron, threw it on the cabinet next to him, whispered a few words to his colleague, and then waved to Da Ye, signaling him to come with him.

Daye stood up, picked up the beer bottle, drank it all in one gulp, and followed Ahui up to the third floor.

The second floor of the lounge is a strip club, and the stairwell is full of lewd men waiting for a table. Sometimes, this kind of subtle temptation is more exciting than real sex.

In the horse stables on Portland Street, a new horse can be had for just two red snapper. But in a strip club, if you want to have a good time for an hour, it will cost at least 380.

Ah Fai waved to the henchmen who were maintaining order, then led Da Ye upstairs.

"No matter the weather, whether it's hot or cold, whether it's a typhoon or a downpour, these lecherous guys will never mistreat Ah B."

These perverts are really energetic, they come to support the show every day, they just won't let their son take a break, it's really admirable.

Da Ye curled his lip and said to A Hui, who was leading the way, "These lecherous guys are supporting your business, and you're still complaining all the time. No wonder you can't make a fortune!"

"The more lewd men there are, the more money the horse can make, and the more the patrons can pocket."

"Otherwise, where did your Porsche 924 sports car come from? It's all from the hard-earned money of these lecherous men!"

(End of this chapter)