Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 778 368: Wolfish Ambitions (Thanks to the Great Master Linjiangxian)

That makes sense!

I have my own Porsche 924 sports car, and I still have 18 installments to pay. I hope these lecherous guys will come and support me every day so that I can pay it off every time.

Thinking of this, Ahui immediately turned around, bowed three times to these lecherous men, and wished that all of them would live to be a hundred years old.

Seeing his good friend freaking out, Daye quickly gave Ahui a nudge, urging him to lead the way and get the important business done.

Ahui led Daye up another floor. The third floor was much quieter than the second floor. The third floor consisted of employee dormitories, warehouses, and offices.

The two walked down the corridor to the innermost room. Ah Hui turned around, glanced at Daye, and said softly, "It's not too late to regret it now."

"Dongxing Society is a business that involves risking one's life. Once you meet Uncle Gonggu, there's no going back."

Dongxing Society was a knife-wielding business, similar to the British Associated Press. It belonged to the "New" group, and among the "Dong" groups, Dongxing was the largest.

Because they have many gangsters, provide excellent service, and are well-connected, when they open big movies, they usually make arrangements with Tung Hing and Ying Lian.

Real estate agents also like to use people from Dongxing and Yinglian.

These two types of thugs never ask who the "piglet" is; as long as they get the deposit, they don't care about anyone, not even the Emperor himself.

Dongxing often engaged in business without any initial investment and was not afraid of the Big Four accounting firms coming after them.

"Stop babbling and knock!"

Da Ye was a top performer at the water room, so he naturally knew the rules of the Dongxing Society. But there was no turning back once the arrow was released; he had to take this step.

One step to heaven, one step to kingship!
Now it all depends on your luck. If you're lucky, you'll become a king in one step; if you're unlucky, you'll have to sell salted duck eggs by the Bridge of Helplessness.

Seeing that his good friend was determined to go all the way, Ah Hui didn't say much. He knocked on the door and said loudly, "Uncle Gong Gu, it's me, Ah Hui. Da Ye Zai wants to see you."

"Come in!"

Upon hearing the boss's words, Ahui turned the handle, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Compared to the noise outside, the office was much quieter, with the warm yellow desk lamp casting a dim light on the desk.

On the desk lay an unfinished copy of the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion," with a wolf-hair brush hanging above the inkstone, the ink slowly spreading from the tip.

The man sitting in the pear wood chair was in his forties or fifties, with gray hair, and wearing a plain-colored long gown that had been washed until it was soft and limp.

The cuffs were rolled up to the forearms, revealing the old agarwood beads strung on the wrist, each bead polished to a shine.

The hand holding the sandalwood beads had a faint callus around the base of its thumb, as if it had been worn down from years of holding a knife or gun.

This person is Luo Gu, the leader of the Yau Ma Tei branch of the Tung Hing Society. If you are not familiar with him, it would be difficult to categorize Luo Gu as a gangster.

Because he was so refined, he wore a pair of thin-rimmed round glasses that only university professors wear, and he squinted behind the lenses to look at calligraphy.

The guy's fingertips unconsciously traced the strokes of the pen on the table, without noticing the two people who walked in.

Although he didn't look at her, he still greeted her in a gentle tone, like a pot of plain water: "I just brewed Phoenix Dancong tea. Let it cool for a while before drinking it, so you don't burn your mouth."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the pager vibrated on the corner of the table, the screen lit up, he reached out and picked up the pager, glanced at the code on the pager, and pressed a button on the pager with his fingertip.

The way he held the pager was quite amusing; his knuckles would tense up instantly and then quickly relax, as if he were squeezing air.

Before he was in jail, Tai Yip would often come to Yau Ma Tei to see Ah Fai.

But he had never been to this office before. After entering, he called out "Uncle Gong and Drum!" and then obediently shut up, looking around the entire office.

Inside the office, there were large huanghuali wood bookshelves on the ceiling, with most of them filled with thread-bound books, from the Analects to the Zizhi Tongjian, all neatly stacked.

On the bottom shelf of the bookshelf, there was a worn-out black notebook with a few lines of messy handwriting mixed with dark red marks.

Like blood, and like dried ink.

Gonggu put down his pager, stood up, and beckoned the two men to the tea table.

Ah Hui gave Da Ye a hand, telling this loser to stop looking around aimlessly.

It's clear that the gongs and drums are just for show, the old camphor wood tea table has a warm patina, and the ceramic charcoal stove sits in the corner, with the silver charcoal in the burner burning evenly.

The bright red embers were enveloped in fine ash, occasionally sparks would fly out and land on the cracks in the furnace wall, then go out silently.

A rough earthenware kettle sits on the stove, its spout emitting thin, white steam that mingles with the aroma of charcoal fire and permeates the area around the tea table.

A soft "gurgling" sound came from the bottom of the kettle, and fine bubbles had already risen to the surface of the water.

"Fish eyes are boiling!"

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early!"

Luo Gu chuckled, looked at Daye, and said, "Daye, you're in luck! The heat is just right now, perfect for brewing Phoenix Dancong tea."

After he finished speaking, he picked up a teapot from the tea tray beside him.

The teapot is a flat, round pot made of Zhuni clay, with a glossy finish and the three tiny characters "Mi Lan Xiang" engraved on the knob.

This is an old teapot that Luo Gu acquired in Chaozhou last year. He held the lid with his fingertips and poured half a pot of boiling water into the pot.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, the hot water swirled along the side of the teapot before being poured into the tea pitcher, instantly releasing a burst of steam.

He warmed the three white porcelain covered bowls placed next to the tea tray, then took out tea leaves from the tin can.

The tightly rolled leaves of Dancong tea have a deep brown color, with a hint of honey yellow on the edges.

When the tea leaves are put into the pot, you can hear the soft sound of them falling to the bottom. They fill exactly one-third of the pot.

The first step is to rinse the tea.

Boiling water is poured high down, the water flow makes an arc at the spout of the kettle, the tea leaves turn over in the hot water, and immediately the fragrance of orchid mixed with the sweetness of honey wafts out.

After steeping for no more than three seconds, he lifted the pot and poured out the tea. The tea soup was a light golden color and flowed down the spout into the tea tray, rinsing away the remaining tea leaves.

The second brewing is the proper steeping.

This time, the water was poured slowly, with boiling water gradually filling the kettle along the side. When the lid was put on, I gently pressed my fingertip on the rim of the lid and waited for about fifteen seconds.

When he lifted the teapot, his wrist sank slightly, and the spout was lowered towards the gaiwan. The tea soup flowed out in a thin stream, its color a little darker than before, like melted amber.

As it landed at the bottom of the bowl, it made a soft "tinkling" sound.

The first cup was handed to the guest, Dayezai, by Luogu: "Try it, this is last year's winter tea, the honey aroma can be smelled at the bottom."

As they were talking, another spark flew from the charcoal stove, and the steam from the kettle became even thicker.

Luo Gu poured himself and Ahui each a cup, then put the empty pot back by the stove.

He placed his fingertips on the kettle to test the temperature, then reached out and stirred the charcoal in the burner to make the fire more even.

When brewing Dancong tea, it's crucial to avoid sudden changes in water temperature. The charcoal fire must be kept at a constant, gentle boil to bring out the orchid and honey aromas from the tea leaves.

The tea smelled delicious, but Da Yezai only took a sip before putting down his teacup and looking at the drum and gong: "Uncle Drum and Gong, I'm here to discuss a big business deal."

Big business!
Big Brother is right about this; now the whole of Hong Kong knows that the White-headed Eagle is up to something big.

Luo Gu sipped his tea in silence, needing to stay alert and see what cards Da Ye Zai, sitting opposite him, had up his sleeve.

"Now all the gangsters know that you, Boss White Eagle, are making money off Handsome Sing. This deal is clearly Handsome Sing's way to make money."

"You're a double agent, sabotaging Handsome Sheng's money-making scheme. Aren't you afraid Handsome Sheng will give you a cement coffin?"

Seeing that the bigwigs of the Bai family remained silent, Ahui spoke first, urging Daye to make his point clearer. Since they were going to cooperate now, they couldn't hold back or keep anything to themselves.

"I'm scared! Of course I'm scared! I'm terrified! But what I'm most afraid of is not even having food to eat!"

Da Ye took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette in front of the gongs and drums, gave a bitter smile, and continued, "After serving a few years in prison, all I got out was an empty title of 'red stick' (a political rank).

"When I started out in the underworld, Handsome Sheng was still a blue lantern, not yet burning incense in the incense burner in the water room."

"To have to beg for food from young people now, what a pathetic sight!"

Luo Gu chuckled, put down his teacup, and said, "Life is like the lottery; you can't win every time."

"But then again, even if you're having a run of bad luck, it will eventually come to an end. If you win just one lottery ticket, your life will be completely turned around."

"It seems you already know the winning numbers?!"

I do know the winning numbers!

Da Ye smiled smugly and said bluntly, without hiding anything, "Uncle Luogu, everyone says that your Dongxing Society is the boldest."

"I want to work with someone daring right now. Handsome Sheng got a batch of goods from Ninth Sister, the top-grade Dragon Balls."

"This batch of goods is to be sold to Shuiluwang Biaojin. The exact quantity is unclear, but it is a container."

"This is only the first batch of goods. The second batch has not yet arrived, but it will be at least one container."

"How about we cooperate and make a fortune together?" "No one knows where the goods are right now, not Liangzai Sheng, Jiu Guniang, or Biaojin. Only Baitouying and I know."

Handsome Sheng, the future double-flower red stick of Shui Fang, is indeed a shrew. He actually became the dealer and sold pork with Shui Lu Wang Biao Jin.

Two containers of goods, at least several tons of pork, that's no small business.

People are not rich without windfall, and horses are neither night nor fat.

What seniority does Da Ye hold? In the water room, or in the martial arts world, he has no say.

Even if things go smoothly, this loser will only get scraps, and of course, that depends on how he treats people.

Da Yezi is just a young man who can't make decisions. As long as he knows where the goods are, he can send this bastard to meet the King of Hell.

The man holding the gong and drum was clutching a sandalwood bracelet, his face beaming with smiles.

After the deed is done, neither the Water House nor the Number Gang will let it go. It would be perfect to pin the blame on Big Yee.

"If it remains silent, it will be for nothing; but when it does, it will be a sensation!"

Luo Gu put the bracelet back on and gave Da Ye a thumbs up: "However, Da Ye, you can't prove it with just words! How do I know if you really know where the goods are?"

"Mobilizing men now requires real money; if the henchmen are short even a penny, they won't even get up to move their chairs."

"You'd better give me some real skills before I'm willing to go through fire and water with you."

He stubbed out the red cigarette in his hand into the ashtray in front of him. Da Ye had long anticipated that Luo Gu wouldn't easily believe him.

He pulled out the evidence from his backpack: a jar of Professor J's chili sauce.

Seeing the jar of chili peppers on the table, Luo Gu knew there must be something special about it, so he nodded to Ahui and asked him to open the jar.

"Wait a moment!"

Having witnessed the power of this Mexican hot sauce, Daye quickly stopped Ahui from opening the jar.

"What? Are you trying to pull some tricks on me?"

Luo Gu's face immediately fell, and he looked at Da Yezai with a sneer: "You've made this plane a bit too big!"

Upon seeing the unfriendly look on Luo Gu's face, Da Ye realized that the old man had misunderstood. He quickly explained, "This contains Mexican hot sauce, which is very potent."

"I only took a tiny sniff, and my eyes welled up with tears, snot, and saliva—it was such a mess!"

One jar of chili sauce can make you snot, tears, and saliva come out!

Is there any kind of overpowering chili sauce?
Having weathered countless storms and waves, if I were to be intimidated by a tiny jar of chili sauce, I'd have no face left to live in the world.

"Pounce on its mother!"

“Uncle, I’ve seen all sorts of storms. Ah Hui, open the jar.”

Luo Gu simply couldn't believe that such a potent chili sauce existed in the world, so he told Ahui to make it.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to hide by the window. I'm scared of this hot sauce."

Seeing that Luo Gu wouldn't listen to reason, Da Ye had no choice but to stand up, run to the office window, open it to get some fresh air, and then let A Hui do it.

Ah Hui was also bewildered by Da Ye's actions, but he couldn't disobey the boss's words. He took out the dagger he carried with him and stabbed it directly into the metal lid of the chili sauce.

Although it was just a small opening, the pungent smell of chili sauce still permeated the entire office.

Seeing that something was wrong, Da Ye immediately stuck his head out of the window and stopped breathing the air in the office.

The pungent smell of chili sauce and the stimulating drumbeats made my vision blur and tears immediately welled up in my eyes. Ah Hui was also affected and kept coughing.

It took the three of them five or six minutes to get used to the spiciness. Ah Hui covered his mouth and nose before he pried open the jar of chili sauce and took out the blue blood wrapped in plastic wrap.

None of the three of them dared to leave the chili sauce jar in the office for long. After removing the blue blood, they called over their henchmen to throw the jar of chili sauce out.

Ahui began inspecting the goods. He opened the packaging, took out a little blue blood, put it into a test tube, and shook it vigorously.

Three minutes later, the liquid in the test tube turned red.

Ah Hui handed the test tube to the big boss, Luo Gu, so that he could take a good look at it.

After taking the test tube, Luo Gu glanced at it and tossed it onto the tea table. He then scraped a bit of powder off the blue blood crystal and smelled it.

After confirming everything was correct, he finally spoke, "The goods are fine, Da Ye Zai, how would you like to cooperate?"

Luo Gu tore off a tissue, wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and asked Da Ye how they planned to cooperate.

"A deposit of ten million, and I want thirty million after the deal is done."

Daye also made an outrageous demand, asking for an exorbitant price.

Ten million!

If I had ten million, I wouldn't be out here hustling and making a living through shady dealings.

Gong Gu sneered, shook his head, and joked, "Where would I get ten million for you?"

"Uncle, if I had ten million, I would have gone to Australia long ago and enjoyed life with that foreign hag."

"Besides, I have no idea where you got this jar of chili sauce."

“These days, the underworld is full of con artists. Who knows if you’re in cahoots with these honest guys to set us up?”

"Show some sincerity in your work. If you really know where these goods are hidden, I guarantee I'll give you this amount. But if you make me work for nothing, you'll definitely be in trouble."

"I won't give up my head as a woman until I see the goods."

He got a ten million deposit just by opening his mouth. Even in his wildest dreams, Da Ye never imagined such a good thing would happen.

In business, especially in shady dealings, the rule is to ask for exorbitant prices and then haggle over them.

“Sure! I’m sincere! Once I see the goods, I want ten million silver dollars.”

Da Ye agreed with Luo Gu's idea and wanted to finalize the deposit with this old scoundrel.

“My men will check the goods and make sure there are no problems. I’ll give you five million first, and then I’ll give you the remaining five million once the goods are loaded onto the truck.”

"As for the remaining 30 million, I'll make up the difference after everything is done, even if it means selling everything I own." Luo Gu didn't try to bargain and nodded in agreement.

Da Ye nodded, indicating that it was acceptable and that this was fair.

"Drip drip"

The pager on his waist beeped, and Daye quickly took it off. After getting Luo Gu's permission, he went to his desk and borrowed the landline in Luo Gu's office to call the telecommunications company.

"The second batch of goods is ready!"

Da Ye put down the microphone and looked at the gongs and drums with a smug expression.

Upon hearing that the second batch of goods was about to arrive, Luo Gu walked to the safe, entered the password, opened the safe, and took out a stack of large gold bulls from inside.

"Here's 100,000 yuan. I'll pay for tonight's bill, Uncle."

They placed 100,000 yuan in front of Daye, and gongs and drums patted Daye on the shoulder, telling him to relax.

Da Ye didn't stand on ceremony and stuffed the 100,000 yuan into his jacket pocket. He stood up and said, "The White Eagle told me to go back. That's all for now. I'll let Ahui know if there's any news."

"We're all in the same boat now, so don't be shy. Stay, no need to see me off!"

After finishing his sentence, Da Ye opened the office door, preparing to return to Kowloon City.

Sitting in the chair, Ah Hui saw Da Ye leave and immediately said, "Boss, are you really going to give this loser five million?"

"This is no small sum; we simply can't get it from the accounts, and we might even have to borrow some from loan sharks."

Ah Hui is the head of the team. He may not know how much money is in the safe, but he knows exactly how much is in the company's accounts.

"Of course we should give it to him! A person should keep their word!"

Gong Gu picked up the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke from his nostrils. He said coldly, "But I'm not giving it to him, I'm burning it for him."

“A traitor is a criminal, and everyone has the right to kill him. I helped the waterworks get rid of a menace, and I’ll give you two containers of blue blood as payment. Even if Shenxianjin finds out, he can only accept his fate.”

"Send someone to keep a close eye on that scoundrel Daye. If we know in advance where he hid the goods, we won't have to play along with this double agent anymore!"

“Call the brothel guys. These are unfamiliar faces. Even if the brothel wants to investigate, it will take a long time.”

Upon hearing the boss's instructions, Ahui immediately stood up, said "I know!" and turned to leave.

The man with the gong and drum stubbed out his cigarette, which he had only taken two puffs of, and hummed, "The perilous passes of Xiaoshan hide elite troops; they'll surely bury the Qin army at the bottom of the valley."

Late that night, Daye received the second batch of blue blood and transported it to the Oak International Wharf area, storing it in warehouse B.

(End of this chapter)