Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 782, Section 372: The beginning and end must be handled well.

Professor J stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself, at his haggard face, and sighed.

I stayed up all night to pack my luggage. I've lived in Hong Kong for ten years now, and I have so many odds and ends to carry.

Ten years have passed, and we are separated by life and death. I try not to think of you, but I can't forget you!

Life, at most, is only seven or eight decades. After spending ten years here, there are just too many things and people I miss.

A hundred years of life pass like a dream, and looking back on the past is truly lamentable.

Spring arrives today, but flowers will wither tomorrow; hastily, I drink my cup as night falls and the lamp is extinguished.

Professor J suddenly remembered that before the big shot practiced silent meditation, he often quoted this poem written by Ma Zhiyuan.

What's past cannot be retained, and what's gone cannot be retrieved!

Boss, sister-in-law, second sister is imprisoned, and third sister has been killed by godfather to silence her.

Professor J shook her head, banishing these pointless thoughts from her mind, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

She first took out a white soap with the Guerlain logo in gold foil from the wicker basket. It was the Guerlain Imperial Water matching facial soap.

The soap bar was still mostly intact, its edges softened by the warm water. Professor J turned on the brass faucet, and the cold water made her fingertips recoil.

She rubbed the facial soap a few times, applied the foam to her face, and washed away the oil.

After washing his face, Professor J dried it with a towel and then threw the towel into the trash can.

After wiping her face clean, she first reached out and picked up the light blue moisturizing lotion on the left side; the bottle felt slightly cool against her palm.

She pressed her thumb twice on the pump head, and the clear lotion fell onto her fingertips. She then used her index, middle, and ring fingers together to apply it in circular motions from the inside of her cheeks outwards.

Professor J is also a skincare expert. When avoiding the eye area, she deliberately reduced the pressure with her fingertips, and when she reached the jawline, she gently lowered her wrist to rub the lotion into the area where the ear meets the neck.

Finally, rub your hands together to warm them, then cover your cheeks and hold for three seconds to allow the residual warmth to aid absorption.

After applying the lotion, she first raised her eyebrows in front of the mirror to see the direction of her brow bone before picking up the eyebrow pencil.

The eyebrow pencil is dark brown with a very fine tip. I started drawing from the inner third of the eyebrow, the lines as light as feathers.

Slightly raise the brow at the brow peak, then lower it until the brow tail aligns with the outer corner of the eye.

After finishing the drawing, I used a brow brush to comb through my eyebrows, breaking up any clumps. Finally, I used my fingertip to apply some loose powder to my brow bone to make the eyebrows more even.

Today is a trading day, so heavy makeup is not suitable.

Professor J picked up the lipstick; it was a dusty rose color, a Yves Saint Laurent Rouge Pur Couture lipstick, and the formula was very moisturizing.

She first pursed her lips in front of the mirror, then started applying the product from the center of her lips, spreading it outwards towards the corners. When she reached the corners, she gently reduced the pressure to avoid applying it outside the designated area.

After applying the lipstick, gently pat your lips with your fingertips to even out the color. Then, take a tissue and gently press it against your lips to remove excess oil and make the lipstick last longer.

After finishing her makeup, she first put her eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow palette, and lipstick back into her vanity case, then walked out of the bathroom and packed the vanity case into a suitcase.

A gray tracksuit was draped over the sofa; the top was a hooded sweatshirt, and the bottoms were jogger pants.

She ripped off her pajamas and threw them on the ground. She put on her underwear first, then quickly slipped on her sports jacket, pulling the hem flat.

He stepped one foot into the leg of his sweatpants, lifted it up over his waist, and then slipped the other foot in.

The hair tie slid from her wrist to her palm, quickly tying up her hair, and casually brushing stray hairs behind her ears.

Finally, he grabbed his sneakers, tapped the heels on the threshold, and stomped in. As he stood up, he casually grabbed his sports bag from the side of the door.

Inside the sports bag was a short-barreled Browning M1911 pistol. Professor J removed the magazine and saw that it contained seven yellow bullets.

She reloaded the magazine, fastened the safety, and raised the Browning M1911 pistol with both hands, pointing the muzzle at the doorway.

“Crack.”

The door opened, and Trash walked in, head down, yawning. He looked up and saw Professor J staring at him, holding a short dog.

"Fourth Miss, it's not good for your health to act crazy so early in the morning."

"Trash" muttered a complaint, then stepped forward, pressed Professor J's gun down, and put it back into the sports bag she had just been carrying.

The henchmen following behind Trash Chicken went into the room and carried all the large suitcases off the floor.

"Miss, the equipment hasn't been touched. Your luggage has already been packed. We didn't use our vehicle; we used the vehicle from the potato chip processing plant on the fifteenth floor."

"Your equipment and luggage will be transported to Victoria Harbour. The ship is ready. I will board the ship first, and when the time comes, I will go with the ship to Tsing Yi to pick you up and leave."

At this point, Trash snapped his fingers, signaling a burly man standing at the entrance to come in.

The man had Southeast Asian features. He walked up to Professor J, nodded politely, and said in broken Mandarin, "Hello, Ms. J."

"Fourth Miss, this is Pieva, who has worked with the eldest young master before. He is in charge of your safety. If anything goes wrong, his family will avenge you and him."

“I have paid the full amount as required by the rules, and the contract is now officially in effect. The Litana Wu family has already sworn a blood oath in the mourning hall to guarantee your safety, Fourth Miss.”

"If anything happens to you, Miss Fourth, the Li Tana Martial Family will do everything in its power to find the mastermind behind it and avenge you."

"Shrimp Boy, take your tools and follow Fourth Miss, and listen to her orders."

Trash introduced Professor J to the bodyguards he had arranged: one was a master from a well-known bodyguard family in Bangkok, and the other was a gunman trained by the Pink Gang.

Shrimp, who was smoking at the door, quickly threw his cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and strode into the room, saying, "Fourth Brother."

Professor J is the youngest and ranks fourth, followed by Professor A, Professor K (the second sister), and the Nine-Tailed Fox (the third sister).

Therefore, the brothers in the fan club all call Professor J "Fourth Brother", meaning the Four Great Bosses.

Shopee was originally an employee of a shooting club. He secretly learned to shoot, hoping to earn money by competing. However, shooting competitions only allowed foreigners to participate, and Chinese people were not allowed to sign up.

This scoundrel was a gambling addict who secretly sold training peanuts. Professor A somehow found out about him, took him in, and helped him pay off his gambling debts.

Professors A and K are now in jail, so the pink file is now under Professor J's jurisdiction.

The brothers in the pink-clad gang, seeing that someone had taken over as leader and that they could receive their daily settlement allowance on time, no longer cared about changing leaders and followed Professor J's orders. "You blind fool! What an idiot! Call him Fourth Brother, call him Boss!"

The trash was rolling his eyes so hard they were practically touching the sky. This loser next to him was utterly clueless, even getting the address wrong. He was hopeless.

Shopee realized he had misspoke and quickly explained, "Boss, I misspoke, sorry!"

"fine!"

Professor J didn't care about the nicknames the henchmen used. She walked to her desk, picked up two file folders, and went back to Trash, Shrimp, and Pieva.

"I entrust my safety to you two."

Professor J handed the two file folders in his hands to Shrimp and Pieva in front of him.

Without any formalities, the two took the file folders with both hands, stepped aside, and got to work.

Professor J had already moved all the suitcases that were on the floor. She glanced at the empty room and said, "Now, let the cleaning company come in."

"There shouldn't be any hair or fingerprints in this room. The cleaning company knows exactly how to do it."

Who will stay behind?

Trash waved his hand, signaling Shrimp and Pieva to move away, then covered his mouth and said, "Little P, stay here. The resettlement allowance has already been paid."

"Only P's mother and wife know; P himself is unaware."

"There were 30 kilograms of goods left in the factory. I just secretly slipped him a bag of blue blood. He's hiding in the bathroom now, cooking pork and acting like a pilot."

Thirty kilograms of goods!
That's enough for him to be hanged.

The cops won't let Little P off the hook, even if he's not the main culprit, even if he confesses everything.

The gang's lawyers will intervene and have Little P sign a plea agreement in exchange for a reduced sentence.

Since Xiao P's family has already accepted the resettlement fee, it doesn't count as breaking the rules of the underworld. Once you accept the resettlement fee, you have to swallow the blame and take the fall.

Furthermore, Little P has been a cult member for two or three years, and his brain has long been damaged by high levels of hormones. As soon as pork is cut off, his body will collapse and he won't be able to hold on for more than a few months.

We have to leave some gifts for the cops; after all, they're all guests.

"not good!"

Professor J shook his head, pulled the trash aside, and said softly, "Leave one sweet potato for Little P to see him off."

“Little P has been with us for too long, he must know some secrets. For the safety of our brothers, it’s best to keep him quiet.”

The kitchen has potatoes, and if the kitchen discovers them, the cooks will immediately choose to fight to the death.

The raw materials alone would be enough to keep them in the ancestral hall for life; if they're unlucky, they might even end up on the gallows.

Instead of spending your days in the ancestral hall or in jail, why not have a quick and painless end? Trash Chicken nodded, indicating that he would do it and make sure Little P shut up and wouldn't implicate anyone else.

Professor J patted Trash on the shoulder and continued, "Trash, you should leave now. There are quite a few unfamiliar faces outside; the cops have probably noticed the Divine Might Building."

"Take this walkie-talkie, I'll use it to contact you."

"Within a straight-line distance of 30 kilometers, we can maintain unimpeded communication."

Professor J picked up a four-pound walkie-talkie from his desk, a Motorola GM300 car walkie-talkie, and handed it to the scoundrel.

The walkie-talkie is large, but the battery is small, lasting less than an hour, and requires a special power cord.

The ship's generator was just what was needed; once plugged in, communication was possible.

"Turn the channel to 1, and speak only after you hear my voice."

"Let's go! See you at sea!"

Professor J patted Trash on the shoulder, telling him to go ahead and that she would handle the rest.

Trash found a designer bag that Professor J didn't want, struggled to put the Motorola GM300 car radio into the bag, and then left with a few trusted henchmen.

Professor J walked out of the room and into his laboratory, with Shrimp and Pieva following closely behind.

The sophisticated instruments in the laboratory had all been moved out, leaving only desks and chairs. The assistants left in batches after completing the last batch of goods.

They should all be wearing tour group hats now, boarding planes, heading to Edo, Japan.

At Harumi Wharf in Edo, they would board their already renovated cargo ships together and begin installing equipment and setting up new kitchens.

"Big guy!"

A man in a casual jacket walked into the laboratory, approached Professor J, and greeted him respectfully.

He glanced at Shrimp and Pieva, and seeing that Professor J remained silent, he said softly, "Boss, everything is arranged."

"Little P was already having a blast, so I just tied the sweet potato to his body."

"I'll be the last one to leave, to make sure everything goes smoothly."

Professor J nodded to indicate that she understood. She opened the drawer of her desk, took out a thick stack of large gold bulls, and placed them on the table.

"The cleaning company will be here soon. Have these bastards take care of all the fingerprints and hair, so the cops don't have any evidence against us."

"After you see Little P off on his final journey, you should fly to California, and we'll meet there."

"Contact me by pager. I'll call you as soon as I arrive."

Professor J paused for a moment, then continued, "If I don't hear from you, don't bother me. Just pretend I'm gone."

"Take the settlement allowance, pick a woman, and settle down to live a quiet life!"

"Forget everything that has happened over the years!"

The man in the jacket nodded, indicating that he understood, and then turned and left the lab.

(End of this chapter)