Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 102: Men are afraid of choosing the wrong career, and women are also afraid of choosing the wrong career!

Miss Do, who has not appeared in several chapters, is very busy. She is busy flirting with Xi Pao and busy peeling apples for her bedridden brother Xi Pao.

As a bootlicker, Xi Pao, seeing the goddess of his dreams taking care of him meticulously, the little intelligence left in his head flew to Java.

Not to mention that Do had an apple in his hand, even if it was arsenic, he would drink it without hesitation.

Every man lacks attention, especially the attention from his loved one.

Xi Pao was so immersed in the gentleness of the moment that the pain in his body became insignificant as he ate the peeled apple pieces with a smile on his face.

"Do sister, it's getting late, why don't you start working?"

"I'm trying to find a new way to make money with the big boss recently. If I can get the money, I'll support you."

Just a few words revealed his true nature as a bootlicker. If Xi Pao's ears could stand up and there was a mirror in front of him, he would definitely see Hasbenha, a real scum among men.

"No rush, there's still an hour left. I can just take the subway back to Tsim Sha Tsui then."

Do put the peeled apples into a plate beside him, then picked up a piece with a fruit knife and handed it to Xi Pao who was lying on the bed.

"I'll pay for the taxi fare. You've been taking care of me for the past two days, so you still have to pay for the taxi fare."

Xi Pao's arm was smashed into four pieces by Big Brother Cheng's fire axe. He was sweating in pain every time he moved. Liansheng is a powerful organization. Yiqun is like Xinji. As long as you pay the membership fee, you can become a member of the organization.

But just like Xinji, if something happens to you, you have to bear it yourself. If the society has problems, you must be available at any time. If you make money, you have to share it with the society.

On the surface, there seems to be no benefit in joining a gang and becoming a member of the underworld, but the gray industries that make money in Hong Kong are all dominated by major companies. If you are not a member of a gang, you can't even sell hookah or pirated videotapes.

The boss of Xi Pao is Di Gaojiu, who runs a business of pirated videotapes. He cannot afford to offend Cheng, the boss of He Liansheng. He Liansheng has five big brothers, each of whom has hundreds of thugs under him, and their places are all over Yau Tsim Mong.

Their own gang leaders dared not to provoke He Liansheng. If they angered He Liansheng, they would not even be able to do their piracy business.

"Brother Pao, I have something to ask of you!"

"A boss knows about your relationship with me and wants my help. He wants you to attend Brother Hongtai's funeral tomorrow to support the big mouth duck. After the matter is completed, he promised to give you a sum of money."

"Brother Hongtai helped me before. Even without this money, I would still go to the funeral and eat my fill. If you go and show your attitude, the boss behind you is willing to pay 30,000 yuan and give you a share of the wealth."

"Brother Pao, please think about it."

Sincerity is the most perfect lie. Do did not lie, she just exaggerated. The source of wealth was fake and the money was taken from her own share.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Your benefactor is my benefactor! When drinking water, remember the person who dug the well!"

"Tomorrow is Brother Hongtai's funeral. I will crawl to it even if I have to. Besides, there is a wheelchair, so I can have someone push me there."

Xi Pao is a man of the world and has seen all kinds of things. He can just listen to these words and not take them seriously. However, as long as he shows up at the charity cemetery, he can get an appearance fee. It would be foolish not to go for such a good thing.

When Do heard that Xi Pao was willing to attend Hong Tai's funeral and agreed to help Da Kou Ya, she smiled slightly. It was almost the same as she expected, so she opened her handbag, took out 20,000 yuan, and put it on the bedside table. Pay the deposit first, then the final payment, this is the customary rule in the underworld.

When he saw Qian's thin gun, his eyes lit up. He knew he would need at least one or two months to raise the money before he could start working. The gangsters who followed him were all pirated disc dealers. Some of them had their limbs broken by Big Brother Cheng and needed money to resettle.

If I don't have this money, I will have to ask the boss to raise some for me.

He reached out and took the money in his hand, pressed it under the pillow, and said happily: "Do sister, don't worry, I will be there on time tomorrow and will definitely give face to the big duck."

Do nodded. Feiying had already been notified. In exchange for only 5,000 yuan as an appearance fee, he was willing to take a dozen of his men and take a boat from the New Territories to Kowloon.

She helped Tian Si deal with these two groups of people, and she felt at ease taking the money.

However, this was not her ultimate purpose of staying with Xi Pao for two days. She had had enough of the days of being a singer and dancer. Mommy needed capital. She had no backing and no support from her boss, so there was no way she could gain a foothold in the entertainment industry.

There are only a few ways out for dancers and singers. If they can't become a madam or a foreman, they can only find a rich man and become a mistress. Otherwise, when they are old and ugly, they can only go to the stable and become the cheapest prostitutes.

She is no longer young and must find a new path, a different path.

"Brother Pao, I want to join the Yiqun."

Do's words scared Xi Pao, who was lying on the hospital bed. He didn't expect that Do, at his age, didn't want to get married, have children and live a normal life, but instead joined a gang, went to the docks and lived in the underworld.

The reason why Xi Pao joined the Yi group was because he was born in Kowloon Walled City. His father was a dead friend who was bitten to death by wild dogs when he grew up. His mother worked in a fire-color box factory in Kowloon Walled City and could only earn a dozen dollars a day, which was not enough to buy rice.

Although Kowloon Walled City is only the size of eight football fields, it is also a miniature society with restaurants, clinics, schools for all age groups, dozens of handicraft factories and all the living institutions that normal citizens need.

Even ordinary citizens in Kowloon who could not afford to go to regular clinics or see dentists would go to the Medical Street in Kowloon Walled City to have their teeth extracted and get medical treatment.

All of them are doctors from the mainland. Because they did not go to church schools, they could not get their academic qualifications recognized in Hong Kong and legally obtain a medical license, so they all ran to Kowloon Walled City to open illegal clinics.

To put it bluntly, Kowloon Walled City is just a large slum!

As for the public security situation, it is well known that slums and good public security are two straight lines that will never intersect.

Foreigners cannot enter the Kowloon Walled City, so these black doctors can open their own clinics and charge half the price than outside, but they have to pay regulatory fees.

Xi Pao only studied until the third grade and then officially graduated, because the free education provided by the Tung Wah Kwok Schools and the Po Leung Kuk only went up to the third grade.

He spent the next decade or so wandering around until his mother could no longer work. Then he joined a group of rebels in Kowloon Walled City and followed the leader of the Baimen, Di Gaojiu.

Then the big boss Di Gaojiu was driven out of Kowloon Walled City, and he followed him out. It was not until the big boss found a way to make money by selling pirated discs that he was able to gain a foothold in the underworld. He then took his mother out of the walled city and moved to Yuen Long.

If he had a choice, he would never join a gang or join the underworld, as this is a road of no return.

The reason why my father became my dead friend was because he went out to rob a dock and had his hands and feet broken. The society only gave him 100 yuan for resettlement, which was not enough for medical treatment, so he had to rely on Miss Bai. After a while, he couldn't quit smoking anymore.

(End of this chapter)