Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 105: Lively Funeral (Online)
Chi Mengli stood in front of the mirror, adjusted his clothes, thought about it, and decided to tie the tie in his hand. He was not very good at tying a tie, but he knew how to tie a red scarf.

There is no difference between the two, but the gangsters don't know the difference anyway.

Bo Xidong sat on the sofa, yawning, looking half dead.

After the banquet and the night market yesterday, I was planning to go home and take a nap, but Xiaomei said she hadn’t been to a disco for a long time and insisted on going. My dear brother had never been there either, so we went to the disco and played until late at night.

"Brother Sheng, I heard that Hei Ah Hu went to the clinic last night. He might have syphilis. This guy is like Ah Beng barking at a dog. The more he barks, the more he walks away. He is so unlucky!"

"Why don't we let Hei Ah Hu, the loser, guard the house while I accompany you, Brother Sheng, to attend Hong Tai's funeral."

Spinach picked up the orange juice on the coffee table, peeled it open with his fingernails, then took a bite of the flesh, and the juice splashed everywhere.

"Pujie, you are a celebrity now, but you ate an orange and it broke everywhere, you idiot."

"Hei Ah Hu must go. Donglian Society is very angry. Do we want them to bite me?"

"The purpose of the artillery is to attract firepower."

"You're making a big movie every day! Are you still going to do business? I think you're crazy. You're always thinking about fighting and killing. What's the connection between the garbage truck and the truck?"

Chi Mengli threw the toilet paper next to the mirror to Bo Xidong and asked about the trucks and garbage trucks that he was most concerned about.

"I've found out. Shuiche Niu can get a batch of obsolete military trucks. They're 5,000 each, the price of scrap metal. But these trucks have been sitting there for ten years, so they need to be repaired when they're shipped back."

"If you want to register, you need to add one thousand per car."

"Brother Sheng, I have informed the stalls, restaurants, property management, and entertainment venues on the site, and they all agreed. Zhang Dazhang is still drafting the contract. I will sign it when it comes out."

"Yau Ma Tei is now a garbage dump, full of flies, and even the locals don't want to come here."

"Brother Sheng, the timing and opportunity you found is absolutely amazing!"

"However, it is up to you, Brother Sheng, to decide how to charge. Many stall owners are still very concerned about this. If the garbage disposal fee is too high, these losers will complain again."

The streets are littered with garbage, and rats and flies are everywhere. The Chief Secretary doesn't care about Kowloon Island. The foreigners' garbage disposal company cooperates with the property management company and only takes care of high-end communities.

But each household needs 130 yuan, and businesses need 3,000 yuan per month, and residents are also required to do the sorting themselves.

It is expensive and troublesome. The property management companies of tenement buildings and housing estate apartments usually cannot even collect the basic property management fees, let alone the garbage disposal fees.

Chi Mengli adjusted his tie, then glanced at the time. Seeing that it was almost time, he took out a Double Happiness cigarette from his cigarette box and lit it up: "Let's buy four cars first, and after they are registered, we will send them to Xige's repair shop."

"We should take care of our own business. Let him find some thin iron plates to seal the carriage from front to back, left to right, top to bottom, and spray the company's name on the outside of the carriage."

"The garbage disposal company can recruit people now. We will start with eight workers. If the business develops in the future, we will continue to recruit people."

"As for the drivers, ask your brothers. If they are old and want to pursue a legitimate career, arrange for them to be drivers. Every gangster has a driver's license, so they don't have to learn how to drive."

"Go order special sacks, no plastic bags, the kind used for rice. They don't have to be too big or too thick. There are two sizes, one large and one small."

"Since they are disposable, the color of the bag should be eye-catching, preferably dark green or blue."

"It would be best if it could be recognized at a glance. Find a designer from an advertising company and ask them to design an icon for the garbage disposal company and print it on the garbage bags."

"The garbage fee for residents in the housing estate is $30 per household per month. They are given 10 large bags and 15 small bags. When they are all used up, they have to pay for new ones. The small bags cost $1 and the large bags cost $2."

"Don't talk to the residents, talk directly to the property management company. Discuss the fees with the property management company and ask them to prepare a single garbage room. We can just put a mobile garbage truck there."

"Tanglou users pay 50 yuan for the same number of bags, and are given baskets that can be left at the gate, and we will collect them on time."

"As for stalls and tea restaurants, they have to deal with food waste. They have two packages, one for sorting and one for not sorting. The waste disposal fee for sorting is 300 yuan per month, and the one for not sorting is 500 yuan."

"It's the same for restaurants and entertainment venues. If you sort your own garbage, the disposal fee is 800 yuan, and if you don't sort it, it's 1,000 yuan."

"Have you chosen the location for the waste treatment plant?"

Chi Mengli was talking until his mouth was dry. He pressed the Red Double Happiness cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and asked about the problem of the garbage disposal plant.

After eating the orange spinach, I tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped the juice off my hands, but the juice was a bit sticky and couldn't be wiped clean. It seemed like I had to wash my hands.

He threw the toilet paper in his hand into the trash can, crossed his legs, and said happily: "Brother Sheng, the factory in Tuen Mun is very cheap. If you buy a factory building, it only costs 20,000 yuan. If you add the land, it will cost 40,000 yuan."

"I have already paid the deposit and agreed to go to Luo's Law Firm to sign the contract in five days."

"The parking lot has been doing good business recently. I think the numbers these days should be enough. But Brother Sheng, we are in black. I wonder if Uncle Sheng will cause us trouble."

To be honest, Bocai Dong was a little scared of the blatant black-letter numbers, fearing that Zhashu would come to check the accounts and cause trouble.

"There are more than a dozen halls in the water room, and each one is unclear. Don't be afraid. From now on, the number of parking spaces will only be 50,000 yuan, not a cent more."

"If something goes wrong, I'll take care of it."

If you want to be greedy for the money that starts with the digit, you can be greedy. When Robin was still there, the amount handed in for parking registration was only thirty or twenty thousand every month. Neither Bai Gusheng nor Shenxianjin said anything.

Chi Mengli is also following suit. He has no money but his life.

"There's no need for Brother Sheng to take the blame. If the truth comes out, I, Bocaidong, will be the first to step forward."

When Bo Xidong heard Chi Mengli say this, he immediately said that he would take responsibility if anything happened. Anyway, he was in charge of the parking lot, so it couldn't be blamed on the boss of the gang.

The truth is revealed?

Do not make jokes!
As long as he still has power and has enough henchmen under him, the gang leader will turn a blind eye even if he knows that he has cheated the gang leader.

Chi Mengli walked to the window and found five vans parked on the street. Hei Ahu, also wearing a black suit, was leaning against the railing smoking.

It's time to go!
Bo Xidong was in charge of mopping the floor, while Chi Mengli brought Xizi, Ji Mi and the other four boys out of Hongsheng Bird House.

The short mules in the water room across the street saw the gang leader appear, and they all straightened their backs and shouted loudly: "Brother Sheng."

"Brother Sheng!"

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Early in the morning, a group of gangsters greeted loudly. The scene was indeed shocking. Chi Mengli waved his hand, signaling his short men to keep a low profile.

No wonder the young people in Hong Kong all want to be the big brother of the underworld, to hold power in the world when awake, to sleep on the lap of a beautiful woman when drunk, and to be the focus of everyone wherever they go. For young people with overflowing hormones, it is indeed irresistible.

However, uniformed soldiers of the PTU Mobile Unit were also standing on the streets, and anti-gangster troops from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau were also on high alert. If the gangsters in the bathroom made any excessive moves, they would be handcuffed immediately.

Chi Mengli certainly wouldn't give these people a chance to take action. He put on his sunglasses and walked straight towards the lead car.

Xizai quickly opened the door of the van at the front desk. There were many people going this time, so Chi Mengli did not drive the Toyota Supra-A40 as it would be too eye-catching. The only shining protagonist at the funeral should be the one lying in the coffin.

The neighbors had already opened their windows, and were all looking out at the gangsters on the street. Many little boys were looking at the scene outside the window with fiery eyes, imagining that they would be even more powerful than the handsome guy in the future.

"Ah Hu, let's go."

Chi Mengli said softly and got into the van.

Hei Ah Hu, who had received the painkiller injection, still looked pale, but he looked much more energetic. With a wave of his hand, he asked all the thugs from the Yau Ma Tei gang to get in the car and head to the Kowloon Funeral Home in Tai Kok Tsui.

Chi Mengli was sitting in the seat. When Hop Sang saw that the boss was already seated, he honked the horn, started the van, and drove towards Tai Kok Tsui.

Kowloon Funeral Home is the Xiao family's business, located near Sham Shui Po. It is the preferred place for the final journey of Hong Kong film and television stars, Chinese tycoons, and underworld celebrities.

Asia-Pacific film queen Lin Dai, classical beauty, movie star Lotte.

This is not the most important event. The farewell ceremony for the world Kung Fu superstar Bruce Lee was held in the Kowloon Funeral Home.

It is said that in order to persuade Mrs. Li, the Xiao family wrote a huge check, waived all necessary expenses, and gave away thirty tables of banquets.

After Bruce Lee, the Kowloon Funeral Home became a well-known name. All the small and medium-sized wealthy people in Hong Kong Island and Kowloon Island arranged funerals here.

It only takes 1.5 kilometres to walk from Yau Ma Tei to Tai Kok Tsui, or less than ten minutes by car.

Maple Street is now very busy. The Donglian Society thugs wearing black T-shirts are maintaining order. Huge wreaths are placed at the entrance of the funeral home. They are all wreaths and elegiac couplets sent by various major social organizations.

The death of the famous Eastern Alliance leader must have been a spectacular scene.

Not only did people from the underworld gather together, but all members of Group A of Organized Crime and Triad Bureau were also mobilized, and Guo Guohao was sitting in the assault vehicle directing the scene.

A Zai and his gang members wearing bulletproof vests stood across the street, closely watching every move of the Kowloon Funeral Home. They would take action immediately if there was any sign of trouble.

The Kowloon Island commander-in-chief even dispatched two teams of PTU mobile force uniforms to prevent any emergencies.

If these gangsters had known better and buried Hongtai honestly, they would never have taken action.

The children of Guangdong and Guangxi believe in ghosts and gods the most. They will never bring bad luck to weddings or funerals. This world is not black or white, it is a delicate grey. As long as you follow the rules, the police will be happy to turn a blind eye and not be annoyed.

(End of this chapter)