Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 327 104: Talents Need to Be Grabbed

"A Da's presence is worth a thousand troops!"

Upon hearing that Shenxian Jin had taken care of the handsome Sheng, Tiantian quickly flattered him.

Shenxianjin really enjoyed the flattery from the seniors in the martial arts world. He smiled and replied, "Asheng is sensible and knows everyone's difficulties."

"Ah Bing will accompany you to Yau Ma Tei in a while. You can talk it out then. I guarantee there will be no problem."

Tiantian took a sip of tea, then stood up and said softly, "The sooner the better. I will go to Yau Ma Tei in person right now. This is a time of great trouble, and we cannot allow any more trouble to happen."

"These street thugs will definitely target me if they know that an old man like me has such a large sum of money. In this world, money is more important than life. These thugs don't care about the code of conduct and respect for the elderly and love for the young."

Tiantian was worried holding such a large sum of money in his hand. If something went wrong with 10 million in cash, he would not be able to explain himself. If he did not give an explanation to Handsome Sheng, his whole family would have to sell salted duck eggs beside the Naihe Bridge.

The sooner you get rid of it, the sooner you will be safe!
Seeing that Tiantian was about to leave, Shenxianjin called Lazy Bing into his office and asked him to accompany Tiantian to the Yau Ma Tei branch, and asked Lazy Bing to withdraw 100,000 yuan from the account as spinach east's medical expenses.

After everything was arranged, Shenxianjin sent the antenna out of the office and agreed to have morning tea together if they had time.

On the other end of the phone, Chi Mengli put down the receiver, threw it on the table, picked up the plane ticket on his lap, flipped it up and down, but didn't see anything special.

Bocai Dong, who was sitting on the sofa reading an X-rated magazine, quickly stood up, picked up the microphone on the table, put it back on the landline, glanced at the gold Rolex on his wrist, and said, "Brother Sheng, it's almost noon, do you want to go across the street and reserve a seat?"

"I don't go to Li Ji anymore. I eat there every day and it's no longer fresh."

"Bring a Polaroid camera. One copy is not reliable. I must have a few more backup copies."

"I heard that hotpot is popular in Yau Tsim Mong now, especially Chongqing hotpot. City life can make people stressed. I heard from the bespectacled people that eating spicy food can relieve stress."

Eating stir-fried dishes every day is a bit boring.

After thinking it over again and again, Chi Mengli decided to go for hotpot. Chongqing hotpot is popular in Hong Kong now, but the last time he ate it, he felt that these people only used hotpot base instead of butter, which was very unauthentic.

The better the food, the finer the texture.

These food stall owners have not learned the virtues of our ancestors. What a pity!
But then again, all the good friends who had Chongqing hotpot with me last time have gone to hell.

What an unlucky bunch!

Bo Xidong likes spicy food very much, but he doesn't like the aftereffects of spicy food. However, hot pot restaurants have recently invented clear soup bases, which can be made into a combination of both, so this is not a big problem.

He took out a Polaroid camera from the cabinet, put it on the desk, and said with a smile: "Brother Sheng, it's more fun to have hot pot with more people. Do you want to ask your sister-in-law to come along?"

Ruan Wen?!
Chi Mengli was stunned for a moment before he realized which sister-in-law Bo Xidong was talking about. He thought about it and realized that he had indeed not contacted Ruan Wen for two days, but he did send her a bouquet of roses every day.

"Good, you know how to use your brain!"

After praising his trusted confidant, he reached for the microphone, found the address book, and called Ruan Wen.

Coincidentally, Ruan Wen didn't have any lunch appointments, so they could have lunch together. If he wanted to invite a girl to dinner, he would of course have to find a big stall. Chi Mengli thought about it and decided to book lunch at the Mong Kok Fisherman's in Mong Kok.

There are both fresh seafood and Chongqing hotpot. I heard that the hotpot is made with beef tallow and that they have invited an authentic chef from the mountain city.

After the agreement was made, he put down the phone, picked up the Polaroid camera, pointed the lens at the plane ticket, and pressed the shutter.

The flash light went on, and a photo came out from the bottom of the Polaroid camera and was slowly developing. Chi Mengli picked up the photo and shook it a few times out of habit, hoping that the photo in his hand would develop immediately.

Of course, this is a wrong action. The developer is evenly spread on the special photo and does not require manual acceleration.

The photo soon showed clear flight information. Chi Mengli took a careful look at it, compared it with the ticket, and found that the information was correct. Then he put it aside, picked up the Polaroid camera and continued taking pictures.

He took five photos in total and only put down the Polaroid camera after all the information was correct.

"Adong, Lao Ding just called and said he'll give you 100,000 yuan as a hush money."

"What do you think?"

Chi Mengli picked up the pipe on the table, took out two cigarettes, threw one to Bocaidong, and asked his trusted brother how he wanted to vent his anger.

"One hundred thousand dollars! Lao Ding is really generous!"

"Brother Sheng, I'm always confused, so I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

Bocaidong was right. One hundred thousand yuan for keeping quiet was indeed a huge sum of money. He had only one thought last night, which was to kill Tiantian, the old loser, and take revenge. But when he woke up, he found that the wounds on his body were not so painful anymore, and the anger in his heart had also subsided by a large margin.

"You can take the money, but you have to let out your anger."

Chi Mengli took a puff of cigarette, and two puffs of smoke came out of his nose. He sneered and said that money can't buy face. This matter must come to a conclusion.

"Don't worry, Dong. As the boss, I promise to help you get rid of this anger."

"Oh, right! Call Jimi and Bi Shiqiang over this afternoon. I have something for them to do. Ask Hei Ah Hu to come and keep us company for lunch."

"Send the photos to Xiao Shandong and ask him to investigate carefully. This loser can't just take the money without doing any work."

Hearing that Brother Sheng was determined to vent his anger, Bo Xidong's eyes became hot and he quickly wiped them with his hands. Apart from his elder sister, his boss, his mother, his father, and Xiao Mei, Brother Sheng was the best to him.

"Oh my god, a real man is crying like a kid. Remember, a real man can lose his head and bleed, but he can't lose his appearance."

"Push to the street!"

Chi Mengli, who was smoking, also noticed Bo Xidong's little girl attitude. Feeling it was so corny, she threw a roll of toilet paper at this confidant who had been with her for many years, asking him to wipe his tears and snot.

After pacifying his trusted aide, Chi Mengli sat back, looked at the photo on the table, and began to think about what the mystery behind this plane ticket was.

According to Xiao Shandong, the killer came to Hong Kong to kill Robin as a vacation and a business trip, but Jiu Guang gave herself a name, the coffin maker, and said that this coffin maker was a well-known figure in the underworld.

And the Ninth Girl said that this underworld is not the underworld of Young and Dangerous, but the real underworld.

As he smoked and thought, his thoughts began to wander.

Even among the water rooms, Robin was not considered a famous Red Stick. His ability was mediocre. In his hands, the Yau Ma Tei Gang was like Wang Xiaoer's New Year, getting worse every year.

If it weren't for Lianhua's support, Shuifang's branch in Yau Ma Tei would have been swallowed up by the Tung Lian Society long ago.

And it was Brother Robin himself who arranged for his entry into the ancestral hall.

Selling female pigs to Chinatown as prostitutes is a somewhat outrageous way of making money, but Robin went even further. He asked his son-in-law to pick up five girls (in the second year of high school), let them have an affair with Miss Bai, and then owe them a loan shark.

These middle-aged girls who have been involved with Miss Bai and owed loan sharks, because they cannot pay back the money, have seduced their high-spending boyfriends and disappeared. They are young people to begin with, and they become completely confused when they are frightened by these loan sharks.

After being threatened several times, he agreed to go to Chinatown in North America to repay his debt.

Hong Kong passports are visa-free for the United States, but Robin and his gang were afraid that these Chinese girls would run away, so they cooperated with the human traffickers in the water room and transported them to the other side of the ocean in containers.

Of course, the shipping fee of the human smugglers cannot be reduced by a penny. These unlucky, slightly pretty female students in Form 5 have to bear another high price.

After Chi Mengli found out what Robin had done, she was also surprised by this clever little guy.

But I am not surprised that Robin has no bottom line in doing things. After all, he is a gangster, and the four high moral principles of courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame have nothing to do with him at all.

What really surprised Chi Mengli was that Robin was so unscrupulous, yet why was he so poor and had not saved any money?

Guo Guohao checked Robin's background and found that this older gangster only had a few hundred thousand in bank deposits.

Now the question is, Robin is engaged in such a wicked and shameless business, where did his money go?
Where did all the money go!

If you don’t show up again, you’ll be old!

Chi Mengli sighed in his heart, and he pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, feeling a little tricky.

His previous idea was wrong. He has been in contact with Shenxianjin for some time. This old man is not willing to do this kind of business of giving birth to children without anus.

But if it wasn't the fortune brought by the magic brocade, then who pointed Robin to the path of no return?
To be honest, Chi Mengli is a little regretful now. He acted too early and should not have sent Robin to the ancestral hall so early. Now the dead cannot be resurrected. He is not Wei Zheng and Bao Qingtian. He does not have the ability to summon gods to leave their bodies, so he cannot pry open Robin's mouth.

Seeing Brother Sheng fall into deep thought, Bo Xidong quickly found an envelope and stuffed a photo into it, thinking that after eating hot pot, he would give the photo of the plane ticket to Xiao Shandong.

Forty minutes later, Tiantian and LazyBing also arrived at Hongsheng Mall, but they did not see Handsome Sheng. Bocaidong counted the money in the private room on the second floor and found that there was not a penny less than 10 million.

Lazy Bing knew that Handsome Sheng didn't want to see him, so he could only sigh and took out a thick stack of gold bulls from his pocket and handed it to Spinach Dong: "A Dong, this beating was worth it, you will know later."

"Tell Ah Sheng that Uncle Gui doesn't make a move easily. Once he does, it's a huge fortune. Even if you're the boss of the water room, not everyone has this opportunity."

"Tell Ah Sheng that it's okay to be angry, after all, we are all young men, but we can't be too angry!"

After listening to this, Bocaidong wanted to get angry, but considering that Lazy Bing was an old friend, he did not say a word. He just nodded to indicate that he would convey the message.

Antenna, who was standing behind Lazy Bing, saw the two of them finish talking, and quickly said, "Adong, uncle, I had no choice. The boss asked me to do something, so I had to do it."

"But let me be honest, Adong, you are a real hero. If it were someone else, even if there was no problem, they would explain some problems to get away with it. It's rare to find such a loyal and tough guy like you."

"I'll set up a few tables in a few days to apologize to you, Adong!"

Tiantian is also an old hand, and he knows that Bocaidong is a loser who values ​​face and likes to be a hero. He only needs to praise him a few times and flatter him a few times, and the matter will be over. It is better to bully the old than the young.

The old man is about to die, so there won’t be any major changes. But things are different. Things change over time. Don’t look down on the young because they are poor.

Being praised by his uncle, Bo Xidong was very happy in his heart, but he showed no reaction on the surface. He said to Tian Xian, "Uncle Tian Xian, Brother Sheng said that the gang needs talents now. I don't know if the one behind you, Uncle Tian Xian, is Brother Cong or Brother Zhong Ban."

"Transfer one of them to the Yau Ma Tei branch, and the matter will be over!"

“Everyone’s conflicts can be wiped clean like chalk writing.”

Unexpectedly, Handsome Sheng made such a huge request and even set his sights on Xingtang. Tiantian snorted in his heart. It was very difficult for Xingtang to train a torture expert. It required a huge amount of time and energy to invest in it.

give or not?
Tiantian thought for a few seconds before making up his mind and said, "Adong, Acong is a master trained by the Punishment Hall, not an ordinary idiot. This is really asking for too much!"

"But since Ah Sheng has spoken, it means he really needs help. As an uncle, I cannot stand idly by. Ah Cong, you stay and help Ah Sheng. When Ah Sheng is done, you can return to the Punishment Hall."

Tiantian did not mention the transfer, but only suggested that Acong go to the Yau Ma Tei Hall to help, and after he finished helping, he would let Acong return to the Criminal Court.

Of course, if he still needs help, Ah Cong can always stay in the Yau Ma Tei church.

"Thanks, Uncle Antenna!"

Bo Xidong said a perfunctory word of thanks.

The money issue had been settled, so Tiantian and LazyBing turned around and left, leaving only Acong, the master of expressionless face, in Hongsheng Marquee Hall.

Bo Xidong picked up the box and led Acong to the third floor and into Chi Mengli's office.

Chi Mengli, who was in the office, saw Ah Cong walk in with Bo Xidong, and immediately stood up and said happily: "Brother Gaoshou, I, Ah Sheng, am really happy to see you again!"

"It's better to do it today than to wait for a day. I have made an appointment with a girl to eat hot pot together. Let's go together and have a good chat."

"This is my little gift, I hope you will accept it!"

Chi Mengli hooked his finger at Bo Xidong, and Bo Xidong quickly took out the hush money given by Lazy Bing from his pocket and handed it to Chi Mengli.

After receiving the banknotes, Chi Mengli stuffed the thick stack of banknotes in his hand into Acong's denim jacket pocket without any hesitation.

The purpose of hanging around in the underworld is to make money, and relationships built with money are the most solid. Guan Erye is not only Guandi, representing loyalty and righteousness, he is also the God of Wealth, holding his sword outward to protect wealth and guard against villains.

As the old saying goes, when it comes to Zhao among the hundreds of surnames, the one who opens his mouth is money.

Except for the second generation of rich people, everyone likes money, including philosophers, great writers and great scientists.

Acong, the master of facial paralysis, didn't expect Chi Mengli to give him money right away. However, this guy was really good at judging people. He really liked money. However, due to physical reasons, his facial expression remained unchanged, but he still said, "Thank you, Brother Sheng!"

A smart man! Chi Mengli likes smart people the most in his life. Of course, they are the kind of really smart people, not the ones who are smart on their own.

"We are brothers from now on. Don't be polite. Let's go and have hotpot together!"

Chi Mengli put her arm around Acong's shoulders and walked out together.

"clang clang"

"Please come in!"

Ruan Wen put down his pen, raised his head and looked towards the office door.

The female assistant standing at the door of the office smiled and pointed to the wall clock, then said with a smile, "Boss, the time you agreed to meet Chi Sheng has come. I have already notified Mr. Aamir Khan to prepare the car."

"Also, the clothes you ordered have been delivered!"

After hearing the assistant's reminder, Ruan Wen realized that it was already noon. She took off her glasses and put them on the table. She rubbed her face and relaxed for a while before saying, "Please come in, Mr. Holland, and pick up the clothes I ordered."

"Ok!"

The female assistant nodded, walked quickly back to the desk, picked up the ordered suit, called Dutchman, asked the bodyguard sent by Chi Sheng, and then walked into the office.

Ruan Wen, holding a teacup, stood in front of the clothes rack, looking at the newly tailor-made suit. The suit was very good. She bought it from the Dior flagship store on the Champs-Elysées through a friend.

This is not a ready-made suit, it is a custom-made suit, a high-end suit made by a fashion designer according to the customer's body shape.

The style is very good, the material quality is also good, you get what you pay for, this Chinese proverb is indeed true.

"clang clang"

"Miss Ruan, you are looking for me!"

A Dutch guy in a denim suit and jeans walked into the office and stood in front of Ruan Wen.

After taking a sip of ginseng tea, Ruan Wen put the cup back on the desk, looked at the Dutchman's figure, and said with a smile: "I find that young people in Hong Kong now like denim clothes and jeans."

"But with all due respect, I really don't see any beauty in this kind of American dress."

In fact, the Dutchman thought that Miss Ruan in front of him had said a lot. Jeans and denim clothes did not have any design aesthetics, but now in Hong Kong's night markets, the most sold items are jeans and denim clothes.

A pair of jeans costs 15 yuan, and a jacket is a little more expensive at 20 yuan. So you can get a new set of clothes for 30 yuan, which is very cost-effective.

"Miss Ruan, you are from a wealthy family. The pocket money you received when you were in school was more than what I earn now. I also want to learn from Brother Sheng and buy Armani, but with the money in my pocket, I can't even afford a bowl of beef soup for a plate of rice. I can only drink the free soup."

The Dutchman took one look at the suits on the hanger and immediately recognized the Dior label on the lining of the suits. He was very envious and wondered when he could find a rich girl to be his mistress.

"Young people are short of money in their pockets. It's human nature. It's not difficult to make a thousand yuan from a hundred yuan, but it's very difficult to make a hundred thousand yuan from a thousand yuan. But it's not difficult to make ten million yuan from a hundred thousand yuan!"

“Try this dress on!”

Ruan Wen crossed his arms and let the Dutch boy try on the suit.

Trying on clothes here?

Dutchman was stunned for a moment. He looked around and found that there was no changing room in the office. He was a little at a loss.

Seeing the Dutchman's hesitation, Ruan Wen closed the blinds, turning the office into a closed space, then returned to his previous position, leaned on the desk, and said, "It's okay now!"

"Miss Ruan, you are my sister-in-law, how can I change clothes in front of you?"

"If this gets out, I, Dutch, will definitely be charged with seducing the eldest sister-in-law. If Brother Sheng gets angry, I will have to keep the small fish and shrimp company!"

The Dutchman shook his head decisively and rejected Ruan Wen's proposal.

"hehe!"

Ruan Wen laughed like a silver bell, shook her head, and said, "Don't worry, if I wanted to cheat on my husband, I wouldn't go to a gangster like you who has nothing."

"Brother Sheng behind you has never even held my hand."

"I just asked you to try on the clothes. If this gets out, you guys won't cut you into pieces."

"If you don't have the guts, I'll find someone else to do it."

"Ye Guiwang is pretty good. I think his figure is better than yours!"

It's almost time. If we don't leave now, we will be late. Ruan Wen has a strong sense of time. She doesn't like others to be late, and she doesn't like herself to be late either.

The Dutchman looked at Ruan Wen. He really had no idea what this mixed-race beauty, who he liked more and more the more he looked at her and liked her the more they got along with each other, was thinking. However, when he was provoked by Ruan Wen, his inexplicable male desire to win arose.

He quickly took off his shirt, picked up the white shirt and put it on.

“Try the pants too!”

There was no emotion in Ruan Wen's voice, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Trying on pants is a bigger problem. Although the current temperature in Hong Kong is only around 17 degrees, the company's office area has 24-hour air conditioning, and the temperature has been maintained at around 25 degrees. There are cars for going in and out, so it's not cold at all.

Since he was not cold, he only wore a pair of briefs under his Dutch jeans. Although he was not a pure virgin, he felt a little embarrassed to have only a pair of briefs to wear in front of the beautiful woman he liked.

But he had already taken off half of his clothes, and it was a bit uncomfortable to hesitate at this time. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, turned around, unbuckled his belt, took off his jeans, and changed into trousers.

Ruan Wen, leaning on the desk, looked at the Dutch boy's figure. He had to say that the Dutch boy's figure was really good, with a tiger back, narrow waist, perky butt, mantis legs, and very white skin, but a very healthy white.

He is the type that rich wives like, a pretty boy, but he looks thin when dressed and has flesh when undressed.

It’s a pity to become a gangster!
The Dutch boy changed into his suit with a red face. It was the first time for him to change clothes in front of a woman, except for his mother.

"Not bad! Great figure!"

Ruan Wen walked up to the Dutch boy and helped him straighten his shirt. He even tucked the hem of the white shirt into his trousers without paying attention to the difference between men and women.

(End of this chapter)