Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 354, Section 131: Distributing the Goods

(I was thinking of going to pay respects to my ancestors early so I could burn paper money, but I didn't expect that there was a windbreak forest next to the cemetery, which doesn't allow burning paper money. I got up early for nothing! Or I arrived too late!)
(If it had been a few days earlier, when the snow was still falling, it should have been allowed!)

(I'm so tired today. I didn't get home until 7:30. I ate a bowl of instant noodles and started working. I'll make up for the missing words at the end of the month!)

Boxing champion Sheng lay on a bench in his solitary cell, legs crossed, staring at the ceiling.

The underground betting station in Happy Valley was shut down. The uniformed men who had been currying favor with the authorities for years turned out to be utterly disloyal and failed to tip them off beforehand. They were all treacherous bastards.

He cursed inwardly a few times, and then his head started to ache.

The reason is simple: the Happy Valley betting station was his cash cow, bringing in hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash every day. With eight large boats and more than thirty boatmen working there, he pocketed over ten thousand dollars just from pumping water.

After deducting the 30% delivered to Song Sheng every week, he made a fortune through his three underground betting stations.

But now that things have gone wrong, when that old geezer Shenxian Jin finds out, he'll definitely shove the meat out of his mouth.

It’s really a headache!

"clang clang"

"Yin Dongsheng, your lawyer has requested a meeting. You have the right to refuse. If you agree to the meeting, sign here."

A man in military uniform knocked on the iron railing with his file folder, forcing the boxing champion, who was lying on the bench pretending to be dead, to get up and sign the papers.

Upon hearing that the lawyer had arrived, the boxing champion sprang to his feet from the bench, standing upright and looking at the military uniforms behind the railing.

"Holy crap! Pretending to be Wong Fei-hung? If you want to see a lawyer, sign the papers; if not, lie down."

There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names. Boxing King Sheng's move just now was indeed beautiful. You can tell from that move that this guy has been practicing since childhood.

He jumped off the bench, walked to the railing, took the cardboard folder from the man, signed his name on it, and handed it back to the man in uniform: "Of course I want to see him. I know the rules. I can even take this opportunity to light a cigarette."

After checking the documents and finding no issues with the names, the officer opened the cell door and let Boxing King Sheng out.

Boxing champion Sheng cracked his neck, making a series of popping sounds, and then followed the man in military uniform into the reception room.

Two lawyers were sitting in the reception room, one a community lawyer and the other a private lawyer. They both stood up when the boxing champion entered.

"Mr. Yin..."

The officer in military uniform led the boxing champion to the meeting and coldly said to the two lawyers in front of him, "The meeting will only last fifteen minutes. When the time is up, I will come in and bring him in."

When a party meets with a detained suspect, all verbal statements cannot be considered evidence. Even audio or video recordings cannot be used as evidence in court. Similarly, the words of lawyers and pastors cannot be considered testimony.

This is the cornerstone of the common law system, which protects the rights of the parties involved.

Furthermore, Hong Kong adheres to the Miranda Oath, which grants the parties involved the right to remain silent and the right not to provide evidence.

The man in military uniform walked out of the meeting room, and boxing champion Sheng also sat down in a chair, looking at the gang lawyer in front of him.

“Brother Sheng, Lao Ding already knows. He asked me to bail you out. Greyhound Seven held on, but his henchmen spoke up, and Greyhound Seven can't be released. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau doesn't have direct evidence, so you'll be detained for a maximum of forty-eight hours.”

"Is there anything you need me to tell Old Ding?"

Even after hearing that some of the boatmen had turned against him, Boxing King Sheng remained unfazed, simply shaking his head slightly to indicate that he had nothing to say.

Having said all that needed to be said, the gang's lawyer, seeing that King Sheng had nothing more to say, quickly stood up, remained silent, and turned to leave the meeting room.

Upon seeing the triad lawyer leave, boxing champion Sheng's personal lawyer immediately spoke up: "Brother Sheng, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) doesn't have direct evidence to prosecute you. Just serve your full 48 hours and you'll be able to leave Wan Chai unscathed."

“I went to see Greyhound Seven. Seven didn’t say anything, but when the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) entered the premises, they found ledgers and gambling slips. Plus, some of the gangsters have turned against them, so they definitely won’t get out. It’s an economic crime. If we handle it properly, there’s a good chance we can get them to pay the fine and serve three years in prison!”

"If he pleads guilty and has a good attitude, he is very likely to be sent to the Correctional Services Department and given a suspended sentence."

“I told Ah Qi everything, but Ah Qi didn’t say anything. He just told me to ask Brother Sheng what you think.”

“If Ah Qi doesn’t plead guilty, I’m afraid the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau will keep pressing him, which will affect our future business.”

The private lawyer explained everything and then waited for the boxing champion's decision.

“Give Ah Qi’s wife 300,000 yuan as a settlement fee, and have her write a receipt. It’s only for three years, 100,000 yuan a year. Just consider it a vacation in jail.”

The lawyer is right. Greyhound Seven was unreliable and got caught by the cops, which led to the entire underground betting station being shut down. It's only right that this bastard steps forward and takes the blame.

As long as the resettlement allowance is sufficient, Greyhound Seven won't complain. Besides, this scoundrel has made a fortune just from taking a cut during this time.

Besides, Greyhound Seven has already been arrested and apprehended. If this bastard doesn't step forward to take responsibility, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) won't let it go and will definitely keep pressing him.

The next case is a big deal, and if the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) finds out, the losses will be too great. It's better to give the cops a little something and close the case quickly.

Seeing that Boxing King Sheng had already spoken, the lawyer immediately nodded and said, "I will go to see Greyhound Seven this afternoon and take him to confess to the cops."

"Brother Sheng, the goods have arrived at the dock."

Upon hearing that the goods had arrived at the dock, Boxing King Sheng smiled, glanced at the wall clock, and realized that it was almost time. He said with a smile, "I know, proceed according to plan."

With a straw in his mouth and a cup of lemon tea in his hand, Tasha leaned against the small truck, looking at the busy Oak International Freight Terminal across the street, and kept raising his hand to look at the watch on his wrist.

It's 8:30 PM now. The goods have arrived at the cold storage. The delivery note will be printed out in ten minutes.

If he waits any longer, without a delivery note, he won't be able to pick up the goods at all.

This was his first time delivering goods by foot, so he was a little nervous. He finished a large cup of lemon tea in just a few gulps, leaving only a few slices of fresh lemon in the cup. He shook the cup, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it until it burst.

This stomp caused the air in the cup to explode, sending lemon slices flying and hitting the head of the leader, Peanut, who was squatting in front of it.

"Holy crap! Boss, stop messing around! This person is amazing, they can scare people to death!"

The lemon slices weren't very dangerous, but the sudden explosion startled Peanut so much that he jumped out. Only when he realized it was just a prank by the boss did the fear on his face slowly disappear.

Seeing that his leader, Peanut, looked like he'd been sodomized, Tasha sneered, took out a cigarette, tossed one to his trusted aide, and cursed, "What's there to be afraid of!"

“We’re not gangsters now, we’re legitimate people from the research institute. We have the permits and licenses. Even if the cops come to check our licenses, we’re not afraid. If we’re upright, we have nothing to fear. Your shady behavior is what makes people suspicious!”

Peanut took the cigarette with both hands, put it in his mouth, took out a disposable lighter from his pocket, lit it for Tasha first, and then lit his own, while constantly flattering him: "Big Brother, everyone in the underworld says that Big Brother Cheng, Big Boss Yuan, Handsome Sheng, Tall Boss Cheng, and Fellow Daoist Sheng are all smart guys on the street."

"But if you ask me, these losers are all hollow bigwigs, all show and no substance. Compared to you, they're nothing but scoundrels!"

"These scoundrels never imagined that they could actually use licenses as a means to smuggle goods openly and legitimately."

Listening to the praise from his trusted lieutenant, Tasha was no longer nervous. He smiled smugly and said, "Keep a low profile! Making money is the most important thing. What's the point of having a status in the underworld?"

"The bigger your reputation, the closer the cops will be. Sooner or later they'll handcuff you and send you to the ancestral hall to wear sandals."

"My idol is Tiger Boy Teddy, who is single-mindedly focused on running his noodle stall and doesn't care about any underworld feuds. This time, I've managed to get in touch with Professor, who is a major pork vendor in Hong Kong. The little bit he shaves off his fingers is enough for us to make a profit."

"Once I have enough cash in my pocket, I'll make sure that bastard Jimi gets what's coming to him."

"Drip drip"

Tasha's face was filled with hatred whenever he mentioned Jimmy. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the cigarette burns on his face. He would remember this grudge for the rest of his life and settle scores with that bastard Jimmy sooner or later.

His pager went off, probably indicating that the shipping order had been printed. He quickly flicked away his cigarette butt, ran to a nearby self-service phone booth, inserted a coin, and dialed the number to listen to the text message.

As expected, the shipping order had indeed been printed.

After hanging up the phone, Tasha ran back to the car and called to Peanut, who was still smoking, to get in the car quickly.

Peanut threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, opened the driver's side door, got in, started the van, and drove towards the Oak International Freight Terminal.

Oak International Freight Terminal is a private terminal, entirely occupied by private containers. Entry and exit require permits, and management is very strict.

Tasha had already prepared the access pass and handed it to the security guard along with the security documents.

The security personnel at the entrance of the Oak International Freight Terminal were also quite unusual. They went directly into the security room with their access passes and security documents, retrieved the computer files, and only after verifying that everything was correct did they open the electric barrier to let Tasha and the others in.

Once granted entry, Tasha immediately whistled, saluted, rolled up the window, and told Peanut to drive off quickly.

Peanut started the small truck again, floored the accelerator, and drove towards the dispatch center building.

The dispatch center was still brightly lit, and many oxen and horses were working through the night.

Tasha left the peanuts in the car while he took the delivery slip and safety certificate and walked into the dispatch center.

Take a number, queue up, submit documents, the receptionist at the counter takes the security certificate and delivery slip, immediately retrieves the container information, and after seeing that all the procedures are in order, immediately issues a receipt, stamps it, and hands it to Tassa.

By this time, Tasha was sweating profusely with nervousness, but because he was wearing a baseball cap and the indoor lighting was dim, no one noticed anything amiss. Even so, he didn't dare linger. He picked up the documents, asked how to hand them over, and then left the dispatch center. He got into the vehicle and headed to Warehouse No. 1. Following procedure, Tasha handed the documents to the staff at Warehouse No. 1.

After the staff saw the document and verified the information, they asked Peanut to drive the car to the platform. Several loaders in work clothes moved the conveyor belt to the edge of the cargo box. Five minutes later, a wooden box emitting cold air appeared on the conveyor belt.

The wooden crates were fed into the cargo box of the small truck along the rotating conveyor belt.

The staff jumped into the cargo box, checked the cargo information on the box, and after confirming that it was accurate, cut the document in half and handed it to Tasha who was standing next to him.

Tasha released the Black Star pistol from his hand, wiped it on his work clothes to clean the sweat from his palms, gave a stiff smile, nodded and thanked him repeatedly, took the half-finished receipt, put it in his pocket, and quickly closed the back door.

Now was not the time to inspect the goods, so he quickly ordered the peanuts to leave the Oak International Freight Terminal.

After a close call, the two of them drove out of the Oak International Freight Terminal Park and quickly drove to a deserted, desolate area.

Tasha opened the rear compartment, but instead of immediately opening the cargo box, he took out a hanging black bag from the back.

The black bag was full of gold ingots, incense, and yellow paper. He took out the telephone, lit the yellow paper, and threw it on the ground.

A bundle of yellow paper caught fire, illuminating the area around the truck.

That wasn't all. Tasha lit three incense sticks, bowed three times to the cargo box, and muttered, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. If this pretty lady harbors resentment, go find the one who killed you, don't mess with me!"

"I'm just a deliveryman, please let me go, thank you! Thank you!"

"After it's done, I will definitely go to the temple and hold a Buddhist ceremony for you, beautiful lady, to help you pass on to the afterlife."

After finishing his chanting, Tasha jumped onto the cargo box, put his hands together, chanted a few more words, and then placed the three incense sticks in his hands on the cargo box.

The peanuts on the ground were also throwing gold ingots into the fire, and they were all saying things like "go easy on me."

The paper is burned out, and the incense is burned out too!

Tasha also picked up a crowbar and began to pry open the protective wooden strips on the outside of the cargo box. These wooden strips were nailed tightly, making them very difficult to pry open. It took him a lot of effort to get them all out before he could open the insulated cargo box.

The cargo container was filled with dry ice, emitting a chilling aura, and a female corpse lay on top of the dry ice.

Upon seeing the young woman's body, Tasha immediately dropped the crowbar in his hand, clasped his hands together in prayer, and then put on rubber gloves. Trembling, he reached under the body and rummaged around, pulling out a sealed bag of blue, blocky objects.

This bag of blue crystals weighs at least three kilograms.

After weighing it in his hand and finding that the weight was about the same as what the Nine-Tailed Fox had said, Tasha put the goose bag aside and continued to dig deeper.

He pulled out fifty bags of blue crystals in one go, totaling about 150 kilograms.

This is the top-grade methamphetamine that the professor painstakingly researched; the market calls this premium pork "blue blood."

Compared to herbal extracts, pork is cheaper and easier to enjoy, making it more popular among young people.

The price of pork in Hong Kong is only 30 yuan per gram, which is only one-fifth of Miss Bai's price, making it more economical.

Aside from the rich kids, the street thugs, none of whom had any cash in their pockets, could have a good time for a day with just thirty dollars. Naturally, this quickly dominated the market and became the most trendy way to have fun.

Goods are money. This bag alone is worth 90,000 yuan. Just thinking about it makes me excited. Tasha quickly put the fifty bags of blue crystals back into the dry ice and put the lid of the insulated cargo box back on.

This is the first batch of goods. For the next week, goods will arrive at Oak International Freight Terminal every night, totaling one ton.

The thought of a professor selling a ton of pork to Hong Kong is truly extravagant.

Tasha took off his rubber gloves, threw them into the cargo box, and jumped to the ground.

Peanut was still using a twig to pick up the yellow paper and ingots on the ground, while Tasha was not idle either, throwing in all the remaining yellow incense and muttering a few more words.

After the paper was burned, Tasha and Peanut quickly got into the car, found a self-service phone booth by the roadside, left a message for Liang Nan, and told him to get ready to continue driving towards Sham Shui Po.

In the Sham Shui Po Medical Park, there are hundreds of legitimate medical research companies. Tatsa drove his car into the warehouse of a medical equipment company called East Coast Collo.

The staff, who had been waiting for a long time, skillfully packed up the female corpse and transported it away, preparing to put it into formalin so that it could become a cadaver for medical schools.

After the staff left, Tasha packed all the blue blood from the container into a small metal bucket labeled as a chemical substance, and took the freight elevator directly to the third floor.

The innermost room on the third floor is an operations room, where people have been waiting for quite some time.

The operators, dressed in white protective suits and wearing industrial gas masks, gave each of Tasha and Huasheng a gas mask. Then they opened the chemical iron drum, took out the blue blood, weighed it one by one, and recorded it in a notebook.

After determining the weight, the operator turned on the industrial shredder, poured in bags of blue blood, and began shredding.

The blue blood was completely pulverized in the shredder and entered a large iron basin. Two petite female operators, dressed in white protective suits, began to weigh, package, and seal it.

Each sachet contains two grams, and ten sachets are packaged in a box called Meiluo Cold Granules.

(This is a true story. After reading it, I was truly amazed. The people of Guangxi are indeed talented!)

Tasha was visiting the pharmaceutical factory for the first time, and he was dumbfounded. He didn't expect the professor and the Nine-Tailed Fox to be playing such a big game. Unless a traitor leaked the information, even if the cops saw it and checked the car, they wouldn't be able to find anything.

In just two hours, 7,500 boxes of cold medicine granules were packed into eight large boxes.

The foreman, who was monitoring the two female operators, pulled out two small stacks of banknotes from his pocket. The two stacks together would not exceed 20,000 yuan.

The two female operators took the banknotes, took off their work clothes and gas masks, and left without looking back.

The foreman pulled a document from a nearby desk. It was the commodity document for transporting the medicine, as well as the transport permits for Tasha and the other man.

Tasha took the documents, checked them, and found that the photo on the transport permit was of himself. He put the documents and certificates away, and he and Peanut each took a small cart and took the freight elevator back to the first-floor warehouse.

The moment the elevator doors closed, he heard the sound of rinsing coming from the control room.

Returning to the first-floor warehouse, the van had already left. In the original parking spot, only a pharmaceutical transportation company van remained, its keys still locked on the steering wheel.

Tasha immediately realized that this was a new car. He told Peanut to load the boxes into the car and then drove away.

The truck soon arrived at a pharmacy called Ji Sheng Tong outside Kowloon Walled City. Liang Nan was sitting in front of the pharmacy smoking. When he saw the truck arrive, he quickly threw his cigarette on the ground.

"Brother Liangnan, I've been busy all night and I really can't take it anymore. Can you lend me a hand?"

Tasha, carrying a large box, beckoned to Liangnan not to stand there dumbfounded and to come and help.

Upon seeing that it was Tasha, Liang Nan took his hand out of his pocket and then silently walked to the back door to help unload Tasha.

Eight cardboard boxes were quickly moved into the pharmacy.

"One bag contains two grams, one box contains ten bags, and there are 7,500 boxes."

"I'm going to Wong Tai Sin Temple to pray, then use pomelo leaves to wash away bad luck, and then go get a late-night snack. As for what you're going to do, I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Tasha felt a chill run down his spine and knew he needed to quickly go and pray, take a bath with pomelo leaves, and get rid of the bad luck. If he didn't deal with it properly, he might be burdened by bad luck for several years.

Liang Nan nodded and watched the two scoundrels in front of him leave. Once the strangers were gone, the men sitting in the adjacent tenement building all came out.

"I heard you all. One hundred boxes per person, and you'll lose all your vision within two days. If you can't even handle this, then don't follow me, Liang Nan."

"Settle the debt within two days, don't make me rip you off."

When Liang Nan saw the fans grabbing their goods, he explained the rules clearly, hoping to make these losers more sensible.

The group of fans each took a hundred boxes, finished off two large crates, and left under the cover of night.

But Liang Nan didn't leave; he continued to sit there smoking, since several important clients hadn't arrived yet.

In the distance, Kowloon Walled City appeared even more sinister and terrifying under the moonlight. The deep alleys resembled blood vessels gnawed by a giant beast, and a few tungsten filament light bulbs struggled in the grease, staining the faded aphrodisiac advertisements on the mottled walls a dark red.

Neon signs lingered under the tin eaves, the pink glow of "massage" and the green light of "slaughter the three parties" from the casino mingled in the sewage pool, reflecting the cheap silk nightgowns swaying on the clothesline.

The sight of Liang Nan, who was watching intently, made him shudder. Kowloon Walled City was not a place for a nobody like him to roam. The people in the Walled City were all ruthless characters who lived on the edge of a knife, and he couldn't afford to mess with them.

He looked away, continued smoking, and waited for the customer to arrive.

After waiting for almost half an hour, the big client finally arrived.

Moonlight shone on the street, illuminating the figures of five people walking not far away. They chatted and laughed as they walked, the short dogs around their waists gleaming faintly, completely oblivious to the military uniforms patrolling three hundred meters away.

Aside from Yi Qun and his gang of reckless idiots, no one else would dare to brandish their weapons in public and disregard the patrol uniforms.

These five people are Yao Dongzai, the top leader of the Yiqun gang.

(End of this chapter)