Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 369, Section 146: Trust the Almanac
(Thanks to Bald Song, a loyal customer of Wardrobe! May Bald Song conquer the world of Wardrobe!)

Sometimes the farmer is the most vulnerable of the vulnerable groups. The professor can only accept this payment method because even if he receives good rice, it's not of much use because he still needs to wash it.

Even without the Hong Kong Monetary Authority (HKMA), banks would not accept large sums of money from unknown individuals, because once the matter is exposed, the HKMA would accuse the bank of money laundering.

Chinese-owned banks are now in a state of overall collapse, either relocating to Singapore or transferring most of their shares to Standard Chartered and HSBC at rock-bottom prices, making these two behemoths their protectors.

After all, these two large trading companies wielded considerable influence in the upper and lower houses of the Ancestral House of Representatives.

Bank of East Asia and Hang Seng Bank are all like this, only the Kwok family's Wing On Bank is an exception. After all, the Kwok family's bank is more like a private bank. After all, the Kwok family has many businesses in Southeast Asia and Australia, and Wing On Bank's business is rarely open to the public.

After all, the savings of Guo's relatives and friends by marriage are enough to support a bank.

(Don't underestimate the Chaldean family. The First Opium War and the Second Opium War were both instigated by the old Chaldean. From the local newspapers to the East India Company, and then to the Privy Council, the House of Lords, and the House of Commons, he managed to smooth things over.)
(Ultimately, the East India Company's core base in India was also taken over by Jardine Matheson, who rose from humble beginnings to become a member of the House of Lords, a lifetime member of the House of Commons, and a hereditary baron.)
(Representing HSBC and Standard Chartered, these two groups controlled two seats in the House of Commons. After World War II, these two groups no longer held seats in the House of Commons and instead maintained covert control.)
(However, this old bastard is a clean freak, doesn't touch women, is a Puritan, and only has nieces and nephews. Now Jardine Matheson and Standard Chartered are controlled by the family of his nieces and nephews, much like the Volkswagen and Porsche families, where the son controls Porsche and the daughter controls Volkswagen.)
So, for the professor, whether the rice was clean or not was not a big deal.

These noodle stall operators in Hong Kong support a bunch of rice launderers, who can earn 30% of the total money just by handling the rice.

The money was put into the safe, and the remaining banknotes were tied up in a red leather case.

This money will be converted into tokens through the money exchange in the water room. These specially made mud tokens can only be exchanged and used in the private rooms of the water room. If you want to transfer them to a bank, you will need to pay a 4% handling fee.

After receiving the funds, the Atlantic Bank, owned by the King of Haojiang, will also deduct a 4% transfer fee.

In the end, the professor received only about 640,000 of that amount.

Three million went around in circles and ended up as nothing, leaving only six hundred and forty thousand. Even so, the money launderers didn't like taking money from the fans because the risk was too great.

The stock exchange is the favorite place for these money launderers. They have plenty of money that can't be made public, and the money that ordinary investors (stock market investors) work hard to earn in a month is all harvested by these money launderers.

Because these banknotes are involved in insider trading, the stockbrokers also have to launder them before they can be deposited into overseas accounts.

Hong Kong is a place of great upheaval; as long as you're bold enough, you can enter the fray and reap huge profits.

After closing all the safe doors, Boxing King Sheng whistled loudly, then picked up his pager to check the messages he hadn't replied to in the past two days. But before that, he needed to call his informant.

"Hello, please send a message to user number 11350, asking him to call me as soon as possible. The phone number is 1002586. Immediately!"

"Okay, sir, we have left a message for the owner of number 11350. You have five messages. Do you want to answer?"

The sweet voice of the paging operator reached Boxing King Sheng's ears.

Answer the phone!

Boxing champion Sheng took out a cigarette, then pulled a new disposable lighter from the coffee table drawer and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"Okay, first message, Ah Sheng, please call back immediately. The stock you shorted has already risen for three days. If you don't buy more, it's going to go bankrupt! Hua Zai Rong!"

"Sheng, tell me, you can't hold on any longer, you need to close your positions. It'll be hard for me to help you if it's too late!"

“Ah Sheng.”

Five messages in a row were from Wah Tsz-wing. Upon hearing that his 20 million dollars was in trouble, the boxing champion immediately hung up the phone and dialed Wah Tsz-wing's office number according to the number in the message.

"Beep beep beep beep."

"Hello! Who is this?"

After a few beeps, Andy Lau finally answered the phone. His lazy voice came through the receiver; he must have just arrived at the office and was drinking a resurrection coffee.

Upon hearing Wah Jai-wing's voice, the boxing champion Sing immediately disregarded formalities and said, "Uncle Wing, it's me, Sing! Is the market soaring or plummeting?"

On the other end of the phone, Wah Jai-wing, upon hearing that the caller was boxing champion Sheng, immediately said, "You bastard, what are you up to? At this crucial moment, you're the one who's been thrown into jail."

"Something terrible has happened! The rubber stocks you shorted have surged for three consecutive days and can't be contained anymore. Quickly cut your losses and clear your position. Don't buy more, or you'll lose everything!"

"Surrender and you'll lose half. Trust me, I've seen more than you've eaten, and I've seen all the ups and downs in the stock market. As long as you have your capital, I guarantee you can turn things around!"

Hua Zirong cursed inwardly. This boxing champion Sheng was also cursed by bad luck. He should have cleared out his position immediately, but he was handcuffed by the cops and lost more than three million. Now he only has less than nine million left in his account. Once it falls below the warning line of eight million, he will have to clear out his position.

"If I admit defeat now, I'll lose most of my wealth. Will I really have to beg on the streets from now on?"

"I'll buy more stock right now. I'll have someone send money to Uncle Rong. By the way, what's Handsome Sheng up to?"

The only option now is to buy more shares. If we hold on, there is still hope. If we give up now, we will become penniless overnight.

The end of the year is approaching, and all the financial companies and interest-bearing companies under the company name will need to conduct an audit. In addition, Bai Gusheng is about to retire, so he will definitely conduct a thorough audit and squeeze a layer of profit out of the major financial companies.

Not a single penny of the boxing champion's twenty million dollars was his own; it was all foreign currency. Even a fool knows that the stock market is risky and one should be cautious when entering it. If you want to speculate in stocks, of course you have to use other people's money.

"You two idiots are alike, both of you want to buy more! Trust me, that stock is hopeless! It's going to skyrocket!"

These two losers who supported him were both single-minded. One gambled with 20 million, and the other took out 2 million to try their luck. When they heard that they needed to buy more shares, they didn't hesitate to take out money to support him.

Wah-Jai-Wing sighed, calculated on the paper, and then said, "You're about to hit the warning line. You'll need to pay at least four million more!"

"No! It's 3,756,800. I'm a top-tier member of your company, Uncle Rong. I get discounts when I deposit 3 million. I can get 300,000 worth of tokens. Adding the amount I have in my account, it only costs 3,756,800."

"Uncle Rong, I'm not a sucker. You can't take advantage of me when I'm short of money."

"I'll get the numbers to your company within an hour, and you can handle it."

Boxing champion Sheng interrupted Hua Zai Rong, giving the correct answer: this wasn't a small amount, over two hundred thousand, enough to keep him afloat for a few more days. This loser really is quick-witted and sharp-minded!
Hua Zirong glanced at the notebook and saw that the number he had calculated was indeed 3,756,800, not a single number was wrong.

I admire you! I truly admire you!
However, he was unlucky and ran into a handsome guy named Sheng. He was outmaneuvered by Sheng and was completely outmaneuvered.

Handsome Sheng, that bastard, asked me to help him spread the word that he had bought a large amount of rubber stocks short.

Wah Jai Wing was very curious about who would fall for such a simple trick, but unexpectedly, it was boxing champion Sheng who voluntarily followed along.

Yau Ma Tei has many gangsters and venues; they can easily scrape together two million a month. Plus, there are many bosses behind Handsome Sing, construction sites one after another, garbage collection companies, minibus companies, and advertising companies, all of which contribute money continuously.

In other words, Handsome Sheng can afford to lose two million, although it will hurt him a lot.

But it's different in Central. Water houses have little influence in Central, with hardly any parking spaces, and even the mahjong parlors are just small venues with a dozen or so tables.

If they don't open a fan club, the boxing champion will have to risk his life to keep up with this 20 million dollar hole.

“Okay! If you finish counting today, I’ll continue to support you. But Ah Sheng, you have an agreement with Ah Sheng. I’m helping you, but if you don’t finish counting by the last day of the agreement, I’ll have to make up for the company’s shortfall.”

“I do have a batch of low-priced shares of a rubber company. If you add another two million, I can lend it to you to ensure you get through this. After Ah Sheng buys the shares according to the agreement, you can pay me back in full, but I will take 30% of the profits.”

To raise funds, the rubber company issued 50 to 60 million shares, which are now worthless. If it weren't for its annual profits, the Kowloon Society would have struck it out long ago.

Hua Zai Rong has several million shares of this high-quality stock and has been wanting to sell them for a long time. He's taking advantage of this opportunity to find a sucker to take the fall.

"OK!"

"Thank you so much, Uncle Rong!"

The agreement was signed by himself in black and white. If he doesn't get the shares when the time comes, he will have to pay Liangzai a sum of money in real cash.

Wah Jai-wing has some cheap stocks, only two million, so of course Boxing King Sheng wants to buy them.

"You're welcome! We're all on the same side!"

"That's all for now, I have a guest arriving!"

"The money needs to be in my company by this morning. If it's late, I won't be able to explain it to the board of directors!"

Wah Jai-wing hung up the phone, looked at Hei-jai sitting opposite him, and said with a smile, "I've told you everything Ah-Sheng asked me to say. He said last night that he had a good gift for me, but he wouldn't tell me when I asked. He's being mysterious! What is it?"

The gift that Xizai was holding in his arms was the one that Chi Mengli had mentioned on the phone. He quickly stood up and lifted the red cloth: "Uncle Rong, my boss asked me to give you a three-legged toad. May you have a bright future and great fortune."

"He also told me that he wanted as much rubber company stock as he could, and hoped that you, Uncle Rong, could give him a discount."

"Also, it would be best to raise the rubber company's stock price a bit more. It's nine o'clock now, but the rubber company will release a restructuring announcement at ten o'clock. I hope Uncle Rong will do me the favor and give us a ride to raise the stock price to 1.2 yuan per share."

After saying that, Xi Zai placed the three-legged toad, weighing 100 grams, on the table and asked Hua Zai Rong for help.

"Alright! Now that Ah Sheng has connected the heaven and earth, I'll hitch a ride with him."

"But if someone makes a move, someone else has to take over, otherwise the situation will become ugly. I have a lot of rubber company shares, but we are all brothers in the same school, so we can't do things too ugly. After all, we have to lure the crabs into the trap."

"In the first half hour, I sell in lots of ten. Ah Sheng should find someone to take over. After half an hour, I sell in lots of fifty. By then, the big crabs will have taken the bait, and some fools will take over. Speculative funds will also follow."

"It won't be difficult for it to rise to 1.2 yuan!"

"But don't eat too messily. Hold on for a day or two, don't collapse at the slightest touch."

Hua Zirong picked up a pen and wrote down a few trading accounts on a notepad. He continued, "These are accounts with old connections. You can hand them over to the stockbrokers; they'll know what to do."

After he finished speaking, he placed the note on his desk, and Xizai across from him quickly picked it up, nodded, and took his leave.

Watching Xizai leave, Huazai Rong sighed inwardly, realizing that he was about to lose another vote.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Boxing champion Sheng was unaware that he had fallen into a trap. After hanging up the phone, he immediately called the financial company under his control and ordered his trusted subordinates to quickly transfer 5.8 million to Hua Zai Rong's company.

The younger brother on the other end of the phone was in a dilemma because the company didn't have that much cash in its accounts. Even if they could raise the money, the daily operations of the financial company would be in trouble.

Upon hearing his trusted subordinate's words, Boxing King Sheng snorted coldly and had his company contribute three million. He then transferred the money to a familiar loan shark and raised another two million eight hundred thousand, finally managing to gather the amount that Andy Lau wanted.

After hanging up the phone, he leaned back wearily in his chair and silently lit a cigarette.

After waiting for almost half an hour, the informant I had arranged still hadn't called.

Boxing champion Sheng reeked of smoke. He took off his coat and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

What he didn't know was that the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) had already surrounded the entire building, preparing for an arrest operation.

Ding Gou got out of the car, glanced at the apartment building in Fukang Garden, coughed, looked at the car driven by Quan Wangsheng, sneered, and then looked at Hua Yaozai beside him: "Is it confirmed?"

"It's confirmed! The tracking team has located Boxing King Sheng's hideout. This place is most likely Boxing King Sheng's secret accounting office."

"Brother Dog, the boxing champion still hasn't come down. Should we make a move now and take him down in one fell swoop?"

Flower Waist Boy was eager to try. This time, his plan was very meticulous; he wanted to destroy the professor's entire network.

The Narcotics Bureau has been investigating the professor for years without any results. Unexpectedly, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) made a major discovery with just one move. This month's bonus is guaranteed!
(End of this chapter)