Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 58: Use your brain when doing things

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"The van from the Sparrow House?"

"This won't work. We need it to deliver water (and money) every day."

"Do you have a driver's license?"

Chi Mengli also felt a bit of a headache. Every day, someone had to be sent to escort Tai Zihui's accountant to deposit money. Hang Seng Bank was not humane at all. It would not send someone to count the money on site and then escort it by an armored car.

However, I heard that Prince Hui was also very dissatisfied with this. If he had not had business dealings with Boss Ho, the King of Macau (not the gambling king), he would have deposited his money in Standard Chartered Bank long ago.

Business in Hong Kong is like a spider web, with big relatives trapping small relatives. If you are not in it, you can only explore new business routes.

"I have a driver's license. My fourth uncle is a driving school teacher. I went to learn to drive last year when I was old enough."

Ji Mi quickly spoke up and said that he had a driver's license.

"Adong, go find the waterwheel ox and get Jimi a cart."

"Put the blame on me. Consider it an early birthday present from me, your elder brother." Chi Mengli said to Bo Xidong.

After founding the Han Dynasty, Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, summed up the two main factors for his success: the first was the ability to judge people, and the second was to be generous.

The brothers are willing to follow you because they want to get rich together. Xiang Yu's martial arts were the best in the world, but he was stingy in his daily life, so he ended up committing suicide by slashing his throat at the Wujiang River.

But what should be given and what should not be given should never be given. This balance depends on personal ability.

"The more remote the place, the more likely it is to get into trouble."

"There must be a group of people looking for this street-beater Shan Yue now. Bring him to Yau Ma Tei. Ah Dong, find a place for this traitor to stay."

"I want to see what this stinky thing has to say."

Chi Mengli leaned back in the boss chair and stretched his neck. He had been sitting for a whole day and his body was somewhat exhausted.

"Brother Sheng, someone came to our door and wanted to borrow the place to open a fan stall. Should we agree?"

Jimi was very happy that he would have a car soon, and quickly told others that a fan had come up to him and gave him money.

"Jimi, I have principles, but it sounds funny that a short mule has principles, so I only tell my brothers."

"If Miss Bai gets involved in the place, it will be very troublesome. The bosses will not be happy, and the cops will not be happy either. If the bosses are not happy, they will definitely not let the money go. If the cops are not happy, the problem will be even bigger. They will come to check the cards every day."

"Then the business will definitely be affected, and the brothers will not be able to earn money and support their wives and children."

"Besides, if the dead Taoist friends get too excited, they will definitely cause trouble."

"Jimi, do you think this is a losing business or a profitable one?"

Chi Mengli picked out another Hongshuangxi cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it, then asked back slowly.

Jimi thought about it seriously and answered affirmatively: "This is a losing business."

"Yes, you are smart. I told you that among all my brothers, you are the smartest. You may seem unpromising by smoking hookah, but you earn more than twice as much in a month as running a powder stall."

"Even if the police catch them, they will only impose a small fine."

"Pornographic films are something that only dwarf mules with no future would do. What about the three kings, the taps, and the four bosses? Some still go to jail, some run away, and some get killed."

"We need to be high-profile when it comes to the affairs of the society, but this high-profile approach is just a lot of noise but little action. We need to be low-key when it comes to making money and not let our competitors know about it."

"Tell the brothers who have taken over the place that they should not touch the fan club. Anyone who causes trouble in the place will be kicked out."

"By the way, tell the managers of the place to put their minds at ease." "Adong, what's this punk chicken doing recently?"

"Nothing happening at all?"

After Chi Mengli expressed his position, he looked at Bo Xidong and asked about Ji Zai's situation.

"It's been a tough time for the punks lately. Lao Fu has been looking for trouble with the chickens. Yesterday he even had a big fight in the underground passage, injuring three and arresting seven."

"The chicken has been on the road lately, and has been recruiting soldiers and horses."

The leader of Lao Fu's gang was beaten to death in the street. Lao Fu would definitely not let it go, so he spread the word that whoever could deal with Ji Zai would be the leader of the Temple Street gang.

Chi Mengli thought he had done the most, so he personally found a scapegoat for Jizai, a consumptive patient who would not live for many more days. He took 8,000 yuan and took the blame on the scapegoat.

"Jimmy, bring the guy who wants to open a porn stall to meet Jizai. He's short of money right now and he definitely needs this kind of quick money."

This Jizai is a loser. If he stays here, he will be a nuisance. The important thing to do is to get him out of here as soon as possible. Then we can take back the place.

"I know. I'll go there tonight."

Ji Mi didn't even ask, he just nodded in agreement.

"Come on, it's time for lunch, let's go eat together."

Chi Mengli glanced at the bag on his wrist, then stood up and called Bo Xidong and Jimi to go out for dinner.

The three of them walked out of the office together. Xizi, who was sitting at the office at the door, stood up quickly when he saw people coming out.

"Let's go and have dinner together."

The four of them took the elevator downstairs together. Chi Mengli's Toyota Supra-A40 couldn't accommodate so many people. Xizi drove a scrapped modified car, and Jimi sat in the passenger seat.

The two cars left the building, one in front and one behind, and drove towards Hongsheng Queguan.

Chi Mengli randomly found a hot pot restaurant and ordered six plates of meat and fish balls, beef balls, and a vegetable platter. The little boy ate so much that he finished the six plates of meat very quickly.

He quickly called the boss, ordered two more plates of meat, and also a bowl of hot pot noodles, which was enough for him to eat.

After the four of them finished eating, Ji Mi had to go do some work, so he drove Xizai's car away. Chi Mengli followed his old rule and ate until he was 70% full. Seeing that it was still early, he asked Xizai to drive back to the sparrow house, and he took Bocaidong for a walk to help digestion.

The two of them strolled around Yau Ma Tei, chatting and laughing, and after buying two cups of milk tea, they returned to the mahjong house.

When I returned to the mahjong parlor, I found my thugs unpacking hookahs from Tahiti, all of them Camel brand. They were unpacking the packages, putting the hookahs one by one into small plates, and then replacing them for each table.

"Brother Sheng."

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Chi Mengli frowned as he looked at the outer packaging of Camel cigarettes, all in French. He shook his head helplessly and asked, "Where are these wrappers thrown away?"

"Throw them all in the trash can, and when the garbage truck comes, it takes them all away."

"How stupid! You need to teach me something like this."

"Don't let the wrapping paper leak out. It's all in French. If the note sees it, he'll definitely get suspicious."

"From now on, all the wrapping paper will be taken to the backyard and burned. No one will be left. The sparrow hall will only keep the ones it needs at the moment. If there is not enough, we will go to the warehouse to get more."

(End of this chapter)