Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 6: Dhūdhi

Chi Mengli, who was in the van, had a cigarette in his mouth and was filled with hatred. He had planned everything well, but unexpectedly, a man suddenly showed up and knocked Hongtai to death.

When the van passed by a trash can, he threw the baseball bat with fingerprints wiped off into the trash can, and then threw his coat, baseball cap, gloves, and mask into the trash can, and then let Bo Xidong, who was holding the steering wheel, continue driving.

Bocaidong was very excited. After defeating Hongtai, he would surely become very successful. He would definitely open a temple and start a business this time.

Ten minutes later, the car drove all the way to Shanghai Street and arrived downstairs of Ruixing Queguan.

This is Shuifang's turf. Ten years ago, Shenxianjin represented Shuifang in negotiations with Taizihui and won the right to watch the Ruixing Mahjong Company and help Taizihui watch the venue. From that moment on, Ruixing Mahjong Hall officially became Shuifang's turf.

Most of the new generation of underworld newcomers know the Water Room boss Shenxian Jin, but few know Taizi Hui.

There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames. Those who are called princes by people in Hong Kong are all second generation.

Prince Hui's father is called Shek Tui, who is the Chief Inspector of Kowloon and the New Territories. After Prince Hui graduated from Queen's College, he became a policeman and also served as an interpreter for foreign officials.

When Inspector Lei Luo just joined the police force, Tai Zihui was already an inspector, but after Shi Zui passed away, Tai Zihui resigned and founded the Ruixing Mahjong Company.

Now 80% of the mahjong parlors in Hong Kong are owned by Prince Fai.

The young men of South Guangdong are hot-tempered and believe that only hard work can lead to success. They like to gamble and have fun. The Ruixing mahjong parlor on Shanghai Street alone can take in hundreds of thousands of yuan in commissions every day.

Bocaidong parked the car. He borrowed it from his good brother and he would drive it back tomorrow, so he didn't want to delay the delivery.

Chi Mengli did not get out of the car. Instead, he lit another cigarette, took out a wrinkled redwood fish from the back pocket of his jeans, searched again, found two blue crabs, and slapped the money into Bocaidong's hand.

"When you send the car back, ask Dadi to add some red oil, and buy some fruits for your friend. Don't use someone else's car for free. There should be give and take."

"If you don't have enough money, just tell me, boss, I'll find a way."

"Get off the car and go see Lao Ding."

After he said that, he opened the car door and jumped out.

Bocaidong put a handful of change into his pocket. His good brother's family runs a fruit basket business, so buying fruit for him is just a waste of money. He should use the money to refuel his good brother. He also turned off the car and followed the boss out of the car.

It is now one o'clock in the morning, and the Ruixing mahjong hall is still crowded. There are three high-power exhaust fans on the walls of the hall, but they are unable to extract the smoke from the hall.

There are at least three hundred tables in the hall, and thousands of gamblers are playing mahjong tiles, competing with their opponents, the players above and below. At the end of each round, everyone present takes out cash and throws it into the plastic plate above the mahjong table.

This plate is called a water tank, and pumping water, as the name suggests, is the table fee for each hand.

However, the service at Ruixing Queguan is not free. You can smoke as much as you want. If you are hungry, someone will bring you food. If you are thirsty, someone will make you tea. It is all free and the service is very good.

"Jingsheng, long time no see, where have you been lately?"

Dushe Ming, who was sitting at the front desk watching the show, saw Chi Mengli come in, stood up, greeted her, and threw her a cigarette.

"Get rich? Don't be ridiculous. My boss went to Stanley for further studies. Then there was a traitor. Now we can't even do the valet parking business. We can barely afford the barbecued pork rice."

"Brother Snake, if you have a good way to make money, don't forget me, your brother."

"Is Lao Ding here? I'm here to see him."

Chi Mengli had a cigarette in his mouth, so he put it on his ear, complained a few words, and then got back to the point. Dusheming took a puff of his cigarette, nodded, and said, "I was looking at the account book on the third floor. Brother De said that since you have arrived, he will let you go up to see Lao Ding. This time you will be very successful."

"Spinach, stay with me and eat pig blood porridge together later."

Bocaidong is a blue lantern and is not considered a member of the water room, so he is not qualified to see Laoding.

Dusheming was not a thug, or there were not many thugs in the whole bathroom. They all used the name of the society to make a living. He spoke in a nice way without offending others. He did not directly say that Bocaidong was not qualified to see Lao Ding, but asked him to stay and eat porridge.

"Adong, accompany Brother Snake to eat porridge. I'm going to see Lao Ding."

"Leave me a bowl of pig blood porridge. I'm hungry!"

Chi Mengli said this and walked to the elevator.

The younger brother guarding the elevator greeted Chi Mengli, pressed the button for the third floor elevator, and spoke to the brothers upstairs through the intercom.

This elevator is specially made. There are no buttons inside the elevator, only outside the elevator, and it is guarded by special washroom guards.

The second floor is the private room and the third floor is the accounting office.

Chi Mengli thanked him and walked into the spacious elevator. After waiting for a few seconds, he arrived at the third floor.

Lan Mingde, the head horse of Shenxianjin, was standing in front of the elevator. When he saw Chi Mengli coming up, he said, "Ah Sheng, you did a great job. The leader of Donglian Society, Shushenggui, has called Lao Ding and said he wants to talk."

"Hurry up, Lao Ding is waiting for you."

"I know, Dege."

Chi Mengli followed Lan Mingde and walked into Shenxianjin's office.

Shenxian Jin was sitting behind the desk, holding an abacus in his hand and moving the beads with his fingers. When he saw Chi Mengli come in, he smiled.

"Ah Sheng, you did a great job on this. Send Hongtai down to sell salted duck eggs."

"Don't be afraid. The boss will definitely support you to the end this time. Your boss is in prison. No one will care about the temple street. You have made a contribution this time. The brothers have nothing to say. We leave it to you this time."

Shenxian Jin finished the last calculation, closed the account book, and began to speak.

"Lao Ding, I didn't kill Hongtai. As soon as I broke his arms and legs, his little brother rushed out to get in the way. I didn't expect that this guy had offended so many people that he was hit and killed by a stranger."

"The stranger was just trying to kill Hongtai. After hitting him, he saw that Hongtai was alive, so he kept running over him. It was so tragic."

Chi Mengli didn't want to put the blame on himself, he chose to tell the truth.

Shenxianjin received a call from Shushenggui, and after just a few words, the two started arguing. He had no idea what the whole thing was. When he heard Chi Mengli's truthful explanation, he also felt a headache.

He moved the beads on the abacus with his long fingers, thought for a moment, then said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you, Asheng, are a lucky man."

"It doesn't matter whether you did it or not. The most important thing is to seize the site on Temple Street and plant the flag of our water house."

"You don't want to see your boss' hard-earned territory being snatched away by the Donglian Society!"

(End of this chapter)