Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 641, Section 231: Teaming Up to Do Something Trouble
“Jasmine! Once the case is uploaded, the foreigners in the Criminal Intelligence Department will definitely categorize it according to the nature of the intelligence.”

The big donkey downed the beer in his glass in one gulp, let out a satisfied burp, and then spoke earnestly.

Jasmine, who was eating curry mutton, immediately rolled her eyes. Why did they have to keep bringing up these old, trivial matters? If she didn't know the answers, she wouldn't have invited that big donkey out for a ride.

"Nonsense! Get to the point!"

Big Donkey organized his thoughts before speaking: "The Taikoo Wharf task force hasn't been disbanded yet because the case files haven't been fully organized. If, I mean if this case is included in the Taikoo Wharf case..."

"Then we'll stick with Inspector Guo's case!"

"Tomorrow I'm going to headquarters to deliver the recording. I can go see Inspector Guo. If he's interested, we'll proceed as planned, but we must be cautious first and make the terms clear."

"If Inspector Guo is interested, we'll go along with it; if he's not interested, we'll just have to follow the rules."

There are too many variables in the matter. Guo Guohao does like to show off. He has been the one who led the investigation of several major cases recently, and he has now earned the reputation of being a detective in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

For a police officer, background is important, currying favor is important, but the most important thing is the crime-solving rate. This is the foundation of a police officer's career. No matter how eloquent the words are, if you can't produce any real results, it's all in vain.

That's why the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is now the top choice for graduates from Wong Chuk Hang, because the OCTB has a high crime-solving rate and offers the possibility of promotion.

Talking about background and qualifications is all meaningless; the case-solving rate is the only real measure of success!

“You’re familiar with headquarters, so you can handle this, just like this meal. But I’m about to face some serious danger, so you’ll definitely need to prepare some weapons for me.”

"The guy's paperwork must be completely legal, without any problems."

Biao Jin is a seasoned veteran; if he senses something is amiss, he'll definitely take action to eliminate any potential threats. Without weapons on her hands, Jasmine wouldn't feel at ease.

Big Donkey nodded subconsciously. The guns were easy to get; his own group had a few nameless guys. But the guns with legal permits were hard to get, because arranging guns for undercover agents required Shapison's approval and the boss's signature.

Lacking confidence in handling the situation, he quickly shook his head and said, "I can give you a weapon for self-defense. As long as the guys don't catch you in the act, everything will be OK."

"Providing weapons to undercover agents is unprecedented. Don't expect special treatment for your weak arms and legs. We know our own limitations. If we're risking our lives for our future, it means we don't have any powerful backers!"

If you can't solve something, you can't solve it no matter how much you talk about it.

Jasmine is one of us, there's no need to coax or deceive her on this matter; it's a matter of principle, and Jasmine will understand.

Big Donkey picked up a beef skewer, bit off a piece of meat, and was still thinking about how to talk to Guo Guohao about this.

Recommendation letters are becoming more stringent, but Guo Guohao is a key figure under Shapisson, so it won't be a problem for him to provide a few more. Trading a recommendation letter for a gold medal is a very worthwhile deal!
After discussing all the details, Jasmine and Big Donkey started chatting about recent events. They sat together until 7 p.m. before parting ways and going home to their respective mothers!

Before the great battle, the atmosphere was calm! Everyone was preparing their equipment, hoping to achieve final victory.

Chi Mengli sat on the steps by the fountain, holding a newspaper, wearing sunglasses, and intently looking at the model photos in the newspaper.

Hong Kong newspapers are evolving rapidly; now they're all printed in color. Hong Kong publication numbers are easy to apply for: as long as you're an adult, have an identity card, and have a thousand dollars in your pocket, you can apply for a newspaper publication number.

Some tabloids even print their publications directly in underground printing plants instead of applying for publication numbers to avoid censorship.

The gossip in Hong Kong entertainment newspapers is quite interesting; it's all fabricated news. Even though you know the newspapers are making things up, you still can't help but buy them.

This color newspaper only requires three women's heads to appreciate bikini swimsuit photos of models.

"Chi Sheng, your actions are insulting to Xi Ren. Just judging by her looks, Xi Ren is a hundred times better than the media in the newspapers."

"Hong Kong is not a religious world, nor is it north of the border. Sex is a resource that can be obtained, not a scarce resource, especially for you and me."

Teacher Li was dressed very flamboyantly today, wearing a pink tie, a light green linen suit, an expensive white top hat, and holding a copy of The Times.

Upon seeing Xiren sitting in a chair, he took off his top hat, greeted her, and spoke up for her.

"I completely agree with what you said, Teacher Li!"

"Sit down! The sun-drenched steps feel so comfortable; they can help prevent hemorrhoids!"

Chi Mengli spread the newspaper with photos of bikini-clad beauties on the steps and invited Teacher Li to sit down.

"The Times! A very good newspaper!"

After seeing Teacher Li take his seat, Chi Mengli glanced at the Times in Teacher Li's hand, smiled, and continued, "A member of the House of Commons from the Zu family once said..."

"The readers of The Times are the people who truly govern the country,"

"The Daily Mirror is read by people who think they are in charge of the country, The Guardian is read by people who think they should be in charge of the country, and the Daily Mail is read by the wives of people who are in charge of the country."

"The readers of the Financial Times are people who hold the reins of the nation in their hands; the readers of the Morning Star are people who want to hand the nation over to another country to govern; and the readers of the Daily Telegraph are people who believe that the nation is being governed by another country."

"The funniest thing is the readers of *The Sun*. They never care who governs the country, as long as she has big breasts." "That's why *The Sun* is the biggest supporter of Margaret Thatcher!"

The British sitcom "Yes, Minister" has not yet been produced, but as a pinnacle of political comedy, many of its statements are thought-provoking.

Chi Mengli smiled and relayed Mr. Humphrey's point of view as a joke.

After hearing Chi Mengli's words, Teacher Li was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Times in his hand and burst into laughter. He put the newspaper aside and said, "A very novel way of putting it. If the marketing directors of major newspapers heard this, they would definitely kill you to silence you."

"The newspaper industry in my ancestral home is very prosperous, just like its football industry. Every newspaper has its theoretical customers. As long as the customer base is still there, the performance will not decline."

Do you know Murdoch?

"You're a Shanghainese yourself, you should know what Shanghainese do, right?"

Teacher Li looked at Chi Mengli, hoping to extract some information from him.

"I'm a Shanghainese, but I'm a poor, down-on-his-luck Shanghainese. Teacher Li, I don't live in North Point, nor in Tsim Sha Tsui, nor in Braemar Hill. I live in Shau Kei Wan!"

"My dad was a gangster, and my grandpa was a sailor, not a shipping magnate!"

"However, I know that Murdoch has close ties with the Hardoon family, who were once Asia's richest family. Murdoch's father helped manage all of the Hardoon family's ranches, farms, and land in Australia."

"Little Hartung is also Murdoch's godfather! The Guo family of Yong'an has been investing in Murdoch's newspaper group because of their son-in-law, Little Hartung."

"My boss is Shanghai Boy, but that doesn't mean I can get involved in Shanghai Boy's core business!"

Chi Mengli took out a cigarette case, picked out a Double Happiness cigarette, put it in her mouth and lit it.

"Shanghai's speculative capital is betting on Murdoch to help him acquire the media empire and North American newspapers. It's a big move, and they also want to list on the New York Stock Exchange and the New York Stock Exchange."

"I have some spare cash on hand recently, and I'm thinking of making some money with the Shanghai guys!"

Teacher Li didn't hold anything back; intelligence plays a decisive role on the battlefield, and the same applies to business.

The Shanghainese can leverage at least tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars, because they are a pack of wolves from a business association. The chairman is Lao Zhuang, who is in charge of the rear. These people have hundreds of financial companies, more than a dozen insurance companies, and two banks under their control.

Private accounts, private financial management, private insurance policies—these are the bullets of Shanghainese.

Once an attack begins, funds will flow in continuously, inevitably causing significant market volatility and a shakeout to accumulate shares.

Shanghainese are the biggest gamblers. They go all in as soon as they start, betting their wives and children. If they win, everyone is happy and they look for the next target! If they lose, it's simple: the whole family goes to the rooftop.

"I don't understand stocks! And I never do business that I don't understand!"

"Sorry! I can't give you any advice!"

In his previous life, Chi Mengli was not even stable when buying conservative funds. He lost everything in just one year, so he is very conservative when it comes to stocks.

Seeing that Chi Mengli wasn't interested, Teacher Li steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"Chi Sheng, you should recognize the woman in the photo!"

Teacher Li snapped her fingers, and Maid Number One took a photo from the briefcase and handed it to Chi Mengli with both hands.

Chi Mengli took the photo, glanced at it, and found it somewhat familiar but not familiar, so she handed it to Xiren behind her.

Xi Ren took the photo, glanced at it, and recognized an old acquaintance. She said, "It's Mei Feng! She's in charge of transporting goods at Song Sheng Group. Mei Feng handles 20% of Song Sheng's contraband!"

Mei Feng!

The middleman mentioned by the judge was none other than this middle-aged woman, Miss Meifeng.

Chi Mengli nodded, indicating that she understood, and asked Teacher Li to continue.

“Meifeng is Song Sheng’s right-hand woman. If we get rid of her, we can cripple 20 percent of Song Sheng’s business.”

Mr. Li asked the maid to order him a vanilla ice cream. He took out his cigar case, picked out a humidified Cohiba cigar, cut the end with scissors, lit it with a match, and put it in his mouth to taste.

"Twenty percent of business is very good!"

"Teacher Li, you never fight a battle unprepared. You must have prepared everything before you came. If the odds are good, we can cooperate!"

Chi Mengli waved her hand, asked for a paper cup, and flicked cigarette ash into it.

(End of this chapter)