Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 683, Section 273: The Euphemism Unique to China

After smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of lemonade, Chi Mengli paid the bill, gave a tip, and left.

Jasmine used the coffee shop's phone to call Big Donkey, telling them to send someone to keep an eye on Bald Eagle. Then she packed two donuts, sat down, crossed her legs, and waited for Chi Mengli.

When she saw Chi Mengli appear in front of her with lots of bags, she was helpless. If you're going to have sex, just buy a condom. Why make it so complicated?

Watching the sunrise!?

Isn't that excuse too cliché?
Jasmine thought of her first boyfriend, who was an international student. But instead of going to his ancestral home, he went to North America, not the United States or Mexico, but Canada.

Trinity Western University, the best theological seminary, and an outstanding comprehensive university.

Young men, when they have boyfriends or girlfriends, it's really just about one-night stands! It's about finding a place to release their pent-up hormones.

But Hong Kong men are different; they are good at launching verbal offensives and must engage in conversation with you.

That dating process was fucking long, like an old lady's foot binding cloth.

First, we have to talk about philosophy, then the art of horse riding, from East to West, from ancient times to the new century, and he'll ask for your opinions from time to time. The feeling he gives you is that this man really wants to understand you and doesn't want to sleep with you.

Jasmine thought of the night her ex-boyfriend slept with her. They were sipping red wine and talking about everything from the French Revolution to the wave of democracy and independence in Latin America, from Faulkner to Hemingway, from Pearl S. Buck to Woolf.

In the end, we talked about everything we could, but we didn't talk about sex at all.

Jasmine, wearing a sexy semi-sheer nightgown, felt a bit cold, so she went to the dressing room and got a wool shawl.

How did the conversation eventually turn to sex? It was because it was too late, the apartment he was staying at with his relatives was locked, and he didn't have the key. He didn't want to disturb his grandparents and worry about affecting their rest.

There's no going back! I need to find a place to stay for the night, and I need to ask myself if I can stay here for one night.

Jasmine was a little sleepy at this point, but she finally got to the point and quickly agreed. After all, what was bound to happen would happen sooner or later. It was already four in the morning, and she only had one thought in her mind: let's get down to business!

That's all for now! I still have to patrol the streets tomorrow morning!

Unable to resist, Jasmine resorted to a female version of forced sexual intercourse, finally finishing her act at four in the morning!
Even after we finished, it didn't stop at 4:05.

At six in the morning, I was so annoyed by my ex-boyfriend that I went to Victoria Harbour to watch the sunrise.

However, I only realized after the breakup that my ex-boyfriend only had this one tactic, and it was a necessary step.

Hopefully, Handsome Sheng won't be so inefficient, resorting to these romantic charades.

"What?! You have intermittent hearing loss? Should we go to the clinic and see a doctor?"

Chi Mengli first asked Jasmine if she had finished, but seeing that Jasmine was still lost in thought and didn't say a word, she quickly reached out and waved her hand in front of the gossipy woman to bring her back from her mental world.

"Holy crap! I'm going to die!"

"Is it done?"

Jasmine snapped out of her daze, gently slapped Chi Mengli's mischievous hand, and asked a question with a double meaning.

"nailed it!"

Chi Mengli reached into her pocket and pulled out a box of Okamoto cigarettes: "I chose the strawberry flavor, ten in total, enough for tonight!"

Ok!

This guy is different from the others!
Jasmine rolled her eyes. Luckily, it was nighttime and the café was empty except for the waiters who were chatting.

"You idiot! Get out of here!"

Jasmine quickly left, afraid of being seen by acquaintances. However, this was a bit of an overreaction, because this was a yacht club. Although there were many yachts in Hong Kong, the monthly membership fee of over ten thousand yuan, plus berthing and maintenance fees, would amount to thirty thousand yuan per month.

Earning 30,000 yuan a month is not something that an average middle-class family can afford.

Chi Mengli picked up the cake bag from the table and followed Jasmine out of the cafe, heading towards the parking area.

The yacht has been started with help, the mooring lines have been untied, and the anchor has been raised.

"Chi Sheng, everything's taken care of. Fuel, fresh water, and the engine is fine!"

"The maritime center says the sea is calm tonight, perfect for night fishing."

The yacht club staff jumped ashore, walked up to Chi Mengli, and said that everything was settled.

"Thank you!"

Verbal thanks weren't enough; Chi Mengli handed all the bags in her hands to Jasmine, took out her wallet, pointed out a large bill, and handed it to the yacht club employee.

"Thank you, Mr. Chi."

The yacht club staff stepped aside and watched as Chi Mengli and Jasmine boarded the boat. They then helped move the ladder away and watched the yacht leave its berth and head towards the dark sea in the distance.

Bald Eagle left a message for Daye using a roadside self-service phone booth. Ten minutes later, the scoundrel finally arrived in his van.

The street wasn't a good place to discuss business. Bald Eagle gestured, opened the van door, and got into the back seat.

"Big guy!"

"Give!"

Da Ye drove with one hand, and handed a black handbag to Bald Eagle with the other.

The bald eagle nodded, indicating that he understood. He took the handbag, unzipped it, and saw a short dog gleaming coldly inside.

This is a really good weapon!
The Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol was brought to Hong Kong during the Korean War. At that time, the Shui Fang family was able to obtain cheap antibiotics from Mexico through Li Jia, and then repackage them in Hong Kong, increasing the profit per box from one to ten times.

Anyone who isn't delusional knows that the bigger the brand of an antibiotic and the higher its purification level, the better its effect.

European and American products are the best, followed by Japanese and South American products.

They would board ships at Mexican ports, carrying 10,000 containers at a time, and arrive in Hong Kong in half a month. After being repackaged in Hong Kong, they would be loaded onto ships again and escorted by the crew to Dalian Port or the north bank of the border.

The price is one for delivery to the border river, and another for delivery to Dalian Port.

Bald Eagle acquired this weapon at Dalian Port, paying only three boxes of cold medicine in return.

Later, in the Mekong River smuggling business, I relied on this very tool to fight my way up, transporting the yellow cargo needed by the organization back to Hong Kong. One step to heaven, one step to power. I never thought that at my age, I would still need to use this tool to fight my way up.

"Did the battery send a notification?"

Thinking about the desperate struggle ahead, Bald Eagle gave a wry smile, took out the short dog, removed the shuttle, counted the number of peanuts inside the shuttle, and seeing that there was no problem, loaded it and clipped it to his back waist.

"We notified him, but didn't give him the specific location. He's waiting for our reply."

"There are many people around the battery company, and I'm afraid the news will leak out. This is a money-making opportunity that could cost you your life, and I'm afraid the news will spread everywhere!"

Da Ye glanced at the rearview mirror and spoke.

(End of this chapter)