Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 74: Everyone's Day (Part 74)
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"A way to make money? Damn it, this is a dead end. You still think that this is the era of Lei Luo as the banker. Once Organized Crime and Triads come out to fight against organized crime, everyone will be finished. We will all have to go to Stanley and wear sandals."

"Jimi, don't try to make money from everything. Greedy people will die the fastest."

"Brother Sheng said that there will be no powder stalls in the venue. If powder sellers want to ship goods, they can go to the entrance of the venue or go to the alleys."

"If you break the family rules, you will be punished according to the family rules."

"Be careful!"

Bocaidong sneered. The powder guys ran away more frequently than the dwarf mule. In less than sixty days, they would definitely be replaced by a new group of people. They were either caught by the cops or killed by their peers. I have been out there for three or four years and I know at least eight hundred powder guys, if not a thousand.

But those who were able to survive among the more than 800 gangsters all quit their business quickly and switched to other businesses. Even the few big demolition bosses who followed Lei Luo either ran away or went to Stanley for further studies.

"Brother Sheng, if you let me do it, I will do it. If you don't let me do it, I won't do it."

Ji Mi had a bad impression of his dead fellow Taoists. There were too many real examples in Kwun Tong. As long as one was involved with Miss Bai, the lightest consequence would be the destruction of one's family and the death of someone.

"Send me back to the sparrow house first. You give Lizhi 500 yuan and ask her to call the police. Teach her what to say so as not to be exposed."

Besides being handcuffed, the dwarf mule is not allowed to enter the police station. On the one hand, it is unlucky, and on the other hand, he will be mistaken for a traitor, which will also break the rules of the underworld, the Chinese version of the code of silence.

Although the short mule who doesn't have enough money in his pocket will also try to earn the informant fee, once this matter is made public, he will definitely be punished according to the family rules.

But Lizhi was not a member of the gang. She was just a worker in the mahjong parlor. There was nothing wrong with calling the police.

Do was awakened by the alarm. She sat up, lit a menthol cigarette for herself, opened the half-empty bottle of Perrier and took a sip.

After refreshing herself, she washed and dressed in a room of less than six square meters, and picked out a relatively clean piece of clothes from a pile of clothes.

This tenement building room, which costs two hundred yuan a month, has a shared bathroom and toilet. There is only one independent washbasin in the room, which she installed herself.

The only valuable home appliances are a washing machine and a TV. But after washing the clothes, Do can only hang them in the room, otherwise they will definitely be stolen by the perverts downstairs.

There was always a damp smell in the room, and the TV often malfunctioned because the room was too humid, with the picture flickering and the speakers making random noises.

Logically speaking, dancing girls have a good income, so at least they don’t have to live in such a dirty and messy room, and it should not be a problem for them to rent a clean independent apartment.

Now it only costs 30,000 to 40,000 to buy a housing estate apartment. Many dancers can save up the money in half a year. If they meet a rich man, it is possible to do so in three months.
Do was not the top star in Shanghai City Nightclub, but she was a popular celebrity because of her excellent singing voice. The reason why she ended up in this situation was that she had a mother who loved gambling.

The crooked ways of gambling confuse people, and they win in the middle of the night and lose in the middle of the night.

They fought with daggers hidden in their smiles, and cheated each other in secret.

Friends and relatives laugh at your ragged clothes, but your family members are separated from you when your hands and feet are dirty.

If you don’t believe it, just look at the people in your village, how many of them have lost their lives due to gambling.

This is currently the most popular drug addiction treatment poem in Hong Kong. Do also read it to her mother, but her mother, who was used to getting rich overnight, could no longer bear to listen to anything. She repaid the loan sharks one loan at a time.

But those days are over. Last week, my mommy couldn't pay off the debt any more, so she took all my savings and ran away to Bangkok. Now, all the loan sharking debts have fallen on her.

But this is a relief for Do, after all, the debt has begun to be quantified, instead of adding more debts every few days. Do, who has finished putting on makeup, puts on high heels, walks down the stairs, and sees the pervert at the door of the tenement building looking at her with lustful eyes, so she extends her middle finger to let this loser restrain himself.

I hailed a taxi on the side of the road, said "Peninsula Hotel", then took out a small mirror and started to put on my lipstick.

"receive."

The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator and the taxi moved forward at full speed.

The distance from Wong Tai Sin to the Peninsula Hotel on Victoria Harbour is not far, just over eight miles.

Hong Kong is a small island city, and it is actually faster to take a minibus, but this time he is meeting an important person, and Do doesn't want to look too embarrassed.

The taxi drove all the way to the Peninsula Hotel at Victoria Harbour. The doorman at the hotel entrance immediately stepped forward and opened the back door of the taxi for Do.

"Good morning, Miss. Welcome to the Peninsula Hotel."

Do paid the fare, took the remaining change and handed it to the doorman.

"Miss, the Peninsula Hotel only accepts foreign tourists and local guests with English ID papers. May I ask who you are?"

The doorman heard the conversation between Do and the taxi driver and knew that the person in front of him was a local. Although he accepted the tip, he still reminded him.

This is the rule of high-end hotels in Hong Kong, which only accepts foreign tourists and local wealthy businessmen and gentry with local English identity papers (this rule still exists today).

As Hong Kong's population grew, identity registration began. Dai Ying attached the most importance to rank, so he divided Hong Kong citizens into different levels.

The first class is the English identity paper, which is only given to people who know English.

The second class is the temporary residence identity paper, which is only given to the dignitaries who stay in Hong Kong temporarily.

The third category is the ordinary identity paper, which is available in Chinese, Hindi, and Russian. South Asians, White Russians, and Chinese can become legal citizens of Hong Kong by paying ten dollars. However, this money is not asked for by the Municipal Secretary, but rather as a reward for the police.

To this day, the Municipal Secretary has not changed the rules, and ordinary Hong Kong citizens can only obtain ordinary identity documents in both Chinese and English.

"I'm only going to the tea restaurant, not checking in."

There is an exception in the Peninsula Hotel, which is the tea restaurant. Like the garden of the Governor's Palace, you can enter and exit freely as long as you are willing to pay.

"Okay, please come in and enjoy your meal."

When the doorman heard that he was going to a tea restaurant, he immediately opened the glass door and let Do enter the Peninsula Hotel.

Do was a frequent customer of the Peninsula Hotel's tea restaurant. She knew that the taxi driver was just trying to save time by sending her to the main entrance. Normally, when going to the Peninsula Hotel, people would go to Gate No. 3 because it was closest to the tea restaurant. One only had to turn a corner to reach the main entrance of the tea restaurant.

Although there are doormen and waiters there, they will not be stupid enough to come up and ask about identity documents, because they know that everyone is there for morning tea.

She could only sulk, but still walked into the tea restaurant and found a seat by the window. She hadn't had breakfast yet, so she ordered a pot of Darjeeling black tea, a thumb sandwich, and bacon and fried eggs.

(End of this chapter)