Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 795 385: The Wind from My Lover (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

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This is the sentence that A-Zai hears most often in the morning, and it makes his scalp tingle.

So he secretly vowed that if anyone said that to him again, he would definitely use his walkie-talkie to give that idiot a good beating.

Peach Blossom Girl lost track of the person, Handsome Boy won, Biao Jin disappeared without a trace, and Bai Fengxian's situation was even more outrageous, as she fell directly into a trap.

Two were seriously injured, five were slightly injured, and countless others suffered minor injuries; more than a dozen ambulances were dispatched.

With such a major event, paparazzi will definitely be on the move and start interviewing and filming.

I heard that even Shapison was alarmed, and the guys from the public relations department rushed to the Shenwei Building.

Bai Fengxian suffered heavy losses, but that didn't mean she gained nothing. She found 60 kilograms of pork and even caught the spicy chicken.

Even so, A-zai was still very irritable. He walked to the window, took out his cigarette case, picked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and relieved the pressure.

Biao Jin and Professor J must have arrived at Oak International Wharf, but the guys from the Criminal Intelligence Division haven't caught them yet.

Where are they hiding?

A took the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaled two puffs of smoke from his nose, and kept thinking.

"Drip drip"

His pager went off, pulling him back to reality. He picked it up, glanced at the code on it, and felt a headache coming on.

Salted Abalone Sister is calling herself!

Meifeng is not a naive young girl; she rarely calls me during work hours, especially when I'm handling cases.

If someone is proactively calling you and requesting a call, there must be a special reason.

A-zai is now openly expressing his feelings for Mei-feng, and he doesn't keep it a secret anymore. Ding-gou, that bastard, is watching him 24/7.

Even if you try to hide it, the dog will find out anyway, so it's better to be open and aboveboard.

A walked to the desk, picked up the landline, and called Mei-Feng.

"Which one?"

The call was answered quickly. It was very noisy on Meifeng's end, with the sounds of crashing waves and the engine of a large speedboat. Meifeng had to shout at the top of her lungs.

“It’s me, A-Zai.”

A-zai shoved the cigarette in his hand into the paper cup and said softly.

The hot cigarette butt touched the coffee at the bottom of the cup, making a "sizzle" sound, and an unpleasant smell rose up.

“I just saw the news and it seems you’re having a tough time. It makes me a little worried.”

Mei-Feng held the microphone and spoke to A-Zai, but her eyes remained fixed on the wooden box in front of her.

The lid of the wooden crate was opened, revealing rows of Type 56 fully automatic submachine guns inside.

Mai Tou patted the wooden box and gestured for Mei Feng to take a look.

“It’s so embarrassing! I predict that after today, I will become the biggest joke in the police station.”

Police officers and gangsters are twins; they share the same path. Aside from their limited sense of justice, they are all on the path to heaven or to superstardom.

If this case is resolved, A-zai's path to advancement will be smooth, although he won't be able to reach the rank of superintendent for at least ten years.

Once this case is resolved, he can graduate honorably from the arsenal and go to the local police district to start earning seniority.

However, A-zai didn't care at this moment, because he was already standing on the edge of a cliff, and talking about the future at this time would be somewhat ridiculous.

But A-Zai got to where he is today because of his competitive spirit. This kind of obsession is a double-edged sword for both criminals and himself.

The frustration of not being able to solve cases will continue to torment him, which is why A-zai's case-solving rate is a terrifying 80%.

Meifeng stretched out a section of the telephone cord in her hand, walked to the wooden box, and began to inspect the ten Type 56 semi-automatic rifles inside.

The IMTS system only became widespread in Hong Kong this year, and installing car phones has become a trend. Hutchison's IMTS system has many restrictions and can only be used in Kowloon Island and Aberdeen.

Furthermore, the phone bill is astronomical, with only one package available, allowing only 120 minutes of calls per month, and a monthly phone fee of 599 yuan.

However, this phone bill is nothing to Meifeng and her ilk; it's not worth mentioning at all.

"It's just stewed shiitake mushrooms, no big deal."

Meifeng held the microphone between her head and neck, opened the cardboard box, and found it full of golden peanuts.

"But if you go to guard the pond and stew shiitake mushrooms, I'll lose face too."

"Let me give you a heads-up: Handsome Sheng ordered a ship this morning. The ship is called the Oriental Wind, a small cargo ship with a cargo capacity of only three thousand tons."

"You need to be careful. There are more than one group watching you now. Don't risk your life for Her Majesty the Empress."

After Mei-Feng finished speaking, she tossed the microphone to the henchman behind her and then said to the michead, "I only need ten long sticks and a thousand peanuts."

"These peanuts are for dealing with your new partner. If you can't bear to part with them, I can find someone else." It's no secret in the underworld that Mai Tou and Liang Zai Sheng are in the wild game business together.

In Asia, there are only a few regions where people can afford to consume wild game, and everyone knows exactly where most of the wild game goes.

Nanmen Group has been shipping goods to Asia recently, especially shark fin, which is only consumed by Chinese people.

Mei-Feng is in charge of transportation; all of Nanmen Group's transportation needs her approval.

There have been a lot of shipments going to Luzon Island lately, and Mai Tou is definitely breaking through the barriers.

Xuanwu, one of the four guardians by the old man's side, called him and said that Lang Wan had been killed, and the person who did it was very likely Liangzai Sheng.

There are only a few bookmakers in Luzon, and it's easy to see who the bookmaker is cooperating with with a little analysis.

Mai Tou didn't intend to hide it from Mei Feng. He was the representative of Nanmen Group and also a director of Nanmen Group in Asia. He definitely had to be responsible for Nanmen Group.

Moreover, Nanmen Group pays him an annual salary of two million yuan, gives him 20% of the net profit, and provides him with protection.

What Nanmen Group provided, neither the old man nor Hope Group could provide.

A wise bird chooses a sacred tree to roost in; having multiple paths and an extra protective umbrella over one's head is far more reliable than the elusive position of crown prince.

And ultimately, he was a member of the Hope Group. Every year, the Hope Group also had a large number of illicit goods that had to be smuggled into the five continents and four oceans through the Nanmen Group's channels.

There are many people in the group who want to curry favor with him, and his reputation is quite high, so he can still think about the position of successor.

"The old man himself said that in business, there are only buyers and sellers, only losses or profits, nothing else."

Mai Tou smiled, looked at the long fire inside the wooden box, and continued, "Now that Handsome Boy is popular, of course I have to support him."

"Similarly, if you, Sister Meifeng, have a bright reputation now, I will listen to you, Sister Meifeng, just the same."

"You only said you were getting a batch of guys, but you didn't tell me the number."

"Whether you want a case or ten sticks, I will charge you for a case."

“Sister Meifeng, your family is so big and powerful, even a single hair of yours is thicker than my waist. I’m just a small business, I don’t round down.”

Mai Tou took out his calculator, typed in a few numbers, and then placed it in front of Mei Feng.

HK$200,000!
What a lion!
Mei Feng snorted coldly, snatched the calculator, cleared the numbers on it to zero, then entered the number 100,000 and threw it to Mai Tou.

One hundred thousand yuan!
Mai Tou sighed, put the calculator back in his pocket, and could only agree: "Sister Meifeng, you're really good at bargaining."

"Since you only want ten sticks, I'll take the rest of the long firewood and peanuts, so I won't delay your business, Sister Meifeng."

"But before I leave, I'll give you a piece of advice for free."

"Right now, Handsome Winner is riding high on good fortune and is unstoppable. Even God is on his side. Fighting against him is like fighting against God."

"If you have bad teeth, don't eat fried soybeans, they can easily break your teeth."

"No one can predict fortune. No one can stay prosperous forever. Even if the fire keeps burning, the stove will eventually explode."

"There's no shortage of lucky people in the martial arts world. If they're lucky, let them have their way first. When their luck turns bad, then step forward and cause them trouble. There's no need to rush."

Mai Tou has made a lot of money recently. Liang Zai Sheng is indeed quite capable and a good businessman.

Recently, the United States is experiencing a meat plague, with all meat in the region being slaughtered and buried.

Although the insurance company would compensate, the rancher did not want the meat to become fertilizer.

Nobody in Hong Kong would buy meat from the first eight months after the outbreak, but South Korea and Southeast Asia didn't care.

Nanmen Group's agents in North America are buying up goods at various ranches. Since they can't ship by container, they can only ship by air. Once in Mexico, the goods will be packaged and loaded onto ships.

These Hong Kong triads all have channels at their disposal; as long as they smuggle the goods out, they can make a fortune.

This is Mai Tou's first time dealing in frozen meat. He only ordered 8,000 tons to test the waters. If the sales are good, he will continue to expand his orders.

He didn't want the handsome guy to win by surprise before this batch of frozen meat was sold.

"The arrow is on the string and must be released. What you can do now is go to Wong Tai Sin Temple to get a fortune stick for Handsome Sheng and see if he is God's godson?"

"Let's see if the heavens are always protecting him!"

Mei Feng picked up a long torch and threw it to the henchmen behind her, telling them to start filling it with peanuts.

The boats are ready; five large speedboats will take only twenty minutes to get from Tseung Kwan O to Tsing Yi.

Traffic jams may occur on land, but not on the sea. As long as the engine is powerful enough, you can take off from the spot and nobody will care.

Looking at the fully armed henchmen behind Mei-Feng, Mai-Tou knew that Mei-Feng was determined to kill Handsome Sheng this time.

He has friends on both sides, he's really in a dilemma!
Since it's a difficult situation, Mai Tou can only pretend he doesn't know anything about it, and let fate decide who lives and who dies.

A, on the other end of the phone, was about to ask more questions when he heard a busy tone on the receiver. He called back, but no one answered.

Oriental Wind Chaser!
After muttering the ship's name to himself a few times, A-zai immediately made a decision.

We absolutely cannot let go of the information Meifeng gave us!

It seems that Song Sheng has also been keeping an eye on Biao Jin and Professor J!

(End of this chapter)