Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 95: The whole Yau Ma Tei has my spies

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The soda bottle with half a bottle of cola soda left was stronger than a wooden baseball bat. When Spinach Dong hit it for the first time, the soda shook and produced a lot of foam, which wet his suit.

"I'll attack your mother."

"Tonight is my big night. My suit is wet. How can I make it a big night?"

"Fuck you, you bastard!"

"Hem home shovel!"

Seeing his suit was soiled, Bo Xidong became furious and continued to pick up the soda bottle in his hand and smash it on Simba's head.

After hitting it seven or eight times, the soda bottle shattered and glass shards scattered all over the ground. Seeing that Simba didn't speak, he inserted the broken bottle, which was only left with the bottle mouth, into Simba's thigh.

"Go find the fire bottle. Since Simbago doesn't say anything, just assume that it was Simbago who did it."

"According to the rules of the underworld, one person is responsible for his own actions. Since Brother Simba has chosen to take the lead, I can only listen to you and send you down there to sell salted duck eggs."

Huo Gou immediately walked out of the restaurant, and came back a minute later with a bucket of red oil. Hong Kong had discounts on industrial oil, so in order to prevent it from being used, they used chemical red fuel to mix the diesel and make a distinction.

Bo Xidong was so angry that he could not suppress his anger. He grabbed the oil barrel and poured it on Simba.

If Chi Mengli was present at the scene, he would definitely sneer at Bo Xidong's performance art, because red oil cannot be ignited directly.

Red oil has a high boiling point and usually requires an open flame to ignite at an ambient temperature of around 80-120 degrees Celsius.

However, under normal temperature and pressure conditions, it cannot be ignited using open flames.

In addition, red oil will start to burn when it reaches 220 degrees Celsius, but its auto-ignition point is between 350-380 degrees Celsius, which means that when it reaches this temperature, diesel can burn on its own without an open flame.

This is called learning math, physics and chemistry well, so that you will not be afraid to travel around the world.

However, Bo Xidong only studied up to junior high school, and only reached the second year of junior high school. He slept in class and urinated after class. He was very good at fighting, but he knew nothing about chemistry.

The fire bottles in the society are specially equipped by someone, and they contain more than just red oil.

But this performance art did scare Simba, who was like a dead dog. This tenement building belonged to him and was all his property. If it was burned down, he would be left with nothing. So he quickly shouted, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

"It was Jiuzhouzi who found me. It was Jiuzhouzi who found me."

"He gave me three thousand dollars and I arranged a knifeman for him. I only found out afterwards that the person Jiuzhouzi wanted to kill was Brother Sheng."

"If I had known in advance, it would definitely not be this. No, I definitely would not have accepted it. Everyone knows that Brother Sheng is the latest celebrity in the world, the big shot in the bathroom!"

"Who dares to offend!"

Kyushu boy?
Bo Xidong was well-informed and experienced, but he had no idea who the Jiuzhouzi Simba was talking about. He thought that Pujiezi must be kidding him. He picked up the oil barrel and continued to pour it on Simbazi.

"I've told you everything I know, Brother Dong, please let me live!"

"Jiuzhouzi is a big mouthful duck, Jiuzhouzi is a big mouthful duck"

Hearing the words "big mouth duck", Bocaidong stopped and smashed the oil barrel on Simba, who was a loser. He had not exercised recently, and he was sweating after just moving twice. He walked to the corner, took a bottle of soda from the soda box for each of his men, bit open a bottle for himself with his teeth, and drank most of the bottle in one breath.

"Brother Simba, you are pretending to be a hero! You are a coward, so you just hide in your turtle shell and act like a turtle bastard."

"let's go."

Bo Xidong smashed the soda bottle at Simba and left the restaurant.

Ah Shui sat on the chair and stretched his slightly stiff body. It was now 5:30 in the afternoon and it would be his turn to go to work in half an hour.

Business was good last night, and I worked until four in the morning before I had a chance to take a nap. I slept all day but still couldn't relax. Next week I will be working the day shift, but the money earned during the day shift is less and there is no profit.

He had a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his hand, but he didn't light it because he was thinking about something more important, which was calculating how much money he had earned in the past three days.

This street used to be Lao Fu's place, and I was also Lao Fu's Blue Lantern. The big boss I followed was Egg Tart Star and Lao Fu's Lao Sijiu. But they were cleared out by the water room, and now I don't know where to beg for food.

We, a bunch of parking attendants, don't have an ocean bottom. We are just the blue lanterns that follow Lao Fu to work. The storyteller was right when he said, a good bird finds a good tree to roost on. Although I am not a phoenix, but just a sparrow, I need to quickly find a bigger tree to stay on.

Since you have to call everyone boss, you are not just hanging around there, you are just there to make money!

So these former parking attendants of Lao Fu, the Blue Lanterns, each took a red envelope of twenty dollars and went directly to the water room. They pooled their money together to set up three tables for the banquet, although it was the lowest-end banquet, costing two hundred and sixty-six dollars.

After a few drinks, the former loser Spinach Dong became Dong Ge.

Parking boys and blue lanterns are all peripheral personnel. The major social organizations need them, but they don’t care whether they stay or leave.

The rules of Shuifang Liangzaisheng are different from those of other clubs. He emphasizes clear pricing. He sets up a table and makes an advertising board directly in front of the stairs. He charges by the hour, which is divided into several packages.

Ninety-nine dollars an hour, one hundred and ninety-nine dollars for two hours, and two hundred and ninety-nine dollars for three hours. The parking attendants take 30% of the money earned, and the popular spinach owner in the water room who manages the parking attendants takes 20%. The remaining 50% is handed over to the society.

I also bought professional ticket stubs and receipts, in duplicate, one for the customers and one for files. I settle the accounts every day and pay salaries every three days.

As for the tips given by the guests, they all belong to the parking attendant and can be pocketed on the spot.

Because the prices are clearly marked, I earn much more than before. The only difficulty is that I need to do the accounting every day. If I’m not good at math, I have to find a small notebook to write it down.

Ah Shui roughly calculated that the parking stall he worked in earned 6,720 yuan in three days, and 30% of it was 2,016. There were five people in the parking stall, two on the day shift and three on the night shift, so he could get 403 yuan.

If you count the tips of more than 200 yuan I received in the past two days, that’s 600 yuan. I earned more than 600 yuan in three days, which means 200 yuan a day. Even white-collar workers working in air-conditioned rooms in Central may not be able to get this salary.

After calculating the money for the next three days in his head, Ah Shui raised his hand, lit a cigarette with a lighter, blew out a smoke ring comfortably, and waited to go to work.

"Brother Shui, something is wrong!"

Shuangdao, who had been working together, ran over from the corner of the street, sat on the steps nearby, and gasped for a few times before uttering the words that frightened Ah Shui.

"What are you doing?"

"Your elder brother is timid and was scared to death by you. Will you raise Ada for me?"

(End of this chapter)