RNP Chapter 1 Cutting Off My Source of Income
Chapter 1 Cutting Off My Source of Income
1982 p.m., Yau Ma Tei, Shek Lung Street.
Lin Sheng leaned against the door of a convenience store, a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He tossed in fifty dollars, and seeing the owner's eyes fixed on the horse racing chart, he reached out and grabbed it, pointing to a horse on it and saying, "This one looks so unruly, it's bound to win!"
The shopkeeper in the vest snapped, "What do you know? This is a huge upset!"
Lin Sheng smirked, a look of disgust on his face: "Great! Only the most obscure games can make you big money. I've shown you the path to wealth, but those who didn't listen ended up eating shit. My boss just wouldn't listen, and now he's eating shit every day!"
Lam Sing's current identity is a 49 under the command of Kwan Tsai-sum, the head of Yau Ma Tei.
But he also has another identity: an undercover agent in the police force!
"Which traitor has ever met a good end?"
Whether he's a gangster or an undercover police officer, he doesn't want to be one. He only wants to do business, make money, drive luxury cars, live in mansions, and have others respectfully call him Mr. Lin when they see him.
Instead of dying a limp.
With Lin Sheng's advanced understanding of the world, he could easily seize any opportunity to turn the tide.
Not long after transmigrating, Lin Sheng started making money selling women's underwear and stockings, earning hundreds of thousands of yuan in profit each month.
In Hong Kong Island, where manpower costs only a thousand dollars, this already exceeds 99% of the population.
However, less than 0.01% of people can afford to live in the hillside villas, so Lin Sheng has a long way to go.
After careful consideration, the boss decided to listen to Lin Sheng and buy that horse!
"Hey, the election for the new leader of your company, Luen Shing, is about to begin. Are you going to vote for Big D or Lok Siu?"
"What's it to me!" Lin Sheng said nonchalantly, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.
The position of the master is the most dangerous of the three evil positions.
Whoever sits on that throne has one foot in the coffin and the other in prison. Making money is more important than being in charge!
Boss: "Uh..."
Just then, a loud shout rang out.
"A street vendor!"
Lin Sheng turned his head and looked at a car with a sign that read "Trafficking Management Team". A dozen or so police officers in military uniforms got out of the car. When the street vendors saw this, they hurriedly pushed their carts and fled.
Dozens of stalls quickly fled the street, turning the street into a chaotic mess, like a battleground.
"Liang Sheng, the hawker control team is coming to arrest people and shut down stalls, why aren't you scared?" The store owner quickly reminded them when he saw these unscrupulous police officers.
Recently, Lin Sheng's counterfeit women's clothing has been the most profitable item on this street, which used to be very quiet at night.
But after he arrived, he attracted many beautiful women.
The surge in foot traffic has brought a surge in activity to the entire street.
Lin Sheng's goods on his stall were worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. Didn't he feel bad when the smuggling control team confiscated them?
"That'll scare his mother!" Lin Sheng said, scoffing.
The Street Vendors Management Team (SMD) was under the jurisdiction of the Hong Kong Police Force and was specifically responsible for managing unlicensed street vendors who operated illegally on the streets, much like the urban management teams of later generations.
Under the boss's surprised gaze, Lin Sheng, hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips, casually walked towards the group of colonial police officers who wanted to take over his business.
All the vendors on the street had fled, leaving behind a mess.
Only Lin Sheng's stall was arrogantly parked on the road, and the entire traffic control team fixed their eyes on it, their eyes burning with desire.
Captain Wong Sir's eyes were practically smiling; as long as they shut down Lin Sheng's stall, they could complete the mission.
I can easily sell it tomorrow and get half a year's salary in my pocket.
"Operating without a license, all goods will be confiscated according to regulations!"
Inspector Wong shouted at the short-haired youth in front of the stall, and before the youth could react, he immediately yelled to his men, "Move!"
"Bang!"
Jimmy pressed his hands against the stall, using all his strength to stop them from pushing it away. He looked up at the group of smuggling enforcement officers, his voice trembling slightly: "Officers, my boss, Brother Sheng, isn't here. Don't cause any trouble!"
Everyone paused, their eyes turning to Inspector Wong.
Most night vendors have some kind of triad background. This guy dared to stand up to them, so he must have someone backing him.
Inspector Wong scoffed, "Even if you're the Governor of Hong Kong, you can't stop us. Move out now, or you'll be arrested for obstructing official business!"
Jimmy's face immediately turned ugly. Afraid of being arrested, he loosened his grip on the car considerably.
Inspector Wong smiled with satisfaction: "You're smart enough to take this. Hurry up and take it; we'll go get some late-night snacks later!"
As the vendors worked together to push the cart, a steady, loud, yet nonchalant voice came from behind.
"You don't even respect the Governor of Hong Kong! Even the Superintendent of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau isn't as arrogant as you!"
Inspector Wong turned around and looked at Lin Sheng for a moment before frowning and saying, "You handsome bastard, this is none of your business, get out of here."
"Fine, this stall is mine, you're saying it's none of my business?"
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Sheng walked to the stall and placed one hand on it. Everyone felt an irresistible force, and the stall immediately stopped.
Inspector Wong pointed at Lam Sing's nose and yelled, "You're operating without a license, and I'm just following the rules. Complaints are useless. Take him away too. He won't learn his lesson unless he's severely punished!"
"Damn it! Who said I don't have a license?"
Inspector Wong, thinking Lin Sheng was about to resist, immediately pulled out his baton: "Take him and the car away. If he resists, beat him!"
Lin Sheng casually slammed the baton to the ground and looked at Huang Sir with icy eyes.
"You dare assault a police officer?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all of Inspector Wong's men pulled out their batons and pointed them at Lin Sheng: "We're warning you, don't mess around!"
Lin Sheng lightly tapped the sign hanging on the stall and angrily cursed, "Can't you see such a big sign? Are you all blind?"
Inspector Wong's expression immediately darkened. His gaze lingered on the sign on the stall, and he said to his subordinate, "Go take a look!"
"Officer Wong, he...is not operating without a license!"
"How is that possible!"
Inspector Wong looked surprised, his eyes filled with disbelief.
However, even if a licensed business cannot confiscate its goods, it can still be charged with obstructing street business and fined five thousand dollars.
"You're obstructing my business, I have the right..."
"Go to hell! If you didn't bring your eyes with you, go back and take your medicine!" Lin Sheng cursed angrily, showing no respect whatsoever to the other party.
Inspector Wong's face turned ashen. He leaned over to the stall and glanced at the license plate address, his eyes wide with shock: "The business address is on this street? What's going on?!"
"Should we ask your foreign boss to come and confirm?"
"There's no...necessity!"
He owns the whole street. Is he some big-time water tap owner setting up a stall to experience life?
At this moment, everyone's expressions turned serious, and the way they looked at Lin Sheng changed.
"Officer, a good dog doesn't block the way. If you're not going to buy anything, go home and eat shit!"
With Lin Sheng's mocking laughter still echoing in his ears, Inspector Huang dared not be negligent. He bowed deeply to him, his face full of respect: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, it was my fault!"
"Get lost!" Lin Sheng waved his hand, his movements and expression as if he were shooing away a fly!
The people here are simple and honest. If you treat them like human beings, they'll shit on your head tomorrow. But if you treat them like dog shit, they'll treat you like a human being.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin!"
Inspector Wong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led his men away.
"Brother Sheng, you're amazing!"
Jimmy looked at Lin Sheng with admiration and quickly took out a lighter to light his cigarette.
Even Inspector Wong from the hawker management team had to apologize respectfully to Brother Sheng. From now on, who would dare to arrest someone and shut down their stall on this street!
"Isn't this my lighter? So you stole it!"
"Hehe!" Jimmy winked. Isn't it all about you doing what I want with lighters?
Lin Sheng slapped him across the face and then said, "The customers are here, let's get to business!"
The management team slunk away, and the customer returned with an excited smile on his face, no longer worried about not being able to buy sexy lingerie at a great price!
"Yes, Brother Sheng!"
The pretty girls gathered around, and Jimmy was full of energy and enthusiasm.
"I'm leaving now, keeping an eye on the stall!"
Lin Sheng disliked being surrounded by these women, so he put his earnings for the night into his pocket, ready to enter the lottery.
The operating license on the stall was drawn yesterday; otherwise, how could the food safety management team have run away with their tails between their legs!
With a thought, a panel appeared in my mind.
Name: Lin Sheng
Physical fitness: 6.9 (average person 6)
skill:
Muay Thai Level 2 (113/200)
Shooting Level 2: (23/200)
Number of draws: 0
Note: Each draw costs 10,000, with a minimum of five consecutive draws.
Physique is the foundation of physical strength, agility, and endurance. The original body's physique was similar to that of an ordinary person. Lin Sheng drew an experience book in the lottery to improve his skills, which is how he leveled up!
If you win cash or a license plate, it will be issued through legal procedures!
"Giveaway, five in a row!"
As the lights on the turntable came on, five glittering items quickly appeared in Lin Sheng's mind.
"Damn, another experience book! It'll give you a killing technique!"
Lin Sheng was speechless. He had recently spent hundreds of thousands on lottery draws, enough to buy a spacious and comfortable house.
Slap the experience book onto Muay Thai. This skill can improve physical fitness in all aspects, unlike shooting, which mainly enhances arm muscles!
Muay Thai Level 3 (23/400)
The moment the panel changed, various training images flashed through Lin Sheng's mind: straight punches, hooks, knee strikes, and elbow strikes were completely integrated with his body.
At the same time, his physical condition improved, and his muscle explosive power became stronger. The process of his body becoming stronger made Lin Sheng feel comfortable and invigorated.
"Make money!"
As soon as the thought crossed Lin Sheng's mind, images of movies, gold, diamonds, and bearer securities flashed through his mind. He imagined how he could easily make tens or hundreds of millions just by making a quick buck.
Unfortunately, trying to double-cross someone without a gun is just asking for death!
Just after the lottery draw, Lin Sheng's pager went off, displaying the message: "Brother Sheng, your stall cart got smashed!"
Lin Sheng was just thinking of ways to make money when his stall was vandalized. Enraged, his muscles bulged, and his eyes flashed with a vicious, cold light: "Who the hell smashed my stall and cut off my source of income?!"