Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 100 Gold Chef
twelve o'clock in the evening.

Ji Bu drove to Lin Kun's villa.

Lin Kun came out from the shadow of the door, looking very anxious, with his hands on his waist and waving his hands before the car stopped, he walked around the front of the car and opened the door to get in.

"In such a hurry?"

Ji Bu got up and brought him the waist massager in the back seat: "I just bought it today, try it."

"Ah."

Lin Kun put the massager on and motioned for Ji Bu to drive: "There is something wrong with the food, go to the kitchen."

"Ah."

Ji Bu nodded without asking any further questions, and then followed Lin Kun's guidance and headed towards his destination.

The dish should be flour.

As for the kitchen, it should be his underground workshop.

Three 10 minutes later.

The car arrived at Cheung Fai Industrial Building in Kwun Tong, then drove into a spacious alley, turned off the engine and waited.

The alley was very quiet, there were several trucks parked in the middle of the road, and the cold lights elongated the shadows of the trucks parked in the alley.

At a glance.

There is a long row of high-rise buildings in front of me, with few lights.

"Brother Kun."

Ji Bu sat in the car and waited for a while, looking at Lin Kun who was not moving, "Why don't you just go up?"

"I don't know where."

Lin Kun squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "In our business, the superiors and subordinates must keep absolute isolation from each other, it's safe."

He sighed, and said in an impatient tone, "If it wasn't for something wrong with the food, I wouldn't even come here."

Lin Kun has always been driving carefully, never revealing the location of the warehouse, the location of the processing plant, and never showing himself in front of the assembly line.

"what"

Ji Bu was thoughtful, but said nothing.

He took out a cigarette, rolled down the window and was about to light it, when a middle-aged man suddenly walked out from the exit of the corridor in front.

The middle-aged man is limping, and when he walks, he presses his right hand on his leg. He is a lame man.

"coming."

Lin Kun took off his seat belt and got out of the car, and Ji Bu followed.

I saw two people getting out of the car.

The middle-aged man who had just walked towards them turned around immediately, and his pace quickened a bit before he was about to run away.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Lin Kun shouted impatiently: "Why are you running, you're taking the trouble, you're one of your own!"

The middle-aged man stopped when he heard Lin Kun say that, and looked Ji Bu up and down quickly: "Which one is he?"

Lin Kun said casually, "Abu, the driver."

When they were talking, Ji Bu was also looking at the middle-aged man.

He was about fifty years old, with a gray beard, glasses, and a general face. The most obvious feature was his limp.

"Hey boss."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief: "You should inform me first, suddenly there are more people coming out, it's not scaring me to death."

"Lame loyalty."

Lin Kun introduced the lame middle-aged man to Ji Bu, and shook his palm impatiently: "Let's go up and have a look."

The two followed him towards the upper floors of the industrial building, except for the elevator led by Lai Zhong.

Ji Bu glanced at the floor sign pasted on the wall: 8F.

Inside the industrial building is intricate.

There are at least four main passages on the first floor, and there are countless stores inside, which is a bit similar to a large post-modern clothing wholesale market.

Liao Zhong walked in front, circled several corners, and then stopped in front of a door sign, reaching out to ring the doorbell.

While waiting, Ji Bu looked up calmly.

On the door plate is the Precision Printing Co., Ltd. written in big red letters, and two closed-circuit televisions are placed on one left and one right.

Soon.

The door was opened by a young man from the inside, looking at the two unfamiliar faces Lin Kun and Ji Bu standing at the door through the big iron gate in the middle.

"What are you looking at!"

Lin Kun frowned impatiently, and scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing in a daze, open the door!"

The man then opened the left and right sliding doors. After they entered, he first looked out with his head, and then turned around and locked the door.

"Crack clap!"

Ji Bu glanced back.

Good guy.

There are six locks hanging on the iron door.

Three knob spring-type door locks, with three buckle-type bolts on the outside, one on the left and one on the right, locked in the middle, plus the door inside.

If you want to force your way in, without a professional cutting machine, you really can't get in without spending some effort.

Ji Bu followed behind into the inner hall, and quickly scanned the situation in the inner hall. .

In the middle of the hall, several tables are spliced ​​together, and the top is covered with a layer of iron sheet to form a large table.

There are balance scales, precise measuring cups, mixers and other various production tools and various raw materials on the table.

next to.

Oven and other large tools are also readily available.

"what happened."

Lin Kun walked in and took off his coat by the way: "What's wrong?"

"Can't freeze."

The man in the apron handed over the basin in his hand: "It still doesn't work after repeating it twice."

Lin Kun shook the basin, and the contents inside were sticky and thick, like flour with too much water added.

"Why can't it solidify?"

Lin Kun leaned down and sniffed and checked the various powders on the table, then rolled up his shirt sleeves, dug out a small spoonful of raw materials with a spoon, and put them on the iron table:
"Give me a cigarette."

The man next to him immediately took out a cigarette and joined him.

"Come on!"

Lin Kun scolded angrily.

He's quit smoking now and hates the smell.

He took the lit cigarette and blew on the cigarette butt. The ash was blown away to reveal the red cigarette butt, which rubbed against the small pinch of powder on the table.

With the contact of the cigarette butt, the powder immediately began to burn, emitting white and blue smoke.

"Eh"

Liao Zhong leaned over and looked at the swirling smoke: "It's from Mei."

"Magnesium is silver-gray."

Lin Kun scolded unceremoniously: "This is potassium nitrate, haven't you read it in middle school?!"

Lai Zhong scratched the back of his head and stopped talking.

"where did you buy it."

"It's not the one in Shenshuifu."

Lai Zhong gritted his teeth: "Damn you, his store will definitely be burned down tomorrow."

"Top baa top!"

Lin Kun stretched out his hand and urged: "Hurry up and bring two sets of US dollars, and make up again, or it will be too late!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Liao Zhong quickly started to help.

"Abu."

Lin Kun picked up a gas mask and threw it to Ji Bu: "Put it on."

Ji Bu stepped back holding the mask, looked at the busy people, and then stood aside to watch.

Lin Kun put on a gas mask, put on a rubber glove and began to operate.

"Fall down!"

Lin Kun bent down in front of the balance scale, fixed his eyes on the scale mark, directed them to assist him, then picked up the measuring cup to start accurate values, and then put the mixed things into the blender.

Then the rough-processed finished products are put into square molds one by one, pressed into a regular shape with a manual molding machine, put into a baking tray, and then put into an oven.

After drying, take out the finished products, put them one by one on the balance scale to check the weight, and finally pack it.

A series of methods such as mold breaking, weighing, mixing, and mold inversion are quite skilled, fast and professional.

can be seen.

Lin Kun himself is definitely a chef, and he is a very authoritative chef, and his words and deeds are quite professional.

"call"

Lin Kun wiped the sweat off his neck with a towel, picked up the paper package of raw materials on the table, and looked at Ji Bu:

"Double Lion Earth card."

"It used to be made of Maffei bricks. It took a lot of work to make it drinkable, so now it's all finished products."

"That's 99% pure ash."

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Kun, but didn't answer.

"Here."

Lin Kun picked up the unopened Shuangshi Earth brand Maffei bricks on the table, and began to popularize science for him:

"The bad guys call it "4 Zai", we call it "U.S. dollar", if you eat it directly, you will definitely eat it to death. "

"So we have to dilute it and add various things to it. After diluting, this thing is called "Hong Kong Paper". "

"U.S. dollars, Hong Kong paper?"

Ji Bu repeated: "It's interesting."

There is a specialization in the art industry. At first hearing this name, no one would associate it with flour.

"The Hong Kong paper is this, the one that was traded with Micha and the others last time."

Lin Kun pointed to the finished Hong Kong paper that had already been made and packaged on the table: "The purity of our stuff is high enough."

"Some customers will go in with some stuff after they get it, such as karaoke, glucose, or smurfs."

"Anyway, the goal is to make high profits, and some reckless ones will even mix in wall dust."

He reached out and patted the putty gray wall: "Just scrape this thing in, fuck it."

"However, our goods must be beautiful enough, and the purity must be high enough, so that there will be repeat customers looking for us."

At this time, Lin Kun was talking eloquently, and in his speech and demeanor, he seemed to be an experienced gold medal chef, and he was like two people with his previous image.

"Hey."

Lin Kun picked up the Hong Kong paper wrapped in waterproof kraft paper on the table: "Do you know why we use this rectangular mold?"

"I don't know."

Ji Bu shrugged and shook his head.

"It's easy to ship."

Lin Kun grinned, and stuffed the rectangular Hong Kong paper into his trouser pocket: "Look, the size is just the size of a pocket, so it's easy to carry."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu laughed when he heard the words: "Don't really say it, it seems to be the truth, the size is just right."

"Let me tell you, don't underestimate this piece."

Lin Kun took the Hong Kong paper in his hand and weighed it: "The weight of this piece is 350 grams, which is just right. The purity of 65 is very popular in the market."

He smiled complacently: "This small piece is worth 20 mosquitoes. Look at our production speed."

"As long as the market channels are well maintained, is it still difficult to find the [-] million I told you earlier?!"

"what"

Ji Bu looked at Lin Kun, and then at the Hong Kong paper in his hand, both of them laughed tacitly:

"Hahaha"

then.

The two waited for a while, watching Lai Zhong and the others remake it themselves, and then left after confirming that it was correct.

After the two got into the car, they drove Lin Kun towards the villa.

"I thought about it."

Lin Kun was sitting in the co-pilot, stretching out his hand to pull the seat belt: "The eight-faced Buddha is going to fight with us now, and I will definitely respond to him."

"Duan Kun, Liang Kun, these two hit the street, forget it, let's not talk about it, now it's me and Brother Shan, you will get in touch with this level sooner or later, I will teach you to accumulate experience earlier."

He took a deep breath: "And you, you should take on this burden earlier."

"Eh."

Ji Bu held the steering wheel, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lin Kun in the rearview mirror: "Okay, Brother Kun, don't worry, I'll get started as soon as possible."

"Look at me now, I'm sick all over, I have to find a successor."

Lin Kun turned to look at Ji Bu who was driving, smiled and shook his head: "I don't know why I trust you so much."

"But to be honest, you are a person who has a beginning and an end in doing things, has a brain and thought, is calm, has a pattern, and can accomplish great things."

He murmured to himself: "Okay, very good." He said again: "Anyway, remember, be careful in everything."

"Next, I will let you gradually get in touch with this business, and Hua Tsai and the others can take care of the work on the site below."

"In short, get started as soon as possible, so that I can leave things to you."

"no problem."

Ji Bu bared his teeth and laughed, "I'm sure you won't disappoint Brother Kun."

"That's good."

Lin Kun nodded in satisfaction, and then changed the subject: "Hey, do you know why I am so disgusted with Scale?"

"what"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows, remembering the scene of the waiter weighing caviar with an electronic scale when he ate at a western restaurant last time:
"Why?"

"Why?"

Lin Kun looked at Ji Bu and laughed, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes squeezed together: "Because if we are caught, we will be imprisoned by gram."

"So, be careful in everything, and try not to have face-to-face contact with those who ship the goods."

"A lot of things, if you can't meet, you can't meet, if you can, you can keep a hand in the middle. In this way, if something happens, you can't find us at all."

"it is good."

Ji Bu nodded again, and stopped the car at the entrance of the villa: "Give me some time, I'll explore slowly and get on the road as soon as possible."

"Ah."

Lin Kun took off his seat belt and was about to get out of the car. He seemed to remember something again: "By the way, I think my sister-in-law Ajun is really a good person."

"You know, my wife told me that the moon cake you gave her last Mid-Autumn Festival, she brought it back to show off in front of us, so she wouldn't let us eat it."

"What do you mean that Abu traveled so far to buy her a limited edition handmade product from Mui Wo, an outlying island? That stinky fart."

He shook his head and said, "Really, I can feel it. Ajun really likes you. Don't hesitate. After being a relative, don't you still call me the boss? The same."

"No, Brother Kun."

Ji Bu unfastened his seat belt and rolled down the car window, took out a cigarette and lit it, with a troubled expression on his face, he said, "It's not as simple as you imagined."

"The last time I had dinner with Ajun, she asked me what I was doing."

He breathed out the smoke, stretched out his hand out of the window and flicked the ash: "How do you ask me to answer her, tell her that I am running a drug?"

"..."

Lin Kun opened his mouth when he heard the words, but did not speak.

"Don't worry."

Ji Bu waved his hand, and glanced at the location of the villa: "According to what you said, let's find [-] million yuan first, and now other businesses are in operation, and they are on the right track."

"Wouldn't it be better to wait until you've got enough [-] million yuan to get out, and then openly talk to Ajun about friends, so that she won't be worried."

"Okay, then you can figure it out."

Lin Kun didn't say any more about getting out of the car, but suddenly he seemed to remember something:
"By the way, I called you tonight, and it was A'e who answered the phone. Why is she still living with you?"

"Is there no place to live? Just ask Hua Tsai to find her a place to live. Lonely men and widows live together. There are no rules and no rules. Be careful."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu nodded with a smile, and replied in a relaxed tone: "Okay, okay, don't worry, boss, I know it well, Ah'e's rice is delicious, and the live-in nanny came."

"Hey, as long as you know what's in your heart."

Lin Kun closed the car door and walked towards the villa: "Boy, the matter between you and Ajun really gives me a headache, I can't control you."

"Come and pick me up at noon tomorrow, and I'll take you fishing."

"it is good."

Ji Bu glanced at Lin Kun, stepped on the accelerator and left quickly.

(End of this chapter)