Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 230 The Mysterious Man Behind the Scenes

at the same time.

A high-end restaurant in Lan Kwai Fong, Central.

Liang Kun and Du Mu are hosting a banquet for Hong Jingbao of Jiahe, as well as Cheng Long.

Doom raised his glass and got straight to the point, saying to the two men, "You are both superstars in the entertainment industry, and I'm sure you've both been harassed by rumors and gossip from the media."

My older brother has established the Hong Kong Performing Artists Association, and now formally invites Ah Bao to become the president of the association, and Ah Long to become the vice president of the association..."

"Furthermore, in the future, if you are ever harassed by any gang, you will be protected by the association."

"Whether you join now or not is up to you."

After Doom finished speaking, Hong Jingbao hesitated for a moment before raising his glass and saying, "Thank you, Brother Doom and Brother Kun, for thinking so highly of me."

After saying that, Hong Jingbao nudged Cheng Long's elbow.

Cheng Long also raised his glass and said, "Thank you for your appreciation."

"Very good, our eldest brother will not treat you unfairly." Doom was quite satisfied with the two's attitude, and he patted Hong Jingbao and Cheng Long on the shoulder.

Leaving Lan Kwai Fong, Kwan and Doom stepped into the Mercedes. Kwan couldn't help but complain, "Didn't you find Fatty Lai yesterday? Why didn't you take him out on the spot?"

"Big Brother said that Fatty Li is just a pawn. There are big shots behind him, high-ranking foreigners. Big Brother has set up a scheme to bring everyone in and then take care of everything," Doom explained with a smile.

Liang Kun pulled out a pack of Marlboro Red and handed one to Doom, saying, "Why don't we just take out all the people behind him? That would save us so much trouble."

"What if Fatty Li has a powerful backer, or even someone else behind him?" Doom asked mysteriously.

Liang Kun was stunned for a moment, then felt a chill run down his spine and asked, "How important is he?"

"As far as I know, he's an absolutely incredible person." Doom grinned.

After finishing their discussion, Chen Jiajun, escorted by the young demon slaves, stepped out of the Shangri-La Hotel.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses got out of a top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz parked by the roadside and shouted to Chen Jiajun in a loud voice, "Sir Chen, I am Lü Qinghong."

Chen Jiajun paused for a moment, then smiled broadly and said, "Hello, Attorney Lü."

Lu Qinghong strode over and said, "Sir Chen, it's not easy to run into you. There's been a misunderstanding between us. Shall we talk about it?"

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" Chen Jiajun asked with a smile.

Lu Qinghong said with a smile, "The sun is shining brightly today, how about we go out to sea to fish together? I have a big gift for Sir Chen, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

“Since Attorney Lü has said so, I’m also curious about the gift you mentioned. Where shall we meet?” Chen Jiajun immediately agreed.

From the moment Fat Lai started attacking Chen Jiajun, he was very curious about who the big shots behind Fat Lai, Lü Qinghong, and Lü Mingzhu were.
Behind these motivations lies a grand conspiracy, or at least a substantial economic interest.

Otherwise, the losses outweigh the gains.

He had previously made several speculations, one being the Khun Sa Group, and the other being the CIA. Now it is indeed time to unveil the mystery.

Led by Lü Qinghong, the convoy slowly came to a stop at the Victoria Harbour pier.

At this moment, a luxurious yacht with a hundred-foot-long oyster-white hull was moored in front of everyone. Lu Qinghong's father, Lu Mingzhu, a member of the Legislative Council of Hong Kong, was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit and smoking a briar pipe, standing at the bow of the ship.

Fatty Li and Lü Mingzhu fought side by side.

“Sir Chen.” Lu Mingzhu smiled, revealing his teeth, when he saw Chen Jun.

"Big Brother Jun." Fatty Li also greeted Chen Jiajun.

“Councilor Lu, I’m a bit timid, so I’m bringing a few bodyguards on board. You don’t mind, do you?”

Chen Jiajun greeted the two men and waved.

"It's alright." Lü Mingzhu smiled, clearly not afraid of Chen Jiajun's martial prowess, which meant he also had quite a few bodyguards on the ship.

Once aboard the yacht, it slowly sailed out of Victoria Harbour.

Lu Mingzhu stepped forward and shook hands with him, "Thank you for coming."

“I often see people praising Councilor Lu for his incorruptibility in the media, but I never imagined he would own such a superyacht in private.” Chen Jiajun smiled knowingly.

"It's just a small yacht, Sir Chen. You really should go to Europe or America. Compared to those real yachts, my yacht is just a trinket. Please come with me."

Led by Lü Mingzhu, Chen Jiajun arrived at the cabin. A strong white man with deep-set eyes and blond hair stood up. Lü Mingzhu introduced him: "This is Mr. Vincent, the former Navy SEAL commander."

The Navy SEALs are one of the world's top ten special forces units. They were established in 1962 and are officially known as the "US Navy SEALs".

As a long-established elite force in the U.S. military, every SEAL member is an elite among elites.

"Vincent, this is the famous Sir Chan Ka-Chun, the Emperor of Hong Kong."

"Sir Chen, I have long admired your name."

"Vincent, hello, hello."

Chen Jiajun looked at this refined-looking foreigner with gold-rimmed glasses, who was also connected to the Navy SEALs. He figured he must be one of the masterminds behind the scenes, and he smiled broadly.

After everyone was seated, Lü Mingzhu handed Chen Jiajun a cigar, and Lü Qinghong poured Chen Jiajun a full glass of champagne.

Lu Mingzhu exclaimed, "The Emperor of Kowloon, Hong Kong Island, is indeed not as arrogant as he claims. I received news that you have already contacted Tianbo Law Firm. Brilliant, truly brilliant. No wonder Fatty Li can't outmaneuver you."

“Councilor Lu, you didn’t call me here just to talk about these things, did you?”

Chen Jiajun lit a cigar and looked at Fatty Li beside him.

Inside the yacht's cabin were Vincent, Chen Jiajun, Lü Mingzhu, Lü Qinghong, Fatty Li, and their respective bodyguards.

Fat Li was sitting on the far side, so he obviously had the least say.

"Of course not, but before we talk about business, I'd like to express our goodwill first."

Lu Mingzhu smiled and looked at Fatty Li, saying, "Fatty Li, tomorrow you should take stock of how much of your family property you have and give it all to Sir Chen as compensation."

"No way, Councilor Lu?" Fat Li, who had just been smiling obsequiously, suddenly froze on the spot.

"Hmm?" Vincent, the foreigner sitting next to him, made a heavy nasal sound. Suddenly, a black bodyguard drew his pistol and, without warning, shot Fatty Li in the head.

Fatty Li never imagined he would die here, let alone that his killer would be one of his own.

"Hmph, a dog should be prepared to be a dog. The most pathetic thing about a person is not being able to distinguish their own role."

Blood and brain matter splattered all over Legislator Lu Mingzhu's face, but he showed no panic. Instead, he wiped his face and sneered.

Several bodyguards stepped forward and dragged Fatty Li's body out of the cabin.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Mingzhu said, "Sir Chen, Lu Qinghong is Fat Li's lawyer. He will compensate you in full. Please forgive our previous recklessness."

"Such great goodwill? It seems that Councilor Lu and this Mr. Vincent must have something in mind. I'll listen carefully."

Having seen many big events, Chen Jiajun remained calm and smiled.

“Let me speak with Sir Chen,” Vincent said to Lü Mingzhu.

Lü Mingzhu nodded.

“Sir Chen, how’s your English?” asked Vincent, the former Navy SEAL commander.

“Spoken communication is no problem,” Chen Jiajun said, taking a sip of champagne.

Vincent nodded: "Very good, Sir Chen, I have a question for you. What do you think is the most profitable business in the world?"

Chen Jiajun rested his hands on the sofa and replied, "The most profitable businesses in the world are all written in the law."

"Good."

Vincent snapped his fingers: "I completely agree with you. Let me introduce myself. After retiring from the Navy SEALs, I was a high-ranking officer in the U.S. Navy's anti-narcotics unit."

"I see. You like to eliminate your competitors before doing business with them. Since you couldn't get rid of me, you want to cooperate with me, is that right?"

Upon hearing Vincent's background, Chen Jiajun immediately realized what was going on.

“That’s right. I admire your saying, ‘Kill your competitors before you do business.’ When we were doing business in South America, we would cooperate with the local police to conduct drug raids beforehand. After all the threatening competitors in the market were gone, we would sell our goods at a high price.”

Vincent looked appreciative: "By the way, we should thank you first. It's because you killed so many of our competitors a few years ago that our shipment is now worth $25 billion."

"That's an astronomical sum, but why would you think I'd cooperate with you?"

Chen Jiajun downed the champagne in his glass in one gulp and puffed on his cigar.

The figure of 2.5 billion really startled him, especially since it was in US dollars.

Vincent winked at Lu Mingzhu, who then brought over a folder: "According to the information we've gathered, you owe HSBC a total of HK$95 billion."

"You've done a good job with the intelligence work. I am indeed short of money," Chen Jiajun chuckled.

Vincent continued, "Although you didn't sell Miss White and Ice Jelly before, we're actually the same kind of people. You don't need to deny it so quickly, or to put it simply, we need you, or rather, we don't need you."

“I understand what you mean. You’re saying that your business can run smoothly even without me. With my help, your business can be even smoother and you can sell faster.”

Chen Jiajun took a few puffs of his cigar and said.

Vincent snapped his fingers again. “I like dealing with smart people. We lack a powerful partner in Hong Kong, and you are our best choice. We hope to sell this batch of goods throughout Hong Kong. If Hong Kong can't handle it, then we can sell it to the mainland or Taiwan. These are all your options. In short, you are the only one in charge in Southeast Asia. Lu Mingzhu will also assist you in the future.”

"Officially, after you won those three battles against the Hong Kong media, the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), and Fat Lai's garment factory, coupled with your status as Sir Chan, I think even if the Governor of Hong Kong wanted to take action against you, he would have to think twice about his abilities."

"In private, you have tens of thousands of brothers who would do anything for you. If things are exposed, you can just find someone to take the blame."

"Moreover, Tuen Mun Ferry Pier is your property, and you also own the most efficient money laundering channel in Hong Kong, SJM Holdings."

"That's why we value you."

Chen Jiajun smiled and put his feet on the table, arrogantly saying, "Your analysis is quite good."

Next, I will retire from this life of crime and leave the shady business to my brothers.

So, Vincent, give me a reason why I should choose you as my partner. There are so many powerful figures around the world—in Colombia, northern Myanmar, and all over the world—those who want to cooperate with me could line up from Tuen Mun all the way to Tsim Sha Tsui.

"It's very simple. First of all, Khun Sa will not cooperate with you; he hates you to the core. As for the rest, they have no official backing."

Vincent leaned down, his expression meaningful.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "I don't want to become the second Fatty Li."

"No, no, no," Vincent said, shaking his finger.

“You’re different from Fat Lai. In Hong Kong, I dare say even the Flying Tigers might not be a match for you.”

"Your intelligence work has actually reached this level?" Chen Jiajun rubbed his temples and narrowed his eyes.

Vincent said coldly, "Before choosing a partner, we will thoroughly investigate them. The batch of weapons that our US military lost in Vietnam ended up in your hands, didn't it?"

“I don’t understand what you’re saying at all, neither do you, nor does the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region, but I really didn’t do that thing.” Chen Jiajun shook his head with a smile.

After a moment's thought, Vincent said, "Alright, let's not talk about that. In short, you're a worthy partner."

We hope to have a long-term cooperative relationship with you, with both sides prioritizing harmony.

At the end, Vincent even threw in a Cantonese phrase.

"I can accept your explanation to some extent. But besides that, what else can you offer me?" Chen Jiajun flicked his cigarette ash, looking at Vincent like a greedy person.

"Very good. To do this kind of work, you have to be greedy enough. Greed is what drives humanity forward."

"Alright then, to show our sincerity, we'll offer a 10% discount on this deal," Vincent said after a moment's thought, tapping the table as he made what he considered his biggest concession.

Chen Jiajun shook his finger and took the opportunity to propose a condition: "I don't care about money. Here's the deal: I want to acquire a piece of land in Southeast Asia, the kind that can be an independent kingdom, where I will have full autonomy."

“Young man, I advise you not to be greedy. Tell me where it is first,” Vincent said, narrowing his eyes.

Chen Jiajun pointed to a small corner on the map and said, "Bonnie Island, the island of Indonesian monkeys."

(End of this chapter)