Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"Uncle Chen? Is there something you need?" Li Wenbin was somewhat surprised to receive a call from Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Wenbin, help me investigate a case! It's the recent red gasoline truck explosion case!"

This case was originally handled by the Major Crimes Unit. Li Wenbin glanced at the documents and quickly found the case file: "This case has already been closed! And it was handled as an accident."

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "No, this case is murder! Someone wanted to kill the person who delivered the red oil, but because of a small accident, the victim in this case became the scapegoat!"

Upon hearing this, Li Wenbin's expression immediately turned serious: "Really?"

"Would I lie to you? I'll give you his phone number, you can have a good talk with him yourself! After all, this kind of thing can't just be left like this, right?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Li Wenbin nodded: "Don't worry, if there's anything fishy about this case, I will definitely reinvestigate it."

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news!" Chen Jiajun said and hung up the phone immediately.

Then Chen Jiajun said to Huo Qingsong, "A senior inspector from the Major Crimes Unit will contact you later. Tell him about the situation and who you suspect."

Huo Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chen Jiajun, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"Don't rush to thank me. Although Li Wenbin can help you investigate the case, it seems that you have more trouble than that, right?" Chen Jiajun said to Huo Qingsong.

Huo Qingsong was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "Nothing can escape your eyes, Mr. Chen! The police are watching, that's one reason, and my men are also getting restless. I suspect they've colluded with others."

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "This matter is probably not that simple. You've probably been set up by someone."

Actually, things here are more complicated than with the police, especially the red oil seller, that foreigner from customs.

It's highly unusual for companies to raise prices arbitrarily and then demand a deposit from customers.

If things go wrong, all the money in your hands will be lost.

However, he is now in a position of power and has no choice but to submit his money as a deposit; there is nothing he can do except obediently pay the deposit.

Hearing Chen Jiajun's question, Huo Qingsong could only give a wry smile and say, "I know, but I don't have a better solution right now!"

Chen Jiajun thought for a moment and asked, "What's the name of the foreigner who sold you the chili oil?"

Huo Qingsong was taken aback at first, then quickly said, "It's a foreigner named Alfred. This guy is the assistant superintendent of customs."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I understand. I'll look into this later. You can delay it for as long as you can. Call me again if you really can't delay any longer."

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Huo Qingsong was overjoyed and quickly thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, thank you, Mr. Chen."

After the matter was concluded, Huo Qingsong tactfully withdrew.

Huo Yingnan hadn't spoken until Huo Qingsong left, then he said to Chen Jiajun, "Jun, are you not in a difficult position?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Brother Nan, now that you've spoken, what else is there to say? Besides, I feel there are indeed some problems with this matter; the timing is too coincidental."

"When?" Fok Ying-nam asked, pausing for a moment.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "The perfect opportunity is when our hometown is facing an oil shortage! That damned foreigner will try every means to restrict the development of our hometown whenever he gets the slightest chance."

After hearing this, Fok Ying-nam's expression also turned serious: "Is the situation very serious?"

“It’s not too serious for now, but if this continues, it might cause some minor troubles.” Chen Jiajun said with a frown, “Although the adults in the family have the idea of ​​developing the western region, where there are oil fields, it will probably take many years to implement. During this time, we will be held back by others.”

"Those damned foreigners!" Fok Ying-nam said through gritted teeth.

"Huo Qingsong has been trading with people from his hometown, right?" Chen Jiajun asked.

“That’s right! Qingsong has always followed this path.”

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Then it must be those Englishmen causing trouble. I'm going to take care of this!"

Henry Fok nodded and said, "If there's anything we can help you with, just let me know, and I'll let Lao Bao and the others know."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said with a sneer, "It seems that Chinese capital and British capital are about to have another battle!"

……

With Chen Jiajun's nod of approval, Huo Qingsong felt much more at ease.

Although Chen Jiajun never mentioned helping out, Huo Qingsong knew that the big boss was definitely concerned.

With a cheerful expression, I prepared to drive back, and bought some vegetables when I passed by the market.

At this moment, Huo Qingsong's henchman said to Huo Qingsong, "Your wife just called and said that your relatives are waiting for you at home!"

Huo Qingsong's face immediately fell: "Really?"

“In the past few weeks, Wenbao and his third uncle have been making a lot of moves outside!”

"I know!" Huo Qingsong's face was very ugly.

When he got home, he found several people waiting for him as soon as he entered the villa's yard.

Huo Qingsong ignored these people and carried the groceries home.

These relatives of Huo Qingsong immediately followed.

After entering the house, Huo Qingsong instructed his nanny: "Have them take off their shoes before coming in!"

Although he didn't express his dissatisfaction directly, it was clear that Huo Qingsong was very unhappy with these people.

After entering the room, Wenbao, with a flippant expression, deliberately said loudly, "Hey Qingsong, you're our leader. How dare we not wait for you!"

"But we've been waiting for months, what are we going to do next? The oil dealers who used to sell us oil have stopped doing business with us! And what's more, we've been blacklisted. Forget about making money, even leaving Hong Kong to spend money is a problem!"

“The brothers can’t take it anymore. Even the moles in the oil dealers are slashing prices, demanding we give them an 80 million yuan deposit! 80 million! Brother, we haven’t earned a single penny in the past few months! Where are we going to find 80 million yuan as a deposit?”

Huo Qingsong ignored the guy and just chopped the meat in the kitchen, making a "crackling" sound.

Wenbao sneered and said to the others, "Eighty million! Do you have that, my in-law? Do you have that, Uncle? I've already talked to Brother Donghai, he'll be responsible for that eighty million! We'll decide how to distribute the profits in the future, and most importantly, his company can join!"

"When it comes to cooperation, it all comes down to strength. Their business is much bigger than ours, don't you agree?"

Wen Baotu revealed his true intentions, directly exposing his ulterior motives.

It's blatant disloyalty!
None of Huo Qingsong's relatives spoke; they simply watched him quietly.

Huo Qingsong had long since reached his limit with Wen Bao's arrogant and domineering behavior.

It's important to know that their small family business only managed to gain a foothold in Hong Kong because of Mr. Huo's connection to Huo Qingsong.

Without this connection, how could those bigwigs have gotten involved in the red oil business? And how could they have built such a large business?

Now that a little problem has arisen, some people are clamoring to split up the family business, which is unacceptable to anyone.

So Huo Qingsong seized the opportunity, grabbed a kitchen knife, and was about to chop Wen Bao: "I told you to take off your shoes before you came in, are you fucking deaf?"

But when Huo Qingsong probed him like that, that bastard Wen Bao actually pulled out his gun: "Come on! Come on!"

Huo Qingsong put down the kitchen knife in his hand and said with a sneer, "You even brought a gun. Did you agree with Wu Donghai to come and kill me?"

Wen Bao, of course, denied it and pointed the gun at Huo Qingsong, saying, "Don't make false accusations!"

But at that moment, Wenbao's third uncle, who had been standing with him, suddenly changed his tune and said to Wenbao, "I've told Qingsong about your deal with Wu Donghai!"

Wenbao was shocked and said to his third uncle, "Uncle, have you forgotten how your son Dayong died? If he hadn't switched shifts with Dayong that day, would Dayong have died?"

But Uncle San said directly, "Qingsong has already raised 80 million!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Bao was stunned. The reason he dared to be so arrogant was because he was certain that Huo Qingsong wouldn't be able to come up with the 80 million as a deposit.

He was naturally very surprised to hear his third uncle say that they had actually raised the 80 million.

Uncle Cheng loudly rebuked Wenbao: "We're relatives, why do this? Put the gun away, do you want to lose our relationship?"

Seeing those who had initially stood by him turn against him, Wenbao was filled with disbelief.

He didn't know why everyone suddenly changed their tune and stood with Huo Qingsong.

Just a few days ago, they had planned to force Huo Qingsong to resign.

Uncle Cheng's son said to his father, "Dad, are you getting senile? He's here to turn against us! Relatives? Our cousin is our real relative!"

Uncle Cheng nodded upon hearing this: "Well said!"

He took a step back and stood next to Huo Qingsong.

Looking at the group of guys in front of him, Wen Bao laughed in anger, put away his gun, and said to them, "Fine, so this is how relatives act, huh? Don't blame me for not telling you, Brother Donghai said that if we can't reach an agreement, he'll make you pay!"

As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to leave Huo Qingsong's house.

Just then, a figure flashed past Wenbao from behind.

Wenbao's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the bloody tip of a knife protruding from his chest.

Then the shock on his face turned into pain, and he reached for the gun behind his back.

But at that moment, Huo Qingsong's bodyguard grabbed Wen Bao's arm and covered his mouth.

Uncle San glanced at Huo Qingsong, grabbed a kitchen knife, rushed over, and slashed Wenbao's neck open with one stroke.

Seeing Wenbao struggling like a dead fish, Third Uncle panicked and said to Uncle Cheng and his son, "Aren't you going to help? Qingsong went to great lengths to get in touch with Hung Hing. He's so dedicated to helping us all in the future!"

It's clear that their previous collaboration with Wenbao was genuine.

But it's true that they've turned against us now.

Because Huo Qingsong used Mr. Huo's connections to get close to the big boss Jun!
In Hong Kong, who doesn't know who Boss Jun is? Even though he's retired from the underworld, who in the entire Hong Kong triad society would dare to disrespect Chen Jiajun?

With such a powerful figure involved, what is Wu Donghai?
Even the chili oil business, I believe, will recover soon.

If that's the case, why are these people still stubbornly sticking with someone like Wen Bao? Do they think they have too much time on their hands?
So, since Third Uncle had pledged his loyalty, Uncle Cheng and his son naturally wouldn't be left behind.

Huo Qingsong picked up Wenbao's phone and turned on the recording function. Sure enough, it was a message left by Wu Donghai: "Wenbao, Huo Qingsong thinks we can't do anything to him. Taking advantage of his lack of vigilance, we'll kill him today. Call me back now!"

Huo Qingsong sneered and said to the crowd, "Wu Donghai wants to kill me? Hmph! I'll take care of him today! Get the men ready to do it!"

Uncle Cheng and the others nodded, and after killing Wenbao, they began to dispose of the body.

Just then, Huo Qingsong's heavily pregnant wife suddenly rushed over with the phone in a panic, crying incessantly at Huo Qingsong.

"What's wrong?" Huo Qingsong asked in surprise.

Looking at his wife's phone, Huo Qingsong picked it up and his expression immediately changed upon hearing the call.

Because it was a ransom call, her son, who was in kindergarten, had been kidnapped.

"Prepare 80 million in cash. Don't call the police. Understand?" came the kidnapper's voice from the other end of the phone.

Huo Qingsong's expression immediately changed, and he asked, "Who are you? What's your background?"

Unfortunately, the other party did not respond and hung up the phone directly.

……

"What? Huo Qingsong's son has been arrested?"

Chen Jiajun was very surprised to hear this news: "Have you found out who did it?"

The intelligence officer shook his head and said, "Not yet, but this guy killed his cousin-in-law Wenbao, and Wenbao was very close to Wu Donghai. Anyway, Huo Qingsong seems to have decided on this guy."

"Also, the Hong Kong police have intervened in the red oil matter! They're pressing Huo Qingsong for details about the people and locations involved in the transaction!"

Upon hearing this news, Chen Jiajun frowned and said, "The police told Huo Qingsong to go find Li Wenbin. He will handle the matter. As for Wu Donghai's background?"

"Fuyi's white paper fan, nicknamed Donghailong, has been quite the conspicuous lately." The intelligence officer thought for a moment and said, "This kid is a genius; he's doing very well in business, specializing in pirated videotapes and real estate brokerage!"

"Oh?" Chen Jiajun immediately became interested: "Although they are all gray industries, they all seem pretty good!"

The intelligence officer nodded and said, "This kid also wants to launder his money and get into real estate, but he's not wealthy enough, so he's recently started selling red oil! The whole world is short of oil, so this is a pretty good business."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Okay, go find Fuyi's people and tell them I want to chat with Wu Donghai."

The intelligence officer said with some surprise, "Boss, isn't this giving this kid too much credit?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "I like smart gangsters. Such people usually know how to make choices."

"Understood, boss." The intelligence officer nodded and left.

……

On the other side, Fu Yi's church.

Wu Donghai appeared extremely agitated, knowing that Huo Qingsong had removed the hidden pieces he had set up.

He just didn't expect Huo Qingsong to be so decisive, killing Wenbao before he could even make a move.

You should know that he has invested a lot in Wenbao.

That bastard still owes five million in his gambling den!
Just as Wu Donghai was about to cause trouble for Huo Qingsong, his subordinate ran into his office: "Boss, someone is looking for you!"

Wu Donghai said impatiently, "Who is it? Can't you see I'm busy?"

“Uh… they’re from Hung Hing!” the subordinate quickly replied.

"Hung Hing?" Wu Donghai immediately stopped what he was doing and said with a surprised look, "What do the people from Hung Hing want with me?"

"I don't know, he just specifically asked to see you!" the subordinate replied honestly.

Wu Donghai thought for a moment and said, "Then please invite him in! Remember to be polite!"

"Understood!" The subordinate quickly left the office.

A moment later, a young man in a black suit walked in.

"Brother Hai, our boss would like to invite you for a chat. It's at the Peninsula Hotel restaurant at 7 pm tonight," the young man said directly to Wu Donghai without any preamble.

Wu Donghai was taken aback: "Brother Yu is looking for me? I don't recall having any dealings with Hung Hing."

The young man said with a smile, "It's not our boss, it's Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen?" Wu Donghai exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Chen invited me to dinner?"

"That's right!"

Wu Donghai agreed without even thinking: "Okay, I'll be there on time."

Although he didn't know why Chen Jiajun had contacted him, Wu Donghai knew he had no right to refuse.

Let alone him being just a low-ranking member of the Fu Yi gang, even if Master Fu, the head of the Fu Yi gang, wanted to see Chen Jiajun, it would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens. (End of Chapter)