Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

After the young man who delivered the message left, Wu Donghai frowned and began to think.

Lately, apart from his conflict with Huo Qingsong, there haven't been any other incidents in the underworld. Could it be because of this?
Wu Donghai couldn't confirm this either, so he could only wait until tonight to discuss it further.

Evening, inside the Peninsula Hotel.

Wu Donghai arrived at the banquet dressed in a well-fitting white suit.

After speaking to the waiter, he was led to a private booth near the window.

Then Wu Donghai saw Chen Jiajun, the "King of Hong Kong" who was revered by countless people in the underworld.

Wu Donghai had never met Chen Jiajun before, nor did he expect that he was a man who looked even younger than himself.

Chen Jiajun was reading the newspaper when he saw him arrive and smiled, "You're here? Have a seat!"

Chen Jiajun didn't exude any domineering aura; his tone was calm and composed. But it was precisely this that made Wu Donghai even more wary of underestimating him.

After sitting down, Chen Jiajun said directly to Wu Donghai, "I came here today because of Huo Qingsong. I asked you to come and ask if you kidnapped Huo Qingsong's son?"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Wu Donghai was so shocked that he almost jumped off his chair.

Suppressing his fear, he quickly shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, no matter what I, Wu Donghai, am like, I still follow the rules of the underworld! I have never done anything like that—not to involve family members in the misfortune of others."

Chen Jiajun simply stared at Wu Donghai with a smile, without saying a word.

That look alone was enough to send chills down Wu Donghai's spine.

Just as cold sweat was pouring down Wu Donghai's forehead, Chen Jiajun suddenly laughed: "Alright, since you say you didn't do it, then I'll believe you!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Wu Donghai breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was genuinely afraid that if he didn't say something right, Chen Jiajun would have him killed.

Wu Donghai quickly said, "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and handed over a cigar, saying, "I heard you had a big falling out with Huo Qingsong over the red oil business?"

Wu Donghai nodded, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm thinking of getting into real estate recently, but I'm short on cash! So I want to find a way to make more money!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I understand! I would have done the same! But..."

Wu Donghai's heart skipped a beat; it seemed that Chen Jiajun was going to stand up for Huo Qingsong.

Things turned out the worst he had ever imagined.

However, he didn't have any solutions at the moment, after all, the gap between Hung Hing and the other party was too large.

Seeing Wu Donghai's grim expression, Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that domineering. You'd definitely be unhappy if I told you to stop interfering in this business! So I'll give you another option. What do you think?"

"I heard you're in the business of pirated CDs. It just so happens that Dafei has a video rental company that's going bad. If you're willing to give up your pirated CD business, you can take the company. Just give Dafei a little money."

Wu Donghai was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Chen Jiajun would actually exchange his business for his.

This offer was like a windfall for Wu Donghai, leaving him momentarily stunned.

When did Dafei's pirated CDs and color CDs start developing? It must have been at least ten years ago, right? Not only did they have many channels, but they also had complete equipment and supply chains.

If I could take this in, I'd definitely make more money than selling chili oil.

Thinking of this, Wu Donghai immediately abandoned the idea of ​​making chili oil and readily agreed.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "I knew you were a smart guy! Come on, have a drink!"

With the business deal finalized, the two sides naturally had a very pleasant exchange. Wu Donghai kept saying that he regarded Chen Jiajun as his idol, and Chen Jiajun generously taught Wu Donghai the secrets of doing business.

In short, Chen Jiajun got things done, and the only thing Dafei had to give up was his pirate business.

After taking control of Hung Hsing Films, Da Fei increasingly felt that pirated DVDs were undermining his foundation.

So they've already decided to cut this business.

However, Dafei is not one to do business at a loss. After cracking down on piracy, he will immediately join forces with various departments of the Hong Kong film and television industry to put pressure on the Hong Kong British government to crack down on the piracy industry.

As for Wu Donghai? He'll have to fend for himself!
After securing Wu Donghai's favor, Chen Jiajun met with several other people in the red oil business.

Xinji, Xiqing, and so on. As for Yifeng's resident boss Su Xingbai, it's just a matter of his underlings saying a word, no need for such trouble.

Chen Jiajun's reputation was still useful; after some persuasion, he took control of all the red oil business.

That's when Huo Qingsong was finally summoned.

……

Huo Qingsong has been overwhelmed by his son's kidnapping, but fortunately Li Wenbin is very helpful and has already found some clues. He is currently sending people to investigate in various places, and we believe there will be results soon.

So when Huo Qingsong heard Chen Jiajun's invitation, he immediately rushed over.

“Wu Donghai didn’t do the kidnapping of your son,” Chen Jiajun said directly to Huo Qingsong.

Huo Qingsong was stunned: "Who else could it be but him?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Think about it carefully?"

Huo Qingsong's mind was already a mess, but after hearing Chen Jiajun's words today, he suddenly understood.

Now, besides his competitor Wu Donghai, the people who dislike him the most are the foreigners from England who are likely to take action against him.

He had been smuggling red diesel to his hometown for years, and the foreigners had discovered it long ago.

It's not impossible that the foreigners set up this scheme.

Huo Qingsong said with a look of horror, "Could it be... those foreigners?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Even if it's not, they're still involved! This isn't just a simple business matter anymore. Do you dare to take a gamble with me?"

"Huh?" Huo Qingsong was taken aback. "What does Mr. Chen want to bet on?"

"Bet with your life, gamble with your life against those foreigners, do you dare?" Chen Jiajun said sharply. Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Huo Qingsong trembled.

After a moment of silence, he said, "My life, Huo Qingsong, is worthless. It doesn't matter if I die, but my son..."

"I guarantee your wife and son will be fine!" Chen Jiajun said calmly, lighting a cigar.

Huo Qingsong stared intently at Chen Jiajun and said, "Is that really true? Don't blame me for being blunt, but if you want to push me out to fight those foreigners, I need your guarantee!"

Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I can ask Mr. Huo to vouch for what I said!"

"Fine, I'll do it!" Huo Qingsong said through gritted teeth, "As long as you can rescue my son, I, Huo Qingsong, will be your henchman, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Li Wenbin has narrowed down the direction of the investigation. Next, my intelligence department will take action and will be able to bring your son over in half an hour. Before that, take a look at this!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun handed several documents to Huo Qingsong.

Huo Qingsong's eyes widened immediately upon seeing this, because it was a collection of several companies specializing in smuggling red oil, belonging to different gangs.

Now that all these things are in his own hands, it means that he will have a monopoly on the red oil business in Hong Kong in the future!
At this moment, Huo Qingsong finally witnessed Chen Jiajun's power.

Chen Jiajun chuckled and said, "How about it? If you win this bet, you'll be the Red Oil King of Hong Kong! Is that a generous reward?"

Huo Qingsong said somewhat fearfully, "Mr. Chen, you've gone to such lengths, surely there are many people willing to die for you? Why did you choose me?"

Chen Jiajun said casually, "Because you sell oil to your hometown!"

"Huh? Is that even a reason?" Huo Qingsong said with a surprised look.

“If I say it’s okay, then it’s okay!” Chen Jiajun said with a smile. “But you have to agree to one condition: after you become the Red Oil King of Hong Kong, you can only charge the cost price and shipping fee for the red oil you sell back to your hometown. How about that?”

"No problem!" Huo Qingsong agreed without hesitation.

Chen Jiajun patted Huo Qingsong on the shoulder and said, "Once your wife and son arrive, I will send them to Brunei. The president there is one of my men! If you win, your wife and children can return to Hong Kong soon. If you lose, I will give your wife a house, a decent job, and money to raise your son!"

"Then, once you take on these things, it means you'll be facing the Westerners head-on! If you can handle it, Hong Kong might see another renowned Boss Fok!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingsong's eyes blazed with fury, and a surge of ambition was becoming increasingly uncontrollable!
Just as Chen Jiajun had predicted, half an hour later, the intelligence personnel brought Huo Qingsong's son over.

The kid has been locked inside the tanker truck for two whole days. Apart from being dirty and a little listless, he hasn't suffered any other harm.

Huo Qingsong was overjoyed and immediately notified his wife.

Family reunion is a heartwarming occasion, so Chen Jiajun didn't disturb them further. He simply asked Huo Qingsong to leave after dropping off his wife and children before departing.

Huo Qingsong nodded gratefully to Chen Jiajun, then spent some time with his wife and son.

That evening, Huo Qingsong took the mother and son to the airport: "Go to Brunei for a while, and I'll pick you up after I've finished my business!"

Huo Qingsong's wife is not an idiot; his gangster business was originally a family business.

She naturally knew that Huo Qingsong was going to do something dangerous, but she didn't say much, only saying, "Come see me alive!"

Accompanied by Chen Jiajun's men, he boarded a plane leaving Hong Kong.

After his wife and children left, Huo Qingsong's expression turned sharp. He directly told his bodyguard, "Notify everyone to come to my house for a meeting! At the same time, spread the word that I have taken over all the red diesel smuggling business in Hong Kong!"

The bodyguard was startled at first, then nodded and said, "I understand, boss!"

……

Meanwhile, in Chen Jiajun's office.

Li Wenbin came to see his "Uncle Chen" looking very depressed.

"What's wrong, Wenbin? Are you unhappy?" Chen Jiajun said to Li Wenbin with a smile.

Li Wenbin said speechlessly, "You told me there was something fishy about this case, which is why I investigated it. What's going on now? And Huo Qingsong is clearly making some big moves!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, there's a reason why we don't want you to continue!"

"Then tell me!" Li Wenbin was so angry at Chen Jiajun that he laughed.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Because if you continue to investigate, you'll find that this matter will lead back to the foreigners! You've worked so hard to climb to the position of senior inspector, I don't think there's any need to let you lose this position!"

Li Wenbin immediately frowned: "What does this have to do with the foreigners?"

Chen Jiajun recounted Huo Qingsong's story about the red oil to Li Wenbin.

Li Wenbin remained silent for a long time, then looked up at Chen Jiajun and said, "Uncle Chen, do we really have to take sides?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Absolutely! Hong Kong is too small; there's no room for localists to survive. Either choose our homeland or choose the foreigners!"

In fact, Chen Jiajun had also considered Li Wenbin's idea.

However, he found that nothing he did would work. Even though he had nearly 100,000 young demon slaves under his command, each of whom was as skilled as an elite force, he still couldn't do it.

Hong Kong was so important to the hometown of this era that it was so important that even when it was poor and destitute, it was willing to go to war with England.

Even if Chen Jiajun is Chinese, his hometown may not be able to tolerate him incorporating Hong Kong into its territory.

Whether from an emotional or economic perspective, Chen Jiajun himself did not want to, and was unwilling to, have a conflict with his hometown.

That's why the Shattered Sword Plan came about.

They came up with the idea of ​​Brunei taking over someone else's territory.

Is it that Chen Jiajun couldn't take down Hong Kong? It's just that he was unwilling.

However, the limited space in Hong Kong has already made it difficult for Chen Jiajun to fully utilize his abilities.

If Chen Jiajun were to cause any trouble in Hong Kong now, the English would probably be ready to fight him to the death even before his hometown could intervene.

Although England is currently experiencing a steady decline, it hasn't yet earned the title of "one of the five disgraceful philanthropists." (End of Chapter)