Hong Kong variety show: Young Master Kun, the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss!

"What happened over there?" Chen Ziwen stood in the lounge on the top floor of the museum, looking out the window with a frown.

This museum has five floors. The first to fourth floors are all exhibition halls, and the height of each floor is about five meters.

The fifth floor is an office and rest area, which is generally not open to the public.

“I’ll send someone to ask,” A-Jie said immediately, standing next to Chen Ziwen.

"kindness."

Chen Ziwen nodded.

He had one arm around Yu Wenhui, who was standing next to him.

This private museum was established and opened under the leadership of Yu Wenhui, which is why Chen Ziwen brought her along today.

“Ah Wen…” Yu Wenhui looked downstairs, a little worried.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." Chen Ziwen shook his head slightly, not taking it to heart.

He's weathered all sorts of storms, so why would he be afraid of something so small?

It's just the opening of the museum, there's been a little bit of a commotion.

And right now, it's still uncertain what this controversy is about, but that doesn't matter.

No matter what it is, it's all a small matter to Chen Ziwen.

Soon, A-Jie jogged back.

"what happened?"

Chen Ziwen frowned slightly. Now that A-Jie was back, the crowd gathered below had not yet dispersed.

That means the following issue remains unresolved.

Based on his understanding of A-Jie, if it was a minor matter, A-Jie would handle it first and then come up to report to him.

Now, Ah Jie has come up with this problem without any prior handling, which must be extremely difficult and beyond his control.

"boss."

"An unexpected situation has occurred down below..." A-Jie reported with a serious expression.

After listening to A-Jie's report, Chen Ziwen finally understood.

It turns out that the whole thing started with a conflict over ticket prices.

Why can people with Hong Kong Island and mainland ID cards get a 90% discount?

Is this a form of disguised racial discrimination?

This is what made a group of black men jump up and become particularly resentful.

This matter is both a big deal and a small matter.

However, if not handled properly, Chen Ziwen could be accused of racial discrimination.

But to be honest, Chen Ziwen really didn't have any racial discrimination.

Because in Chen Ziwen's view, apart from the Han people, everyone else is **? ???

Well, this statement only represents what Chen Ziwen is thinking, and he can't say it out loud.

"Boss, how should we handle this?" A-Jie asked anxiously.

Seeing that the situation outside had been going on for several minutes, if it continued any longer, it would be difficult to handle once the media arrived.

"hehe"

Chen Ziwen sneered: "Ah Jie, do you really think sharks can smell blood from kilometers or even tens of kilometers away?"

Chen Ziwen's seemingly irrelevant remark left A-Jie somewhat bewildered.

"Um... Boss, I don't know." A-Jie admitted that he was a little out of sync with his boss's train of thought.

We were just talking about the black guy, how come we're talking about sharks now?

"If you don't know, why don't you go and try it? Don't you know the saying, 'Experimentation leads to true knowledge'?" Chen Ziwen said in a tone that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Remember, come back and tell me what conclusion you finally reach."

"go"

Chen Ziwen waved his hand, signaling A-Jie to leave.

Ah Jie walked away, completely bewildered, but after only a few steps, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, and he realized something.

He then strode outside.

Before long, they arrived at the scene of the incident.

"Go, take them all away," A-Jie said coldly to the security guard beside him.

"Yes."

The main culprits were seven black men; the others were just watching the show.

Now that the old black men have been arrested, there's no more excitement to watch, so everyone should just buy tickets.

Less than two minutes after Ah Jie took the man away, reporters arrived.

"Who? Who's causing trouble here?"

"I heard there's trouble here? Where are they?"

Many reporters rushed over, only to find nothing there.

Where are the troublemakers we were promised?

On the other side, Ah Jie, accompanied by security personnel, led several black men to the beach.

"The boss told us to test whether we could attract sharks from ten kilometers away."

"You guys take them to the beach to bleed them out and wait for the results. Remember, bleed them slowly, don't kill them too quickly." Ah Jie meticulously carried out his boss's orders.

"Yes."

The remaining security personnel responded in unison.

The black men were terrified by what Ah Jie said, their faces covered in cold sweat. If their skin wasn't so dark, their cheeks would probably have turned pale.

“No, no, no, don’t bleed us out, we were wrong, we apologize, we shouldn’t have questioned the great Mr. Chen.”

"Yes, yes, we were wrong. Mr. Chen must have had his reasons for letting us buy tickets at half price. We were very wrong to make wild guesses. I was wrong, I am guilty."

Several black men immediately begged for mercy, and one of them even slapped himself in the face.

Soon, the other black men started slapping him too.

A-Jie's men found it interesting. These black men usually acted arrogantly, always using discrimination as a shield, but in reality, they profited from it all and received more benefits than ordinary people.

However, the black men's pleas for mercy made them stop, feeling that enough had been done. After all, we are a nation of etiquette, and we should maintain the demeanor of a great power.

Ah Jie coldly looked at the group: "You think they can be let off the hook just because they begged for mercy? Isn't that too lenient a punishment for making a mistake? Let them bleed out."

Several henchmen trembled, took out knives, and quickly slashed the black man's arm, drawing blood.

"Tick-tock..."

Fresh blood kept flowing into the seawater.

"No, devils! You are devils! We were just causing trouble, we shouldn't be punished like this! I'm going to sue..."

A-Jie kicked the black man in the mouth, and blood immediately started flowing from his mouth. A-Jie said calmly, "You can keep cursing!"

The black men finally behaved themselves.

Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, an hour passed, and still no shark appeared.

The wounds on the Black men's bodies were closed and then reopened. In an hour, nearly 1000cc of blood had been dripping from them. Their lips had turned white, their eyes were lifeless, and their limbs were weak. They were about to meet their God.

“Let’s go. Mr. Chen is right. Practice makes perfect. We can’t attract sharks here,” A-Jie said calmly.

Inside the museum, Chen Ziwen and Yu Wenhui were doing something fun. Ever since those black men caused trouble and were taken away, no one has dared to cause trouble in his museum.

Moreover, people discovered that Hong Kong residents and mainlanders enjoyed a 90% discount on tickets, while the usually arrogant foreigners had to pay five times the price. They were all thrilled, feeling proud to be Chinese.

Yu Wenhui fell into a deep sleep, while Chen Ziwen felt only slightly satisfied.

I had just finished showering when my subordinates reported that Ah Jie had returned.

"How about it? Have any sharks come over smelling the blood?" Chen Ziwen asked with a smile.

Ah Jie shook his head: "No."

Chen Ziwen smiled and said, "It seems our port is still quite safe. Come on, come with me for a walk."

The two came downstairs and entered the museum. Many people bowed and greeted Chen Ziwen, saying, "Hello, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Ziwen smiled warmly and nodded in return.

Upon arriving at the calligraphy and painting hall, one could see a large group of people gathered around a painting, pointing and commenting. One of them confidently declared, "I'm certain this painting is a fake."

"As far as I know, the 'Admonitions of the Instructress to the Court Ladies' by Gu Kaizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty in your country is housed in the British Museum, and there are currently nine sections. How could there be one section here? This must be a fake."

"Although Mr. Chen has recently become the richest man in Hong Kong, he is still lacking in terms of background and experience." The man crossed his arms and looked arrogant.

"Indeed, Li Ka-shing is more capable; that's the result of years of experience."

A middle-aged man with an old-fashioned demeanor echoed this, his words filled with admiration for age and seniority.

"Indeed, young people are energetic and daring, but their knowledge of calligraphy, painting and cultural relics is rather shallow."

"If you ask me, since it's a private museum, he should just enjoy it in private. Now they've produced a fake, and it just so happens to be the richest man in Hong Kong. Isn't this a disgrace to Hong Kong?" an old man said angrily, leaning on his cane.

Ah Jie's expression turned cold. If it were just about the calligraphy and painting works, then controversy would be normal, but this person was clearly targeting the boss.

The man who concluded that the "Admonitions of the Instructress to the Court Ladies" was a fake said, "Hong Kong is such a tiny place, what does a billionaire matter?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people on Hong Kong Island nearby changed. This was not only a slap in the face to Chen Ziwen, but also a slap in the face to the people of Hong Kong Island.

Youlong quickly walked over and whispered, "Boss, this guy is from the Black Dragon Society of Japan. His name is Akutagawa Kaiji. Recently, Li Ka-shing, the shipping magnate, and others have been planning to build a gambling ship project on the high seas. They invited people from the Black Dragon Society of Japan to do the security work."

Chen Ziwen was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected that Li Ka-shing and others would actually think of the high seas gambling ship project. It has to be said that this gambling ship was very profitable. In later years, many gambling ships would even sail to the mainland waters. However, gambling was not allowed in the mainland waters. They would start gambling in the high seas, which attracted many Chinese people who had become wealthy.

The Black Dragon Society is in charge of security, so this Akutagawa Kaiji is here to test my limits. If I'm not tough enough, they'll operate the high-seas gambling ship project without any restraint.

"Mr. Akutagawa Kaiji has great insight. He doesn't judge the authenticity of a work based on its brushwork or style, but rather concludes that paintings from other places are fakes simply because a genuine work once existed in a certain place. This method of identification is truly remarkable, and it certainly reflects the style of the Black Dragon Society." Chen Ziwen clapped his hands and walked over.

When people in the calligraphy and painting hall saw Chen Ziwen, many of them instinctively greeted him, but then felt awkward. Since Mr. Chen had ridiculed Akutagawa Kaiji, he must have heard what they said.

Chen Ziwen had no interest in getting angry with these petty people who just parroted others' opinions, and said, "Hong Kong Island is indeed a small place, but this small place has created more than 100 billion US dollars in wealth."