Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 107 It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words
"Yes."

Looking at the other person's height of over 2.2 meters, weight of several hundred kilograms, and powerful, bloodthirsty aura, Chen Yao swallowed hard.

The Mercedes convoy, carrying Chen Yao and others, arrived at the funeral home.

By this time, many news reporters had received the news and were waiting here. A group of burly and strong young demon slaves formed a human wall, blocking them outside the human wall.

Doom opened the car door, and several young demon slaves escorted Chen Yao and the others, who were bound hand and foot, out of the car.

The Hung Hing members inside and outside the mourning hall all stared at Chan Ho-nam and his group.

Bao Hua, a veteran of the Hung Hing Society and Gan Zitai's mentor, stepped forward and slapped Gan Zitai across the face: "How did you protect Mr. Chiang!"

Bao Hua, despite his age, still possessed considerable strength. As Gan Zitai's mentor, he was the most prestigious thug and double-flower red stick in Hung Hing decades ago. This slap directly drew blood from the corner of Prince's mouth.

The prince spat out a mouthful of blood and lowered his head in shame: "I'm sorry."

Wearing a white shirt and with black cloth wrapped around his hands, Chen Jiajun stepped forward and glanced at the group with a hint of pity. After all, these people had taken the blame for him. He advised, "Uncle Hua, let them go and offer incense first."

"Fine! Since Mr. Chen is speaking up for you, then you'd better kneel down and go in!" Bao Hua glanced at Chen Jiajun and said in a deep voice to Gan Zitai and the others.

Chen Jiajun gave Doom and the others a wink, and several young demon slaves stepped forward to untie them.

Led by Chen Yao, the former Hung Hing White Paper Fan, they knelt as they entered the mourning hall. Along the way, Hung Hing members shoved and pushed them, giving them a punch and a kick as a reward.

Regardless of the circumstances, Chan Ho-nam, Kam Chi-tai, and Chan Yiu cannot escape the charge of failing to provide adequate protection!

A look of pity flashed in Bao Hua's eyes. He said seriously to Chen Jiajun, "Mr. Chen, tonight I want to reopen the torture chamber and subject these people to severe torture."

He did this for two reasons: first, to give Hung Hing Group an explanation, and second, to clear Gan Zitai of suspicion.

"There's no need for torture, but we still need to ask them who Mr. Jiang has met these past few days and what the specific circumstances were today."

Chen Jiajun spoke righteously and sternly, then glared fiercely at the old prison guard who was secretly laughing beside him.

"Yes!"

Baohua clasped his hands together, grabbed a few Hung Hing henchmen, and strode inside.

After Gan Zitai finished offering incense, Baohua said, "Gan Zitai, don't blame me! Blame it on your inadequate protection!"

After saying that, Baohua directly struck down with the stick.

"Ah!" Gan Zitai fell to the ground.

Baohua squatted down and dragged Gan Zitai's leg as they walked out.

Still strong despite being old!

Following that, after offering incense, Chen Yao, Chen Haonan, and others were escorted back to the Hung Hing headquarters in turn.

Seeing that there was some excitement to watch, Liang Kun also returned to the Hung Hing headquarters, as he had a grudge against Chan Ho-nam.

Seeing this, the dinosaur quickly followed, while Chen Jiajun said to Uncle Xing, "Uncle Xing, let's go outside and talk."

The two went to a quiet corner, and he asked Uncle Hing, "Uncle Hing, how much money is in Hung Hing's accounts?"

"Including this period's fees, the total is HK$8000 million." Uncle Hing said this figure with some embarrassment.

Chen Jiajun sighed and said, "When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. This matter is between you and me. Don't tell the others in Hung Hing. After all, Jiang Tiansheng was the previous leader. Let's leave him with a good reputation."

"Yes, I promise to keep it a secret," Uncle Xing nodded.

Chen Jiajun then said, "Take this money to the Wharf Holdings Company first thing tomorrow morning, find one of Zhan Peizhong's traders, and tell him to use this HK$80 million to buy shares in Wharf Holdings. I have inside information."

Uncle Xing believed this without a doubt. He knew about Chen Jiajun and the Jianing Group. "Yes, I know."

After seeing off Uncle Hing, Chan Ka-Chun, as the new leader of Hung Hing, expressed his respect for Chiang Tin-Sang by staying at the funeral hall.

In the middle of the night, Brother Ji finally found an opportunity to step forward and say, "Brother, could you move aside and say a few words?"

"how."

The two walked to a quiet corner, and Brother Ji immediately pulled out a check: "Brother, I'm really sorry about what happened a few days ago. I'll return this money to you. Please, please let me off the hook."

Chen Jiajun took the money and saw that it was the money he had asked Liang Kun to bribe Brother Ji. He glanced at Brother Ji and said, "Then you should put in more effort at Mr. Jiang's funeral and see him off."

"Yes, yes! Definitely!" Brother Ji nodded repeatedly.

...In Hong Kong in the 1980s, the police didn't have anything to keep secret.

In an era of soaring prices, police officers often struggled to make ends meet. In such circumstances, some officers would sell information to paparazzi to supplement their income.

Soon, news of the poisoning of former Hung Hing leader Chiang Tin-sang with cyanide, along with related inside information, spread throughout Hong Kong.

"Tell Fatty Li to get in here!"

Having not slept all night, Chan Ka-Chun held a newspaper in his hand and shouted at a Hung Hing gang member next to him.

"Yes, Ah Da!" The Hung Hing leader immediately ran out the door.

"Ada."

Fat Li, who was always unkempt, came to Chen Jiajun.

"Go to hell, do you need this little bit of money?"

Chen Jiajun roared and slammed the newspaper down on Fatty Li's head.

"Oh dear! Ah Da, is there some misunderstanding?" Fatty Li asked hurriedly.

Chen Jiajun laughed angrily, "Misunderstanding my ass! Tell your men to take this report back right now! Otherwise, I'll cripple you today!"

Han Bin picked up the newspaper and his expression changed immediately when he saw the headline. Fat Li's Xiangjiang Daily had also published the story of Jiang Tiansheng's murder, and even embellished the plot.

"Fatty Li, Mr. Jiang's body is barely cold, and you're already being incredibly immoral," Han Bin cursed.

The Hung Hing gang members around him all grabbed newspapers, their eyes filled with disdain as they looked at Fat Lai.

Fat Li took a look, gave the editor a good scolding, and immediately said, "I'll go right away, I'll go right away."

At the same time, he harbored resentment towards Chen Jiajun, who had just taken office.

……

Hong Kong Royal Police Headquarters.

With Piao Ge, the leader of the Hung Lok Society, not returning home all night, Gentleman Sheng, Piao Ge's close associate, immediately asked Uncle De, a senior member of the society, to bring a lawyer to the police station to bail Piao Ge out.

Although Zhang Wenyao was unwilling, the other party paid a bail fee of one million Hong Kong dollars, so he had no choice but to let the police officers process the bail procedures for Piao Ge.

Having not slept all night, Zhang Wenyao took out a crumpled cigarette box from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

"Superintendent Zhang, what do we do now?" Chen Jiaju asked Zhang Wenyao with concern as he watched Piao Ge leave.

"What else can we do but keep investigating? Also, your anti-triad team should keep a close eye on Hung Hing and Hung Lok's movements."

Liao Zhizong, smoking a cigarette, shook his head and said, "If Brother Piao goes out before he's cleared of suspicion, the people from Hung Hing will definitely do something. A showdown between friends is inevitable."

Liao Zhizong, as a member of the anti-gangster team, was well aware of the rules of the underworld.

Zhang Wenyao sneered, "You can't reason with a damned devil. He's in such a hurry to get out, how can we stop him? Keep a close eye on him, and if there's any movement, call me and Chief Superintendent Hu of the Anti-Triad Unit immediately."

In fact, given Piao Ge's vague statements, Superintendent Zhang Wenyao of the Major Crimes Unit had long suspected that he was involved in a major case, and that such a person deserved to die.

Meanwhile, Hong Lepiao, sitting in his Mercedes, looked at the news articles in the newspaper and secretly groaned.

In short, if the murderer doesn't come to light, he's destined to take the blame.

Gentleman Sheng immediately asked, "Boss, what do we do now?"

"Damn it! Liang Jun is cleared of suspicion, but I did nothing and yet I've become a prime suspect! Damn it! Go and burn all these newspapers!"

Piao Ge was so angry he was confused.

Gentleman Sheng drove the car and said, "Ah Ding, I think we should just fight with Hung Hing. Anyway, Liang Jun's foundation is unstable right now, so we're not without a chance."

Gentleman Sheng's words reminded Piao Ge, who lit a cigar, took a few puffs, and said, "You invite Gan Zitai, Baji, Wuliang, Ma Wangjian, and Fatty Li out. Don't invite them all at once, invite them one by one."

"Gan Zitai failed to protect Jiang Tiansheng and was punished according to family rules. He must be being watched by someone now."

"Gentleman Sheng replied."

Piao Ge crushed his cigar and said coldly, "Then those guys in the back, and also buy a batch of weapons!"

(End of this chapter)