Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 132 Official opening

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Mr. Lei, do you know how much money I've made on Wharf Holdings stock these past few days?"

"I know, a full 2.5 billion."

Lei Gong is a member of parliament. He has a habit of watching television and reading newspapers every day, and he watched the live broadcast of the trading a few days ago.

After a pause, Lei Gong continued:
"But stocks are a one-time thing, while casinos offer long-term benefits, ensuring you're full every time you eat. I believe you can tell the difference."

“With the investment of our Sanlian Gang in Hung Hing’s three casinos, Hung Hing is essentially supported by our Sanlian Gang, and we can then carry out a series of collaborations.”

"In the future, as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to take over more gaming rooms at the Pujiang Casino, and even getting a gaming license is not a dream."

"Airplanes from our beautiful island can now fly directly to Macau, and there are tens of thousands of tourists every day!"

"As long as you agree, I will bring dozens of big bosses from Taiwan to support the opening of your three casinos tomorrow!"

"As for the 50% stake, you can arrange that for me. I'll reward you handsomely later."

Lei Gong spoke eloquently, exuding an air of domineering confidence.

Ding Yao, seated across from Chen Jiajun, picked up her wine glass and spoke in a distinctively Taiwanese accent: "Mr. Chen, you can try cooperating with us first. If the income doesn't meet your requirements..."

"If you can't meet the requirements, then consider this 30 million as a gift from me!" Lei Gong said domineeringly.

To be honest, Lei Gong's promise was quite good.

But why would Chen Jiajun need to cooperate with the Sanlian Gang?
Another point is that the Sanlian Gang probably underestimated He Xin's power. There will only be one gambling license in the entire Macau for the next twenty years!
Countless Hong Kong tycoons and triads have tried to obtain a second gambling license, but no one has ever succeeded.

Having ideals is a good thing, but unrealistic ideals are just being overly ambitious!
Ding Yao's voice remained charming: "Mr. Chen, our Sanlian Gang is very sincere."

Chen Jiajun put down his wine glass, not even looking at Ding Yao, but instead looking at Lei Gong: "Boss Lei, it seems you're determined to win this time?"

"I never fight a battle I'm not sure I can win!" Lei Gong said in a deep voice.

Chen Jiajun's smile vanished: "Unfortunately, you're going to be very disappointed this time."

How could Hung Hing, who fought tooth and nail to acquire the casino, simply let someone else interfere and take away half of the shares!

"Oh, is it so?"

Lei Gong's sharp, piercing gaze was clear; he had long anticipated that Chen Jiajun wouldn't give in so easily.

He gestured to Kao Chieh, signaling it was time to reveal his hand! Did they really think I was just good at throwing money around?
"Whoa!"

Gao Jie, who was mute, whistled, and immediately dozens of people rushed into the private room, each holding a pistol and pointing it at Chen Jiajun and the others.

See you in the picture!

Meanwhile, the young demon slaves who were drinking in the next private room saw that something was wrong and rushed over, pulling out Browning pistols with bloodthirsty expressions.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate for a time!

Chen Jiajun remained calm, while Shanji and Uncle Xing nervously observed the terrain and situation.

Lei Gong's driver, Xiao Hei, rushed into the VIP room. Seeing the scene, he was both surprised and frightened. He was torn between his boss and his cousin.

Chen Jiajun didn't give Lei Gong any face, and directly knocked over the wine glass on the table. With a bang, the wine bottle hit the ground with a crisp sound.

He stood up and looked down at Lei Gong angrily, saying, "Are you trying to scare me?"

Doom, Yaqi, Bailu, Shanji, and Uncle Xing also stood up at the same time.

"Chen Jiajun, I'm just kidding! Tonight, you have to give me a satisfactory answer!"

Don't be so stubborn! The reason I chose Hung Hing is because I think highly of you!

Lei Gong slowly stood up, meeting Chen Jiajun's gaze without any fear.

Chen Jiajun shook his head: "Lei Gong, I don't need your approval. Do you dare to touch me?"

He took a step forward, his tone turning colder, exuding the aura of someone who had lain through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He said, "If anything happens to any of us, I guarantee you won't even be able to leave this room!"

After saying this, Chen Jiajun lit a cigar and strolled leisurely through the encirclement with Doom, Lao Yu, and the others. As for the bodyguards with guns, none of them dared to make a move. Lei Gong watched helplessly as Chen Jiajun and his group swaggered away, so angry that he grabbed a bottle and smashed it on the ground.

"Boom!"

The wine spilled everywhere.

Lei Gong shook his head and said, "Let's go to Macau together tomorrow. Please arrange for Jie Shiwei and Da Da Jie to meet up and have a talk."

"If they won't listen to reason, they'll have to suffer the consequences! I'll wipe out Hung Hing in Macau!"

"Yes!" Gao Jie, the mute man, bowed deeply and immediately went out to carry out his duties.

“Boss, Mr. Chan of Hung Hing might be young and impetuous. I’ll ask my cousin Chicken for his opinion later.”

Xiao Hei also nodded and bowed, after all, Chicken was now the leader of Hung Hing Chai Wan.

"Your cousin is just a leader in Hung Hing; can he make decisions?"

Lei Gong coldly uttered a sentence.

After everyone got into the car and left Central, they returned to the Guojun Building.

Chicken apologized repeatedly: "Ah Da, I really didn't know about this."

"It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with your cousin either, so don't worry about it."

Chen Jiajun shook his head, opened the whiskey bottle, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

Old Prison's tone was chilling: "Brother, should we find an opportunity?"

The meaning is clear: the old prison guard has come to enjoy scheming against people.

"Don't act rashly. We don't know what other tricks the Triads have up their sleeves. Stay calm."

Chen Jiajun put a few ice cubes into the glass and shook his head.

Taking a sip of his drink, Chen Jiajun looked at Uncle Xing and said, "Our top priority right now is the opening of the casino tomorrow."

"Yes, Ah Da! I've already contacted the other FIT leaders."

Uncle Xing immediately nodded.

"How's the booking for the hotel and room coming along?"

Chen Jiajun then asked a crucial question.

Chan Ka-Chun instructed all Hung Hing FIT members and Hung Hing members to act as underwriters. If any boss purchased chips through them, Chan Ka-Chun would give them a 1.35% commission.

Liang Kun, who makes many friends, has earned hundreds of thousands in commissions in just the past few days. This is because many of his clients buy mud codes starting at millions, and one even bought mud codes worth ten million in one go.

Don't be fooled by the low commission rates; after all, Hung Hing still receives a share of the casino's profits every month.

Most gamblers who want to gamble in Macau choose to buy chips.

This also avoids the trouble of gamblers carrying large amounts of cash when traveling, and also avoids the embarrassment of customers not having enough chips.

Chen Jiajun arranged for the young demon slaves to go door-to-door to exchange all the mud codes.

Even before the casino opened, Hung Hing had already made 300 million in turnover through chip trading.

Although the 300 million was just gambling capital, these people would definitely not take the 300 million with them when they left Macau to exchange it for cash.

Based on Chen Jiajun's experience, he judged that 50 million of that would remain permanently in Hung Hing's accounts.

In other words, Hung Hing doesn't need the Sanlian Gang to bring gamblers from Taiwan; they can still earn tens of millions a month.

After Uncle Xing finished his report, Chen Jiajun nodded: "Remember to arrange for someone tonight and confirm tomorrow's time with the client again, so that we don't make any mistakes in the rush tomorrow."

"Ah Da, I understand."

(End of this chapter)