Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 147 I have never broken my promise!
As Chen Jiajun left the stadium and got into the car, Chen Yingnan called out to him, "Jun, make some preparations in advance for September. Come north with me in the latter half of the month."

This statement means more than just going north; you have to understand that the month after September is October!
Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun smiled and exclaimed with a beaming smile, "I understand!"

After saying that, he got into the black Mercedes Pullman sedan and drove towards Hong Kong Island.

"Brother, ever since you entered the stadium, a group of people have appeared around us. They seem to be from the Political Department, and they're still following us. Should we kill them?" Old Yu adjusted his sunglasses.

"If they want to follow, then let them follow."

Chen Jiajun smiled and shook his head, not minding that he would add another entry to his resume in the relevant departments in Hong Kong.

Chen Jiajun was not surprised at all that contacting Chen Yingnan would inevitably attract the attention of the Political Department.

"Dum, call lawyer Huang Dawen and invite him to the Guojun Building."

“Meng Gui Tian, ​​call Uncle Xing and tell him about the Hung Hing headquarters meeting tomorrow, and remind everyone not to forget.”

Putting the political department's affairs out of his mind, Chen Jiajun gave instructions to Dumu and Mengguitian.

That night.

In the manor located in Repulse Bay, the study light in the attic was always on.

Chen Jiajun had a cup of Pu'er tea in his right hand and a cigar between his left, his brows furrowed.

With the casinos of Lisboa under his control, it is only a matter of time before Hung Hing's strength and financial resources surpass those of Sun Kee, Wo Luen Shing, and the Number Gang, making it no difficult for them to become the number one casino in Hong Kong.

However, it's lonely at the top. Chen Jiajun doesn't want to be anyone's chamber pot. He can only control his own destiny!
Chen Yingnan was not afraid of being suppressed because he had the support of the mainland, and he had already reached a private reconciliation with the British Hong Kong authorities.

It is precisely because of the times and circumstances that things are different now than they were in the past.

But Chen Jiajun is different. If he were to stand firmly on the side of the motherland, he would inevitably face suppression from all sides.

After all, his true identity is Jun, the leader of Hung Hing!

Moreover, the suppression he faces may be even greater than the suppression Chen Yingnan faced back then.

If the British Hong Kong government couldn't handle Chan Ying-nam, how could they not handle a leader of the Hung Hing Society?
Therefore, Chen Jiajun needs to tone it down a bit!

We need to get rid of all the shady dealings within the organization as soon as possible and start doing legitimate things!
……

The next day.

The monthly general meeting of Hung Hing headquarters has attracted special attention from the Hong Kong Royal Police.

Even the number of hitchhikers across the street has increased compared to usual.

A Mercedes-Benz 600SEL was being driven by Bai Shibin, a high-ranking official from the Political Department, while a young agent with a voluptuous figure and an angelic face sat in the passenger seat.

"Yesterday, officers from Special Branch S Group followed Chen Yingnan to the stadium and spotted Chen Jiajun. Sir Bao and Lin Mingze were also present. Have you found out what they talked about?"

Bai Shibin was smoking a cigarette.

“We noticed that Hung Hing Property Management Company entered the Chan and Lam family’s properties in Causeway Bay this morning,” the young female agent Elizabeth replied.

"You mean Chen Jiajun has already started cooperating with left-wing businessmen?" Bai Shibin asked with a serious expression.

“I’m afraid that’s true.” Elizabeth nodded.

Bai Shibin took a drag of his cigarette and said solemnly, "Intensify the intelligence gathering work on Hung Hing, especially on Chen Jiajun. I'm afraid the June 7 Incident will repeat itself."

Today's young agents may not know about the 1967/1968 storm, but Bai Shibin has a vivid memory of it. Back then, he was in Group G, responsible for internal security. In those six months, the police discovered 1167 bombs, 10 officers were killed (two by bombs, two by stabbings, six by gunshots), and 832 were injured.

The Hong Kong government implemented a curfew that lasted for six months.

That's when.

A Mercedes-Benz Pullman sedan, over six meters long, slowly pulled up in front of the Hung Hing headquarters, flanked by two Mercedes-Benz SELs.

The target, Chen Jiajun, appeared downstairs at the headquarters. He was handsome and imposing, and the Hung Hing members around him greeted him.
"Ada!"

Having experienced the battles of Hung Lok and Sun Kee, as well as the battle of Haojiang, all the major members of Hung Hing felt proud to have such a leader.

Fifteen minutes later.

In the Hall of Loyalty and Right, the long table was filled with Hung Hing executives dressed in suits and ties.

The suits and shoes are all produced by a high-quality counterfeit factory, using high-end fabrics, and are all custom-made.

In the world of business, sometimes it's all about what you wear.

If you dress smartly, others will look at you with more respect.

If you dress like Leung Kwan or Fat Lai, even if you're wearing a dragon robe, you won't look like a prince.

Today, after a series of reorganizations by Chen Jiajun, Hung Hing's spirit is indeed somewhat different from before.

Chen Jiajun took out a leather cigar case from his pocket, placed it on the table, lit a cigar, and slowly exhaled: "Uncle Xing, please report on this month's income and expenditure."

"To date, the Macau Tribe has submitted a total of... seven zeros, totaling 8000 million in fees!"

Uncle Xing cleared his throat, looked around, and then announced a number as if keeping someone in suspense.

The estimated fees a few days ago were 60 million, but they have increased by another 20 million in the last few days.

"I choose?"

"Uncle Xing, you must be mistaken."

"Really not eight million?"

The mere mention of that number was enough to astonish everyone in the room.

During Chiang Tin-sang's reign, Hung Hing was never extravagant.

That's 8000 million in fees; many large organizations don't even earn that much in a year.

The red-presidents were all talking excitedly, and everyone's face was beaming with joy.

"Ahem! Your Uncle Xing can still count zeros! Quiet! Do you think this meeting is like a vegetable market?"

Uncle Hing tapped the table, and everyone immediately quieted down. Uncle Hing continued, "The Wan Chai branch's fees are 6000 million!"

"Damn it! Doom, did you rob a bank?!"

"Sixty million in fees?" "Brother Doum! Treat us!"

Another uproar erupted in the arena.

Uncle Xing coughed and continued reporting:

"The Causeway Bay branch has 4000 million."

"The Central branch is worth 1000 million."

“500 million for Yuen Long Hall.”

“One million for the North Point branch.”

The North Point FIT boss originally only wanted to pay HK$500,000, but now that Chan Ka-Chun has just taken over, his momentum and strength far surpass Chiang Tin-Sang's. Therefore, Fat Lai took into account the fees paid by others and paid HK$1 million.

Uncle Hing's voice continued, filled with pride: "This month, our sixteen Hung Hing branches earned 2.15 million in fees! I'll fucking swear!"

In Hong Kong, there isn't a single triad that collects hundreds of millions in fees every month. Even powerful triads like Sun Kee and Wo Luen Shing only earn a maximum of seventy or eighty million in fees per month.

Hung Hing's fees this month amount to 2.15 million!
He was more powerful than the Chief Detective of the Money Era!

After a pause, Uncle Hing looked at Big Fei, the leader of the Hong Kong gang: "The Hong Kong gang needs to work harder; this month they only have 50."

Who in the martial arts world is more powerful than Boss Jun?
When his name was called, Da Fei raised his hand and immediately said, "Ah Da, I just took over the Hong Kong gang. I've opened a film company and am preparing to make erotic films, with myself as the lead..."

"It's alright, don't worry. It's good that young people are ambitious. Paying less in the first month is fine."

Chen Jiajun almost choked. Dafei had already taken on the role of the male lead himself in order to pay his fees. What more could he ask for? "Dafei, take less of those little blue pills. They're bad for your health."

"Dafei, come to my place and get a case of sea dog pills. I guarantee you'll feel amazing from start to finish. I'm in my thirties now, and I take one sea dog pill every day." Liang Kun, who was in the same industry, lectured him in the tone of an experienced older brother.

"I'll take it! I, Dafei, would never use any of those sea dog pills or those little blue pills. If I did, I'd be disgracing Ah Da." Dafei patted his chest righteously.

"Cough cough!"

"You two can discuss this privately. Uncle Xing, please continue."

Chen Jiajun quickly interrupted.

Uncle Hing nodded and said, "This month, Hung Hing opened 120 arcades throughout Hong Kong, with an average of 250 arcade machines per arcade. After deducting rent and electricity costs, this month's revenue is 1 million!"

The leaders of Hung Hing FIT and the Red Pole members were all terrified.

Uncle Xing continued, "Furthermore, on Ah Da's orders, the company has divided the equity of the businesses on Tung Choi Street and Fa Yuen Street. This month's net income is 60 million, because Ah Da is the leader and the largest owner of Kwok Chun Garment Factory, so he gets 5 million. In addition, Ah Kun, Thirteen Sister, Binni, and Dinosaur had already bought several shops before the equity division, and their income this month is 1.5 million!"

"The rest, 50,000 for each leader, 20,000 for each Red Pole, 5000 for each Straw Sandal, and 1500 for each Hung Hing 49er."

"The remaining 150 million will be deposited into Hung Hing's accounts."

"This is a benefit that Ah Da is giving everyone!"

Chen Jiajun picked up the thread and said, "Tung Choi Street and Fa Yuen Street were originally Ah Kun's territory. Ah Kun gave them to Hung Hing to do business. Uncle Hing, take another 500 million from my 100 million to give to Ah Kun!"

Liang Kun stood up and waved his hand, saying, "Ah Da, no need! You set the rules, so let's follow them!"

Then, Liang Kun's gaze swept across the entire room: "Brothers, you're making money lying down, no one will say anything out of line, right?"

When one person attains power, even their chickens and dogs benefit. Liang Kun, Thirteen Sister, Binni Boy, and Dinosaur were among the first to support Chen Jiajun. It's only fair that Chen Jiajun should reward them after he takes power. He might not be able to do other things, but earning over a million a month is easy for him.

"no!"

"very fair!"

"Ah Da, you're in charge of this."

“Binny and his group bought the shop a long time ago, so we have no objection to this division.”

joke!

Offering suggestions at this time is like asking the big shots to come and kill you.

The brothers who have worked for Ah Da will receive more, and the brothers who haven't worked for Ah Da will receive less.

That's how things are in the martial arts world; nobody has any complaints.

……

Uncle Hing concluded by reporting, "Previously, Hung Hing had a total of 80 million in fees in its accounts. Ah Da used it to invest in Wharf Holdings, turning the 80 million into 3.36 million. Last month, Ah Da took 100 million to quell the situation in Macau. Currently, there is still 5.52 million in the accounts!"

"Ah Da, report complete."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "The dividends from Tung Choi Street and Fa Yuen Street to each branch will be distributed to everyone in the form of wages from now on. Each branch should compile a list of Hung Hing's bank accounts and report it to us. If there are no bank accounts, have the brothers open one immediately."

"Yes!"

Uncle Xing nodded.

Chan Ka-Chun continued, "In the future, Hung Hing will gradually increase the legal income of the Hung Hing Group and its members, but the prerequisite is that everyone can cooperate with my work..."

After a pause, Chen Jiajun continued, "In addition, as you have probably heard, I have built a school. Starting today, the company will arrange for all Hung Hing gang members to attend night school. The company will provide transportation. There will be an assessment at the end of the year. If you are rated as excellent, I will give you a bonus of no less than ten thousand at the end of the year."

"As times change, those of us who are out in the world need to increase our knowledge and keep up with the times."

Since the start of construction at Guojun School, teachers have been gradually returning to their posts. Guojun Technology also has a number of vacant factory buildings that can be used for teaching purposes.

These words immediately sparked a commotion within the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness.

Brother Kei, the boss of the West Ring FIT, said with a mix of laughter and tears: "Brother, I've been out in the underworld since I was a kid and I've never been to school. You want me to go to night school? You can recognize the words, but I don't know them!"

“Aki, it’s okay if you don’t sign up.”

After listening to Brother Ji's words, Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "But if you sign up, don't worry, my school has courses for every stage, from elementary to middle school. You can sign up according to your own level."

"Once everyone has learned to read, we will offer courses in management, accounting, engineering, and so on. If you pass the school's professional assessment, I will give you a reward, with no upper limit. If you perform exceptionally well, I might even give you a house!"

"Ah Da! Is it true that we're being separated into different rooms?"

Dafei's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard.

Chen Jiajun laughed heartily and said, "A promise is a promise, and when have I ever gone back on my word?"

Jun, the leader of Hung Hing, said he would kill your whole family, and he will kill your whole family!
I have never broken my promise!
(End of this chapter)