Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 154 Liang Jun is very capable
"Mr. Chen, thank you for helping me get rid of those people."

"Plus that cup of coffee from a few days ago."

"I'll treat you tonight as compensation."

Huang Bi'an squatted down, picked up her handbag, and made a gesture as if she wanted to pay the bill and leave.

Chen Jiajun simply snapped his fingers and called over a marketing person.

"No need, this nightclub is mine."

"However, I would like to ask you to do me the honor of going for a drive."

Huang Bian slung her handbag over her shoulder, tossed her hair aside, and looked confidently at Chen Jiajun: "Okay."

The two went downstairs, and Chen Jiajun took her to a 911 SCRS sports car. They drove along, but there was no intention of going for a spin.

Huang Bi'an also sensed something was wrong from the driving route. She looked at Chen Jiajun and asked, "Mr. Chen, where do you want to take me?"

Only then did she realize that something was wrong.

Chen Jiajun, puffing on a cigar, looked at Huang Bian with a smile and said, "Ms. Huang, I would like to invite you to the hotel with me."

"You won't refuse, will you?"

Huang Bi'an's heart skipped a beat. She turned around, shook her lips, and blushed, her face turning red all the way to her ears.

But in her heart, she was cursing: "You bastard, you pervert!"

"You're trying to mess with me after only meeting me twice!"

"People cannot... or at least should not."

Although she also had some feelings for Chen Jiajun, it would be against social morality to open up after only meeting him twice.

Finally, the Porsche 911 SCRS was parked at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Chen Jiajun took out his ID card, paid for the room, and checked in.

The two stood in front of the presidential suite. Chen Jiajun turned the doorknob and pushed Huang Bi'an into the room.

Subsequently.

"Snapped"

A soft sound.

Darkness descended once more.

Huang Bi'an subconsciously pressed herself against the corner of the wall, lowered her head, and let her gaze wander aimlessly.

Chen Jiajun braced himself against the wall with one hand and lifted her chin.

……

An hour later, Chen Jiajun lay on the bed wrapped in a large white bath towel, smoking a cigar, exhaling a puff of smoke, looking quite content.

Huang Bi'an nestled close to him like a little bird.

Chen Jiajun asked, "I just overheard you and those foreigners talking about money laundering. You should know my real identity, right? Tell me, what's your purpose in getting close to me?"

The woman in his arms trembled.

She remained silent for a while before saying, "Have you heard of the Peeling Daggers? My family has some shady business dealings with the Peeling Daggers in Hong Kong. I'm the person in charge in Hong Kong. On one hand, we want to expand our business, and on the other hand, we need to ship some money back to England every year."

The British Razor Gang is a real organization, and Huang Bi'an's identity is indeed somewhat connected to the Razor Gang, as is her involvement with illicit funds.

But what's hidden behind this is that some big shots have money that they can't disclose being transported out of Hong Kong.

These things were all orchestrated behind the scenes by the Political Department.

There is no better partner in Hong Kong than Chan Ka-Chun, after all, Chan Ka-Chun owns more than a dozen casinos and is also a shareholder and general manager of SJM Holdings.

“Mr. Chen, now that you know why I approached you, I am now yours.”

"From now on, my surname will be Chen."

"You should know what I want."

Huang Bi'an's expression was very serious.

Chen Jiajun is not easily fooled. Instead of trying to play other tricks, it would be better to take this opportunity to offer some benefits in exchange.

Of course, Huang Bi'an secretly felt that she had just gotten the better deal.

Liangjun is very capable.

Hearing Huang Bian's words, Chen Jiajun paused for a moment, a cigar dangling from his lips, and asked, "What do you want?"

"You're not asking for money, are you?"

"Hey, I worked so hard just now, and I'm already being lenient by not asking you for money. You actually want money from me? That's going too far!"

Chen Jiajun became more and more excited as he spoke.

"I choose!"

Huang Bi'an stared at the man in front of her with a stiff expression and disbelief.

She had seen handsome men before.

She's seen shameless men before.

This kind of man is handsome, rich, powerful, and shameless!

She's never seen it before!

This time she finally saw him.

After teasing her for a moment, Chen Jiajun's gaze toward Huang Bian suddenly became incredibly sharp, and he slowly put on his clothes.

When Chen Jiajun put his clothes back on, he seemed like a completely different person. Huang Bi'an's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately realized that Chen Jiajun at this moment had a completely different aura than the Chen Jiajun when he was naked.

She immediately realized that Chen Jiajun had just thought she was funny and was teasing her.

Before Huang Bi'an could react, Chen Jiajun threw his cigar into the ashtray and rinsed his mouth with a glass of water.

Chen Jiajun said, "I know what you want."

"You can cooperate with me, but you have to agree to five conditions."

"If you agree, you can be my woman."

"If you don't agree, then I'm sorry, you've wasted your time playing with me tonight."

Huang Bian put on his leather jacket, bent down, looked at him, and said, "Mr. Chen, what are you saying?"

At this moment, the two were very close.

Huang Bi'an is above, and Chen Jiajun is below.

"Hey!"

Huang Bi'an let out a gasp as Chen Jiajun had already pinned her down and changed her position.

Men go up and women go down.

"First, there's one thing you're not allowed to touch, and that's laundry detergent. That's my bottom line."

"Secondly, when I tell you to get lost, you must get lost! Be available when summoned and dismissed when dismissed."

"Third, I want 30% of your business with the Peelers. If the Peelers disagree, you can have them come to Hong Kong to talk to me."

"Fourth, I'll give you a casino. I won't interfere with how much money you launder, but the monthly turnover of this casino must exceed 15 billion, and I'll take half of it."

Chen Jiajun held up four fingers and spoke each word clearly and forcefully.

If you want to cooperate with him, then listen to him; if you want to be his woman, then you naturally have to listen to him too.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun displayed an air of domineering arrogance.

Huang Bian felt a strong masculine aura assaulting her mind.

It almost made her lose her head.

Her breathing quickened as she tried to calm herself and consider Chen Jiajun's terms. However, she keenly sensed something was amiss and angrily retorted, "I'm not a prostitute. You can't just tell me to get out and expect me to. What am I then?"

As for the rest, why not agree? She even vaguely felt that Chen Jiajun was at a disadvantage.

The amount of illicit money handled by the Special Branch each year is astronomical, including the unspeakable portions of the Jockey Club's board members' money.

The Hong Kong Jockey Club is arguably the only legally licensed betting organization in Hong Kong, with its main businesses being horse racing and Mark Six betting, generating annual revenue of tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars!

For over a century, Hong Kong Eagle has allowed the Jockey Club, a massive financial center and a haven for the elite, to operate in secrecy and within its inner circle, allowing traditional old forces to entrenched themselves, engage in rent-seeking, and conduct illicit transactions, all while remaining perpetually silent.

Chen Jiajun was quite satisfied with Huang Bian's performance and directly patted her shapely buttocks: "Who do you think you are? My little bitch! One of my many!"

"what!"

"You bastard! Ah!"

"Call Master!"

"Master~"

An hour later.

Chen Jiajun and Huang Bi'an walked out of the room hand in hand. The two of them were very eye-catching on the street, a handsome couple.

The two looked quite well-matched, and there was a genuine sweetness in Huang Bi'an's eyes.

A tall building opposite the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

"Sir, it seems our plan has been very successful."

Wearing an expensive suit, Bai Shibin swirled his wine glass and smiled at He Guorong, the Minister of Political Affairs, standing beside him.

The undercover agents of the anti-triad unit, who were infiltrated into Hung Hing, were unable to contact the top echelons of power for various reasons.

Moreover, considering all factors, they will not send out female undercover agents.

However, MI5's specially trained female agents are extremely loyal to their home country, and it would be easy for them to sacrifice themselves for a mission.

“George, tell Elizabeth that whatever Chen Jiajun asks for, we should fulfill his request. Also, let her demonstrate our power to help him obtain the title of Justice of the Peace.”

He Guorong was wearing a very British-style handmade suit, and his hair was neatly combed back, making him look more like a nobleman and a gentleman.

"Yes!"

"Big Sir, I've received intelligence that Chiang Tin-yeung has returned to Hong Kong, accompanied by the renowned Second Marshal of Hong Kong, Shen Xian Ke, and others. It seems he intends to retake Hung Hing. What should we do?"

Bai Shibin asked.

"Let them play their game. I'll handle the anti-triad unit. Let Elizabeth secretly gather evidence to control Chen Jiajun."

"Jiang Tianyang is no match for Chen Jiajun in a head-on confrontation."

After speaking, He Guorong picked up the wine glass next to him and drank it all in one gulp.

Each member of the Political Department possesses several real identities.

It is backed by MI5, and its funding also comes from MI5.

The MI5 played a disgraceful role in England's expansion, and this tactic proved consistently successful.

For example, in the Shanghai concessions and many of its colonies at the time, they played the role of civilized gentlemen, while all the dirty work was contracted out to the local dark forces.

(End of this chapter)