Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 155 Promotion to Imperial Son-in-Law
That night.

Chen Jiajun discussed the specifics of their cooperation with Huang Bi'an in her detached villa.

One is smuggled cars.

“Every year, we transport 3,000 cars from Europe to Hong Kong, including original luxury cars from brands such as Jaguar, Rolls-Royce, Porsche, Ferrari, Bentley, and Mercedes-Benz. In addition, there are 10,000 grey market cars.”

The term "original factory car" refers to a brand new car that comes directly from the original manufacturer.

Hong Kong does not impose tariffs on imported cars, but it does impose a vehicle registration tax.

However, in regions such as Taiwan, due to higher taxes and more complex distribution channels, sales prices are usually 60% or even more than double those overseas.

As for waterwheels, their origins are mostly unknown, and the vast majority were stolen.

The Political Department knew that for Huang Bi'an to become Chen Jiajun's capable wife, she needed some illegal business as a vehicle; otherwise, the female agents they had planted would become nothing more than decorative objects.

Therefore, smuggling cars and water trucks are just a cover, a pretext to conceal their true purpose.

Even if it's just a cover, given the political department's power, the amount smuggled into Hong Kong would be astronomical.

Thirteen thousand cars a year, even for some small brands, would generate at least a billion yuan in sales!

Chen Jiajun tapped his hand lightly on the table twice, and quickly made a decision: "I will set up a car trading company. This trading company will mainly deal in original luxury cars. Original cars will go through normal customs clearance procedures, otherwise it will be a loss."

Then, open two luxury car dealerships on Hong Kong Island and Kowloon Peninsula, and you'll be in charge of them from now on.

"Ok!"

Huang Bi'an behaved very compliantly.

Huang Bi'an wore a silk nightgown that clung to Chen Jiajun's body, highlighting his curves and alluring figure.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jiajun slapped her shapely buttocks and instructed:
"Bring me my old mobile phone."

Huang Bi'an rubbed her butt, gave him a reproachful look, and then picked up her mobile phone from the table.

After taking the mobile phone, Chen Jiajun sat on the large sofa and made a call to Shanji.

"Chicken, come to Luk Yu Tea House tomorrow. I have business for you to do, it's related to Taiwan."

"Yes! Understood! Uncle!"

"Your sister-in-law will be there tomorrow, so all of you should behave yourselves and not embarrass me."

"Don't worry, Dad!"

Pheasant put down his cell phone and seemed very excited.

"Binny boy".

"Ah Da, what are your orders?"

"What are you telling me? Just dress formally tomorrow. When you come over to discuss business, remember to bring Thirteen Sister along."

……

"Ah Kun! Fuck your mother! You've been playing around with women every day for the past few months, watch out for your kidneys failing!"

"My mother is pressuring me, and you're my boss, you can't just watch me fall behind, can you?"

"Isn't your son already fifteen years old?"

"Don't mention that little bastard!"

"Let's get down to business. Come over tomorrow. There's some business for you, Chicken, and Binni to handle."

……

Chen Jiajun planned to entrust the water truck business to these people, mainly relying on his relationship with the Sanlian Gang to sell the water trucks to Taiwan. Shanji and Lei Gong's driver, Xiao Hei, were cousins.

After Ding Yao and Gao Jie died, Xiao Hei's status rose accordingly, and now he is the head of the hall. With this relationship, if he doesn't hand it over to Shan Ji, who else can he hand it over to?
After hanging up the cell phone, Chen Jiajun continued, "I believe that with your intelligence, you will be able to handle the money laundering issue in Macau very quickly. Right now, my people are in charge at the Lisboa Casino. Go there and find Old Evil."

"In addition, you must achieve a turnover of 1.5 billion in the casino. If you don't know how to do it, start a travel company and bring tourists from Europe and America to play."

Chen Jiajun had his own reasons for not directly handling the money laundering business. After all, the two had only met twice. Although they had been intimate, he wanted to avoid getting involved in some things.

"I understand."

Huang Bi'an looked on with admiration.

Chen Jiajun put down his mobile phone, turned to look at Huang Bi'an, and suddenly gave her a smug smile.

"you…"

"Want more?"

"Are you an animal?!"

"You bastard!"

Huang Bian quickly picked up a cushion and placed it in front of her chest as a defensive measure.

Chen Jiajun chuckled, then flipped over and pinned Huang Bian beneath him. Using one hand for support, he began to run his other hand over her silk nightgown, tracing her S-shaped curves.

Chen Jiajun grinned mischievously: "Don't want to play? Call me master."

Huang Bian immediately begged for mercy: "Master, please spare me."

"I'll take it! You're forcing me to call you that!"

"You shameless bastard!"

……

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, and even Huang Bi'an, with his specially trained physique, was finding it difficult to keep up.

She lay in Chen Jiajun's arms, recounting some past events, half true and half false.

Her ancestors worked for the Qing Dynasty's Sticky Rod Office, an agency that assisted in protecting the emperor during his travels and was responsible for his entertainment. When Emperor Yongzheng ascended the throne, he transformed the Sticky Rod Office into a secret service agency, the infamous Flying Guillotine! This agency had two main functions: internally, to monitor officials, and externally, to collect intelligence, essentially equivalent to a combination of the CIA and the FBI today.

The sticky rod technique has since spread all over the world!
At the time, they collected a large amount of intelligence from around the world, including the background of the French Revolution, the full-scale Industrial Revolution in England, and the latest political information such as the presence of English ships sailing in the world's oceans.

"Back then, when the English minister Macartney presented tribute to Emperor Qianlong, Qianlong's disdain was not due to a lack of knowledge, but rather because he was no longer interested in it. Qianlong was well aware of the technological progress brought about by the Industrial Revolution and its connection with the French Revolution."

"But what he fears is that if these technologies are introduced, Louis XVI will serve as a cautionary tale for him."

"My ancestor was the Minister in charge of the Sticky Rod Office. Ministers in charge of this office were usually princes, dukes, or imperial sons-in-law, but he was a prince of the Khorchin from the Manchu and Mongol dynasties!"

"After the Battle of Plassey, the English occupied India, and my ancestor was ordered by Emperor Qianlong to go to India to gather intelligence."

"Even so, they still considered the Han people to be the Qing Dynasty's greatest enemy. Later, Emperor Qianlong abolished the Imperial Stud and chose to remain closed off from the world. My ancestors, however, did not choose to return to the court but settled in London..."

"It has been more than two hundred years since then, which is why I have mixed-race features."

After speaking, Huang Bian took out a string of court beads and looked at Chen Jiajun, hoping to see some expression on his face. Her words were very clever, combined with the true history of her family, and the brainwashing effect was very strong.

Her joining MI5 was also a continuation of her family's business.

This string of court beads is a deep, vibrant emerald green, dazzling in its brilliance, and exudes an exceptionally elegant and luxurious feel.

"So, if you were in the Qing Dynasty, you'd still be a princess?"

Chen Jiajun took a sip of red wine and keenly noticed some details.

"almost."

"Princess! Your husband is here to serve you!"

No sooner had Huang Bi'an finished speaking than Chen Jiajun had already flipped over onto her.

"Ah! You're a stallion!"

The next night.

Inside the Fulimen private room, Liang Kun immediately began to complain as soon as he entered, "This morning, that little bastard asked me for money to find girls!"

"Haha! No way, Kun! Your kid's only fifteen!"

Han Bin was startled and spat out his tea in one gulp, laughing so hard that wrinkles appeared on his face.

"Yup!"

"He's not even fully grown yet, and he says I'm not much better than him. I gave birth to him when I was seventeen! I'll beat his mother to a pulp!"

"I've been praying to Guan Yu every day lately, hoping my girlfriend will try harder and give me another baby!"

After speaking, Liang Kun took a sip of tea, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Upon seeing the person entering through the door, everyone immediately stopped smiling, stood up, and called out, "Ah Da! Sister-in-law!"

Han Bin, Thirteen Sister, Chicken and others stood up one after another.

"sit."

"Everyone sit down!"

Chen Jiajun led Huang Bi'an and Tian Yangsheng and others into the private room. At first glance, they were all dressed in fitted suits and looked presentable.

After they were seated, Tian Yangsheng turned over a few teacups for his elder brother and poured tea into the teapot.

“My girlfriend Huang Bi’an! An’an, this is Ah Kun, Han Bin, Thirteen Sister, Chicken… By the way, where’s Da Fei? Bin Ni, didn’t you call him?”

Chen Jiajun introduced the people around him, and only after looking around did he realize that the handsome guy who eats sea dog pills every day was missing.

"You only told me to call Thirteen Sister, not Da Fei! Otherwise, I'll call him over now?"

Han Bin scratched his head and said.

"It's okay, we'll talk to him about it later! You guys should tell him to film fewer pornographic movies. He's released ten in a month! And he's the lead in every single one. He can't afford to ruin his health like that!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand, took the bowl and chopsticks that Liang Kun handed him, and asked, "What happened just now? Why were you laughing so happily?"

"Brother Kun said he prays to Guan Yu every day, asking Guan Yu to bless him so he can have another son!"

The pheasant chuckled.

As everyone chatted idly, Huang Bian sat to the side, acting as a listener for most of the time.

After dinner, Chen Jiajun's expression turned serious. He said, "The waterwheel business was brought to you by your sister-in-law. From now on, there will be at least 10,000 waterwheels every year."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law, thank you for patronizing our business."

The members of Hung Hing Group raised their teacups and thanked Wong Pik-On for serving them tea.

"Sit down, no need to stand up."

Huang Bi'an acted with great poise and grace in front of these people.

Chen Jiajun continued, "The other party is an English gang called the Razor Gang. This business will be split equally among the four of you, Dafei, and Tianyangsheng. Shanji, you will be in charge of leading the Sanlian Gang. These water trucks will mainly be sold to Taiwan."

As usual, half goes to the company! The company will handle the arrangements with the customs and marine police. If you encounter any difficulties, just let me know.

Aside from smuggling laundry detergent, nothing else was considered a serious crime in Hong Kong in the 1980s!
In order to ensure tax revenue, the tax authorities have always adhered to the principle of "no crime if taxes are paid in full," which is the international practice of pursuing, fining, and paying to settle debts.

After all, just like social organizations, the government cannot guarantee that every business or company will honestly pay its taxes.

For Hong Kong Eagle, large corporations are like government offices.

If you completely shut it down, you'll only lose money. It's better to leave an opening and let the tax revenue flow back.

Such a lucrative business opportunity was naturally given to Chen Jiajun by his staunch supporters in Hung Hing. He knew that money could never be earned enough, and one should not be as stingy as Jiang Tiansheng.

I recommend this book: "Rebirth in Hong Kong: The Unlicensed Lawyer," by Pu Xiang Zhenren, an absolute master of history.

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