Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 17 A Mature and Humble Young Man
Upon seeing Boss B, Chen Jiajun smiled and took a step back, a smile on his face.

“We’re all just doing our jobs for the company. This is just a misunderstanding. I think we should let it go,” Boss B said with a smile, looking at Chen Jiajun.

"Forget it? The pheasant scared away the customers. What if people say my place can't handle things and nobody comes? No business means no income, and no income means no fees. You're just going to let it go like this?"

Chen Jiajun showed no respect for Brother B, staring into his eyes and questioning him.

"So what do you want to do?" Boss B's calm tone concealed a turbulent undercurrent.

"You rascal Jun, don't go too far!" Chan Ho-nam yelled, pointing at Chan Ka-Chun.

Da Tian Er and the others gained confidence and stepped forward.

"What do you want? Back off!" Boss B immediately shouted at Chan Ho-nam.

Boss B looked at Chen Jiajun, his expression also somewhat unpleasant: "So what do you want to do? How about having Chicken pour you tea and apologize?"

"The old trick of offering tea and apologizing is outdated! Brother B, let's get practical and simple: two hundred thousand in damages." Chen Jiajun chuckled.

In his view, nothing is as useful as money, which is probably due to the influence of this money-adding system.

"You son of a bitch! Jun the scoundrel!"

Chen Haonan broke down once again, losing his temper and swinging his fist at Chen Jiajun as he tried to rush over. Seeing this, Da Tian Er and the others quickly held him back.

"Ah Nan, shut up!" Boss B roared at Chan Ho-nam once again.

Then he looked at Chen Jiajun and said seriously, "Okay, I'll have Shanji write you an IOU, and I guarantee Shanji will pay you back within a month."

IOU?

Hmph, in Boss B's opinion, this money naturally doesn't need to be repaid, and Chen Jiajun definitely won't live past this week!

Upon hearing this, feelings of resentment and humiliation welled up in the hearts of the Causeway Bay Five Tigers.

He went out to collect debts for the company, but instead of receiving payment, he was beaten up and forced to write an IOU.

Who can I talk to to explain this?

Ten minutes later, Chen Jiajun put away the IOU and said to Shanji with satisfaction, "Little chick, remember to pay back the money."

At this moment, half of Shanji's face was sunken, his eyes were crooked and his mouth was crooked, and he was somewhat confused. He was helped out of the office by several people, who, for fear of losing face, went out the back door.

Boss B sat in his office and waited until Chan Ho-nam and the others left before laughing and saying, "Chicken is really incompetent. It's good to teach him a lesson."

"By the way, Ah Jun, I came here today to arrange something for you to do."

"Brother B, what's up?"

Chen Jiajun smiled on the surface, but in his heart he was cursing.

This guy's words are never good, but I'm still Boss B's underling, so I can't refuse his orders.

"As you can see, Chicken is incompetent, so I plan to hand over the collection of debts at the branch to you from now on."

There are two sums of money that you need to handle. The first is the sum with Paul Chung. He's a public figure, so don't push him too hard. Wait until he has the money, then collect it from him.

"Secondly, there's this guy named Hei Shuiqiang, a nobody. He's a drug dealer with no connections or background, and he owes us 500 million yuan, which has been going on for a year."

You know he's elusive and unpredictable; he's been hard to track down this past year. I just heard he'll be in Kowloon Walled City tomorrow night. Take two men with you and find out what he's up to.”

Boss B placed two IOUs and two photos on the table.

One of the photos is a group photo of Paul Chung and his family.

The other one is Blackwater Strong.

Upon hearing this, a hint of repulsion flashed in Chen Jiajun's eyes. Collecting debts was a troublesome and unprofitable job; he really didn't want to do it.
It seems he needs to find an opportunity to sever ties with Boss B, and ideally, get rid of him directly.

Chen Jiajun put away the IOU and the photo, and nodded: "Received."

"This is a lucrative job. Besides the principal, you can split all the interest you collect with the company 50/50. Boss, I wish you all the best!"

……

After Boss B left, Chen Jiajun returned to the bar and found that Guan Jiahui's table and the others were still there.

He picked up his wine glass and walked over: "Everyone, I'm sorry for not taking good care of you today and disturbing your enjoyment. Do you mind if I sit here?" "Oh! Sit down, sit down, Brother Jun, please sit down."

Upon seeing Chen Jiajun arrive, Zhang Guorong quickly moved inside to make room for him.

After taking their seats, Chen Jiajun gestured, "Want to have a drink together?"

"Brother Jun, thank you for helping us out of this predicament!" Ni Shibei's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter.

"Young Master Jun, hello." Zhong Baoluo nodded and picked up his wine glass.

Guan Jiahui looked at Chen Jiajun curiously and said only three words: "Thank you."

"It's no trouble at all. Welcome to come again anytime. Safety is guaranteed." Chen Jiajun understood that these celebrities could bring in a huge number of customers.

After all, if a celebrity frequents a bar, fans will definitely follow suit.

After downing a glass of wine, Chen Jiajun patted Zhong Baoluo on the shoulder: "Young Master Zhong, since everyone already knows about this, let's talk face to face. I'll take care of your debt now. I won't rush you, but don't disappear. Call me anytime if you need anything."

"Young Master Jun, thank you very much." Zhong Baoluo immediately picked up his wine glass and thanked him repeatedly.

Chen Jiajun nodded and put down his wine glass: "Making a mistake is not terrible, what is terrible is making the same mistake again and again. I hope you remember this lesson today."

A million isn't a lot; you can definitely pay it back. As long as a man is alive, there's hope. But if I hear you're gambling again, don't say I'm not giving you face.

Chen Jiajun had heard about Zhong Baoluo's affairs in his previous life.

"clear."

Paul Zhong nodded repeatedly. By this time, he had already sensed the change in the two goddesses' attitudes towards him, and his heart was shattered.

Guan Jiahui didn't look at Zhong Baoluo, but stared curiously at Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun's every move exudes a mature aura.

After drinking a round of drinks and checking the time, Chen Jiajun offered, "Ladies, let me take you home. It's inconvenient to get a taxi so late at night."

Chen Jiajun took out his car keys and picked up his coat.

Leslie Cheung stood there, stunned, not yet able to react: "Huh?"

Paul Zhong was already quite drunk.

Ni Shibei blinked her doll-like eyes: "Brother Jun, okay!"

After all, having such a handsome and refined man by your side makes you feel incredibly safe.

Moreover, Ni Shibei also has a lot of affection for Chen Jiajun.

If Chen Jiajun came after me, wouldn't that mean...?

Just thinking about this made Ni Shibei's cheeks blush.

……

After leaving the bar, the two got into Chen Jiajun's Mercedes SUV.

"Brother Jun, what brand is your car? It looks so high-end. How much did you buy it for? 100,000 yuan?" Ni Shibei asked impatiently as soon as she got in the car.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiajun paused in his tracks.
Go to the street!
This is a prestigious Mercedes-Benz G63, with authentic military-grade quality, and modified by Brabus, a top European and American tuning brand, hence the B badge!
In the mouth of the beautiful Ni Shibei, it actually became a car worth 100,000 yuan?

"About that, around 100,000 yuan."

Chen Jiajun didn't rush to correct Ni Shibei, but instead smiled and started the car.

The beautiful Guan looked at Chen Jiajun with even more curiosity. Although she didn't recognize the car, her high level of family upbringing made her very clear that this car was definitely not ordinary.

After all, the interior is so luxurious, the seats are so high-end, and there are quite a few high-tech features in the car.

If it were any other guy, he would probably go on and on about how awesome his car is in front of a girl, using some incomprehensible jargon.

It's rare to see such a humble young man.

(End of this chapter)