Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 180: Strong soldiers and powerful horses!

Chen Jiajun nodded, then looked at Han Bin, who had a gloomy face, and said, "Bin, the dinosaurs are dead, but the living must go on. I hope you can pull yourself together..."

"Ah Da, I know that when you're in this world, this day will come sooner or later, but I never thought it would happen to me." Han Bin sighed.

That's how it is when you're out in the world; before things go wrong, everyone thinks they're unique and that bad luck won't happen to them.

Even though the newspapers are full of news every day, most gangsters still don't care.

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his cigar:

A lot happened last month, but the unpleasant things are all in the past.

"In addition, since the Tuen Mun branch is currently vacant, I will let Wrenchman Enza take over, and Lu Jinqiang will be the White Paper Fan."

"Ah Kun and Tian Yangsheng led the team all the way from Yau Ma Tei to Tsim Sha Tsui, they deserve a great reward!"

"Ah Kun, from now on, Yau Ma Tei and Jordan are under your jurisdiction!"

"Yes! Thank you, Master!"

The feeling of suddenly going from being the FIT boss in Mong Kok to being the FIT boss in Yau Ma Tei and Jordan is indescribable!
One person controls two lucrative areas!
With a radiant face, Lung Kwan said, "Actually, Ah Sang was the one who did all the work that night. Our Hung Hing guys are really good fighters!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and looked at Tian Yangsheng: "Asheng!"

Tian Yangsheng exhaled a breath of stale air and stood up firmly: "Big Brother!"

Chan Ka-Chun explained, "Ah Sang has been with me for over half a year. Although I didn't officially appoint him as a Red Pole, he has abilities far exceeding those of a Red Pole. From now on, Tsim Sha Tsui will be under your control!"

"Thank you, brother!"

Tian Yangsheng firmly stated that facts have proven that he made the right choice and followed the right leader!

"Don't thank me, thank yourself. Also, the company will provide funds to renovate the nightclubs in the Yau Ma Tei to Tsim Sha Tsui area. From now on, all of you should work hard!" Chen Jiajun waved to him, gesturing for him to sit down.

Thirteen Sister raised her head and said, "Big Brother, isn't it time to renovate the place on Portland Street?"

"Of course, I can forget anyone but you."

Chen Jiajun looked at the person sitting behind Shanji and said, "Da Tian Er!"

"Ada!"

Da Tian Er immediately focused his mind, stood up, and even his face turned red.

Chen Jiajun said, "Da Tian joined Hung Hing at the age of twenty-three and has always been loyal to Hung Hing. His strength is also quite decent."

We at Hung Hing don't just look at strength, we also look at loyalty. Tai Tin Yee has been loyal to the company and has made contributions. From now on, Kwun Tong will be under your management, Tai Tin Yee. Don't let everyone down.

"Thank you... thank you, Da Da! Thank you, Da Da!" Da Tian Er was so flustered that he could barely speak.

Thus, the structure of Hung Hing is as follows:

Haojiang, old scoundrel.

Wan Chai, Durham.

Causeway Bay, a tough spot for fighters.

Chai Wan, Pheasant.

Nine dragons, narrow eyes.

Yau Ma Tei/Jordan, Leung Kwan.

Portland Street, Sister Thirteen.

Kui Ching, Han Bin.

Tuen Mun, Wrench Ng. (Owen)

Sai Wan, Brother Kei.

Central, the old prison.

Hong Kong boy, Big Fei.

Yuen Long, Yachirobe.

Kwun Tong, Tai Tin Yee.

Tsim Sha Tsui, a place for natural health and wellness.

There are a total of fourteen people in charge.

They are truly a powerful and well-equipped force!

After discussing the club matters, Chen Jiajun brought up the school: "Also, my previous promises still stand. I hope everyone can take the time to go to school to study. If you pass the vocational skills assessment, I will give outstanding individuals a bonus at the end of the year, and even reward them with a building."

"I hope everyone will take this seriously."

After a pause, Chen Jiajun continued, "In addition, the company is preparing to open a private equity fund, the Leading Fund."

If you have spare cash, you can invest it in a fund company. The fund will then return the profits to you after deducting fees, as promised.

The purpose of opening a private equity fund was to increase Hung Hing Tsai's income.

The current Hung Hing has a very serious problem: the income of the lower-level henchmen is still too low. Although Chan Ka-Chun has significantly improved their "treatment", it is still only 1500 yuan per month.

As someone's subordinate, their income should at least be at the upper-middle class in Hong Kong, right?
Otherwise, how will I, as the leader, lead them out in the future?

Upon hearing this news, the leaders of the FIT and the red sticks all had their eyes shining with excitement, knowing that following the big boss would bring them wealth.

Ah Da opened the Longtou Fund, which is clearly to take care of them!
Immediately afterwards, Chen Jiajun said seriously, "Also, everyone, find me a group of talents in the clothing industry. In the counterfeit clothing sector, Hong Kong's monthly consumption is far less than the production capacity of counterfeit clothing factories. I plan to use the excess capacity to start a brand, and we are currently in dire need of designers."

On the one hand, there is overcapacity; on the other hand, there are considerations for the future.

To avoid any potential legal issues, Chen Jiajun divided the counterfeit goods factory into dozens of sub-factories and separated the various processes.

In this way, no illegal activity can be detected by looking at any one of the factories individually.

But gray is gray after all, and it will definitely be cracked down on by the Customs Administration and other departments in the future.

Therefore, we should take advantage of the present moment to establish our own brand.

"Ah Da, leave this matter to me."

Uncle Xing volunteered, standing up and patting his chest. "If Ah Da needs someone, no matter how big of a designer they are, we have to bring them back for him."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Okay, remember to be respectful when you invite people. Let the designers see that Hung Hing is wealthy and powerful."

"Understood." Uncle Xing nodded.

……

A convoy of Mercedes-Benz cars slowly pulled up on the set of "The Wise Men".

To hire people, Uncle Hing specially brought along a drum and gong team and a lion dance team. He had to make the scene bigger and show the designers Hung Hing's sincerity and financial strength!
Get out of the car.

Uncle Hing straightened his suit and roared behind him, "Let the trumpets and suonas start playing, let the gongs and drums beat! We must let others see the sincerity of Hung Hing."

Uncle Xing, leading a hundred young demon slaves, swaggered straight toward the set of "The Wise and Clever Guy".

This terrified the entire crew of "The Wise Man," and director Tsui Hark quickly led actors Mak Ka, Robin, and Tsang Tze-wai out of the set.

Zeng Ziwei took out a cigarette and offered it to him with a big smile, saying, "Hello, hello! This is the set of 'The Wise Man,' I'm Zeng Ziwei, and my dad is Zhuyouzai. Have you guys come to the wrong place?"

Zeng Ziwei's father was Zhu Youzai, the chief henchman of Chief Detective Inspector Lei Luo. Although he has now fled to Taiwan, his reputation remains.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. Uncle Xing took the cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Are you Zhuyouzai's son? Your father is Leiluo's right-hand man, isn't he?"

"Yes, yes, may I ask your name?" Zeng Ziwei nodded and bowed.

"Hung Hing 415, Uncle Hing, have you heard of it?"

Uncle Xing straightened his back and said that he and Piggy were of the same generation and had met a few times before.

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions, especially director Xu Ke.

Hung Hing's name resounded throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon, and their feud with Yuet Nam-tsai was known to all.

Coincidentally, Tsui Hark is also Yue Nanzai.

"I've heard of him, Hung Hing boss Jun..."

Zeng Ziwei's face turned pale as well; his father's reputation was only enough to intimidate ordinary gangs.

They were no match for Jun, the leader of the Hung Hing Fist.

He quickly pulled out a red envelope he had prepared beforehand: "Uncle Xing, please have some tea with the brothers."

Uncle Hing glanced at the red envelope but did not accept it: "Our Hung Hing no longer collects protection money."

"Oh no, it seems they have a big appetite." Zeng Ziwei's heart sank.

Just as I was about to ask Uncle Xing what he was there for, Uncle Xing shouted loudly, "Which one of you is Mr. Zhang Shuping?"

A young man, looking rather unassuming, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white shirt, timidly raised his hand: "I...it's me."

After he finished speaking, he swallowed hard.

Uncle Xing strode forward, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, and shouted: "Uncle Xing of Hung Hing 415, the White Paper Fan, has come on the orders of the incense master Chen Jiajun to respectfully invite Zhang to come out of seclusion!"

"Set up an incense table!"

"Show Guan Sheng!"

"Bring on the roast pork!"

As a seasoned veteran, Uncle Xing was very skilled at these etiquettes. After announcing his name, several young demon slaves behind him immediately carried the roasted pig into the film set and put it down steadily.

Uncle Xing roared, "Mr. Zhang, my boss, Jun, the leader of Hung Hing, has ten thousand brothers! My boss is a man of great respect and has specially sent me, Uncle Xing, to respectfully invite Mr. Zhang to come out of retirement!"

The henchmen behind him also shouted in unison:
"We respectfully request Mr. Zhang to come out of retirement!"

Zhang Jianping, the art director and costume designer on set, was terrified. He stammered, "You asked me to do what?"

The film set is a mixed bag. For example, the martial arts instructor on their set used to be involved in gangs. When he was chatting, he had heard about Jun, the most famous gangster in Hong Kong, a ruthless and cunning devil!
He knew what it meant to be invited by such a powerful figure in the organization.

Several years ago, one of Cheung Suk-ping's neighbors owed usurious loans and was taken away by the triads. He was later found dead in the street.

A few years ago, one of Zhang Shuping's classmates joined the club, but was also asked to leave by the club and collapsed in a pool of blood.

Seeing Mr. Zhang hesitate, Uncle Xing realized that Mr. Zhang must not have felt his sincerity yet!
Uncle Xing solemnly lit some incense, picked up the gleaming cleaver, and said, "Come on, let's slice the fragrant pig!"

Zhang Shuping looked up and saw the machete, and was so frightened that he cried out, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Zhang, how are you?"

Uncle Xing shouted and quickly supported Zhang Shuping.

"Oh no! Mr. Zhang has fainted!"

"Someone come here immediately and get him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

After saying this, Uncle Xing hurriedly dragged Zhang Shuping outside, packed up the red carpet and the incense table. The group had come quickly and left just as quickly...

Xu Ke, Zeng Ziwei, and others present were terrified, as being asked to leave by Hung Hing was not a good thing.

That evening, they invited Liang Kun, a veteran of erotic films and a fellow film industry figure, to visit Chen Jiajun at the Guojun Building, bringing along some expensive delicacies.

"Ah Da, this is Xu Ke and Mai Jia from Art City. They are very famous for making movies. And this is Zeng Ziwei, the son of Lui Lok's protégé, Pig Oil Boy."

Inside the reception room, Liang Kun introduced each of the people to him.

"Oh? Xu Ke?"

Chen Jiajun dismissed several directors, including Mai Jia and Zeng Ziwei, before finally turning his attention to the maverick director Xu Ke.

"Hello, Mr. Chen." Xu Ke immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

"Are you Yue Nanzai?" Chen Jiajun smiled.

“I am an overseas Chinese from South Vietnam.” Xu Ke did not deny it.

"Have you ever seen blood?" Chen Jiajun looked at his face and asked with interest.

"I was young and ignorant," Xu Ke replied, forcing a smile.

(End of this chapter)