Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 198 Laying Out the New Territory
At a dai pai dong (open-air food stall) in Kowloon, people got out of the car one after another. Popular stars like Chow Yun-fat were dressed in a manner that was not much different from that of ordinary citizens in Hong Kong.

The owner of the food stall is Uncle Hing, a retired veteran of the Hung Hing Society.

Uncle Hing, who spent his whole life showing off his gambling skills and arguing with his friends, had nothing to do after retiring, so he decided to use his remaining energy to buy a piece of land in Kowloon and open a food stall.

As soon as Chen Jiajun entered, he handed over a cigar and called out, "Uncle Xing."

"Ah Da, you're here!"

Uncle Xing was focused on cooking when Chen Jiajun startled him: "Ah Da, you guys go sit down first, I'll be done in a minute. Make yourself at home here, help yourself to whatever you want to drink."

Liang Kun brought over several cases of beer, while Da Fei, Lao Yu, and others took some snacks from the freezer.

"Hey, if you want a cigarette, help yourself."

Chen Jiajun took out three packs of cigarettes from under the counter of the food stall: one Moore, one Lucky Strike, and one Red Marlboro. He opened them and placed them on the table.

Behind us, the smoke from the food stalls billowed into the sky, a scene of everyday life.

Leslie Cheung picked up a packet of Lucky Coins from the table without any hesitation.

In fact, those who have been close to Chen Jiajun know that the big boss has no airs at all and doesn't like others to be polite to him.

Chen Jiajun sat with He Tianbao and He Tian'er on his left and Zhu Baoyi on his right.

"The hot water is here." Dafei brought over several kettles of hot water and told everyone to wash the dishes.

"Come on, everyone, have a cigarette and some duck offal first."

Uncle Xing was worried that everyone was hungry after finishing work, so he first served several plates of duck offal, and then took out a red envelope and distributed it to everyone.

To be honest, He Tian'er would never have come to these places to eat if Chen Jiajun hadn't treated her. She picked up a piece of duck offal, hesitated slightly, and put it in her mouth. She immediately felt the umami and saltiness of the braising liquid fill her mouth, and the more she chewed, the more fragrant it became.

"Uncle, how do you make this braised duck offal?" He Tian'er was overjoyed.

"Not bad, right? You put a lot of effort into this braising liquid!" Uncle Xing said with a big smile when he heard someone praise his cooking skills.

"Uncle, you're so old, it must be very hard for you to still be setting up a stall. Come on, have a seat."

Zhou Runfa stood up and offered his seat to Uncle Xing, who was wearing a white vest and glasses.

"It's not hard work at all. I know you. You're filming Chow Yun-fat in Shanghai Bund. Please sit down, don't be shy."

Uncle Xing smiled and waved his hand, then went back to the kitchen to continue his work.

Chow Yun-fat sighed, "At such an advanced age, still out there trying to make money, are all his children so unfilial?" He shook his head as he spoke.

Chen Jiajun smiled and introduced, "Uncle Xing used to be the head of the Kowloon branch of Hung Hing, and later he was the White Paper Fan of Hung Hing. Now he's retired. Don't let his simple clothes fool you, he owns several buildings in Kowloon and collects rent from them."

"How many buildings?"

Chow Yun-fat has moved to Bengbu. He was a popular young actor, known to everyone in Hong Kong, but now he only owns one house.

"Yes, Uncle Xing's son works in a casino at SJM Holdings and has a grandson with Uncle Xing. Uncle Xing was originally planning to retire and take care of his grandson, but he can't take care of his grandson and has nothing to do, so he has to go out and set up a stall."

Handsome Kun delivered the final blow.

“Uncle Xing’s son, Willie, is known as the Little Gambling King of Macau. He works for Old E and easily makes millions every month…” He Tianbao added.

How many buildings are being rented out?

"Earning millions a month?"

Wu Yusen, Xu Ke, Di Long, and others were also terrified...

They thought that Uncle Xing was so old that he was setting up a stall because his children were not filial, but they never expected that Uncle Xing was doing poverty alleviation work.

With tears in their eyes, everyone ate the poverty alleviation meal prepared by Uncle Hing. They drank until midnight, and some people couldn't take it anymore and left. The three tables were combined into one, and the Hung Hing boss, the son of the gambling king, and the big star drank together. Uncle Hing carried a bottle of beer and chatted with everyone.

He Tianbao's face was flushed from drinking some wine, but he didn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, he was enjoying himself. He Tian'er was dozing off with her head on his lap, and he didn't dare to make any big movements. He stroked He Tian'er's hair.

"boss…"

Wu Yusen tugged at Chen Jiajun's sleeve and brought up the matter of wanting to spend money to buy the movie's theme song.

At this moment, emboldened by alcohol, Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "What's there to buy? We need to buy the theme song for a movie too."

Wu Yusen's eyes widened.

"I'll write it, you buy an egg."

"Who doesn't have a bit of a musical talent?"

Wu Yusen laughed in exasperation, put down his wine glass, and encouraged him, "Fine, you do it."

He never expected that the usually mild-mannered boss Jun would be so charismatic and talkative after drinking. No wonder he was a gang leader.

Hehe, but after you finish rambling, you still have to pay the money you owe.

"Bring the guitar over." Chen Jiajun waved his hand, and Zhang Guorong quickly went to the car to get the guitar he always carried with him.

Taking the guitar, Chen Jiajun strummed it a few times, took a sip of wine, and then sang a cappella in a magnetic and narrative voice:

"A soft... soft laugh is bringing me warmth."

"You inject me with a powerful dose of happiness."

"Say it softly... softly, the long road is almost over."

"Finally, a bright and sunny day has arrived."

"Cheers and cheers erupted as people leaped up."

"Like the rising sun shooting out golden arrows."

"..."

"Ah Jun, this song is your original composition, right?" He Tianbao picked up his wine glass and drank half of it.

Chen Jiajun had just finished singing a song and was a little thirsty, so he picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "The song is called 'The Past,' and I'll dedicate this song to Leslie Cheung to sing."

Plagiarism is something you do without any psychological burden.

"Thank you so much, sir." Leslie Cheung was overjoyed and immediately stood up to offer a toast.

"Sit down and drink, Rongzai, don't be shy with me."

Chen Jiajun waved his hand: "There's another song that's perfect as an interlude, I'll sing it for you too."

Everyone listened intently, cleared their throats, and Chen Jiajun began to sing a cappella:
"Silently leaning against the window, gazing into the distance, the rain falls heavily and chaotically."

"Like a madman, full of resentment, cursing his weariness."

In just two short sentences, a vivid picture unfolds. After singing those two lines, Chen Jiajun continued singing in a calm voice, as if a friend were whispering softly.

His precise pronunciation echoed his earnest and focused expression.

A steady voice echoed the upright and robust figure.

In an instant, one can understand the figure depicted in the lyrics—a figure who has weathered storms yet remains proudly independent.

This song is undoubtedly about men's stories.

He Tian'er woke up at some point. She leaned on He Tianbao's shoulder, looking at Chen Jiajun with hazy eyes, her mind completely captivated.

……

Yuen Long, Fanling Nursing Home.

"Big D, Boss Chen doesn't have time to talk to you. He sent Liang Kun. Find a place for you tomorrow, and remember to be polite."

Lei Juekun chose a time to make a phone call to Big D of Wo Luen Shing.

"I understand, Boss Lei. We'll meet at the Youguqi Restaurant tomorrow at noon. Don't worry about the etiquette!"

Big D was wearing a gray jacket over a floral shirt, his right hand on his hip and his left hand holding a mobile phone. Even though it was late at night, he was still wearing brown sunglasses.

After handing the mobile phone to Toastmaster Longhair, Big D walked into the Fanling Nursing Home.

Inside the nursing home, several Wo Shing Wo members saw Big D and greeted him.

"Brother D."

"Big Brother D."

"Brother D, you're still up so late?"

The Fanling Old Age Home in the New Territories is the headquarters of Wo Luen Shing. Many of Wo Luen Shing's veterans are native to the New Territories. For example, Uncle Tang, who was the head of Wo Luen Shing in the 70s, was a very respected elder in Fanling.

It was under Uncle Deng's leadership that Wo Luen Shing was able to grow and become stronger.

At this time, the head of Wo Luen Shing, Chui Chi, and many of his uncles and elders, including Uncle Deng, Chuan Bao, and Long Gen, were still playing mahjong at the nursing home.

"Big D is here."

Chuanbao excitedly picked up a card, then gently pushed it over: "The seats are lucky. Sorry, all three of you, it's a 5-point clear, 72 yuan each."

"Pounce on the street."

"Another self-draw."

Blowing Chicken handed over the banknotes and looked at Big D, saying, "Big D, what are you doing here so late?"

"I've asked Mr. Lei from KMB to act as an intermediary. Tomorrow I'm going to negotiate with Hung Hing's Mr. Kwan..."

Big D took off his sunglasses and explained to the group.

As the most powerful and well-equipped leader of the Wo Luen Shing organization in recent years, he relied not only on his large number of men and money, but also on his intelligence.

Chuiji pulled out a pack of red envelopes and distributed them to the crowd, saying, "Should we step in?"

Chuan Bao arrogantly said, "Since Hung Hing is sending Liang Kun, you don't need to show up."

"Big D, if we can't negotiate, we'll fight. We can't beat Hung Hing on Hong Kong Island, but do you think we're afraid of them in Tsuen Wan and the New Territories?"

Uncle Deng got up and sat down behind the desk in the mahjong parlor. He slowly brewed tea and listened to the conversation of the group, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

He poured the tea into the teacups and gestured for everyone to have some tea: "Please have some tea, everyone."

After everyone had taken their teacups, Uncle Deng took a sip of tea and said, "Better to offend the King of Hell than Chen Jiajun."

One sentence brought back memories of a year ago for everyone.

Two bloody incidents in Haojiang.

Two major horse-riding competitions held on Hong Kong Island and in Hong Kong.

The fall of loyalty and righteousness, the downfall of Wang Baobang, the massacre of the Jiang family...

A person's shadow is the name of a tree.

Seeing everyone silent, Uncle Deng put down his teacup and said, "This year, Hung Hing only shut down the furnace, but did not extinguish the fire."

Mr. Jun is now a Justice of the Peace in Hong Kong, a renowned philanthropist, and the owner of Kowloon Motor Bus Group and China Motor Bus Group, both publicly listed companies with officially recognized business names. He pays taxes to the Hong Kong government annually, contributes to employment in Hong Kong, and facilitates transportation for Hong Kong residents.

"We and Lian Sheng committed burglaries, drug trafficking, extortion, and tax evasion..."

Do you think that if we spar with Hung Hing and engage in horse racing, will the British Hong Kong government support Boss Chun or Luen Shing?

"When you are a person or a person, you must always keep a clear head."

"If a real fight breaks out, then the fate of Xiang Qian, the former leader of Xinji, will be the same as ours."

“Currently, the Luk family in Tuen Mun, the Fok family of Yau Wing Group, and Sir Pao all have some cooperation with Chan Ka Chun, not to mention the Ho family in Macau.”

"Big D, I advise you to prioritize peace."

Big D frowned and downed his tea in one gulp: "Uncle Deng, I understand! I know what I'm doing."

"Big D, don't tell me you're all prepared now. You act impulsively. Just think about it, can you afford to offend the Huo family, the Lin family, and the Bao family?"

The Fok family that Uncle Deng mentioned naturally refers to Henry Fok. The Lin family is the Lin Xishen family. The Bao family is Sir Paul Bao.

"If they fart, there are plenty of people in all of Hong Kong who will come over to smell whether it smells good or bad."

"They've threatened to kill your whole family. Do you believe they'll make you jump into the sea tomorrow?!"

"Chen Jiajun today is just like the Huo family, Bao family, and Lin family back then."

Uncle Deng gave him another warning, as he was still somewhat worried.

Big D's brows relaxed, and he nodded emphatically: "I know, I know! I..."

"Okay, you can go back now." Uncle Deng nodded in satisfaction.

The Wo Luen Shing triad might not dare to provoke the Hung Hing triad, but that doesn't mean other triads in the underworld wouldn't.

Book Recommendation: "Hong Kong Variety Show: Fierce Police Dragon" takes a very unique approach, and the supporting cast is also very well chosen. I highly recommend it!

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