Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 211 I've already stepped onto the moon!

"Where would I get 5000 yuan?"

A man with a full beard ran out of the house, his eyes still wet with sleep, probably from sleeping.

Principal Wang whispered in Chen Jiajun's ear, "He is Wen Biyu's father, a member of the Number Gang. This man is a gambler and a heavy drinker, so you must not give him any money."

Chen Jiajun liked people with fatal weaknesses. He smiled at Wen's father and said, "Hello, Mr. Wen, I am the boss of a film company. I want to train your daughter to be a female star. She will attend training classes at our company every month and will receive a subsidy of 1000. Here is 5,000."

"Is it really 5000 yuan?"

Mr. Wen's eyes lit up, and then he spread his hands and said, "Boss, I'm her father, so the money she earns is mine."

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "No rush, let's get this contract signed first. This contract must be signed by Biyu's guardian."

"I'll sign it."

Mr. Wen couldn't wait to speak, and without even looking at the contract terms, he grabbed a pen and signed his name in the place designated by Chen Jiajun.

Seeing Wen Biyu's father's performance, Chen Jiajun put away the contract with satisfaction, but did not give him the money: "Mr. Wen, I think Biyu has great potential. If she is trained, she will definitely become famous."

After she becomes famous, she can earn back 5000 yuan a year, let alone 5 yuan. I don't know if you believe me?

Upon hearing that his daughter could earn 5 yuan a year, Mr. Wen nodded immediately and said, "I trust her, I trust her."

Not only Wen's father, but Wen Biyu herself was also starry-eyed at this moment.

Chen Jiajun then produced another contract and said, "This is an agency contract. Once you sign this contract, my company will carefully cultivate and promote your daughter."

Without even glancing at it, Wen Biyu's father quickly signed a contract for her that was practically a servitude agreement...

The contract is for ten years, and the employee is required to pay the company 100 million yuan upon resignation.

Upon the expiration of the contract, ArtCity, or rather Hongxing Film & Television, has the right of first refusal to renew the contract.

In other words, if Wen Biyu didn't have any acting roles while working at the company, she would only earn a thousand yuan a month.

Wen Biyu's parents don't understand the law, and Wen Biyu herself understands it even less. How could Chen Jiajun miss such a good opportunity?

After carefully putting away the two contracts, Chen Jiajun took out five thousand yuan from his bag and divided it into three parts, saying, "Of this five thousand yuan, 1000 yuan is for Wen Biyu to give to you as a token of her respect, another 3000 yuan is for my mother to supplement her household expenses, and the last 1000 yuan is for her own private savings."

"No."

Wen's father, mother, and Wen Biyu all opposed it.

Mr. Wen said, "Biyu is so young and doesn't understand things. Having too much money will only cause trouble. Give all the money to me."

Wen's mother said, "You gave me money and then gambled it away? We don't have a single penny left in the house. I need to use this money for household expenses."

Wen Biyu said, "I earned all this money, so I get to decide what I want. I'll keep 1000 yuan for myself and give the other 4000 yuan to my mother."

Chen Jiajun shrugged and distributed the money according to Wen Biyu's instructions. Then he walked up to Wen's father and said, "Mr. Wen, your daughter will definitely be a big star in the future. She can afford to spend 100,000 or 300,000. You don't need to ruin your relationship with your daughter over 1000 yuan."

Mr. Wen thought about it again and realized that she was right, but then he looked at the money in his wife's hand and became envious: "Give me 100 yuan first."

Seeing that he had stopped making a fuss, Wen's mother finally breathed a sigh of relief and gave her husband 100 yuan.

"Fuck your mother, Wen Laosi, when are you going to pay back the money you owe our company?"

Just when everyone thought things were all going well, a middle-aged gangster wearing a floral shirt and black coat, with a toothpick in his mouth, walked over with two henchmen in a nonchalant manner.

When Wen's father saw the visitor, his expression changed drastically: "Brother Bo, didn't we agree to postpone it for a few days?"

When Da Tian Er and Tiger Boy saw the newcomers, they quickly stood in front of Chen Jiajun, fearing that these clueless gangsters might offend their boss.

"Extend it for a few days? Heh, extend your mother's ass, oh, you've got money now?"

When the gangster named Brother Bo saw the four thousand dollars on Wen's mother, he immediately reached out to snatch it.

"Help me."

Before the money was even warm in her hands, Wen's mother refused to give it up, and immediately began to cry and wail, clutching her manhood tightly.

Upon seeing this, Principal Wang immediately stood up: "Hey, don't do anything rash! I'm calling the police!"

“Paying back debts is a matter of course. You must be that stinking intellectual surnamed Wang from Tiaojingling Middle School, right? Mind your own business, or I’ll beat you up too.”

The more Wen's mother struggled, the more excited Bo Ge became. He kicked Wen's mother and said, "Give it to me now."

"Ouch."

"Murder."

Wen's mother let out a scream, and Wen Biyu quickly went over to support her. She looked at Brother Bo and Wen's father with hostility.

As for Wen's father, he stood still without offering any resistance, showing extreme cowardice.

"Fuck your mother, only four thousand."

Bo counted them once, then slapped Wen's father across the face.

"Brother Bo, give me a little more time. My daughter still has a thousand yuan here. I'll go and win it back tonight."

Wen's father, a gambling addict, actually stole a thousand yuan from Wen Biyu.

Once a gambler has money, the first thing he thinks about isn't paying off his debts, but winning back what he's lost.

"You son of a bitch, do you think I'm a fool?"

Bo slapped Wen's father across the face again, then his eyes lit up when he saw Wen Biyu. "Damn it, your daughter's getting prettier and prettier. How about this, let your daughter go to Malan to sell herself to pay off your debts. I won't press you for repayment."

After saying that, Brother Bo stepped forward and tried to grab Wen Biyu's hand.

"That's enough," Chen Jiajun shouted.

He stood up and stepped aside Da Tian Er and Tiger Boy, who were blocking his way.

Not far away, the gunman who was hiding in the shadows protecting his boss slowly put his hands into his pockets.

It's impossible for the eldest brother to go out without bodyguards, but unless necessary, Chen Jiajun doesn't like being surrounded by a large entourage.

"Hey, what gang are you from? You've got some nerve, bro..."

Bo glanced at Chen Jiajun with a nonchalant air, then his pupils suddenly contracted and his whole body trembled: "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry. I was blind to your greatness."

It's clear that Brother Bo recognized Boss Jun's true identity.

"Which prefix?" Chen Jiajun asked with a cold snort.

“Old…Old Xin, I’m with Tofu Bro, Old Fourth Nine.” Brother Bo was sweating profusely.

Tai Tin Yee explained to the eldest brother, “Ah Da, Tofu is the manager of Sun Kee in Kwun Tong.”

"Old or new? Kneel down and come here."

Chen Jiajun's emotionless voice rang out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss Jun."

Bo Ge sensed the murderous intent in Chen Jiajun's words and immediately kowtowed to the ground. His two henchmen behind him also knelt down.

The change happened in an instant. Wen Biyu looked at Chen Jiajun with slightly confused eyes. Chen was the leader of Hung Hing. Her idol's surname was Chen. Boss Chen's surname was also Chen. Boss Chen was the owner of a film and television company. Boss Jun was also the owner of a film and television company.

The face before her slowly overlapped with the person in the newspaper, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!"

At this moment, Wen Biyu was both surprised and shocked.

"BOOM, BOOM."

"Big Brother Jun, I was wrong, I was wrong. I'm just a dog, just ignore me."

Bo Ge's head hit the ground hard, and he crawled forward on all fours.

Da Tian Er kicked him to the ground.

Bo quickly rolled over and continued to act like a dog.

"You certainly know how to be a dog." Chen Jiajun's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Woof woof, Boss Jun." Brother Bo lay on the ground and barked twice more. "Come here." Chen Jiajun slowly put on his gloves and gave the order.

"Woof woof." Boge climbed over.

"Snapped."

"If I find out you're harassing this family again, I'll have someone seal you in a cement jar."

"Get lost." Chen Jiajun slapped Bo Ge across the face.

"Thank you very much, sir Jun."

Bo Ge acted as if he was very grateful, got up quickly, and left with his two henchmen without saying a word.

Chen Jiajun picked up the four thousand yuan from the ground, placed it in Wen's mother's hand, and, seeing her stiff expression, smiled and said, "Alright, now the money is all taken. Wen Biyu, go pack your luggage; the company will find you a school."

"Furthermore, Mr. and Mrs. Wen, let me make this clear upfront: the company will be providing image and styling for Wen Biyu. Under no circumstances are you allowed to harass her, meet with her without my permission, or do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes Yes."

It was only then that Mr. and Mrs. Wen realized who this man was.

Once inside the Mercedes-Benz, Wen Biyu watched the scenery outside the window gradually recede into the distance. She glanced at the extremely luxurious Mercedes-Benz and felt for the first time strongly that she no longer belonged there.

Once they reached the highway in Kwun Tong, where the road was no longer bumpy, Chen Jiajun pointed at Tai Tin Yee and said to Wen Biyu, "Your sworn brother is Tai Tin Yee? Do you know who he is?"

Da Tian Er turned around and said with a soft laugh, "I am Da Tian Er."

"Brother Jun, I was just kidding." The little girl trembled as she faced her idol for the first time.

Chen Jiajun smiled and shook his head: "Wen Biyu is too ordinary a name. It will be hard for you to become famous in the future. How about I change your stage name?"

“I’ll do whatever Jun-ge says. Whatever you say I’ll call you, I’ll call you.”

Wen Biyu tossed her hair, obediently raised her head, her eyes hazy and alluring, extremely charming.

The sixteen-year-old girl already possesses the allure to captivate the world.

Goblin.

Fearing that Wen Biyu might have megalophobia, Chen Jiajun crossed his legs and said, "From now on, you'll be called Wen Bixia."

Back at the Kwok Chun Building in Wan Chai, Chan Ka-Chun called Tsang Tsz-Wai over and pointed to Wan Pik-Hsia, saying, "She is Wan Pik-Yu, now renamed Wan Pik-Hsia."

"Have the company's artist image manager take her shopping for some clothes, hire a fitness instructor for her to manage her physique, and arrange acting and etiquette classes for her... In addition, transfer her academic record to Guojun Academy, and have Guojun Academy send someone to tutor her privately."

"Understood." Zeng Ziwei glanced at Wen Bixia and immediately understood that this girl, born in the slums of Tiu Keng Leng, was about to rise to great heights.

“Miss Wen, you can call me Awei or Brother Wei. Please come with me, and I will arrange accommodation for you.”

As Hongxing Film & Television signed more artists, the company rented a building nearby to serve as dormitories for them.

The girl stood up and looked at Chen Jiajun, saying, "Brother Jun, can I come to see you from now on?"

“Study hard, I’ll come see you. Here’s my business card.” Chen Jiajun tossed over a business card.

After the two left, Huang Baiming walked into the office and asked, "Mr. Chen, should we notify Ms. Zhao Yazhi to come over for the audition of 'Wrong Car'?"

"Her husband is so strict, don't contact him for now. Don't worry, I'll get you the leading lady before the new year."

While Boss Jun was plotting to poach someone from another family, the next day, at the Fanling Nursing Home...

The Fanling Nursing Home has always been the headquarters of the Wo Luen Shing family. Most of the residents here are too old and don't have much power. They usually rely on their underlings to support them.

Today is destined to be a day of great anticipation, and it is of great importance to Wo Luen Shing.

After two years, the old leader, Chui Chi, is about to retire, and a new leader will be elected today.

Upon learning this, the police became even more vigilant, dispatching a large number of personnel to continuously monitor Wo Luen Shing's every move.

They are able to know immediately about any disturbance or unexpected event.

The walls on both sides are covered with black and white photos, all of which are of the deceased leaders of Wo Luen Shing, showing the vicissitudes of life.

The veteran figures of Wo Luen Shing, including Uncle Teng, gathered here early on.

"Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. It feels like just yesterday that we elected Chui Chi as the leader two years ago."

"Everyone should know what we are doing at today's meeting. Please feel free to share your thoughts."

As he spoke, Uncle Deng reached for the teapot and leisurely began brewing tea.

The room fell silent for a moment, and no one offered any opinion.

“Since no one is speaking up, I’ll go first,” said the unlucky dog. “Ah Le is the most caring towards us old folks. Last time, he was the first to come to the police station to bail us out and even paid a lot of money.”

Leng Lao said dismissively, "He's the one who sent Huo Niu to ask us to help him. If he doesn't pay, does he expect us to pay?"

Shuang Fandong, puffing on his briar pipe, said, "The current leader is from Wanchai, so logically it should be Jordan's turn. Ah Lok would be a perfect fit to be the leader."

"Why not Tsuen Wan?" Cold Man retorted, "Luen Shing has a full-fledged team in Tsuen Wan, Hung Hing is all-inclusive in Tuen Mun, Sun Kee is a flag in Sha Tin, and Big D's achievements are obvious to all. He even planted a flag in Sha Tin last month. He's the most suitable!"

"Hmph, his men are the most troublesome." Old Gui En shook his hand and snorted coldly: "Last time, the cripple from Qingshan Road was beaten up by his men for no reason. Big D said that ignorance is no excuse and let it go. Big D is unfair."

"Old Ghost En, if you're a gangster, you should run a legitimate business instead of causing trouble. It's Cripple's fault for being stupid; he didn't even give his name after being beaten." Chuanbao scoffed, "What does this have to do with Big D? I've decided to support Big D. What about you?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Shuang Fandong.

Shuang Fandong took a deep drag on his pipe and said, "I'm still considering it."

"Take this! Mao Dun?" Chuanbao looked at Mao Dun.

Mao Dun adjusted his glasses and said, "Big D has its advantages, and Ah Le has his advantages."

"Is saying this the same as not saying anything at all?" Chuanbao retorted.

Mao Dun thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go with Big D."

“Ah Lok is truly dedicated to Grandpa’s work; he said he’ll make it into Tsim Sha Tsui,” Old Ghost Ng said.

Chuanbao said with a disdainful look, "Everyone says they're working for Grandpa! Are they doing it for themselves?"

"Stepping into Tsim Sha Tsui? You only count if you actually step on it!"

"I could have said I'd lead you guys to the moon!"

"Hey! You jerk! How much money did you get from Big D? Why are you being so aggressive?"

Old Ghost En loudly rebuked Chuanbao, who had been campaigning for Big D.

"What did you say?" Chuanbao sat up straight, glaring at Lao Gui'en and immediately responding.

“You know perfectly well,” Old Ghost En said bluntly.

"You son of a bitch." The string of curses was unleashed.

"Say one more word?" The old ghost with gray hair was not afraid of the younger Chuanbao at all.

The two uncles started arguing back and forth in front of everyone.

They were all born into gangsters, and fighting at the drop of a hat is the eternal theme of gangsters. Even as they get older, their nature remains unchanged.

Seeing the tension growing stronger, Uncle Deng, who had been brewing Kung Fu tea, smiled and extended his hand, saying:
"Please have some tea."

"please."

As soon as Uncle Deng spoke, Chuanbao and Laogui En immediately stopped their verbal attack.

His authority at Wo Shing was self-evident.

The uncles and elders also stood up, stepped forward, picked up their teacups, and drank tea.

(End of this chapter)