Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 221 Having backbone and keeping promises

Chen Family Manor.

Guan Jiahui stuffed clothes into her suitcase, muttering to Lu Yongyu:

"What on earth is my husband up to? Why is he suddenly sending us on a luxury cruise ship? Is he in some kind of trouble? Wouldn't it be even more dangerous for him to stay in Hong Kong?"

"I'll leave after you board the ship, don't worry."

Chen Jiajun walked in from outside, followed by Bai Lu, who was wearing a white dress, as well as Du Mu, Lao Yu, Ya Qi, Tian Yangsheng, and others. Chen Jiajun handed the suitcase he was carrying to Guan Jiahui and said:

"Hey, there's a million dollars in this box. Have fun out there. Tian Yang'en, Bai Lu, and a few other brothers will be with you. If you run into any trouble, Bai Lu and the others will handle it."

Lu Yongyu pulled a watch box out of her bag and looked at her man: "This Patek Philippe was custom-made for you by my girlfriends. We originally planned to give it to you on your birthday, but it seems there's not enough time..."

"Snapped."

Chen Jiajun opened the watch box and found a brand new Patek Philippe REF.2499P, currently the king of Patek Philippe watches, and it was a platinum model, making it even more precious.

“I like it very much.” Chen Jiajun hugged Lu Yongyu.

"Don't be too impulsive. Discuss it with my dad and Uncle Fa." Lu Yongyu didn't say much more.

"Don't worry, go outside and clear your head first. Wait for my call, and I'll personally tell you to come back before you return to Hong Kong. Besides, what could possibly happen to me? Doom, Old Prison, and the others will protect you closely."

Chen Jiajun addressed the group.

Once only a few people remained in the villa, Doom spoke up: "Big brother, isn't it just Fatty Li? Why don't we just have that scumbag Old Prison take care of him?"

"Things aren't that simple... In the past two years, we've taken down too many drug dealers, completely disrupting the market in Hong Kong. Tung Sing and Number Gang have been lukewarm for the past few years, but they've been making a killing behind the scenes."

"Last time Fatty Li bit me, we took his newspaper off the shelves. He neither called me nor had anyone pass on a message to me... It's not that simple."

Chen Jiajun said solemnly.

Fat Lai's character is far more complex than portrayed in the movie, because this is a Hong Kong variety show world that blends with the real world.

There is only one fat man named Lai in Hong Kong.

Not long after he left Hung Hing, he joined the Number Gang and founded three major companies: Zuo X Nu Clothing, Tianlong Company, and Banana Newspapers.

ZuoXu Clothing is his high-end clothing brand. Although it doesn't sell very well, Fat Lai is, after all, from Hung Hing. He learned from Chan Ka Chun to make counterfeit goods.

Tianlong Company produces pirated Japanese comics. Although it is not as well-known as local Hong Kong comic companies, its profits are much higher.

Since there's no need to pay authors royalties, aside from printing costs, the most expensive expense each month is four round-trip airfares to Japan. We buy all the latest manga chapters that are being distributed in Tokyo as soon as possible, then arrange for the company's translators to quickly translate them, print them, and release them to the market.

Banana Newspapers, this is what Fat Lao Lai is best at. He knows exactly what Hong Kong citizens want to see. In recent years, he has been frantically tearing apart celebrity scandals everywhere. Whether the news is true or false, he has his editors write it down.

For the newspaper industry, sensationalizing scandals and gossip is entirely beneficial.

After leaving Hung Hing, Fat Lai hired a personal lawyer named Lui Ching-hung.

The title of "Queen's Counsel" is a designation given to senior barristers in Commonwealth countries.

The British Royal Family has two opportunities each year to appoint senior barristers from Commonwealth countries as Queen's Counsel. Queen's Counsel receive special treatment in court, such as wearing specially designed silk robes and having access to a private dressing room.

Lu Qinghong is a very well-known lawyer in Hong Kong. He is an expert in commercial law and many businessmen and celebrities in the city are his clients. He has been called the highest-paid lawyer in Hong Kong by newspapers many times. His daily fee is HK$500,000, hence he is also jokingly called the "Golden Tooth Lawyer".

Therefore, even if a minor celebrity without real influence is attacked by Banana Daily with false information, they will still back down when faced with Banana Daily's massive legal team.

Even if Banana Daily loses the lawsuit because of its celebrity scandals, the sheer increase in sales from the scandals alone is enough to make Banana Daily a fortune.

In addition, Fat Man Lai also imitated the White Horse and Golden Horse of the Money Empire, and ran an underground lottery.

They also collaborated with several members of the "Number Gang" and the "Five Tigers of Tung Sing" to sell drugs, ice, pills, and various contraband in Kowloon, making a fortune.

Even some fellow practitioners on Hong Kong Island often buy from their drug dealers. The reason is that Hong Kong Island is now under the de facto control of Hung Hing, so if they can't buy drugs there, they naturally have to go to Kowloon to buy them.

Today, Fatty Li has transformed into "Uncle Biao," the well-known big spender in the Number Gang. His real name is Li Biao.

There was no real grudge or animosity between Chan Ka-Chun and Fat Lai. It was just that Fat Lai's Banana Daily published news of Chiang Tin-Sang's death, and Chan Ka-Chun slapped him in the face.

Fat Lai suddenly bites him, revealing his true identity as the leader of Hung Hing in the scandal involving Zhao Yazhi. His purpose and the deeper meaning behind it are quite intriguing.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, who is this?" Chen Jiajun answered the phone.

"Big Brother Jun, this is me, Fatty Li."

Fatty Li, sitting on the other end of the microphone, was all smiles and exuded a friendly aura.

However, please note that Fat Lai addresses him as "Big Brother Jun". Nowadays, Chan Ka-Chun is a knight, and most people call him Sir Chan. Those with a little status will also call him Mr. Chan. But Fat Lai calls him "Big Brother Jun".

Clearly, Fatty Li placed himself on the same level as Chen Jiajun in terms of identity and status.

"Oh, Ma Yanli, what brings you here? What's up with calling me?"

Chen Jiajun crossed his legs, striking a comfortable pose, his tone flat.

"Ma Yan Li" is another nickname for Fat Li, because Fat Li likes to smoke marijuana.

"Hehe, Boss Jun, we had some misunderstandings a few days ago, and the bus stops even removed my 'Banana Daily' and 'Nine Weekly'..."

Don't worry, I won't hold a grudge against you. After all, you used to be my boss. I've already investigated this matter thoroughly. It was an editor from our Banana Newspaper Group who was incompetent and wrote something carelessly.

"Would you do me the honor of having me host a banquet at the Youguqi Restaurant tonight as an apology? I've invited Uncle Deng from Wo Luen Shing, Uncle Luo from Tung Sing, Master Shen from Wo Hing Shing, and several other veteran figures in the underworld to act as peacemakers."

Fatty Li was very arrogant. He booked a restaurant and invited some veteran figures from the underworld. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was showing off.

"You've got heart and guts, right? I'll come over, uh... goodbye."

In the magnificent study on the second floor of 81 Kadoorie Road, Kadoorie Hill, Kowloon, Fat Lai spoke into the microphone and then hung up the phone.

Kadoorie Hill was developed in the 1930s when the Kadoorie family bought acres of land there.

There are two main roads, one named Kadoorie Road and the other named Blackie Street, both named after foreigners.

The Kadoorie family, a Jewish family, is obviously more well-known in Hong Kong. Chinese newspapers once described the family as: "Three generations of four knights, with properties all over Kowloon."

Braggart, a Macanese, was a Portuguese-born citizen who served as a Portuguese member of the Legislative Council. Kadoorie's purchase of Kadoorie Hill was also a result of his time as a member of the Legislative Council.

Kadoorie Road is mostly lined with detached houses, surrounded by walls and gates, offering tight security and a high degree of privacy.

The mansions on Blackpool Road are mainly three-story detached houses, surrounded by trees.

Today, there are a total of 124 detached villas in Kadoorie Hill, of which the Kadoorie family owns 86 and has sold less than 40.

It's not that no one is interested; on the contrary, many wealthy people, high-ranking officials, celebrities and stars consider it an honor to move here. The reason why less than forty houses have been sold is that the Kadoorie family is not short of money and only rents out their houses long-term, not for sale.

Number 81 is Li Biao's mansion. Such a mansion might be hard to come by for others, but it didn't take him much effort. The original owner's only son got to know him, but accidentally picked up a bad habit. The debts he incurred over the years made Li Biao the owner of the mansion.

The three-story main building, with its streamlined, smooth walls, a lighthouse-like cylindrical entrance hall, windows resembling portholes, gilded wrought iron gates, and anti-theft wire mesh on the high walls, all serve as a reminder to passersby of the immense wealth and power of the owner of this mansion in Hong Kong, where land is incredibly valuable.

After hanging up the phone, Fatty Li took out a silver cigarette case from the table, took out some tobacco, placed it on a cigarette paper, then spat on the cigarette paper and rolled a thin cigarette.

"Uncle Biao, the car is ready."

Beside him, Fat Li's right-hand man, Lin Qinghui, took out a lighter and lit it for Fat Li.

Fatty Li took a deep breath, and the muscles on his face finally stopped trembling: "I understand."

That night.

Kowloon, a restaurant with backbone.

One luxury car after another slowly pulled up in front of the restaurant. Brands ranged from Mercedes-Benz and BMW to Chevrolet and Cadillac, and even ultra-luxury brands like Bentley, Ferrari, and Lamborghini were on display.

Those who got out of the car were all unruly, with different hairstyles, and had a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the underworld or江湖江湖义气, a code of honor among江湖 people).

"Brother Le."

“Ah Le”.

At this moment, a brand-new British luxury car brand, Jaguar, slowly came to a stop. The cheetah poised to pounce on the front of the car highlighted the extraordinary background of its owner. The three of them got out of the car in turn: Lam Wai-lok, the new leader of the Luen Shing triad; Big D, the second-in-command of the Tsuen Wan branch; and Uncle Tang, the retired emperor of the Luen Shing triad.

not far away.

"Brother Deng, Young Master Le."

The dragon head camel, the thunder tiger Lei Yaoyang, and the descending tiger Xu Tianxiong all stopped in their tracks upon hearing the sound.

This scene immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the many江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) figures on the street.

"Hey, are you referring to the Five Tigers of Tung Sing, or Lok Siu and Big D of Wo Luen Shing?"

"That goes without saying, Young Master Lok is now the head of Wo Luen Shing."

"Damn, Young Master Lok will only be working for two more years before retiring."

"If you ask me, Yao Yang and Crow are definitely more powerful. Yao Yang makes a fortune selling ice cream and noodles."

"Yao Yang is even more arrogant now, he's already driving a Lamborghini."

"Pshaw, do you think Big D from Tsuen Wan can't afford a Lamborghini? Tsuen Wan and Luen Shing are a one-stop shop."

"What does it matter which star you choose, or how big the territory is? The territory all belongs to the Hong Kong government."

Hearing these discussions, the two groups, Lian Sheng and Dong Xing, met up, greeted each other, and instead of entering the restaurant, they stood at the entrance, enjoying the adulation of the crowd.

Just then, a magnificent convoy of Mercedes-Benz cars appeared, completely overshadowing the other convoys. Upon seeing this convoy, even the powerful figures from the martial arts world at the entrance fell silent, trembling with fear.

There is no other reason.

That 6.2-meter-long Mercedes-Benz Pullman armored car is the signature vehicle of Chun, the leader of the Hung Hing Fong gang.

When the convoy pulled up to the side of the road, the muscular tank Doom, who stood 2.3 meters tall, and the muscular Old Prisoner were the first to get out of the car.

Doom opened the car door and gestured for him to enter. Hung Hing boss Jun stepped out of the car with his left foot and appeared before everyone.

At the same time, one after another, Hell Knights, averaging around 1.9 meters tall and wearing wired headsets, came down from the Tiger Head Ben. Sunglasses obscured their cloudy eyes, but still couldn't hide their overwhelming murderous aura.

"Chen Sheng."

"Mr. Chen."

The three men from Wo Luen Shing and three men from Tung Sing, who had been swaggering at the door, immediately greeted the newcomers.

"Uncle Deng".

“Ah Le”.

Chen Jiajun smiled and nodded slightly to the group as a greeting. He then stepped into the Youguqi Restaurant first, while Uncle Deng and Camel stopped flattering each other and followed behind Chen Jiajun.

At this time, the second floor of the restaurant had been booked by Fatty Li. The huge space was only set up with one table, but those who could sit in this setting today were all famous figures in the martial arts world.

Fat Li, accompanied by his leader Lin Qinghui, stood up and walked over with several high-ranking members of the Number Gang: "Boss Jun, it's been a while. You're even more impressive than before. I heard you're about to start construction at your industrial base in Pengcheng? Your business is on track now. Try to hang out with us Jianghu people more often. We're all in the Jianghu, after all."

"Haha, Fatty Li, your information network is quite impressive. I also want to stop and take a good rest, but the problem is, reality doesn't allow it." Chen Jiajun pointed at Fatty Li.

"Please take a seat."

Fatty Li gestured for him to proceed.

"please."

Chen Jiajun naturally took the seat of honor at the table in the center, with Doom and Old Prison standing behind him.

A waitress in a cheongsam poured Chen Jiajun a glass of red wine.

Chen Jiajun thanked him.

Fatty Li picked up his wine glass and said, "In any case, thank you for gracing us with your presence."

"You're too kind." Chen Jiajun moistened his lips and put down his wine glass.

Fat Li, puffing on his pipe, said, "Boss Jun, I didn't fabricate any rumors about you and Miss Zhao. These things were all done by the editors of Banana Newspaper. You know, whether it's a gang or a company, it's unavoidable that the people below don't know the rules..."

"Oh?"

Chen Jiajun smiled dismissively and said, "It's been a week already, I've long forgotten about it."

The meaning is obvious.

Chen Jiajun didn't believe it.

The whole thing reeks of a conspiracy from beginning to end.

Chen Jiajun's words left Fatty Li speechless. Fatty Li's face froze for a moment, then he immediately put on a smile, raised his glass, and said magnanimously, "Ignorance is no excuse. I offer this glass as an apology."

After saying that, Fatty Li downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, sat down, and clapped his hands: "Drag him up here."

"Stop pretending to be dead."

"Come here."

His henchman, Lin Qinghui, and several of his men immediately dragged a sack into the hall. When they opened the sack, a young man with a face covered in blood appeared before them.

"Boss Jun, this is Guo Zhiwei, the editor who wrote the article back then. Ah Wei, look closely, he is Hung Hing boss Jun. He was also my former boss. If you are so blind, don't blame me for not being able to protect you."

Fat Li stood up and dragged him to the table like a dead dog. After speaking, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He picked up a machete and chopped off Guo Zhiwei's right hand in one swift motion.

"Shh."

Blood splattered everywhere.

It splashed onto Fatty Li's fleshy face, and the scholar-looking editor immediately screamed in agony.

"Drag him away," Fatty Li shouted, taking the tissue Lin Qinghui handed him.

"Yes."

One of the henchmen picked up the severed hand, while the other two dragged Guo Zhiwei away.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Jiajun simply held the wine glass in his hand, gently swirling it, without any expression on his face.

Fatty Li wiped the blood from his face, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and said, "Big Boss Jun, are you satisfied?"

“Satisfied? How could I not be satisfied?” Chen Jiajun’s magnetic voice rang out.

Fat Li sat down and said, "Then..."

"But I still want you to tell me, who told you to bite me? Just because you're Fatty Li, I'd give you a thousand lives and you still wouldn't dare."

Before Fatty Li could finish speaking, Chen Jiajun immediately interrupted.

Immediately, a look of struggle appeared on Fatty Li's face, and he smoked the narcotic in his hand more and more fiercely.

(End of this chapter)