Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 253 Raising troops to investigate crimes
The negotiation took place in a restaurant.

After Cheng Zhiming, who was wrapped up tightly, led his men into the private room, the first thing he saw was Dafei.

Dafei, wearing sunglasses and looking arrogant, infuriated Cheng Zhiming.

"Come on in, have a seat," Dafei said casually to Cheng Zhiming.

Suppressing his anger, Cheng Zhiming said to Dafei, "I wonder what brings you here today, Brother Dafei?"

"Instructions?" Dafei said coldly, "I originally came to settle scores with your Xinji today. Unfortunately, your Xinji boss, Four-Eyed Dragon, said that you have to clean up your own mess, so I'm here to ask you for an explanation."

"Many triads in Hong Kong make money in the entertainment industry, but you're the first one who's so unscrupulous. Who the hell gave you permission to use firearms when you're doing your job?"

Cheng Zhiming sneered, "So, Brother Dafei is trying to use this as an excuse to make trouble. Who said that people in the underworld aren't allowed to use firearms?"

Dafei said coldly, "I'm talking about the rules of the entertainment industry."

"You Hung Hing are too domineering, aren't you? Anyone can get by in the entertainment industry? I've never heard of that rule before," Cheng Zhiming said bluntly.

"I said it exists, so it exists!" Dafei slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and started cursing, "You surnamed Cheng, if you don't give me an explanation today, you're not leaving here today."

As they spoke, the Hung Hing members under Da Fei took out their weapons and glared menacingly at Cheng Zhiming and the others.

Cheng Zhiming's face lit up with a crazed look: "You think I'm afraid of your Hung Hing? Let me tell you, I'm not only going to make money in the entertainment industry, but I also have no intention of following your bullshit rules."

After saying that, Cheng Zhiming lifted his shirt, revealing the bomb vest underneath.

Seeing this, both Big Fei and his Hung Hing subordinates froze.

Seeing that he had intimidated Dafei and the others, Cheng Zhiming's expression became even more arrogant: "Dafei, didn't you say you'd keep me from leaving this private room today? You try it."

Dafei's face immediately turned extremely gloomy. He stared intently at Cheng Zhiming, this madman, and slowly uttered a few words: "You are courting death."

Cheng Zhiming said nonchalantly, "I'll drag you down with me even if I die, you son of a bitch! Got scared?"

"We'll see then." Dafei didn't want to waste any more words with this lunatic, so he stood up and left with his underlings.

Cheng Zhiming boasted to his men with a smug look on his face, "Hung Hing? It's nothing special."

When Cheng Zhiming's underlings saw their boss display such power that he scared away even the big thugs of Hung Hing, they immediately started boasting wildly.

"Go out and spread the word that Hung Hing has finally saved face this time," Cheng Zhiming said coldly. "And I'm going to raise my flag and prepare to start my own business."

The fact that Four-Eyed Dragon didn't take responsibility made Cheng Zhiming feel somewhat disheartened.

The underlings were excited and immediately went out to spread the message.

That evening, the entire Hong Kong underworld was in an uproar.

Hung Hing, Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness.

Dafei told the members of the club what had happened that day.

"Damn it, that bastard Four-Eyed Dragon is really a useless piece of trash. He can't even manage his own men."

"Dafei, why don't you just kill him?"

Dafei said speechlessly, "Damn! That bastard has a bomb vest strapped to his body. He's crazy, but I'm not."

“If this matter isn’t handled properly, Hung Hing will lose face this time,” Thirteen Sister said, frowning.

Han Bin added, "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible, and quickly."

"Dafei, if you need to borrow troops, just let us know," the Crown Prince added.

Dafei lost face, so naturally he needs to get it back himself, no question about it.

At this moment, Old Prison, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "This matter was personally assigned by the boss. No wonder Dafei is in this. I will personally handle Cheng Zhiming."

Chicken nodded and said to Old Prison, "Should I go and gather the brothers outside?"

Old Yu pondered for a moment and said, "This lunatic isn't quite right in the head. We just need to find out where he is."

……

Many people didn't sleep a wink last night.

Especially the new boss of the new branch of the organization, Axe Jun, was completely distraught.

He had heard of Cheng Zhiming, this eccentric guy, but he didn't pay much attention to him.

After all, it's just a small 49, how much of a commotion can it cause?

At worst, he'd be killed by Hung Hing members and end up dead in the street.

When the time comes, just find someone to collect the body, and that will be considered that Xinji has fulfilled his duty.

After all, since the death of the big boss Four-Eyed Dragon, Shinji's strength has been greatly diminished.

Their former boss was killed by Chan Ka-Chun, and now the New Stars can't afford to mess with Hung Hing.

But unexpectedly, news soon came that Cheng Zhiming, this madman, had a bomb strapped to his body, which scared away Da Fei.

Not only that, this guy also leaked the news and planned to start his own business.

This series of actions made Axe Jun quite uncomfortable.

If we're talking about managing things, with Xinji's current resources, how can they possibly manage that madman Cheng Zhiming?

If we don't do anything about it, what if the Hung Hing people think that Sun Kee was also involved in this?
Moreover, Cheng Zhiming's announcement of starting his own business is a slap in the face to Xinji and to Cheng himself, the newly appointed head of Xinji.

Axe Jun smoked all night, preparing that if Hung Hing came to question him, he planned to personally lead his men to kill Cheng Zhiming, that lunatic.

Just as Axe Jun made up his mind, one of his underlings suddenly knocked hurriedly on his office door.

"Boss... Boss, something bad has happened! Look at the TV!" The underling ran in, panting, and said to Axe Jun.

Axe-Handed Jun said impatiently, "Just say what you want to say, hurry up."

Once he caught his breath, the younger brother said to Axe Jun, "That bastard Cheng Zhiming... is dead."

“Dead, so what…? Dead?” Axe Jun was stunned on the spot.

He then immediately turned on the office television, which was showing the midday news.

"A murder was discovered in Kwun Tong District at around 8 a.m. this morning... The deceased was named Cheng Chi-ming, a member of a triad society. The possibility of a gangland feud cannot be ruled out. The police are currently conducting a full investigation..."

Upon seeing the news on television, Axe Jun felt a chill run down his spine.

Because Cheng Zhiming in the picture is holding a gun and wearing a bomb vest.

But his chest had been slashed open, and blood was splattered all over the ground. Cheng Zhiming, that bastard, was trained by Su Long, the head instructor of Xinji and a Muay Thai champion. His personal strength was beyond question, and he had even earned the title of "Knee King of Hong Kong".

His Muay Thai skills were so good that few in Hong Kong could rival him.

But this fully armed guy, who was even wearing a bomb vest, was killed with a single slash.

Even Axe-Head Jun, a double-flower red stick, had never heard of such an ability.

Many wanted to kill Cheng Zhiming, but only Hung Hing had the power to do so.

In other words, when Hung Hing dealt with Four-Eyed Dragon and himself, they didn't even use their full strength.

At least the knife-wielder didn't make a move, otherwise he too would have been doomed.

The younger brother tentatively inquired, "There's a rumor going around that Hung Hing people killed Cheng Zhiming. Should we respond? After all, that bastard was clamoring to start his own gang."

Axe-Hand Jun thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "No need, I don't care."

The younger brother nodded, then turned and left.

Axe Jun leaned back in his boss's chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

The killing of Cheng Zhiming, that mad dog, signifies the end of this matter.

The turmoil in Hong Kong's entertainment industry also stabilized after the incident came to an end.

Many celebrities who had been on edge breathed a sigh of relief.

Hung King-bo, the president of the Artists Association, enjoys an unprecedentedly high status in the entertainment industry.

Those gangs that used to make money in the entertainment industry have also become much more restrained. Even if there are any conflicts, the Artistes Guild will step in to mediate and give Hung King-po face.

After all, everyone knows that Hong Jingbao, the president of the Artists Association, has Chen Jiajun, a powerful figure, standing behind him.

After those scandalous incidents were removed, Hong Kong's entertainment industry became even more prosperous.

Chen Jiajun himself didn't care about such trivial matters; what he was facing now was the debt collectors coming to his door.

Those insatiable CIA agents.

The mysterious suicide of Vincent, a member of the Navy's anti-drug squad, in Hong Kong had long been on the CIA's radar.

After all, Vincent is their spokesperson, so this is tantamount to slapping them in the face.

Although they suspected Chen Jiajun was responsible, they have yet to find any evidence.

Therefore, the CIA has never caused trouble for Chen Jiajun, and even helped him with the Brunei issue, hoping to have the possibility of discussing cooperation again.

This time, the person who came to discuss matters was not a foreigner, but a young man named Dawei.

Unlike the foreigners mentioned earlier, Dawei is a Hong Konger.

His father was a high-ranking member of a triad in Hong Kong and was a very prominent blind man before.

After Blind Chao died, Dawei went to America with his mother and only recently returned.

Chen Jiajun never expected that this kid would actually infiltrate the CIA and become a broker.

"Awei, right?" Chen Jiajun asked, a cigar dangling from his lips, looking at the refined young man before him.

Ah Wei said with a smile, "Sir Chen, you can call me whatever you like."

Ah Wei adopted a humble attitude, but Chen Jiajun knew that this kid was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Are you here to visit me personally, or on behalf of someone else?"

Ah Wei was taken aback by Chen Jiajun's directness and was momentarily speechless.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "The Americans have done a lot of things regarding Brunei. I know they will come to me to settle accounts."

I didn't expect them to find another spokesperson this time. I hope you can last longer than that Vincent.

Upon hearing this, Awei also dropped his humble smile and said to Chen Jiajun, "So Sir Chen already knew why I came."

Chen Jiajun curled his lip and said, "Enough with the nonsense, what advice do you have?"

Awei simply abandoned his pretense and sat down directly, saying to Chen Jiajun, "Our boss wants to know how Vincent died."

Chen Jiajun immediately said angrily, "That's the question I wanted to ask you too."

"That idiot! He promised everything would be foolproof, but we got raided by the Hong Kong police! I suffered huge losses, and now you have the nerve to ask me? Did that bastard Vincent run off with the money?"

Chen Jiajun felt no guilt whatsoever about turning the tables on someone else.

Hearing this, Dawei sighed. It was clear that it was impossible to get any information from Chen Jiajun.

David rubbed his head and said, "Okay, Vincent is just a nobody, his life or death doesn't matter."

"Oh? What's important?" Chen Jiajun asked Dawei with a hint of amusement.

Dawei stared at Chen Jiajun and said, "The important thing is whether Sir Chen still approves of our cooperation?"

The CIA had clearly anticipated this situation.
However, they didn't have a good way to deal with Chen Jiajun. The important thing now is to restart the channels in Hong Kong.

It's important to know that a large portion of the CIA's annual operating funds are raised by itself.

Therefore, the channels are far more important than a dispensable Vincent.

Chen Jiajun looked at Dawei and sneered, "You're still thinking about the channels in Hong Kong? After the last Asian Ice Queen was raided by the police, the Hong Kong police have been keeping an eye on you for a while now, and even I was implicated."

"If you still want to come and distribute the goods using the old methods, the Hong Kong police will probably raid your hideout before the goods even arrive."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Dawei's eyes as he said, "Sir Chen, are you planning to renege on your promise after taking the benefits? Aren't you afraid that your business might run into some unexpected trouble?"

Chen Jiajun chuckled: "Kid, trying to scare me?"

David's expression remained unchanged: "Of course I didn't mean that, but what Sir Chen did was rather unethical."

Chen Jiajun laughed in anger: "You guys are useless and you're blaming me? If that's the case, let's just go our separate ways."

Dawei suddenly said slyly, "So, Sir Chen still acknowledges our agreement, right?"

Chen Jiajun was stunned when he saw the guy's sudden change of expression.

He never expected that he would be tricked by this young man.

Dawei wasn't there to confront Chen Jiajun; he was there to confirm the validity of Chen Jiajun's previous verbal agreement and to renegotiate the cooperation.

(End of this chapter)