Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 260 When you're out in the game, you need to have class.
As the chairman of Guojun Group, Chen Jiajun doesn't need to worry about the details. He only needs to discuss the general direction with Duterte, and his subordinates will naturally take care of the rest.

This agreement is a great thing for Duterte.

As for the matters concerning Guojun Garment Factory and Guojun Electronics, they are merely additional matters.

Duterte generously designated a plot of land and handed it over to Chen Jiajun to build a factory.

While these two companies may not bring about any substantial change, they have solved a significant portion of the labor shortage problem.

You should know that Duterte's eccentric market has the least tolerance for idle people.

Chen Jiajun and Li Yaohua have become Duterte's honored guests, and he has been taking them on tours of the city for the past few days.

Apart from the curfew rule, Davao City has virtually no flaws.

After the cooperation agreement was reached, Li Yaohua suddenly brought up the issue of laundry detergent.

"As you know, these damned drug dealers are like insects, they're everywhere," Li Yaohua said, feigning a headache. "Our country's citizens have also been poisoned by the laundry detergent issue."

Duterte was equally indignant: "Laundry detergent only poisons our citizens. Those damn American devils should go to hell."

"American devils? What does that have to do with them?" Li Yaohua asked, feigning ignorance.

He already knew who was behind this from Chen Jiajun's words, but in front of Duterte, he had to pretend to be ignorant.

Duterte didn't hide anything and said directly, "Those damn drug lords, their drugs all come from those South American countries, and those scum who sell their souls are almost all supported by the United States."

"South America is a beautiful place, but their only problem is that it's too far from paradise and too close to America."

Chen Jiajun was not surprised that Duterte would say such a thing.

It's worth noting that in the era when Chen Jiajun lived, this ruthless man directly cursed the President of the United States at a United Nations meeting, calling him "the son of the beach."

Li Yaohua suddenly realized and said, "So, those laundry detergents sold to Brunei actually all came from the United States?"

Duterte said angrily, "That's for sure. Marcos, that idiot, only knows how to line his own pocket. If I were to sit in the presidency, I would kill every drug dealer in the country."

“And I’m already doing that now. Anyone in Davao who’s a drug dealer will be shot dead by me immediately, and then their body will be sent to the gallows and hanged again.”

Just from Duterte's words, the two could sense his murderous intent and his determination.

So Li Yaohua pressed his advantage and said, "Mayor, may I make a small request?"

“Of course, my friend,” Duterte said in a very generous manner.

Li Yaohua said with a smile, "As a friend, I won't make any unreasonable requests. I just want you to help me control those damn drug dealers and stop them from sending their laundry detergent south, okay?"

Most of the laundry detergent smuggled into Brunei via the Philippines is transported from ports in the south.

If their cargo transportation can be cut off, it will definitely deal a huge blow to those drug traffickers.

Without hesitation, Duterte replied, "Don't worry, not a single gram of laundry detergent will be shipped out of Davao City."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Mayor." Li Yaohua and Chen Jiajun exchanged a smile, then thanked Duterte repeatedly: "Please don't hesitate to ask if you need my help in the future."

"Hahaha, I should be thanking you both for your visit." Duterte also seemed very happy; it could be said that it was a win-win situation for both sides.

Chen Jiajun and Li Yaohua achieved their goals for this visit, while Duterte also got what he wanted.

On the way back, Li Yaohua couldn't help but ask curiously, "Boss, will this really work? Just relying on Duterte?"

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "Duterte will do a better job than you think, and this is just an appetizer."

Although Li Yaohua didn't know why Chen Jiajun was so certain, he wasn't one to pry. "I heard you set up an inspection department in Brunei specifically targeting laundry detergent?" Chen Jiajun asked curiously. "What were you thinking?"

Li Yaohua didn't hide anything; through this visit to the Philippines, he was able to see Chen Jiajun's attitude towards these things.

Therefore, he expressed his ancestral precepts and his own attitude.

Chen Jiajun greatly admired the ancestral precepts of Li Yaohua's family: "The old man is a smart man. He knows that you shouldn't touch things that deserve to go to hell. Since you also hate this stuff, then do it properly. Ask He Guorong more questions. He came from the Hong Kong police force. You can learn some things from him."

Although the trip to the Philippines caused some trouble for the CIA.

However, Chen Jiajun did not want to give up his revenge against the CIA. These damn white guys were the kind of people who "fear power but not morality." Only by truly hurting them would they stop playing those tricks in front of him.

So this time, Chen Jiajun is prepared to give the other party a tough tactic.

Recently, Old Prison has been investigating the Ether Society.

Now that he knew that Ether would cooperate with the CIA, Chen Jiajun didn't mind starting with them.

"Boss, those guys from the Ether Society are very careful and have left almost no clues, but I've found someone." Old Prison saw Chen Jiajun return and immediately went to Chen Jiajun's office to report.

"Oh? Who is it?" Chen Jiajun asked, somewhat puzzled.

"There was a scoundrel named Du Qi who used to be with Eight-Faced Buddha," Old Prison said seriously. "After you dealt with Eight-Faced Buddha, this guy actually started his own business selling laundry detergent."

"Moreover, this guy's source of goods is also very mysterious. It's not that no one has investigated him, but he has taken them all down. You could say he is the spokesperson for a certain force in Hong Kong."

Chen Jiajun nodded, then asked, "How can you be so sure he has something to do with Ether?"

"It's just a coincidence," Old Yu said with a smile, taking out a photograph.

The photo shows Du Qi himself, with his chest open, a cigar in his mouth, and an arrogant expression.

"The dog tag on his chest seems to be a symbol of the Ether Society," Old Prison said, pointing to the photo.

"That's it?" Chen Jiajun looked at Old Yu with an expression as if he were an idiot.

Old Prison quickly said, "Of course not. Those guys in the Ether Society think too highly of themselves and specialize in investing in highly educated people who call themselves elites. This Du Qi just happens to fit that standard."

"So I asked someone to help investigate this guy's background and found out that he was a graduate of Lingnan University. He was a high-achieving student, but because his family fell on hard times and could no longer afford to support his studies, he ended up on the streets."

"This kid's business has progressed by leaps and bounds, and he has a lot of resources at his disposal, which is not what a scoundrel should have."

After listening to Lao Yu's account, Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "It really is a story of a gangster's struggle. Since you think this kid is suspicious, why don't you test him?"

Du Qi was highly educated and had done business with foreigners, so he was naturally different from ordinary gangsters who were just chasing drugs.

He often took his underlings to various high-end clubs to build connections.

Although he only associates with lowlifes, it doesn't stop him from feeling superior.

“When you’re out in the game, you need to have class. Look at the clothes you’re all wearing!” Du Qi said to his men with dissatisfaction.

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you." Du Qi waved his hand helplessly and said disdainfully, "You guys are destined to be thugs for life, do whatever you want."

The two henchmen shrugged; after all, they were just bodyguards.

Du Qi lost interest in talking, picked up his wine glass, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel suite.

At that moment, it felt as if the entire Hong Kong was beneath my feet.

(End of this chapter)