Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Meanwhile, inside the Watson family's villa.

Billy was beaten up badly, and not a single family member came to his aid.

And he was also scolded by his father, Dick Watson.

Dick's mind is now entirely focused on the IBM president election, and he can't be bothered with his troublemaking son. It's good enough that someone taught him a lesson.

Billy was so angry that he left home and went to find his cronies to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

The son of the Watson family associates with other playboys of similar social standing.

Seeing Billy get a severe beating, he first mocked him, then started offering bad advice.

"How about we call some gang members over and teach this Asian guy a lesson?"

One of Billy's close friends suggested it.

Billy rolled his eyes and said, "Are you an idiot? That guy is a Citibank customer. Do you think they won't find out it was you?"

Although Billy wanted to take revenge on Chen Jiajun, he didn't want to get into any more trouble.

If you anger your dad, he might actually cancel your credit card.

"Are we just going to watch this Asian guy beat up Billy and swagger away? We'll become a laughingstock in New York," one of the playboys said irritably.

At this moment, a playboy in a white suit suddenly spoke up and said, "I do have a way, but let's see if you dare to use it."

Upon hearing this, Billy immediately asked, "Thompson, what's the plan?"

"A hitman," Thompson said calmly. "Just hire a hitman to take care of that Asian guy. By then he'll be dead. Do you think Citibank would turn against the Watson family over something like this?"

Upon hearing the word "assassin," Billy paused for a moment, appearing somewhat hesitant.

But the thought of Chen Jiajun's annoying face ignited a fire of anger in Billy's chest.

He said to Thompson, "Why wouldn't I dare? He's just an Asian guy, if he dies, he dies. The problem is, I don't have the connections. Do you know how to contact an assassin?"

Upon hearing Billy's words, the group of spoiled young men all shook their heads.

At most, these spoiled brats have connections with gangs and usually help them with dirty work.

They don't have, and dare not, make casual contact with, high-end underground forces like assassins.

But Thompson smiled and said, "Since I brought it up, I naturally have a solution."

As he spoke, the man suddenly pulled a gold coin from his pocket.

The gold coins are modeled after ancient Roman gold coins and are made with great precision.

It's like a work of art.

Billy took the gold coin, looking completely bewildered, and said, "A gold coin? What's it for?"

Thompson chuckled and said, "This is an admission ticket, the currency circulating within a massive assassin organization. With it, you can go to the Continental Hotel to post a bounty and send assassins to kill that Asian guy."

“The Continental Hotel? I think I’ve seen this hotel before. It’s a killer organization, isn’t it?” Billy said with a look of surprise.

Thompson laughed and said, "Since it's an underground organization, of course it won't be easily discovered by ordinary people."

Billy fiddled with the gold coin in his hand and said, "What should I do?"

Thompson enthusiastically explained, "When the time comes, just take the gold coins to the front desk and say you're looking for someone who can get things done. Then give them the Asian man's information."

"However, hotels in mainland China have many rules, and they only use this currency. So if you don't want to investigate, you can just post a bounty."

"Wow, this thing is so cool." Before Bian could even speak, another playboy blurted out, "How did you get one? Can I have one?"

Thompson shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm stingy, I don't have many of these myself. If I hadn't seen Billy in this state, I wouldn't have been willing to take them out."

"Just tell me how much it costs," the playboy said nonchalantly.

Thompson chuckled and said, "This thing isn't money; it represents a contract. You can't buy it for any amount of money if you're not part of this circle."

"A contract?" Hearing Thompson's words, everyone became even more interested.

Thompson didn't offer any further explanation, simply tossed the gold coin to Billy, and turned to leave.

Billy looked at the gold coins in his hand thoughtfully.

"Boss, the finished product is ready. Please give it a try."

In the company's workspace, Li Zhao excitedly held up a tape recorder the size of a cutting board and spoke.

Although it was far from what he had imagined, Chen Jiajun still picked it up and gave it a try.

The effect was indeed very good; at least there was no static after plugging in the headphones.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Not bad, but it still needs to be shrunk, preferably to about the size of a palm."

Li Zhao nodded and said, "This is due to the limited materials. If we purchase better materials, I am confident that I can shrink it to the size of a palm."

“Very good. Just provide whatever materials you need. Don’t worry about the money. Let’s get the prototype working first.” Chen Jiajun nodded and said, “I only have one requirement for you: continue research and development until it’s ready for market.”

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Li Zhao hesitated and said, "But this might cost a lot of money."

"I told you, you don't need to worry about money. You're a researcher," Chen Jiajun said, waving his hand with an air of extravagance.

Li Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, boss."

Chen Jiajun plans to transform this tape recorder company into a laboratory, specifically for Li Zhao to develop some small electronic products.

He then turned to Ornn and said, "After working together for so long, do you have any thoughts?"

Orn scratched the back of his head and said, "Human technology is indeed very sophisticated. Without magic to drive it, many other technologies would be needed to replace it. I still need to learn for a while."

"It's alright, there's plenty of time," Chen Jiajun said with a smile. "But, is everything alright at the factory?"

Orn laughed and said, "Of course, no problem, boss."

As he spoke, Ornn opened his arms and took out a small model.

This thing moved directly between Ornn's palms, and its movements were extremely agile.

Orn said smugly, "This is a repair robot that I modified, using only very simple materials. With enough materials, a fully automated factory would be no problem at all."

“Very good. Once we return to Brunei, we will open your repair shop.” Chen Jiajun seemed very pleased.

He was previously worried about a shortage of manpower, but now with the little robots, the problem has been solved.

All we need to do is bring in some skilled workers; everything else can be handled by Orn's robots.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun couldn't help but feel much better.

Having dealt with matters in the United States, Chen Jiajun plans to fly back tonight.

Cao Weicai's plan will take some time to implement, Li Zhao's research will also take time, and Inter's transformation will also take time.

When I come to America again, it will be harvest time.

Just as Chen Jiajun was thinking, Bai Lu, who was driving, suddenly said, "Boss, it seems like someone is following us."

"Huh?" Chen Jiajun was taken aback for a moment, then looked behind him.

Sure enough, a car was following Chen Jiajun.

The car was a black Lexus, and no matter how many times Bai Lu changed direction, the car kept its course firmly in her path.

It's obvious at a glance that they came specifically for them.

"Interesting." Chen Jiajun sneered. "Looks like we've been targeted."

"Watch out." Bai Lu, who had been keeping an eye on the car behind her, suddenly saw a gun barrel stick out of the car window and open fire on their vehicle.

"Rat-a-tat-tat." Bullets rained down on the rear of the car, shattering the rear window instantly.

"He's an assassin."

Bai Lu's face darkened as she gripped the steering wheel and fired back.

However, what was unexpected was that the other party's vehicle seemed to be specially designed.

Even if Bai Lu's marksmanship is accurate, it's useless if she can't hit anyone.

Insufficient firepower, coupled with Bai Lu's driving skills being inadequate to shake off her opponent.

This puts them in an awkward position of being passively attacked.

Without tough guys like Lao Niu or Lao Yu, getting off the bus would be a very awkward situation.

But at that moment, Orn smiled slyly: "Don't worry, boss, watch me."

Chen Jiajun was taken aback: "You have a way?"

Orn smiled smugly and said, "Of course, I can blow them into the sky."

"Stop talking nonsense, use whatever tricks you have. The car is about to give out," Bai Lu said helplessly.

Orn stopped Bailu's car, then took out a large number of miniature robots he had made from his pocket and scattered them directly.

After landing, the robots took off running towards the Lexus behind them and drove straight into the ground.

Then Ornn chuckled and uttered an onomatopoeic word: "Kaboom."

Then a flash of light appeared on the undercarriage of the vehicle, followed by a violent explosion.

The shockwave from the explosion flipped the car over and slammed it hard onto the ground.

Even if this car has been modified to be bulletproof, it can't protect against explosions.

These robots can even self-destruct.

Aoun smiled and said to Chen Jiajun, "See? It's all settled."

Bai Lu complained irritably, "Why didn't you take this out sooner?"

Orn spread his hands helplessly and said, "We don't have enough materials. I've already used up all our inventory."

Chen Jiajun interrupted their conversation, saying, "Alright, stop arguing. Let's see who these assassins are."

With that, Chen Jiajun pushed open the car door and got out.

Bai Lu and Ornn quickly followed and arrived next to Lexus.

The vehicle door had been opened, and a blood-covered assassin struggled to crawl out.

Bai Lu stepped on the assassin, pressed the gun to his head, and said, "Who are you people? Why are you attacking us?"

The assassin was spitting out blood and fragments of his internal organs. The shockwave from the explosion had shattered his internal organs, and he clearly wouldn't live much longer.

The assassin was quite tough, chuckling strangely as he said to Bai Lu, "Being targeted by the Mainland Hotel means your lives are on a countdown."

This seemingly threatening remark left Bai Lu somewhat bewildered.

But Chen Jiajun frowned: "The assassin from the high table?" "So you knew. Cough cough, pray. The next batch of assassins will be here soon." After saying that, the assassin died decisively.

Seeing Chen Jiajun's expression, Bai Lu asked curiously, "Boss, what's this 'Mainland Hotel' and 'high table' thing?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "An assassin organization, and a very old one at that. Mainland Hotels have branches all over the world, which means their assassin business covers the entire globe."

"Oh? That's amazing?" Bai Lu immediately became interested.

Chen Jiajun coldly looked at the assassins and said, "It seems someone has put my name on the bounty list at the Mainland Hotel. Very good, you've got guts."

"Boss, let's just blow that Continental Hotel up into the sky!" Orn said excitedly.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "No rush, but we should definitely go and meet this legendary organization."

On the other side, at the Continental Hotel in New York.

There were few customers today, so the manager, Winston, found a seat and quietly drank whiskey while reading a book.

His refined appearance makes it hard to associate him with the management of an assassin organization.

He had only turned two pages when an employee approached him and whispered to Winston, "Mr. Winston, something's happened."

Winston remained engrossed in his book, his expression unchanged: "What is it?"

"One of today's orders has run into a bit of trouble. Those guys on the highway next to JFK Airport have made a move and caused quite a commotion," the subordinate reported.

Winston said nonchalantly, "It's alright, someone will take care of the trouble when the time comes."

“But the target is unharmed and is heading straight for our hotel,” the subordinate said to Winston after a moment’s hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Winston put down his book and looked at his subordinate, saying, "Are you sure you came directly to our hotel?"

The subordinate nodded: "Two men and one woman. One of them is the primary target, and the woman is the secondary target."

“Interesting. They must be people active in the underworld, otherwise they wouldn’t know we exist. It seems our client has messed with someone they shouldn’t have,” Winston said with a smile. “Go prepare a bottle of my treasured wine. I need to entertain our guests.”

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then nodded and went to prepare.

When Chen Jiajun brought Bai Lu and Ao En to the Continental Hotel, there were no other guests there.

The greeter, a black man named Karen, stood ramrod straight, seemingly waiting for some guest.

"You must be Mr. Chen, right? Our administrator knew you were coming and has been waiting for you." Karen made a very elegant gesture of invitation.

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "You really are incredibly resourceful."

Chen Jiajun was not surprised that the mainland hotel could find out where he was.

After all, New York is their territory, so it's normal for them to be the first to know when something happens.

The same principle applies in Hong Kong.

Guided by Karen, Chen Jiajun and his group soon arrived at the rooftop garden.

Although the mainland hotel is not well-known, its decor is exceptionally luxurious.

As expected of an ancient assassin organization, even a single branch is so wealthy and powerful.

The garden was designed by a professional, and it is eye-catching without being tacky.

In the center of the garden, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was reading a book. Karen coughed softly, drawing Winston's attention from the book to the group of people.

Winston was very welcoming: "You must be Mr. Chen. Please have a seat."

Chen Jiajun swaggered down and sat down, with Bai Lu and Ao En standing beside him.

Chen Jiajun took out a cigar, lit it himself, and then said to Winston, "You seem to have known I was coming?"

Winston smiled and said, "Anyone would be furious if they were assassinated."

"So, you're prepared to bear my wrath?" Chen Jiajun said coldly, his eyes half-closed.

Winston smiled and waved his hand, saying, "We're just a platform; it's not my place to cause trouble."

Chen Jiajun said with a sneer, "So you're saying you're going to tell me who paid to assassinate me?"

“That’s certainly impossible,” Winston said with a smile.

Chen Jiajun's face immediately darkened: "Then what do you want to say?"

“It is my responsibility to inform Mr. Chen of the rules of the Continental Hotel,” Winston said casually. “For every ignorant person, the Continental Hotel will give them some reminders to prevent them from doing anything irrational.”

"Then I'd like to hear it."

Chen Jiajun laughed, and laughed very happily.

However, Bai Lu and Ao En, who were familiar with Chen Jiajun, knew that their boss was angry.

This is the kind of expression a leader usually makes when he's about to kill someone.

Winston, however, didn't seem to notice anything amiss and continued, "The Continental Hotel is a long-established organization, and we are absolutely neutral. We only accept business and provide services."

"Our power is beyond your imagination, and our connections are beyond your comprehension. So whenever an angry guest comes to us, I always give them a heads-up beforehand to prevent anything from going wrong."

Chen Jiajun chuckled and said, "So, in our Chinese parlance, 'punishing someone without teaching them' is wrong?"

Winston immediately switched to Cantonese and said, "That's right, that's exactly what I mean."

When Chen Jiajun heard a funny joke, he would even bang on the table repeatedly.

Winston just looked at Chen Jiajun quietly without saying a word.

After Chen Jiajun finished laughing, his smile suddenly vanished, turning icy cold, and his tone was chilling as he said, "So, you're fucking threatening me?"

Winston said calmly, "You can interpret it that way too."

Chen Jiajun nodded, regaining his previous composure, relit his extinguished cigar, and then looked around before saying, "Let me ask you a question: how much did the Continental Hotel in New York cost to build?"

"Why are you curious about this?" Winston asked, somewhat surprised.

"I'm wondering how much loss would make you feel bad," Chen Jiajun said rapidly, crossing his legs. "Is it one family, two families, three families, or the entire families of those at the high table who got blown to bits?"

When Winston heard Chen Jiajun mention the high table, he immediately frowned: "Mr. Chen seems to know a lot about this?"

Chen Jiajun said disdainfully, "Packaging yourselves up like this is just to fool those who don't know the truth. Do you really think you're so mysterious?"

Then Chen Jiajun snapped his fingers: "Ohn."

Orn understood and gave Winston a sinister grin.

Then a series of explosions were heard downstairs from the hotel.

The sound of the explosion immediately changed his previously composed expression.

After the explosion stopped, a huge crack appeared right in the center of the two people.

They tore the table in front of them in half.

"What did you do?" Winston asked Chen Jiajun with a grim expression.

Chen Jiajun dusted himself off, then threw his nearly finished cigar in front of Winston and said viciously, "Coincidentally, I'm here to warn you too. If you dare to mess with me again, I'll blow up your hotel and that high table."

Watching Chen Jiajun swagger away with his men, Winston said nothing and did nothing.

After Chen Jiajun left the Mainland Hotel, Karen whispered, "Winston, shouldn't we..."

Before he could finish speaking, Winston raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

Instead, she turned to ask, "Were those three people out of your sight just now?"

Karen shook her head: "They didn't linger; they just followed me upstairs."

"Have you discovered anyone sneaking in?" Winston asked again.

Karen, wearing a headset, asked a few questions in a low voice, then said to Winston, "The security department hasn't found anything unusual."

Upon hearing Karen's words, Winston's expression grew even more serious.

After a moment of silence, Winston said to Karen, "By my order, cancel the order concerning Chen Jiajun."

"Huh?" Karen's mouth dropped open.

Because he has seen many cancellations since he joined the mainland hotel industry.

However, this usually happens when the employer is killed and can't get paid, which is why the order is canceled.

But this is the first time they've proactively cancelled it.

"Do you have a problem?" Winston said expressionlessly.

Karen quickly said, "Sir, how should we explain this to the guests?"

"Just say the information is incomplete, and the target's value is far more than one million US dollars. So give him two options: either pay more, and I'll have a legendary assassin handle this, or we'll give him a full refund."

Winston said calmly.

Karen nodded, then prepared to go and get to work.

Just as he turned around, Winston called him back, though his tone was somewhat helpless: "Please have the construction company come over to assess the hotel's damage and come up with a repair plan."

"Uh, I understand, sir," Karen said, speechless for a moment.

On the way back, Bai Lu asked Chen Jiajun curiously, "Boss, aren't you going to ask who did it?"

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "We've only been in America for a short time, who could we possibly have offended?"

Bai Lu immediately thought of that annoying rich kid: "You mean the Watson family?"

"It's pretty much true," Chen Jiajun said, stroking his chin. "But I always feel that Billy probably wouldn't have the chance to get involved in things at this level."

Bai Lu nodded and said, "The Watson family is a well-known family in America. If they want to do something shady, they would definitely prefer to use their own bodyguards and thugs. Hiring assassins is definitely not the style of the wealthy people here."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I'm curious who let this idiot get in touch with the Mainland Hotel. I sensed a strong sense of malice in this matter."

Bai Lu shook her head and said, "It's not easy to investigate here. After all, we are outsiders."

Chen Jiajun nodded with a hint of regret: "Yes."

Orn then interjected, "Are we just going to let this go?"

Chen Jiajun sneered, "Forget it? How could that be? Orn, do you still have any self-destruct robots left?"

Orn nodded, took out one and handed it to Chen Jiajun, saying excitedly, "Are we going to blow up that Watson family?"

Chen Jiajun said irritably, "Have you developed some strange fetish? Stop talking about bombing all the time. We're still in America. If we really bomb, the Americans will go crazy and come after us."

"Then why do you need a self-destructing robot?" Orn asked, scratching his head.

Chen Jiajun sneered, "It's only polite to reciprocate. This rich kid is so ill-educated, I'll help his father teach him a lesson." (End of Chapter)