Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"Mrs. M, it's an honor to meet you." Zhang Suquan immediately stood up to greet the still-attractive middle-aged woman as she entered the restaurant.

Mrs. M took off her sunglasses and said calmly to Zhang Suquan, "Tell me, who is the target?"

Seeing that the other party was so agreeable, Zhang Suquan simply took out a photo and pushed it over the table.

Mrs. M picked up the photo and was immediately taken aback.

He looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "Are you all crazy? Is this how you seek death?"

Zhang Suquan did not expect Mrs. M to have such a strong reaction.

He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Mrs. M, do you have any concerns?"

Mrs. M lit a cigarette and said calmly, "This is Hong Kong territory. Are you planning to assassinate the King of Hong Kong? What do you say?"

Zhang Suquan smiled and said, "He's just a gangster, but Hong Kong has practically turned him into a god. If you still don't dare to take this task, then I'll take my leave and find someone else."

Zhang Suquan directly resorted to the simple tactic of provocation.

But it seemed to be working well. Before Zhang Suquan could even leave the restaurant, Mrs. M exhaled a puff of smoke and called out to him, "Wait a moment. In three days, find a boat and head out to sea. We'll talk on the high seas."

A smile immediately appeared on Zhang Suquan's lips. He nodded and turned to leave.

Mrs. M looked at the handsome photo of Chen Jiajun on the table and lit another cigarette.

In fact, given Mrs. M's style of doing things, she didn't want to touch a thorny target like Chen Jiajun.

After all, Chen Jiajun's influence is no joke; even in the Greater Bay Area, he is one of the top figures.

But she still accepted the offer, precisely because she had a past conflict with Chen Jiajun.

Moreover, this holiday is quite significant.

Mrs. M's methods of training assassins are extremely cruel, resulting in a very high annual mortality rate.

Therefore, they maintain good relations with many international human trafficking organizations.

3K Industrial Park is also a long-term partner of Mrs. M.

To maintain the cooperative relationship, Mrs. M even left ten million US dollars as a deposit at the 3K Industrial Park.

Unfortunately, it was burned to the ground by the old prison guards sent by Chen Jiajun.

What's even more infuriating is that Chen Jiajun then raided organ factories in Thailand.

As a result, Mrs. M's organization received almost no fresh blood, which greatly annoyed her.

She has a chance to make money and get revenge, and she won't let this opportunity pass her by.

The next day, on a yacht in international waters.

Zhang Suquan arrived at the yacht on time and met with Mrs. M again.

"It's not easy to take down Chen Jiajun. Do you have a plan?" Zhang Suquan asked Madam M directly without wasting any words.

"Of course, now it depends on whether you can afford the price," Mrs. M said calmly.

Upon hearing Mrs. M's words, Zhang Suquan couldn't help but ask, "How much?"

“Ten million US dollars, and a 50% deposit is required,” Mrs. M said calmly.

Upon hearing this demanding condition, Zhang Suquan's brows furrowed immediately: "Mrs. M, this seems to be against the rules."

"Rules?" Madam M gave a disdainful smile. "If you asked me to kill some ordinary person, of course I would follow the rules. But this time, the target is Chen Jiajun. Do you think he's some insignificant nobody who can be manipulated at will?"

"I'll say it again: if you're willing, we can cooperate; if not, then pretend I never heard of this. You can go find other organizations."

Zhang Suquan remained silent for a moment, then had his subordinate hand over a box, which he then placed directly on the table.

Mrs. M had it opened, revealing stacks of brand-new US dollars, and then had them counted.

This money was prepared privately by Khun Sa, but it seems it's not enough now.

“Very good, the number is correct.” Mrs. M stood up and said, “You don’t need to worry about the rest; leave it to my girls.”

Zhang Suquan nodded: "Then I'll wait for your good news."

……

"Boss, here's your schedule."

Bai Lu handed Chen Jiajun a form.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "I really need to find myself a secretary."

He certainly couldn't let the White Queen do the work of a secretary forever; it would be a waste of talent.

Chen Jiajun glanced at his schedule with a sigh; most of the invitations were to cocktail parties.

Chen Jiajun crossed out most of these boring things.

However, after seeing the schedule of Hung Hing Films during the trip, I hesitated for a moment and then put down my pen.

He hadn't been to Hung Hing Film Studio for a long time, so he took this opportunity to go and see how Da Fei was managing it.

He's now afraid of this lecherous guy, who's made all his film productions Category III films.

……

This year, Hung Hing Films can be said to have a monopoly, almost monopolizing the entire box office in Hong Kong.

Jackie Chan's "Armour of God" and "Project A Part II" took the first and second spots, respectively.

Chow Yun-fat dominated the box office charts with films such as "Prison on Fire," "An Autumn's Tale," "A Better Tomorrow 2," "The Bride with White Hair," and "The Romancing Star."

Even Hung Kyung-bo's "Eastern Condors" could only be ranked last.

This is a huge success for Hung Hsing Films.

So naturally, we had to hold a celebration banquet to mark the occasion.

People from the Hong Kong film and television industry came to the celebration banquet to show their support and exchange ideas.

After all, the circle is only so big, and most people are people you see every day. Even if you are swept on the list, it's not worth making things too awkward at this time.
Although the banquet was very grand, it was attended by people from the entertainment industry, so everyone was very relaxed.

A group of people gathered together, some drinking contests, some making lewd jokes, smoking, and bragging—it was quite a lively scene.

If those paparazzi from outside got involved, they'd be ecstatic. It'd be headline news in gossip magazines for a whole month.

Chen Jiajun's arrival immediately became the focus of the entire event.

Dafei and his colleagues from Hongxing Film Studio came over to say hello, and the main characters from the celebration banquet also gathered around.

Although these individuals are extremely popular, they are still quite clear-headed and have not become arrogant. They also behaved appropriately in front of Chen Jiajun.

“Hey Chow Yun-fat, I recently heard a little rhyme that goes something like, ‘No one’s as red as Chung Chu-hung, and no one’s as prosperous as Chow Yun-fat.’” Chan Ka-chun said with a smile, patting Chow Yun-fat on the shoulder.

Hearing Chen Jiajun's joke, everyone laughed along.

"Not at all, that's all just nonsense from outsiders. Mr. Chen, you flatter me," Chow Yun-fat said very modestly, showing no sign of being a leading man with a box office of 200 million.

Everyone present could be considered a member of Hongxing, so Chen Jiajun naturally didn't stand on ceremony.

After talking for a while, he led Dafei to the side to ask about the situation.

After all, even though he's a hands-off manager, he still needs to know about the company's profitability.

Dafei had his relative, who did the accounting, come over. He looked like a very honest kid.

Even someone as important as Chen Jiajun was stuttering a bit when he spoke.

Fortunately, Chen Jiajun didn't blame him, which made him and Dafei breathe a sigh of relief.

"The total profit is about 100 million, with a margin of error of no more than 100,000." The young man directly reported a total figure to the big boss.

Dafei said excitedly, "Damn, making movies is more profitable than selling laundry detergent!"

It's important to know that although Da Fei is a boss, he used to manage Hung Hing's stables.

However, the monthly income is only around one million, and this money has to be paid to the gang, so there is not much left for oneself.

Although Hongxing Film Industry doesn't belong to him, according to the profit-sharing method proposed by Chen Jiajun, he can receive at least tens of millions this year.

So it's no wonder Dafei was so happy.

Chen Jiajun didn't care about the money; what he cared about was the influence of Hongxing Film and Television. He said calmly, "Alright, let's do the year-end profit sharing as I said. Don't be stingy with the bonuses for the directors either. In this day and age, you can't be too stingy if you want to retain people."

Dafei nodded and said, "I understand, boss. I'll send the directors' red envelopes on time. But boss, some people at Hongxing Film Studio haven't been behaving themselves lately. I heard they're flirting with outsiders. Should I go and warn them?"

Chen Jiajun sneered, "No need. If it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if it's going to marry, it's going to marry. Hong Kong may not have much in the way of things, but it certainly doesn't lack people who can make movies. Hung Hing Films' strength is there for all to see. There's no need to do anything unnecessary. If they want to leave, just follow the contract."

Dafei nodded and said, "I understand, boss."

As the two were talking, Dafei noticed a hot mixed-race woman walking towards Chen Jiajun.

Dafei's eyes lit up immediately, and he whispered to Chen Jiajun, "Boss, look. This girl is really something. She seems to have come specifically for you. Looks like we can have some late-night snacks tonight."

Chen Jiajun followed Dafei's gaze and indeed spotted a stunningly beautiful woman.

She was tall and slender, and her mixed-race features made her look exceptionally beautiful, even more so than some of the female celebrities present.

She was accompanied by an agent who said to Chen Jiajun with a fawning expression, "Mr. Chen, let me introduce you. This is my model, Haiyao."

Chen Jiajun is not like Dafei, that lecherous guy, whose eyes practically want to strip people naked.

Chen Jiajun smiled slightly, extended his hand and said, "Hello, Miss Haiyao, you look beautiful tonight."

Haiyao extended her hand and shook hands with Chen Jiajun, smiling slightly as she said, "Mr. Chen, you flatter me."

"Our Haiyao has just returned to China and is quite interested in developing her career in the film and television industry. I wonder if Mr. Chen could give her a chance?" her agent said with a smile.

Although Chen Jiajun behaved very politely, he was secretly sneering.

I haven't even gone to see that bitch Mrs. M yet, and here she is, delivering herself right to my doorstep.

"Of course, a girl as beautiful as Haiyao would be highly sought after by directors."

Chen Jiajun smiled and said something else, showing that he was very interested in her.

A barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed in Haiyao's eyes.

In her view, all men are the same; as long as they see a pretty woman, they will try to get her into bed.

Even Chen Jiajun, who wields immense power in Hong Kong, seems to be no exception.

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Haiyao's agent immediately showed a happy expression.

As long as the two hit it off, that's all that matters. Her job is simply to recommend Haiyao to Chen Jiajun.

Then you can collect that referral fee with peace of mind.

So she said with a smile, "Haiyao, why don't you chat with Mr. Chen a bit more? Don't let Mr. Chen's status as a big boss fool you; he's a genius when it comes to film production. You've heard of 'A Better Tomorrow,' right? That was Mr. Chen's doing."

"Really?" Haiyao asked, feigning surprise.
After watching her performance, Chen Jiajun couldn't help but admire her superb acting skills.

At least in this hall, among half of the Hong Kong film and television industry, you could probably count on one hand anyone whose acting skills are better than hers.

But thinking about it, it's understandable. Celebrities get paid for acting and can make money.

Even if the acting is bad, at most the audience will just criticize you a bit.

As long as you have thick skin, you can continue to make money with a clear conscience.

But assassins are different. Every scene they act in is a real battle. If they reveal even the slightest flaw, they could lose their lives at any moment.

Under such high pressure, even a complete novice actor can become a movie star.

In terms of acting skills, Chen Jiajun believes he is no less capable.

Both sides simply continued with the performance.

As the banquet drew to a close, many guests began to leave.

Haiyao pretended to look around for a moment, then said to Chen Jiajun, "Mr. Chen, my agent seems to have had to leave early. Could you take me back to the hotel?"

“Of course, I’m happy to help,” Chen Jiajun said very politely.

Soon, amidst Dafei's envious gaze, Haiyao, the pretty girl, got into Chen Jiajun's car and watched the two quietly drive away.

"Damn it, no way." Dafei slapped his face and said fiercely, "I'm going to find a model to try it out tonight too."

When they arrived at the hotel, Haiyao noticed that Chen Jiajun didn't take the initiative for a long time.

He could only grit his teeth and whisper an invitation to Chen Jiajun: "It's so late, would you like to come up for a bit?"

Chen Jiajun readily accepted this obvious invitation: "Okay."

Chen Jiajun then sent the driver back first, saying he would come to pick him up the next morning, and then followed Haiyao back to the suite she had booked.

It has to be said that Mrs. M went to great lengths to lure Chen Jiajun into her trap.

Among the female assassins under her command, Haiyao is top-notch in both looks and figure.

Especially her beautiful face, which was somewhat alluring, revealed a seductive pose of half-willingness and half-assertion that most people simply couldn't resist.

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun remained remarkably calm at that moment.

After all, if you're still driven by lust when facing an assassin, you'd really be a fool.

Moreover, given that Chen Jiajun was planning to turn the tables and poach the assassins from Madam M's side, he became even more clear-headed.

After entering the suite, Haiyao served Chen Jiajun a cup of tea, then used the excuse of needing to change clothes to return to her room.

Chen Jiajun wasn't in a hurry at all. He had his reasons for daring to come up with this female assassin.

Since Chen Jiajun obtained the system, his physical abilities have far surpassed those of ordinary people.

Let alone a mere female assassin, even if you were to shoot Chen Jiajun from a great distance with a sniper rifle, you might not be able to break through his defenses.

In short, assassinating Chen Jiajun is simply impossible.

Just as Chen Jiajun was pondering how the other party would make their move, the living room lights suddenly went out.

Then Chen Jiajun saw Yao Hai walking towards him in a gauze dress.

And accompanied by soft music, she danced gracefully in front of Chen Jiajun.

The veiled dress that appears and disappears in the shadows, along with her graceful dance moves, have always been Haiyao's secret weapon.

After the dance, Haiyao sat on Chen Jiajun's lap, put her arms around his neck, and asked, "Did I dance well?"

"It's beautiful, really beautiful." Chen Jiajun sighed and said, "It would be even more beautiful if you could take out the dagger you're hiding in your sleeve."

Haiyao was taken aback by Chen Jiajun's words at first, then her eyes turned fierce.
Without thinking, he drew his dagger, wrapped it around Chen Jiajun's head, and stabbed it directly at his temple.

This move is exceptionally fierce, and it's rare for it to fail in close combat.

After all, most female assassins like Haiyao rely on their beauty to distract their targets.

He then suddenly attacked and killed someone.

Therefore, they generally don't carry guns or similar items, but prefer small daggers.

Silent and stealthy, making it easy to hide.

To Haiyao's surprise, Chen Jiajun still looked relaxed.

He simply extended two fingers and pinched the tip of the dagger.

Although the posture was very awkward, no matter how hard Haiyao tried, the dagger in her hand could not be advanced an inch.

It was as if it were welded to Chen Jiajun's fingertips.

Chen Jiajun calmly snapped the dagger in two, then said indifferently, "Let me put it this way. You're not the only one who came to assassinate me, and you're clearly not the last."

"So, while I'm still able to speak to you calmly, let's stop and have a proper talk. Otherwise, don't blame me for getting rough."

But at this moment, Haiyao couldn't care less about all that.
Like a nimble cat, it leaped out of Chen Jiajun's arms and, after a few flips, was already in front of the coffee table in the living room.

Hidden beneath the fruit plate on top is a small pistol that Haiyao usually uses for self-defense.

"Tsk, she's really stubborn." Chen Jiajun said helplessly, then grabbed the ashtray next to the table and threw it at Haiyao.

In the instant he ducked to avoid the attack, Chen Jiajun leaped up, turned upside down, and with an extremely difficult pull-up move, snatched the pistol from Haiyao's hand.

Then, the moment he landed, he pinned Haiyao down on the sofa.

After struggling for a moment, Haiyao realized that Chen Jiajun's strength was astonishing; she clearly couldn't break free from his clutches. (End of Chapter)