Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

After Luo Wuming left, Chen Jiajun's phone suddenly rang.

The call was from Silva.

"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry to see me?" Chen Jiajun asked, somewhat puzzled.

Logically, Silva should be setting up intelligence stations in Southeast Asia right now.

Silva smiled and said, "Boss, something big has happened in Hong Kong's underworld recently, and I think you'll be interested."

"What could be so important?" Chen Jiajun asked, frowning.

“A Japanese tycoon named Tsukamoto was assassinated in Hong Kong.” Silva’s laughter was extremely evil. “Most importantly, this guy was very afraid of death. In order to intimidate his enemies, he set up a killer fund worth one billion.”

"As long as he did not die of natural causes, but died in an accident, this assassin fund will be activated immediately and a bounty will be placed on the world's assassins for the guy who killed him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiajun was stunned: "What did you say? The Killer Fund, worth a billion US dollars?"

“That’s right, boss. I reckon Hong Kong is going to be quite lively lately,” Silva said with a smile. “I thought you would definitely care about this information, so I informed you as soon as possible.”

Upon hearing Silva's words, Chen Jiajun immediately flew into a rage: "Damn it, I'm going back to Hong Kong today."

It's easy to imagine that once the Killer Fund is launched, assassins from all over the world will flock to it.

If these ruthless gangsters from Hong Kong are added to the mix, what kind of chaos will it become?

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun couldn't stay in Macau for another second and immediately had someone buy plane tickets to prepare to return to Hong Kong.

At the same time, Chen Jiajun also ordered Silva to return in person to oversee the situation and find out the whole story.

Chen Jiajun even called Kusakari Yuichi to inquire about the Tsukamoto Zaibatsu.

And you know what? Asking local people for information is more reliable than intelligence.

Not long after, Kusakari Yuichi told Chen Jiajun the whole story about the Tsukamoto family.

The Tsukamoto family were war criminals during World War II, and they even led a group to occupy Hong Kong.

Unexpectedly, this old Japanese man was not punished and his business grew bigger and bigger, eventually transforming into one of Japan's conglomerates.

He recently invested in a daily chemical products company in Hong Kong and brought his son there.

Upon hearing this information, Chen Jiajun's expression turned strange.

If that old devil Tsukamoto still dares to court death by coming to Hong Kong, no wonder he was assassinated.

Previously, he was angry that the assassin had ruined the hard-won stability of Hong Kong, but now he felt a bit of admiration for him.

Back in Hong Kong, Silva found that his boss wasn't as angry as he had imagined, and asked curiously, "Boss, aren't you angry?"

"Why be angry?" Chen Jiajun said calmly, "It's just that one damned old Japanese devil died."

“Huh, that’s not what you said before,” Silva said with a strange expression.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Then let me ask you, if a French capitalist died in England, what would you do?"

Silva nodded immediately and said, "Oh, I understand. But boss, we spies don't have a country."

"Get lost." Chen Jiajun said irritably, "Have you found out who issued the bounty, and who the assassin is?"

Silva nodded and said, "The assassin is a mysterious guy called Seraphim. He never kills for money, but only for the bastards that the law can't touch."

"Hmm, this setup seems familiar. I remember there was a lawyer who also used violence to combat violence," Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Silva shook his head: "He's much better than that lawyer. This Seraph has been in the business for several years and has never failed once. Now, the assassin industry in Hong Kong calls him the King of Assassins."

Chen Jiajun frowned and asked, "What about those who offered bounties?"

“He’s an old man named Uncle Liang, and he’s seventy-two years old this year,” Silva said slowly. “He was one of the survivors when Hong Kong was invaded by the Japanese army, but his whole family was killed by those Japanese devils.”

"The reason why the head of the Tsukamoto family offered a reward was because he was the culprit who murdered Liang Bo's entire family. The old man saw the news in the newspaper that Tsukamoto had invested in Hong Kong, so he decided to kill him and put all his savings into the newspaper to offer a reward for Tsukamoto."

"The bounty was then taken by a hitman agent known as Crocodile. Two days later, Tsukamoto was murdered in his own company."

Chen Jiajun stroked his chin and said, "So, this Crocodile Guy has connections with Seraph?"

Silva shook his head and said, "I don't see any connection yet, and this crocodile guy seems to have left this business a long time ago. I suspect he came here to swindle money, but I didn't expect the Seraphim to actually kill Tsukamoto."

"Tsk, this is interesting." Chen Jiajun laughed immediately. "Here's what we'll do: send some men to find Uncle Liang and try to protect this old man. Such a righteous man shouldn't die at the hands of those lowly assassins."

Silva nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it right away. But what about that crocodile guy?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "I guess they won't be able to trace Crocodile to him for a while. Let's see what that old bastard does. If he's lucky, we might spare his life. The most important thing now is to know how many of those damned assassins will come."

"I understand, boss," Silva nodded.
This is the memorial hall for Taro Tsukamoto, the chairman of Tsukamoto Corporation.

A young man in a black suit knelt in front of the mourning hall, head bowed in deep thought.

His two tall, foreign bodyguards were yawning listlessly beside him.

A moment later, a man dressed in a black kimono walked in and said to the young man from a distance, "Eiji, the Foundation's people are here. What are you still doing here?"

The young man named Eiji Tsukamoto did not answer him, which annoyed the middle-aged man, who then slammed his hand on Eiji Tsukamoto's shoulder.

Eiji Tsukamoto pushed the other person's hand away and gave him a cold glance.

The middle-aged man immediately rebuked, "What kind of attitude is this?"

The middle-aged man in front of you is Kenichi Tsukamoto, the son of Taro Tsukamoto.

He is also Eiji Tsukamoto's father.

According to Japanese tradition, sons should have great respect for their fathers.
However, Japan is a country that greatly admires strength, so Eiji did not take the weak-willed Kenichi Tsukamoto seriously.

After shaking off his father's hand, he said coldly, "I was just asking my grandfather in heaven how he could have such an incompetent father."

Jian was furious: "How dare you talk to your father like that?"

Eiji tilted his head and looked at him, saying, "Your father just died. Do you plan to avenge him?"

“He has a billion-dollar revenge fund,” Jianyi said excitedly.

He never approved of his father spending so much money to set up a revenge fund.

Now that old guy is dead, he still managed to suck so much blood out of the Tsukamoto Group.

This naturally infuriated Kenichi, the new head of the Tsukamoto Group.

But Eiji stood up and said mockingly, "You second-generation coward, Japan will perish sooner or later because of your incompetent cowardice. You are simply incapable of inheriting the Tsukamoto Kingdom."

“No matter what you say, I am now the head of the Tsukamoto family,” Kenichi said, somewhat hysterically.

After all, in terms of methods, he was no match for his son.

Eiji Tsukamoto turned to his father and asked with a cold smile, "Do you have Grandpa's soul inside you?"

As he spoke, the man picked up Tsukamoto Taro's urn, a move that startled Tsukamoto Kenichi: "What are you doing? That's for sending back to Japan."

But Eiji smashed the urn in half, grabbed a handful of ashes and swallowed them, then said to his father, "I want to let Grandpa's soul be reborn in my body."

"You're insane." Kenichi Tsukamoto turned and walked away, cursing as he said, "I'll tell the board about this. Let's go."

Unfortunately, despite Tsukamoto Kenichi's loud shouting, he realized that the people behind him were not following at all.

Only then did he realize that he had been sidelined by his own son.

Eiji Tsukamoto said dismissively, "They know who the real strongmen are. Don't forget, they were all chosen by Grandpa."

"Damn it." Kenichi Tsukamoto turned and left in anger, knowing he couldn't win against his son.

Just like his son said, he was just a weak guy.

"Huh? He even swallowed the old devil's ashes?" Chen Jiajun's expression turned strange upon hearing the news from the intelligence department. "A Japanese devil is a Japanese devil, he's really something else." "It seems that this Tsukamoto Kenichi is truly a useless piece of trash, he can't even control his own son." The intelligence department member shook his head and said, "Boss, if we let that little devil Tsukamoto Eiji take over, it looks like this matter won't end easily."

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Isn't this what happened decades ago, when the Japanese devils were causing trouble in Hong Kong? Have your men already been arranged?"

"We're ready. No matter how many people come, we can send them flying. Once we find those assassins, we'll immediately notify Hung Hing and the security company."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Remember, do things neatly. I don't want to make too much of a fuss."

"I know, boss."

Just as Chen Jiajun was assigning tasks, his secretary knocked on the door and said, "Boss, Assistant Director Li Shutang is here."

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "I think it's about time this guy arrived. Please invite him in."

After his subordinates left, the secretary invited Li Shutang to Chen Jiajun's office.

As soon as he sat down, Li Shutang got straight to the point: "Ah Jun, you should know what happened these past two days, right?"

“Of course, how could we not know about the billion-dollar revenge fund causing such a big incident?” Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Li Shutang.

"What are you planning to do?" Li Shutang said with a headache. "Those foreigners are holding back now. If this continues, I don't know how many assassins will infiltrate Hong Kong and cause trouble."

Chen Jiajun said with a sharp look in his eyes, "If the foreigners are no good, what else can we do? If they don't care, I'll take care of Hong Kong's nights."

Li Shutang gave a wry smile and said, "Since that's the case, I'll assist from the sidelines. Damn foreigners, I never imagined that maintaining order in Hong Kong would require a gangster."

After saying this, Li Shutang turned and left Chen Jiajun's office, looking rather dejected.

After this incident, Li Shutang had seen through the foreigners in Hong Kong, and he planned to retire and return home after finishing this matter.

Chen Jiajun shook his head as he watched Li Shutang's retreating figure and said, "Isn't this the kind of person who is willing to fight but powerless to turn the tide? You can only blame yourself for standing on the wrong side."

……

Lately, Crocodile Guy has been in a terrible panic.

He used to be a hitman agent, but a few years ago, the lousy hitman was killed, and his position as agent naturally became obsolete.

Originally, he planned to use his position as an agent to swindle money.

He never expected that his attempt to earn extra money would lead to such an outrageous situation.

Tsukamoto Taro really died, and someone actually took Liang Bo's job.

Now, Crocodile Guy is in a situation where he can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

He is still unsure whether the Tsukamoto family has traced his origins back to him.

So he risked mortgaging his house to get a deposit, intending to use it to listen to the rumors from the revenge fund.

If the other party really traces it back to him, Crocodile Man will run away immediately without even thinking.

So today he came to the revenge fund meeting as a hitman agent.

Only in this way could he sneak in directly.

Just as he arrived at the hotel entrance, Crocodile spotted a country bumpkin.

This guy was the person the foundation was looking for, but he was stopped outside the hotel.

Crocodile Man found it amusing, but still decided to help the kid out of the predicament.

But at that moment, the two sides actually started fighting.

In just a short while, the country boy had knocked down seven or eight bodyguards with his fists and feet, which immediately caught Crocodile's eye.

So he strode over and said, "Don't act recklessly."

The appearance of Crocodile Man immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The crocodile man whispered to the country boy, "Do you want to go in?"

The other party nodded quickly.

The crocodile man then asked, "With such excellent skills, have you ever killed anyone?"

"I served in the military in the Golden Triangle," the country boy said honestly.

"That's fine then." Crocodile nodded, then berated the hotel security guard: "You're so snobbish! It's a good thing you didn't lay a hand on me, or you'd be in deep trouble."

As he spoke, Crocodile took out the invitation and said casually, "Check the invitation."

It was only then that the security guards realized that the other party was actually the assassin's agent who had come to attend the meeting.

No wonder such a plain-looking kid is so good at fighting. You should have just said you were here for a meeting.
The security guard complained as he checked the invitations, and only let the two in after confirming there were no problems.

On the way, Crocodile asked the country boy his name, Li Fugui, who said he had come to Hong Kong with his fellow villagers to do something big.

However, Crocodile Man could tell at a glance that this kid wasn't living a very good life.

So he directly warned, "Don't say anything without my permission. Otherwise, I'll kick you out."

Li Fugui nodded quickly and followed Crocodile Man without saying a word.

Upon entering the venue, Crocodile noticed that there were quite a few assassin agents present today.

There are even quite a few foreigners who want to make this money.

This made Crocodile Man immediately feel a chill run down his spine.

After he sat down, a staff member immediately brought him documents to sign and asked, "Have you prepared your promissory note?"

Crocodile Man chuckled and took out the Swiss bank draft from his inner pocket.

Li Fugui, who was standing to the side, was stunned on the spot: "Five million?"

Crocodile Man casually pushed Li Fugui's head away and said, "It's just a deposit."

After everyone submitted their deposits, the man sitting in the head seat tapped the microphone, drawing everyone's attention.

The man began by introducing himself: "My name is Martin, and I am the managing director of the Tsukamoto Shuzen Foundation. If you need real-time interpretation, there is an earpiece in front of you that can provide translation services."

"Mr. Tsukamoto was unfortunately murdered recently. According to his will, if his death was a homicide, this fund will begin operation immediately. Please turn on your computers and insert your hard drives."

"The screen shows a joint account opened in a Swiss bank with five million of your funds. Please enter your passwords. Once one of you completes the task, the bonus will be automatically deposited into your accounts."

"In order not to waste everyone's time, we have stored the information about Mr. Tsukamoto's murder on a disk to ensure that everyone receives the same information. This is in line with our principle of fairness."

"I hereby reiterate my solemn declaration: the hitman and the agent each received $500 million. If the hitman and the agent are the same person, then it would be $1 billion. Do any of you have any further questions?"

After Martin finished his long speech, one of the foreigners immediately raised his hand and asked, "What if one of them goes missing or dies?"

Martin said with a smile, "If any official proof is that this person does not exist in this world, or died of natural causes, then the Foundation will accumulate all of their funds for the next target."

"Then how do we confirm the target's identity?" someone else asked.

Martin pointed to the two foreigners beside him and said, "The target's identity will be verified by the three of us, together with a committee selected by Mr. Tsukamoto before his death. As for our professional qualifications, you can find them in the documents. They should be very detailed."

Martin then addressed the crowd, saying, "Finally, I want to remind everyone that we are law-abiding citizens and do not encourage others to break the law. If anyone incurs any legal liability due to this fund, please resolve it yourselves."

Just as the group of assassin agents were whispering among themselves, the conference room door was suddenly opened.

Then a couple rushed in and said to everyone, "Excuse me, everyone, this is a search warrant. Please show your passports and cooperate with our inspection. Thank you. Also, both men and women will be searched."

Then a man in a long trench coat walked in and said to the group, "We suspect that international criminals are holding a meeting here. It won't take up too much of your time. Please cooperate with the police."

This man is named Chen Dahua. He is an inspector in the Major Crimes Unit of the General District and also the face of the unit.

It's safe to say that this guy has the highest case-solving rate in the entire regional major crimes unit. (End of Chapter)