Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

After thinking for a moment, Chen Jiajun said to Silva, "Keep a close eye on things over there. Since these drug lords are able to think of using people to launder money in Hong Kong, they must have some understanding of the environment there. They won't dare to do it openly, so they will definitely do some dirty tricks in the dark."

"However, we can be a little bolder. After all, Hong Kong is our territory! They can't escape my grasp."

Silva let out his signature wicked laugh: "I get it, boss!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun became increasingly angry.

You're just a small-time South American drug lord, who gave you the guts to cause trouble in Hong Kong?

"Looks like if we don't teach these guys a lesson, they'll really think Hong Kong is some place where any Tom, Dick, or Harry can have fun," Chen Jiajun muttered to himself, his eyes sharpening.

Since venture capital matters can't be resolved in a day or two, Chen Jiajun simply suspended his investment plans.

They summoned Cao Weicai and asked him if he knew anything about the mercenaries in America.

After all, Silva's intelligence network had only just begun to expand in the United States and had not yet penetrated into Mexico and Colombia.

If you want to cause trouble for drug lord Pablo, you need some "guides" who are familiar with the local terrain.

Coincidentally, Cao Weicai did know a little: "Boss, I know someone. This guy has a team behind him, but they usually take on private jobs, not a security company!"

"A side job?" Chen Jiajun frowned and asked, "Is it reliable?"

Cao Weicai nodded: "They are very reliable. Many Wall Street bosses hire them to do things!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Address!"

Cao Weicai immediately sent the address to Chen Jiajun and then asked, "Boss, what's going on here?"

"Can you handle this yourself?" Chen Jiajun asked.

Cao Weicai's lips twitched as he said, "Of course not! You want to work me to death!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Then assemble your team! Don't rush the investment plan, we'll talk about it when I get back!"

"Where are you headed?" Cao Weicai asked curiously.

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Some bastards are courting death. I need to go to Colombia to teach them a lesson!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Cao Weicai shrank back slightly: "Then forget it! I'll stay here in San Francisco and wait for you to come back!"

After leaving two intelligence agents as bodyguards for Cao Weicai, Chen Jiajun led his men to New York.

Cao Weicai's mercenary team often takes jobs on Wall Street, and its headquarters are naturally in New York.

Following Cao Weicai's address, Chen Jiajun found a tattoo shop in Brooklyn, New York.

There were hardly any customers in the shop at the time; besides some tattoo equipment, there was only one cool motorcycle inside.

A burly man covered in tattoos rested with a cowboy hat over his head, completely unaware of Chen Jiajun and his group's arrival.

Chen Jiajun coughed a few times before waking the guy up.

The cowboy glanced at Chen Jiajun and the others, and said lazily, "Tattoo? Come back this afternoon! We're not doing business right now!"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "It's not tattooing, it's a different business. I need to see your boss!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, the cowboy asked somewhat strangely, "How did you find your way here?"

“Of course, I had an introduction from someone I knew! From Wall Street!” Chen Jiajun said casually.

Cowboy nodded, took out his phone and dialed a number: "Barney, we have business coming in, specifically looking for you, come to the tattoo shop!" After hanging up, Cowboy said to Chen Jiajun: "Wait a minute, fifteen minutes."

Chen Jiajun didn't say much, he just stood at the door, lit a cigar, and tossed one to the cowboy.

"Havana cigars, high-end stuff!" The cowboy seemed very happy, immediately lighting one with a look of pure delight.

Chen Jiajun looked at the cowboy and said, "I'm starting to doubt whether you guys can do the things I'm supposed to do. Your vigilance is too low!"

The cowboy chuckled and said, "I haven't done any missions in ages, I'm practically retired! Let's talk after you meet Barney!"

Chen Jiajun reluctantly accepted the other party's explanation and didn't say anything more.

About fifteen minutes later, a motorcycle drove towards the tattoo shop.

Then a burly man with various skulls tattooed all over his body and a fierce look got out of the car.

Then he said directly to Chen Jiajun, "An Easterner? Want to talk business with me?"

Chen Jiajun looked the burly man up and down and said, "Not bad, shall we talk here or somewhere else?"

The burly man thought for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Come with me!"

After leaving the tattoo shop, we arrived at a nearby auto repair shop, which was clearly also the burly man's territory.

After Chen Jiajun went inside, he lowered the roller shutter and handed Chen Jiajun a bottle of ice-cold beer, saying, "What mission? How did you find out about me?"

"Cao Weicai introduced us, saying you have a very good reputation in this industry!" Chen Jiajun said, taking a swig of beer without any politeness.

“The Yin-Yang method!” The burly man nodded and muttered to himself, “Alright, let me introduce myself. My name is Barney Ross. What do you want us to do? And what price are you offering?”

"Yin Yang? Barney Ross?" Chen Jiajun's expression immediately turned strange.

Barney asked suspiciously, "Is there a problem?"

"No, I just remembered something!"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "The mission is simple: be our guide, and I'm going to Colombia!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Barney immediately frowned: "Columbia? What are you going to that godforsaken place for?"

Chen Jiajun shook his head: "This has nothing to do with the mission. You just need to get us safely to Colombia."

"It's that simple?" Barney said in surprise.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "It's that simple! You don't need to use force, you don't need to provide logistics, all you need is your reconnaissance capabilities and understanding of the Colombian environment."

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Barney then asked, "So... what price are you offering?"

"Two million US dollars, is that a fair price?" Chen Jiajun said calmly.

Barney nodded and said, "For just being a guide, this price is quite good!"

"So, should I answer or not?" Chen Jiajun asked, tilting his head.

Barney paused for a moment before saying, "I need a day to discuss this with my companions."

"Okay, you can call me at this number!" Chen Jiajun left a business card, then got into his car and drove away. (End of Chapter)