Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

The news spread quickly after the high seas gambling game ended.

The most unlucky ones are the bookmakers who gamble on the sidelines, and the Singaporean triads.

They originally thought that as long as they got Gao Jin on their side, they were guaranteed to win.

However, Chen Jiajun unexpectedly appeared out of nowhere, which infuriated the Chinese community in Singapore.

Their leader, Han Mingzhi, even smashed the table.

But the matter was not over yet. Soon, Ah Nan returned from Hong Kong with Chen Jiajun's message.

Hearing that Chen Jiajun was going to cause them trouble again, Han Mingzhi roared, "Damn it, you're blocking my path to wealth and you still want to cause me trouble? You're asking for death!"

Anan cautiously said, "Boss, this Chen Jiajun is really something else!"

"So what? You spread the word that if Chen Jiajun wants to explain himself, he should come to Singapore! I want to see if he has the guts," Han Mingzhi said viciously.

Seeing that his boss was angry, Anan didn't know how to persuade him and could only go and do his job.

However, these members of the Chinese gang were still too out of touch with the times, thinking that Chen Jiajun wouldn't dare to cause trouble once he was on their turf.

Little did anyone know that not long ago, Chen Jiajun had also killed a major drug lord, Pablo, in the heart of a South American drug cartel.

After the news spread, many forces immediately prepared to watch the show.

They wanted to see what gave these Singaporean Chinese gangs the confidence to go against a bigwig like Chen Jiajun.

Especially members of the Triads who are hostile to the Chinese community.

The Chinese community in Singapore is divided into two factions: one is the "Wo" faction, and the other is the local Chinese community.

The two sides disliked each other and had frequent friction.

However, their intelligence capabilities are far superior to those of rural gangs like the Hua Gang. Upon hearing that they had offended Chen Jiajun, many members of the He Zi Tou were already eager to take over the Hua Gang's assets.

Upon learning this news, Chen Jiajun was so angry that he laughed.

They went straight to Old Prisoner: "Have you received any news recently?"

Old Yu nodded and said, "The Hua Gang is arrogant. Many brothers have long been clamoring to teach them a lesson."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I'm too lazy to move. Just have someone invite Han Mingzhi over and let him give me an explanation in person!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Old Yu's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Understood, boss. I'll send someone to handle it right away."

A small Chinese gang like this doesn't need Chen Jiajun to get involved at all.

Old Yu didn't even need to take action himself; he could just find two people in charge to cross the sea and kidnap that bastard who was talking nonsense.

Chen Jiajun would be lucky to even glance at someone like that.

If Chen Jiajun has spent so many years in Hong Kong, spent so much money, and supported so many people, and he still has to put his mind to this kind of thing, then Hung Hing would be too disappointing for him.

After explaining everything, Chen Jiajun was too lazy to care anymore and made an appointment with Mr. Huo for tea.

Upon arriving at the clubhouse, Chen Jiajun found Huo Yingnan listening to music and drinking tea alone. He immediately walked over and jokingly said, "Brother Nan, the New Territories are developing like crazy. Instead of personally overseeing it, you've come here to drink tea and watch a show. You're too carefree!"

Huo Yingnan said irritably, "You brat, are you waiting for me to make money for you?"

Chen Jiajun said with a chuckle, "The capable should do more!"

“You’ve really gone too far lately! You actually went to the South American drug den yourself, killed several big drug lords, and managed to get away unscathed. You’re incredibly bold!” Fok Ying-nam said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said with considerable surprise, "Huh, you know about such a small matter?"

"Is this a small matter?" Huo Yingnan said with a strange expression, "You've essentially slapped the CIA in the face. Those guys definitely won't let you off the hook! Who doesn't know that the partners of those South American drug lords are CIA agents? You'd better be careful."

Chen Jiajun curled his lip and said, "If the CIA dares to cause me trouble, I'll even destroy their intelligence network in Japan."

"You rascal!" Huo Yingnan shook his head and stopped trying to persuade him.

After all, he knew Chen Jiajun's personality to some extent, and he couldn't persuade him at all.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "Brother Nan, what exactly are you trying to achieve by going through all this trouble? Does our relationship really need to be so complicated?"

Huo Yingnan blushed and chuckled, "You saw through me, kid."

Chen Jiajun said irritably, "You had the same expression when you asked me to help find Mr. Guo's son last time. Now, tell me what it is."

Huo Yingnan nodded, then said to his bodyguard, "Bring that kid over here!"

After the bodyguards left, Fok Ying-nam lit a cigar and said, "This matter is rather troublesome, but after thinking it over, only you can help with this."

“I have a distant cousin named Huo Qingsong. He does shady business in Hong Kong. I think he used to be part of the Shanghai gang. This guy didn’t go into any crooked ways, but instead started a business selling red oil.”

"Red oil?" Chen Jiajun immediately understood.

The red oil mentioned in this era is not the kind used for cooking.

This substance is tax-free diesel fuel subsidized by the Hong Kong government for local industrial vessels and fishing boats, which has been adulterated with a red dye for easier monitoring. Due to its low price, "red diesel" has become a popular smuggled commodity that is difficult to eradicate.

This is a benefit that the Hong Kong government, led by foreigners, implemented after seeing the development of the shipping industry; it can be considered one of the few benevolent policies they implemented.

There are many people in Hong Kong who do red oil business, such as Gui Ge of the New Territories triads, Dong Hai Long of Fuk Yee, Yi Fung, etc., and even large triads like Sun Kee are doing this business.

Of course, there's also Huo Qingsong, who made his fortune through the Big Circle.

This business is highly profitable, but the process is complicated, and only people with special connections will do it.

Chen Jiajun noticed that Huo Yingnan had suddenly brought up this matter, and guessed that Huo Qingsong was following Huo Yingnan's path.

As is well known, since the 1990s, those European and American countries have been relentlessly imposing blockades on their home countries.

There is a huge shortage of gasoline and diesel in his hometown. If Chen Jiajun is not mistaken, Huo Qingsong is probably the guy who transports these fuels to his hometown.

On the surface, it's smuggling, but in reality, it's been supporting their hometown.

With this in mind, Chen Jiajun had already made some decisions.

Soon a young man in a suit walked over. The man had a kind face and you couldn't tell at all that he was from the Big Circle Gang.

"Mr. Chen!" Huo Qingsong nodded and greeted him very politely.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "We're all family, no need to be so polite! Please sit down!"

Huo Qingsong breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing Chen Jiajun's attitude.

Hung Hing has never had any dealings with the Big Circle Gang, and has even had some conflicts with them over certain issues.

Fortunately, he had a connection with Fok Ying-nam; otherwise, if he had rashly gone to see Chan Ka-chun, he probably wouldn't have even been qualified to meet Chan Ka-chun.

……

Huo Qingsong has been very irritable lately, as his once-thriving red oil business has run into trouble.

This morning at six o'clock, one of my cousins ​​had an accident while delivering oil; the truck overturned and exploded.

The cousins ​​who delivered the oil were not spared; they were blown to bits on the spot.

That's fine then. At worst, I'll just lose a truckload of fuel and pay some funeral expenses; I'll just consider myself unlucky.

But the most disgusting thing is that their red oil group has been targeted by the police.

The red oil business was already in serious trouble, but now it's also being targeted by the police, making it impossible for the family business to operate at all.

There had been no business for a long time, which made it difficult for the men to even eat.

Not only that, even the vendors selling chili oil took advantage of the situation to rob people.

They will refuse to do business with the Huo Qingsong family in the future; if they want to do business with them, Huo Qingsong must pay an 80 million yuan deposit.

But Huo Qingsong had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear it.

Having exhausted all other options, they turned to their distant cousin, Fok Ying-nam, for help.

As long as we can get the support of Hung Hing, all the gossip outside will become a joke.

Chen Jiajun looked Huo Qingsong up and down and said, "I heard your red oil business is quite big? But you're in trouble now?"

Huo Qingsong nodded quickly and said, "That's right, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his cigar and said casually, "How do you want me to help you?"

Huo Qingsong was stunned when he heard Chen Jiajun's direct words, and then cautiously said to Chen Jiajun:
"The main issue is that my cousin was framed, and I want to find out who the real culprit is. But right now I'm being watched by the police, which makes it very inconvenient to investigate. The other party has done it flawlessly, and I don't know how to investigate."

"Just because of that?" Chen Jiajun said, frowning.

Huo Qingsong quickly explained the pros and cons, since it was precisely because of this matter that his business was struggling.

"So, you were supposed to be the one delivering the oil that day, but something came up and your cousin became the scapegoat?" Chen Jiajun clicked his tongue and said, "Looks like the person behind this really wants to kill you! What have you been up to lately?"

Huo Qingsong pondered for a moment and said, "I pulled some strings and bought a lot of red oil from a foreign customs officer to smuggle. This oil was originally intended to be sent back to my hometown."

"A large quantity?" Chen Jiajun immediately grasped the key point of the matter.

Huo Qingsong nodded seriously: "Although it's nothing to our hometown, it's enough to impact the entire market in Hong Kong."

Upon hearing Huo Qingsong's words, Chen Jiajun nodded, took out his phone, and dialed a number. The number was Li Wenbin, a senior inspector in the Major Crimes Unit.

This kid climbed to his current position without using his father's connections, which is quite impressive. So Chen Jiajun never cut off this connection and instead made a long-term investment in him.

This investment wasn't about getting Li Wenbin to report anything to him, but rather about ensuring that his connections with the police wouldn't be severed.

Li Wenbin wasn't the kind of young man who wouldn't listen to reason. He knew that having a big boss's help would make his future path much smoother. Besides, Chen Jiajun would never let him do anything illegal, so why not? (End of Chapter)