Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"You're not even confident?" Li Wenbin said, frowning.

Li Wenbin is one of the few people who knows all of Chen Jiajun's power. It is no exaggeration to say that Chen Jiajun's power is enough to overthrow the regime of a medium-sized country at will.

Chen Jiajun didn't explain further, since there was no point in talking to Li Wenbin about this now. He could only comfort him by saying, "You'll understand after you return! I'm not just trying to appease you. There's no point in saying all this now. You'll understand once you experience it for yourself."

Li Wenbin had no choice but to get up and take his leave.

He had so many questions he wanted to ask, and since Chen Jiajun wouldn't tell him, he decided to talk to his father.

After seeing Li Wenbin off, Chen Jiajun summoned his intelligence personnel: "Keep an eye on the situation with the foreigners. Contact me immediately if there are any problems."

"Understood, boss!" The intelligence officer nodded.

……

The next day, news of Huo Qingsong's high-profile announcement that he had taken control of the entire red oil business in Hong Kong spread rapidly.

This kind of thing really impressed people in the underworld.

After all, everyone knows that Huo Qingsong is just a scoundrel from the entertainment circle. The fact that he has managed to get to where he is now is something that many gangs envy.

Of course, the few gangs that knew the inside story didn't say a word and just kept quiet and made a fortune.

This caused panic among the red oil vendors who had previously been harassing Kahoqingsong's neck.

Previously, it was a seller's market, and they could manipulate people like Huo Qingsong however they wanted. After all, the supply of goods was in their hands, and if Huo Qingsong didn't want to do it, they could just find another partner.

Now, things have completely reversed.

Huo Qingsong has gained the upper hand, which is somewhat unsettling.

Unless these vendors want to let the chili oil rot in their hands, Huo Qingsong is an insurmountable obstacle.

So, some oil dealers secretly reported this to the customs.

In particular, there was Alfred, the assistant superintendent of customs.

This foreigner has always regarded the red oil business as their customs' cash cow, so how could he not panic when he hears this news?

They immediately ordered an investigation into the matter.

Then, Alfred's face darkened.

All the men he sent to deal with Huo Qingsong have been drowned; not one of them survived.

After finding his son, Huo Qingsong sent his wife and children out of Hong Kong overnight, and their whereabouts are unknown.

They then quickly took control of the entire Hong Kong red oil market, adopting a desperate stance.

If no one is pulling the strings behind this, he'd gouge out his own eyes and use them as light bulbs to step on!
"These damn bastards! Damn it!"

Alfred went berserk in his office, smashing everything he could get his hands on.

Dealing with Huo Qingsong wasn't his idea; he was only concerned with making money.

Anyway, there are so many places in Hong Kong that do red oil business, we can just replace them with someone else. But the current situation is really affecting his and the entire customs revenue.

So after calming down, he immediately went to see his superior, Chief of Staff Bonat!

"Bonnett! We're in deep trouble now!" Alfred exclaimed urgently. "That damned Huo Qingsong is planning to fight us to the death!"

After listening to Alfred's account, Bonat's expression also turned grim: "Go find Han Yili and have him investigate who Huo Qingsong has met with recently. Also, have a car prepared; I'm going to see Commander Youde!"

"Also, go and ask those gangs what benefits Huo Qingsong gave them to sell their red oil business to him! I want to know the results when I get back!"

"Yes, Chief!" Alfred replied quickly.

He knew that the customs chief was also anxious this time. After all, they had been doing the business of smuggling red oil for a long time, and it was a considerable business. Now that there was a problem, he, as the customs chief, had to give his subordinates an explanation.

Even if Chen Jiajun didn't take any precautions to keep it a secret, the Hong Kong triads wouldn't reveal any information about him to these foreigners.

Judging from the fact that Chan Ka-Chun bought the entire Hong Kong red oil business, he must have some ulterior motives.

If you sabotage Chen Jiajun's plans at this time, aren't you afraid that Chen Jiajun will hold you accountable later?

Furthermore, the people in these groups don't have a good impression of foreigners.

They used to treat them like dogs who could make money, but after the ICAC scandal, they went on to destroy the gangsters.

They must be crazy to touch that brow.

So no matter how much the customs officers inquired, they couldn't get accurate information.

All I know is that someone is behind this.

The chessboard is now set up, and both sides have their pieces and players in place. Now it's a matter of who has the better strategy.

Although comparing Huo Qingsong to the Hong Kong Customs doesn't seem quite right.

But that's the reality now.

The customs chief, Bonat, secretly met with Youde and Han Yili in Ma last night, and summoned Alfred the next morning.

Seeing Bonat's exhausted look, Alfred's heart skipped a beat.

Things aren't going very smoothly right now; if they were, the customs chief wouldn't have this expression.

“There’s no other choice. Either get rid of Huo Qingsong, or… you have to step down!” Bonat said, extremely frustrated.

Upon hearing this news, Alfred was struck dumb, stammering, "Chief... Bonat... why is this happening? I was just following orders! You can't just throw me out... you can't!"

Bonnet glanced at Alfred and said, "You should understand, these are the rules of the game!"

"Damn it! Damn it!" Alfred roared like a wounded beast, "You can't do this!"

Bonat immediately tried to calm him down, saying, "Calm down, calm down, Al! Things haven't gotten to the worst yet. All you have to do is take out Huo Qingsong, right? From now on, you can issue the licenses for the red oil business, just like the police did back then. Just think how much you can make?"

Bonat had no other choice but to try his best to appease them.

After all, Alfred was an Englishman; you can't just use him and then throw him away! Who would be willing to work for them in the future?

"Yes, it's all that damned Huo Qingsong's fault!" Alfred's face twisted into a grimace. "Once we get rid of him, everything will be fine!"

“But you should be careful, the people behind Huo Qingsong might get involved,” Bonat warned.

A cold glint flashed in Alfred's eyes as he glared at Bonat and said menacingly, "Sir, don't you have any help on your side?"

Seeing Alfred's gaze, Bonat was startled. If he said no, this guy would definitely drag them all down with him.

If we report them to the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) then, everyone will be embarrassed!
Thinking of this, Bonat quickly said, "How could that be? If we ask you to do something, the higher-ups will definitely provide you with resources. Go down and prepare the manpower first, and I'll take you somewhere after get off work!"

Alfred nodded before turning and leaving the customs chief's office.

After get off work, the two took a car directly to a private club.

These clubs are generally not open to the public and only host members. They have become very popular in Hong Kong in recent years. They are usually used by wealthy people to network and exchange connections, like Fok Ying-nam's club, which was only open to left-wing businessmen.

Upon arriving at the clubhouse, Alfred asked with a puzzled look, "What are we doing here?"

"We'll see!" Bonat said impatiently.

Soon the door to the private room was pushed open, and two young men entered.

Alfred only knew one of the two men, Su Xingbai, the head of Yifeng, with whom he had previously done business in the red oil industry. He had never met the other foreign man before.

Bonat stood up and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Rowan! He has a very powerful background. And the other one... I guess you know him too?"

Alfred sneered, "Of course I know him, Su Xingbai, the head of Yifeng!"

As he spoke, the guy suddenly sprang up, grabbed Su Xingbai by the collar, and roared, "Fuck you! I sent people over to question you last time, and you dared to give me the runaround!"

Su Xingbai snorted coldly and punched Alfred in the face.

Seeing that he was about to make a move, Bonat immediately roared, "Enough! Is this the time for you to go crazy? If you can't handle this, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Alfred wiped the blood from his nose, snorted, and stopped.

Luo Wen said with a smile, "Don't get so excited, Mr. Su Xingbo is someone we invited to help!"

"What can a gangster like him do?" Alfred said dismissively.

Su Xingbai snorted and said, "It's still better than a piece of trash like you. You can't even kill a person properly, and you actually let someone find Huo Qingsong's son!"

"What the hell did you say?" Alfred roared, wanting to cause trouble for Su Xingbai again.

However, the customs chief stopped him and said earnestly, "Whether you can get this done today depends on this Chief Su, so shut your mouth."

Although he was very unhappy about being overpowered by a gangster, Alfred hadn't really gone crazy yet; he just snorted and stopped talking.

Su Xingbai knew when to stop and didn't provoke this fool any further.

The two of them are the executors; other matters will be handled by the customs chief and Luo Wen.

Because it was a private transaction, even Su Xingbai didn't know the specifics of their discussion.

On the way back, Luo Wen told Su Xingbo that he should bring a group of men and raid Huo Qingsong's villa with Alfred that night.

In order to lure Luo Wen into the trap, Su Xingbo specifically revealed that Chen Jiajun was behind the whole thing.

Rowan also wanted to test his skills against Sir Chen, who had caused the Ether Society many losses.

So he instructed Su Xingbo, "The foreigners are in charge of this matter, so you need to be careful of the hidden hand behind Chen Jiajun! Based on my understanding of this person, even if he throws out pieces to play the game, he definitely won't feel at ease."

"You need to preserve your own strength; we are only playing a supporting role in this matter."

Su Xingbai sneered inwardly, but said very respectfully on the surface, "Mr. Luo Wen is still considering our needs."

Rowan laughed and said, "Of course, you are, after all, a member of our Ether Society!"

Su Xingbai didn't believe a word of that statement.

The reason he hasn't gotten out of the mess that is Yifeng yet is because those bastards from the Ether Society are too cautious and haven't let him into the core circle.

Although he has made a lot of money in the past two years by leveraging the resources of the Ethereum Association, he is still just an employee.

Su Xingbo had already informed Chen Jiajun about Ether's sudden intervention.

I just don't know if we can get enough information out of Rowan.

Just as Su Xingbai was thinking, his phone suddenly vibrated; it was a call from Alfred.

I plan to lead a raid on Huo Qingsong's villa at 11 p.m. tonight.

"11 o'clock, Wanchai Ferry Pier!" Su Xingbo handed his phone to Luo Wen.

Rowan glanced at it, nodded, and said, "Better safe than sorry! I also want to see what this Sir Chen Jiajun is capable of!"

……

Meanwhile, at Huo Qingsong's home.

He withdrew all the people under his command.

If he can just get through these few days, he will become the king of red oil in Hong Kong.

At that time, even the foreigners will have to consider our feelings when making decisions.

So he spent a lot of money to hire someone to prepare a banquet at his villa.

At the banquet, Huo Qingsong stood up, holding a wine glass, and said, "Everyone knows what's going on, so I won't waste any more words! As long as we can get through this period, everyone here will make a fortune! A fortune!"

Upon hearing Huo Qingsong's words, the faces of the family members flushed slightly.

They were originally a group of ignorant people from the underworld, and they only managed to gain a foothold in Hong Kong by relying on Huo Qingsong's connections.

Now that there's a further opportunity, no one will let it slip by.

As for risking one's life and the possibility of death, that is simply not within their consideration.

After all, every big circle is full of ruthless people who live by risking their lives.

As long as I can make money, losing my life is no big deal.

So after everyone shared a drink, they started to dream about life after they became successful.

The banquet lasted until around 10 p.m., and everyone managed to avoid getting too drunk!
After a hearty meal and drinks, everyone picked up their weapons and waited quietly for the customs' retaliation.

Around 11:30 p.m., many people were already feeling sleepy.

But just then, a gunshot rang out outside, instantly bringing everyone to their senses.

Huo Qingsong, holding a pistol, revealed a ferocious smile: "They're here!"

The gunfire then intensified. Huo Qingsong took the lead and walked out of the villa, directing his men to launch a counterattack against the attackers in the darkness.

Although Huo Qingsong's forces are small, most of them are elites from the inner circle, and many of them have served in the military and fought in battles.

Under the command of their leader, Huo Qingsong, the battle was evenly matched with the enemy.

If this trend continues, even if we bring twice as many people, we won't be able to break into Huo Qingsong's villa.

Of course, the only time was tonight. Han Yili had taken control of the police force and had all the officers on duty for tonight gone, so even if the fighting got really intense, no one would intervene.

However, once it came to daytime, Han Yili could no longer cover it up. If the police didn't intervene, not only would the citizens be unhappy, but he himself wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure.

Seeing that he couldn't capture Huo Qingsong's position for a long time, Alfred became anxious.

He immediately sent a signal to Su Xingbai, this variable, intending to launch a pincer attack to defeat Huo Qingsong's men. (End of Chapter)