Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

The next morning, Chen Jiajun woke up and went out to get a drink of water.

I happened to run into the drunk woman from yesterday.

She was wearing a simple top and jacket, and her figure was incredibly hot.

Her long legs, in particular, are very eye-catching.

Although she looks young, she inexplicably possesses a charm that doesn't belong to her age.

The woman's voice was a little hoarse because she had drunk too much the day before: "You saved me yesterday? Thank you!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "It was nothing!"

“My name is Monica Bellucci, and I’m a model from Italy,” Monica introduced herself. “I don’t even know your name!”

"You can just call me Chen." Chen Jiajun raised an eyebrow upon hearing the name.

Any man who has seen the movie "Malèna" will never forget the character "Malèna". Unexpectedly, a trip to America led him to meet the real person.

Chen Jiajun asked curiously, "Who was that guy yesterday?"

Monica sneered, "A film agent said he could get me auditioned for a Hollywood movie, and then my modeling agent couldn't wait to get me drunk and force me into it!"

"Do you need me to call the police?" Chen Jiajun asked Monica.

Monica shook her head and said, "No need. Calling the police won't do any good. That's just how this industry is. Unless you don't want to work in Hollywood anymore, most people will keep quiet about these things."

"Let's not talk about that anymore. You still haven't told me what you do!"

Chen Jiajun looked at Monica and smiled slightly, saying, "Businesswoman, investor!"

Monica shook her head and said, "No, it doesn't seem like it. Although I was drunk yesterday, the way you had your bodyguard throw that bald guy out didn't look like a businessman at all. It looked more like a Mafia godfather."

Now it was Chen Jiajun's turn to be surprised: "You can tell that too?"

“My hometown is in Italy,” Monica said with a shrug.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "No wonder."

Monica tilted her head and looked at Chen Jiajun, saying, "I'm curious, why didn't you do anything last night? Is it because I'm not attractive enough?"

Her large, dark eyes burned with a heat that could melt anyone's heart, and every inch of her curvaceous figure proclaimed, "I am a beautiful woman."

Although Chen Jiajun was already itching to get his hands on it, he calmly said, "I'm not interested in drunk women."

Monica smiled slightly, crossed her long legs, leaned forward slightly, and said with a defiant look, "I'm perfectly sober right now."

Faced with such provocation, which man could possibly tolerate it?
This Italian woman needs to be taught a lesson!

Chen Jiajun immediately picked Monica up and kicked open the door, then went inside.

……

The two sides fought fiercely until the afternoon, and the battle only ended after the sun had set.

Chen Jiajun had a formal dress brought over, then said to Monica, "I'd like to invite you to dinner. How about an Italian restaurant?"

“You’re such a gentleman,” Monica whispered in Chen Jiajun’s ear, her arm around his neck.

Chen Jiajun said casually, "Gentleman is not a good word in our area."

He took Monica to a nearby upscale Italian restaurant, and just as the two were about to enjoy their dinner.

At this moment, the model agent who had been waiting at the hotel entrance came directly to them.

The guy, looking furious, said to Monica, "Damn it, Monica, what did you do yesterday?"

Monica said coldly, "Do I need to tell you what you did yesterday?"

"I'm doing this for your own good! Do you know how rare it is to break into Hollywood!" The agent, a white foreigner, then noticed Monica holding Chen Jiajun's arm and immediately said coldly, "Wait... who is this guy?"

Monica said indifferently, "This is none of your business!"

“Don’t forget your financial contract,” the agent threatened.

Monica said nonchalantly, "Our contract expires in a week, and I'm not planning to renew it, so you can leave if there's nothing else!"

“You…” The manager was furious and rushed forward to pull Monica away.

But before he could get close to Chen Jiajun and Monica, he saw Doom's mountain-like figure blocking his way.

Doom's face darkened: "FK OFF! Don't disturb my boss's meal!"

The agent immediately cowered when he saw Doom.

Doom was dressed in an expensive suit and had an earpiece in his ear; he looked like a professional bodyguard for a big boss.

In other words, the Asian man Monica was embracing was clearly either very rich or very powerful.

He's a third-rate model agent, so he's definitely not someone you can mess with.

In America, there's a consensus: even if you mess with the police or the government, never mess with rich people.

Monica watched her agent slink away, a disdainful smile appearing on her lips.

She never thought much of her agent, who talked a big game but turned out to be completely useless once she got to Hollywood. He even wanted her to sell her body to those disgusting old men in exchange for resources.

It can be said that they had a very clever plan.

Although Monica entered the modeling industry at a young age, she knows that this kind of thing is very common in both the modeling and entertainment industries.

But compared to the young, handsome, and capable big shot in front of me, isn't it much better than serving those old geezers?
“Your agent sees you as a ticket to Hollywood!” Chen Jiajun shook his head and said to Monica.

“I saw right through him!” Monica said dismissively. “He thinks I’m one of those stupid girls he’s chasing after who’s dreaming of fame!”

After the meal, Chen Jiajun said to Monica, "You've fired your agent now, what are you going to do next?"

Monica sighed and said, "I can only start as an extra. I don't know if I have any talent for acting!"

“I don’t have many resources in Hollywood, but…would you mind doing commercials?” Chen Jiajun pondered for a moment before asking Monica.

"Advertisements?" Monica suddenly realized something and said excitedly, "Of course I don't mind!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I'll introduce you to someone later; they might be of some help!"

Although Chen Jiajun's company is in California, not far from Hollywood, it has little connection with Hollywood.

But advertising is different.

YaHu has in-depth cooperation with many advertising companies and relatively few internet companies. Currently, it is very popular and its page views are increasing day by day, so naturally many advertisers are coming to it.

Recommending someone is a piece of cake, isn't it?

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Monica felt a surge of relief, thankful that she had met Chen Jiajun last night and that she had taken a liking to this man this morning.

Otherwise, she would have missed a great opportunity!

Thinking of this, Monica looked at Chen Jiajun with a teasing gaze and said, "There's still some time before the afternoon..."

...While Chen Jiajun was enjoying the services of the beautiful women, Barney and the others were not so lucky.

After causing a ruckus on Varina Island, their group immediately received a warm welcome from Varina Island.

"What the hell is there to talk about?!"

Christmas huddled behind cover and complained to Barney.

Barney retorted while saying to Christmas, "Well, you'd better think of something!"

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you!" Christmas said irritably. "You really should throw away that old, museum-worthy airplane!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Where's the map?" Barney yelled at Christmas impatiently.

"Stop looking, I've already found the entrance to the tunnel!"

At this moment, Yin Yang tapped on a manhole cover not far away and spoke to Barney.

"Thank God, I can finally get away!" Christmas sighed, and without saying a word, he lifted the manhole cover and jumped down.

Soon, the members of the suicide squad entered the tunnel one by one, finally escaping the endless entanglement of the soldiers outside.

Barney held up a flashlight adorned with a skull, looking at the old blueprints in his hand.

After studying it for a while, he said to everyone, "Go this way, it connects to the underground water prison!"

"Wow, the smell from these sewage pipes is disgusting," Christmas said, speechless.

"Are you done complaining?" Barney was already used to his deputy Christmas's nagging and said calmly, "If you're done, then hurry up and get going!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Christmas replied listlessly.

Infiltration isn't the Expendables' forte, but they're not bad at it either.

After reaching the end of the waterway, the group opened an iron gate and quickly located the dungeon.

After Yin Yang and Christmas silently eliminated the two guards, they began searching for Sandra's location.

To persuade General Garza, his daughter must first be rescued.

Soon they heard a woman sobbing.

As he approached the dungeon entrance, he discovered something that infuriated Barney.

Sandra was tied to a bench, and those damned guys were waterboarding her.

The purpose was to confirm the identities of Barney and the others.

Unfortunately, the girl clenched her teeth and didn't say a word, which made Barney both angry and guilty.

So after he had Caesar break down the dungeon door, he went straight in.

With lightning speed, the revolver in her hand fired, instantly killing several interrogators who were torturing Sandra.

Seeing that Sandra was still in shock, Barney immediately rushed over to comfort the girl.

Seeing Barney's tender and affectionate demeanor, the brothers shamelessly mocked him from the sidelines.

Especially this guy Christmas, who used to be the one being lectured, is now shamelessly talking about his tips for picking up girls.

This caused everyone to let out a chorus of "boos".

After calming Sandra down, Barney explained the purpose of his visit to her.

Sandra seemed surprised: "So, the current situation on Valinna Island isn't my father's fault?"

Barney nodded and said, "So now I need you to come with me to persuade your father."

Sandra agreed without hesitation: "Okay, I'll take you there!"

With Sandra leading the way, Barney and his group bypassed the guards inside the castle.

They even managed to knock out only a few people along the way before arriving at General Garza's office.

After Barney and Christmas knocked out the two guards at the door, they were about to break in.

Suddenly hearing a sound, he was terrified and immediately pulled Sandra down.

The next moment, countless bullets shot out from the room, nearly turning several people into sieves.

Sandra immediately shouted, "Father, stop!"

Upon hearing Sandra's voice, the fierce firepower ceased.

Then General Garza led his men out the door and saw his daughter.

"How...did you get out?" Garza asked, his expression complicated, as he saw his daughter.

Sandra, however, didn't care about that. Instead, she said to Garza, "Father, there's something you need to know. We need to talk, okay?"

"Talk to these invaders?" Garza glared fiercely at Barney and the others.

Barney said speechlessly, "General, you've been tricked by that American!"

General Garza frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Barney repeated to Garza what Silva had told him.

General Garza did not immediately believe him, and instead asked, "What proof do you have?"

After all, the other party was his business partner, and he had indeed made a lot of money by working with them.

If you don't trust your own partners, why would you trust a group of outsiders?
Barney, however, was already prepared and handed over the evidence collected by Silva to Garza.

After reviewing the data on the USB drive, Garza was furious.

The other party kept him under control under the pretense of helping him make money, but he never expected that the other party was also a CIA agent.

His former identity as a secret agent was just a facade; in reality, he had been cooperating with the CIA all along.

This made Garza feel like he was being made a fool of.

After venting his anger, Garza first apologized to his daughter, Sandra.

After all, in order to make money, he even distanced himself from his daughter.

He then immediately summoned his guards and said menacingly, "Where is James Roman? Find him, and I'm going to cut every inch of his skin off with a knife!"

Upon hearing Garza's intention to kill James, Sandra immediately stopped him, saying, "Father, we can't kill this man!"

"Why? He humiliated me and almost hurt you!" Garza asked, puzzled.

Sandra could only advise, "If you kill him, it will only invite a furious retaliation from the CIA! And if you kick him out, it will cause infighting within the CIA!"

Garza took a deep breath. He knew that neither his own troops nor the regime on Valinna Island could afford to offend the locust-like CIA.

So he nodded in agreement: "Alright, my daughter, I'll listen to you!" (End of Chapter)