Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"Boss, that guy from the church has flown back to Washington!" Silva reported to Chen Jiajun with a smile.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Understood!"

“Your help might not be appreciated!” Silva said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "I didn't intend for him to be grateful, I just wanted him to know that I had plenty of opportunities to kill him! I just wanted him to know his place!"

"After all, with him around, James will have some concerns; it's just a balance of power. As we all know, the triangle formation is very stable!"

Silva suddenly realized: "So that's what you were planning!"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "This is just the beginning, and who knows, we might cooperate in the future? It's not a good thing to offend someone so badly."

"Alright, since you've said so, I'll go take care of my own business." Silva nodded and got up to leave.

After Chen Jiajun and Silva finished their conversation, Monica approached and asked, "Are you done talking?"

Chen Jiajun put his arm around Monica's slender waist and asked, "How did the interview go?"

"Not bad, at least the treatment is top-notch." Monica seemed quite satisfied.

After all, even some second-rate Hollywood stars might not be able to get this kind of resource, and the pay is very generous.

Perhaps the advertising industry could serve as a stepping stone to Hollywood.

So Monica has been taking extra good care of him these past few days, to the point that Chen Jiajun is finding it hard to keep up with this Italian woman.

Chen Jiajun patted Monica on the back and said, "Alright, I'll have someone send over a dress later. You can come to a party with me tonight!"

"A party? What kind?" Monica asked curiously.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "From the police."

"Oh! It's a fundraising party organized by the San Francisco Police Department!" Monica immediately realized.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "After all, most of my business is here, so I need to maintain good relationships with these local bigwigs!"

The police system in the United States is very complex and can be broadly divided into federal, state, city, and county levels.

However, they are not differentiated by rank; they are completely equal and do not belong to each other.

No one is anyone's superior; they are only in a cooperative relationship.

Their funding comes from local property taxes, and Congress frequently cuts police funding.

This has forced police in every region to come up with other ways to raise funds.

These charity dinners, organized by the police, are specifically designed to solicit donations from local wealthy individuals.

That evening, Chen Jiajun brought Monica along.

Cao Weicai somehow hooked up with a female companion.

After the two met, Chen Jiajun asked directly, "How did it go? Did you reach an agreement?"

Cao Weicai said with a smile, "The San Francisco Police Department is having a headache over its budget for the next quarter! There's definitely no problem!"

"That's good. Don't be stingy; when giving a gift, give it in full at once!" Chen Jiajun instructed.

Cao Weicai said with a smile, "I know, boss. I've prepared an offer they can't refuse."

"Hahaha!" Chen Jiajun burst into laughter.

The two entered the venue and quickly found David Ferro.

This kid cleverly chose to take sides and has now joined Chen Jiajun's core team.

Ya Hu is doing quite well, and it seems to be thriving.

The stock price rose almost every day, quickly making David a star in the industry.

After kicking Wang Zhiyuan out, Ya Hu was managed by him alone.

Before this, David was practically Wang Zhiyuan's follower.

No man wants to follow someone else around and watch them rise to power, and David was no exception.

Moreover, Wang Zhiyuan's series of actions made David, an American who was familiar with the business world, very contemptuous.

"David, how's the ad content coming along?" Chen Jiajun ran into him and casually chatted about YaHu's newly launched feature, namely the border ad function.

The advertising function that David and Wang Zhiyuan created was too crude and disgusting, and some people even complained to the relevant authorities.

So Chen Jiajun gave him an idea and suggested he try a different approach.

Unexpectedly, the new advertising feature received unanimous praise. Not only were users satisfied, but advertisers also flocked to YaHu with their money.

David exclaimed excitedly, "Boss, I have to say you're a genius! Advertisers are practically bursting at our doorstep!"

"Hahaha!" Chen Jiajun laughed and patted David on the shoulder, saying, "I'm just providing an idea; you guys are the ones doing the work!"

"Without the boss's guidance, we would probably have lost too much," David said sincerely.

It has to be said that David is much better than Wang Zhiyuan in both his conduct and his work. I don't know how the other Yahu was brought down.

Just as Chen Jiajun and David were having a pleasant conversation, Cao Weicai pulled Chen Jiajun aside and said, "Boss, that's the San Francisco Police Chief! His name is Jeffrey Grant!" Grant rushed over immediately after hearing his subordinate mention the large check that Cao Weicai had brought.

This is a major water tap; it must be handled with care.

"Commander Grant, this is Mr. Chen Jiajun, the owner of our United Aerospace Capital and Yahu Company, and also a knighted by the British!" Cao Weicai introduced him after shaking hands with Jeffrey.

After all, English titles still have some market value in America.

Jeffrey's face immediately broke into a bright smile: "Sir Chen, thank you for your support of the San Francisco Police Department. You can just call me Jeffrey!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jeffrey!" Chen Jiajun smiled and shook hands with him, and the two began to chat: "Don't call me 'Sir' anymore, just call me Chen!"

The two hit it off immediately; anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were longtime friends.

Although the two were talking about other things, Chen Jiajun understood that the deal was done.

From now on, I'll have someone protecting me in San Francisco.

After chatting for a while, Jeffrey said goodbye.

After all, he couldn't possibly spend the entire banquet alone with Chen Jiajun.

Dinner parties like these are places to build connections; for example, Chen Jiajun and his group were targeted by others.

"Hello Mr. Chen, let me introduce myself. I am Fang Ping, a member of the California Chinese Chamber of Commerce." A young man ran up to Chen Jiajun and introduced himself.

"Hello, Mr. Fang!" Although Chen Jiajun didn't know the other party's purpose, he still nodded and greeted him.

Fang Ping seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation: "Mr. Chen, are you from Hong Kong? My hometown is also Hong Kong!"

"Oh? What a coincidence, we're even from the same hometown," Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

"Yes, I've heard of Mr. Chen's great name in North America for a long time. I didn't expect you to make such a big splash in North America without making a sound!" Fang Ping said flatteringly.

This was indeed something the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce hadn't expected.

Chen Jiajun had unknowingly developed such a large force in San Francisco.

United Aerospace Capital, Yahu Company, Inter Company, and others are all related to high technology.

This made these Chinese business associations very envious, and they wanted to use Chen Jiajun's identity to gain entry.

That's why I specially sent someone to visit today, intending to take the opportunity to win over Chen Jiajun.

Although Chen Jiajun still didn't know what these people were up to, they were still talking to him like that.

Since the other party wasn't in a hurry, Chen Jiajun wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

After going around in circles for a while, Fang Ping finally couldn't hold back.

He extended an invitation to Chen Jiajun: "Mr. Chen, we are all family here. Would you be interested in joining our Chinese Chamber of Commerce? Our Chamber covers all walks of life and adheres to the principle of mutual benefit and assistance, where compatriots help each other!"

Upon hearing Fang Ping's words, a glint of light flashed in Chen Jiajun's eyes.

He neither refused nor agreed, but simply said, "I'm sorry, I don't know much about the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, so I'm afraid I can't give you an answer right now."

Fang Ping looked somewhat disappointed, but he quickly smiled and said, "Of course, Mr. Chen can learn more before making a decision!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and nodded, then got up to take his leave.

After the man left, Cao Wei suddenly approached Chen Jiajun and asked, "Boss, what did that guy want from you?"

Chen Jiajun shrugged and said, "They said they wanted me to join the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce!"

"You didn't agree to their offer, did you?" Cao Weicai was startled.

"No, why are you reacting so strongly?" Chen Jiajun said with a puzzled look.

Cao Weicai sneered and said, "Because those people are a bunch of bastards. There are quite a few Chinese people who have been swindled out of their fortunes by them!"

"Is there a story behind it?" Chen Jiajun asked curiously.

Cao Weicai nodded and said, "Back then, one of my uncles came to America. He was originally in the foreign trade business and had some money in his pocket! He also knew a lot of foreigners, so he simply immigrated here to develop his career."

“Initially, his business was doing very well, even reaching the top level in an industry in New York, which attracted the attention of these Chinese business associations.”

"After joining the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and cooperating with some so-called fellow countrymen, I was not only swindled out of my company, but also became addicted to drugs and incurred a huge debt. A perfectly good boss actually needed my help as a junior. Not long after, I couldn't bear the disparity in my heart and committed suicide."

Cao Weicai spoke of this matter with gritted teeth and agitated emotions.

Chen Jiajun said with some surprise, "There are such things? But not all of them are like this, are they?"

Cao Weicai took a deep breath and said, "I don't deny that there are good people, but most of them no longer consider themselves Chinese. Instead, they use this identity as a tool for cheating and deception."

"The saying 'When fellow countrymen meet, tears well up in their eyes' is utter nonsense. In America, it's 'When fellow countrymen meet, they'll stab you in the back!'"

"You probably don't know this, but many of the bosses in these Chinese chambers of commerce run sweatshops! They specifically target Chinese people who have illegally immigrated, trick them into working in their factories, and exploit them to the death! They've long since become accomplices to those American bloodsuckers!"

After listening to Cao Weicai's words, Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I understand. I told them I would think about it and didn't agree to their request!"

"That's good!" Cao Weicai added, "Boss, from now on, you should be wary of any Chinese people you encounter in America! Since the older generation died, people nowadays simply don't understand what patriotism is!" (End of Chapter)