Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Upon arriving in Jakarta, Chen Jiajun was immediately greeted by local Chinese residents.

Through messages passed between refugees, the Chinese here also learned about Brunei's policies, and many of them were very interested.

Therefore, upon learning that Chen Jiajun came from Brunei, they all expressed a warm welcome.

"Hello, are you Mr. Chen?" A lean middle-aged man walked over, shook hands with Chen Jiajun, and said, "My name is Yu Ye. Welcome, this way please."

"Hello!" Chen Jiajun nodded, then followed Yu Ye into the car.

On the way, Chen Jiajun inquired about the situation of the Chinese community in Jakarta. Yu Ye sighed and said, "We are in a very bad situation right now! We can feel that these natives are targeting us!"

"In just a few days, more than 20 shops were looted by the locals. Anyone who dared to stop them was sure to be beaten up. The worst part is that the local police did absolutely nothing! They didn't care about this at all!"

Chen Jiajun nodded, then asked, "Is that all?"

Yu Ye shook his head and said, "Of course not. I've heard a lot of rumors. Some people are spreading rumors that we Chinese plundered the property of these natives, which is why they are poor!"

Yu Ye continued, still somewhat indignant, "It's clearly these natives' laziness and cunning that led to their poverty, and the current economic problems are a result of the financial crisis caused by the local government's reckless lending. I don't understand why they're shifting the blame onto us!"

"Most importantly, this kind of statement has also garnered a lot of support from the local people. I think if this continues, it will definitely cause a big mess!"

Chen Jiajun listened silently to Yu Ye's complaints, then said calmly, "And then, you didn't have any countermeasures at all?"

"Why not?" Yu Ye sighed and said, "Unfortunately, it's not very useful at all. Besides, everyone is just minding their own business right now. Who would dare to take such a big risk! If my businesses weren't all in Indonesia, I would also like to go to Brunei."

Chen Jiajun asked curiously, "Are you guys really that optimistic? What if a riot really breaks out?"

"This...it can't be that bad, can it?" Yu Ye said somewhat guiltily.

Hearing that Yu Ye himself had this attitude, Chen Jiajun simply shut his mouth.

Logically speaking, nearly 15 percent of the population shouldn't be bullied to this extent.

However, this is how the Chinese have always been; unless they are in dire straits, they are used to accepting whatever comes their way. This is what Chen Jiajun is most dissatisfied with.

Moreover, Chen Jiajun could sense that Brunei was merely a backup plan for them.

However, Chen Jiajun would not blame these people, because if he hadn't known beforehand, he wouldn't have known that things would become this serious.

Moreover, many overseas Chinese came from Southeast Asia, and many of them have built up businesses of a certain scale there, after all, it's hard to part with wealth!

However, according to Silva's understanding, a considerable number of these people have close ties with the United States, and many of them are from Taiwan!
These people's stance is quite problematic.

Returning to this matter, Chen Jiajun would never believe it if the United States hadn't been stirring things up.

In particular, Chen Jiajun had an extremely poor relationship with the CIA, and he even suspected that the so-called "collapse plan" was orchestrated by the CIA.

Upon arriving at a hotel run by Chinese people, we found that the main entrance had been boarded up.

It was only after Yu Ye knocked on the door that a pair of eyes peeked out from the crack in the door.

In the current situation, very few hotels and guesthouses are open. Only after seeing that the two people are Chinese will the people inside dare to open the door.

Moreover, when guarding the door, he would look around anxiously, as if afraid of being discovered by someone.

After hastily inviting Chen Jiajun and Yu Ye inside, the hotel owner immediately ordered his staff to seal the main entrance.

After entering the hotel, Chen Jiajun found that the hotel was full of people.

The hotel owner said to Yu Ye with displeasure, "Why are you only just getting back?"

Yu Ye said with a wry smile, "I'm just going to pick someone up. This is Mr. Chen from Brunei!"

Upon hearing Yu Ye's words, the hotel owner's eyes lit up, and he extended his hand to Chen Jiajun, saying, "Mr. Chen, can Brunei send people to provide assistance?"

Chen Jiajun looked at the guy in front of him with a puzzled expression and said, "Why do you all want to go to Brunei? Wouldn't it be better to just go back to China?"

The hotel owner's face immediately showed an embarrassed expression as he said, "My father changed our identities to Indonesian a long time ago. The Chinese embassy does indeed protect Chinese people, but it only protects those with Chinese passports!"

"Many of us were cheated by our ancestors, and now we only have two choices: go to Taiwan or go to Brunei! Taiwan... seems unreliable no matter what, so we have no choice but to ask for help from our fellow Chinese in Brunei!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "I see. If you want to leave, I can help you a little! But what I want to know now is the situation in Indonesia!"

The hotel owner paused for a moment, then looked at Chen Jiajun and said, "Mr. Chen, why are you asking this?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "The Indonesians have extended their reach into Brunei, so I think they need to be taught a lesson!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, the hotel owner gasped in shock, staring at Chen Jiajun with a look of horror, as if he were looking at a madman.

Chen Jiajun wasn't angry. He knew that not everyone could understand this kind of thinking, so he said to the hotel owner, "I'll give you three days to gather those who want to leave at the hotel. I'll send someone to escort you out of the country then! I need a guide now. I wonder who can do it?"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, everyone in the hotel hesitated.

They just want to leave Indonesia as soon as possible; being a guide... well, forget about it!

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, a young woman stepped forward and said, "Mr. Chen, I can!"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the girl.

The girl was very young, at most a college student, with dark skin and not particularly outstanding looks.

But the unyielding hatred in her eyes piqued Chen Jiajun's interest: "This is dangerous, are you sure?"

The girl nodded, gritting her teeth as she said, "If Mr. Chen is seeking revenge, please be sure to take me with you!"

"It seems you've encountered some bad things!" Chen Jiajun said, stroking his chin.

The girl didn't hide anything and nodded, saying, "My father, my brother, and my boyfriend were all killed by these damned Indonesians. They broke into my family's shop, looted everything, and then tried to harm me and my mother. My father, brother, and boyfriend fought them to the death, and in the end, they were all killed by these people! So, I want revenge!"

"Jiahui...don't do anything foolish!" At this moment, a middle-aged woman grabbed the girl's hand and said with a mournful face.

The girl shook off the middle-aged woman's hand and said coldly, "You can find another backer without any guilt, but I can't! Now that I have this opportunity, I'm going to kill them!"

Faced with her daughter, the middle-aged woman could only cry but couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Jiajun looked at the girl named Jia Hui with satisfaction and said, "Alright, you're the one! Pack your things and come with me! I need you to show me the way!"

Jia Hui nodded, grabbed a small bag, and followed Chen Jiajun.

He left the hotel amidst the complicated gazes of the crowd.

After getting in the car, Chen Jiajun asked Jia Hui, "Where in Jakarta is the most concentrated commercial area, and where are the Chinese people most frequently robbed?"

Jia Hui immediately said, "It's in Jakarta's old town, near the Mandiri Bank Museum."

Chen Jiajun nodded, then took out his phone and notified his men to prepare to assemble.

My men have all infiltrated Jakarta through various means, and two hundred men are more than enough to do a lot of things.

Then Chen Jiajun said to Jia Hui, "Do you know where those thugs who robbed your house usually hang out?"

“I know, they’re local gang members!” Jia Hui nodded. “They hang around the old streets of Nottford. They control a lot of illegal businesses in the area, which is why they dare to be so arrogant!”

Chen Jiajun immediately smiled and said, "Very good, let's start with them!"

Soon they arrived near the Mandiri Bank Museum. To avoid attracting too much attention, Chen Jiajun turned off the car and parked it in a nearby alley, waiting for his men to appear.

A few moments later, several small teams arrived in batches, led by local natives.

Once everyone had arrived, Chen Jiajun said to Jia Hui, "Where are those gangsters you mentioned? Take us there!"

Upon seeing these people, Jia Hui was overjoyed and immediately led Chen Jiajun and the others to the gang's location.

Despite Indonesia's dire economic situation, its entertainment industry shows no signs of decline.

Chen Jiajun, accompanied by Jia Hui and a group of his men, stormed into a bar.

Upon entering, Chen Jiajun saw that the store was noisy, and the huge sound waves made his heart pound.

Although Indonesia is a religious country, bars thrive.

The glitz and glamour inside the bar are no less than anywhere else.

Upon seeing Chen Jiajun and his entourage enter.

Two natives walked over aggressively, pushing Chen Jiajun's shoulders and shouting, clearly not saying anything nice.

Chen Jiajun looked at Jia Hui beside him and said, "What are these bastards saying?"

“They said… tell us to get out!” Jia Hui clearly didn’t dare say the exact words, and could only give a general explanation.

Chen Jiajun smiled slightly, then immediately pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the forehead of the shouting gang member.

"Sorry, I don't understand! But I think you guys are very rude!" After saying that, Chen Jiajun pulled the trigger.

Anyway, he's here to kill people today. As for who to kill? He'll kill whoever gets in his way!

The moment the gunshot rang out, the previously noisy bar fell silent, and a group of gang members immediately drew their guns and prepared to switch places.

Chen Jiajun grabbed the panicked Jia Hui and said with a faint smile, "No need to hide, they are the ones who should be hiding now!"

As Chen Jiajun finished speaking, dozens of his young demon slaves stormed into the bar, pulled out rifles, and started shooting at the group of gang members.

The young demon slaves had already undergone training by Guojun Security Company, and each of them was armed to the teeth.

Dealing with these local gangs, even when the opponents were armed, was practically a one-sided massacre. Even some of the Indonesian patrons in the bar were shot dead in the crossfire.

After dealing with everyone in the hall, Chen Jiajun said to Jia Hui, "Come here, see if any of your enemies are here!"

The scene of blood and gore before her eyes made Jia Hui, an ordinary girl, feel nauseous.

However, driven by a strong desire for revenge, she didn't shy away from carefully examining the faces of these gang members.

“No, those people must be the leaders!” Jia Hui shook her head and said.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "Search and see if anyone else is hiding!"

"Understood, boss!" The young demon slaves under his command immediately scattered and began searching the bar.

Soon, gunshots rang out from an office in the bar.

The gunshots quickly stopped, and then several young demon slaves strode out carrying a few monkey-like creatures, which they then threw directly in front of Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun glanced at Jia Hui, who was trembling all over, staring venomously at the man in front of her. She shouted at Chen Jiajun, "It's him! He's the one who killed my father!"

The gang member looked at Jia Hui and remembered who she was. He glared at her and said viciously, "You damn bitch, how dare you bring people here for revenge! I'll skin you alive and gouge your eyes out!"

Chen Jiajun snorted coldly and kicked the gang leader in the chin, instantly rendering him unable to speak.

He then took out his sidearm and handed it to Jia Hui beside him, saying, "Your enemy is right here. Shoot him! This is the safety; just turn it on and pull the trigger!"

Jia Hui took Chen Jiajun's gun, disengaged the safety as instructed by Chen Jiajun, and then pulled the trigger at the gang leader.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!
After Zhi Jiahui emptied the magazine, Chen Jiajun grabbed her hand and took the gun away.

At this point, the gang leader was covered in bullet holes and was beyond dead!

After killing the gang leader, Jia Hui's face turned deathly pale, her previous ferocity gone.

After all, killing a living person with your own hands has a huge psychological impact on an ordinary person.

Chen Jiajun casually picked up a bottle of whiskey from the bar, poured himself a glass, and handed it to Jia Hui: "I think you should need some of this right now!"

Jia Hui took it without thinking and gulped it down, but because she drank it too fast, she choked and kept coughing.

"Are you feeling better now?" Chen Jiajun said to Jia Hui with a smile.

Jia Hui put down her wine glass and nodded: "Thank you, I feel much better now!"

Then Jia Hui looked curiously at Chen Jiajun's subordinate and walked over with a mop.

She asked curiously, "What are you planning to do? Are you going to clean the house?"

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "Do you think that's possible?"

"Yeah, right!" Jia Hui said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Chen Jiajun glanced at his busy subordinates and said calmly, "We should at least leave them some gifts!"

As Jia Hui was speaking, she saw the young demon slave use the blood on the ground to wet a mop and start writing on one of the walls of the bar.

Then, the words “One life must be repaid with ten lives” were written on the wall!
"How was that? Wasn't it satisfying?" Chen Jiajun said to Jia Hui with a smile.

Jia Hui nodded: "It really feels good, but won't doing this invite retaliation?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Jia Hui, "That depends on them being able to find us! Alright, this place is settled, next one! You can lead the way, no problem!"

“No problem!” Jia Hui nodded.

……

In one night, Chen Jiajun and his men visited more than a dozen bars.

Moreover, they all start firing at the drop of a hat.

The local gangs had never seen anything like this before. In particular, the leaders were all so frightened by the news that they went into hiding.

Soon, people noticed the blood-written words Chen Jiajun left in the bar, and these local communities turned their attention to the local Chinese community.

Hutchison Whampoa members in Indonesia were completely stunned when they received the news.

This black pot is huge and heavy!

This situation led to a brutal reprisal against Hutchison Whampoa. The head of Hutchison Whampoa in Indonesia, Monk Peng, didn't even have a chance to explain before his home was attacked that very night.

"Damn it, which bastard did this?!"

Once he regained his composure, Monk Peng immediately gathered his henchmen to protect him, and then asked them, "Do you know what happened?"

Chen Jiajun moved so fast that he would move on to the next shop after finishing one.

Therefore, almost none of the henchmen of Wo Hing Wo received any news and were completely bewildered.

"A bunch of useless bastards!" Monk Peng cursed, then picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The call connected quickly, and the person on the other end immediately launched into a tirade of abuse at Monk Peng: "Monk Peng, are you out of your mind? Why are you doing something like this at a time like this!"

Monk Peng felt more wronged than Dou E, and immediately said, "It really wasn't me. I was sleeping just now, how could I have let my men do such a thing?"

"Are they your subordinates?" the other party asked, somewhat puzzled.

Monk Peng scanned the crowd present, then shook his head again, saying, "They don't have that kind of guts!"

"Damn it, the Su family and the military have gone mad. They're planning to take action against you Chinese right now!" the person on the other end said angrily.

"Huh? What should we do then? You said you would protect me!" Monk Peng was dumbfounded.

The other party said helplessly, "I don't have any good solutions right now. Here's a boat for you to escape on your own!"

……

"Damn, these Indonesian gangs are really rich!"

Looking at the box full of cash, the young demon slave dragged it in front of Chen Jiajun and said.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "Now this money is no different from waste paper; it's too hard to even wipe your butt with."

"Huh? Boss, these local currencies are useless?" the young demon slave said in surprise.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Two thousand Indonesian Rupiahs are only worth one dollar. What good do you think that is?"

"Damn it!" The young demon slave kicked a box of banknotes aside in annoyance and cursed with a gloomy expression.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Alright, let's pack up and get ready to go!"

The young demon slaves all nodded, picked up their weapons, and prepared to leave.

After raiding multiple venues in one night, Jia Hui was already numb to it all.

Chen Jiajun glanced at Jia Hui and said with a smile, "Now that you've avenged yourself, are you planning to go to Brunei with the hotel staff, or stay here with me?"

After hearing this, Jia Hui replied almost without hesitation, "Of course we'll stay here. I want to see these damned natives screaming and wailing!"

Chen Jiajun, observing the transformation of this naive girl, asked with amusement, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm scared, but I think it's worth it!" Jia Hui said earnestly.

Chen Jiajun shrugged and said, "Whatever!"

Having dealt with these local community groups, it is believed that this has already attracted the attention of the Indonesian leadership.

Chen Jiajun immediately led his men to retreat. By the time the Indonesian police arrived, Chen Jiajun and his group had already disappeared into the night.

……

After venting his frustrations, Chen Jiajun contacted Brunei to send people to meet the Chinese who were preparing to flee to Brunei.

And it was Yaqi who was called in, to ensure that nothing went wrong.

After arriving, Yachi downed a bottle of beer, wiped his mouth, and said, "Boss, the boat is ready!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Send them in batches! Send one batch first!"

Because there weren't enough vehicles, these people had to be sent away in batches.

Fortunately, it's not too far from the port, otherwise it would be very troublesome.

As the head of the security company, Yaqi has a lot of experience in protecting people.

So this matter was entrusted to him, while Dum and Chen Jiajun were responsible for preventing these Indonesians from making a surprise return.

However, Chen Jiajun's worries were clearly unnecessary; the reaction time of these Indonesian natives was obviously slower than expected.

Chen Jiajun had not seen any other troops arrive to provide support until all the Chinese who intended to leave Indonesia had been safely put on the ship.

"Ha, with this level of skill, they dare to mess with Malaysia! No wonder they got beaten black and blue by those Englishmen!" Chen Jiajun scoffed disdainfully. (End of Chapter)