Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

That evening, Jack and other FBI agents received the news and rushed to the scene.

Working overtime late at night, everyone has a lot of grievances.

The vice-captain said to Jack, "Brother, something big has happened here!"

Jack walked over and was also shocked by the scene before him.

The vice-captain shrugged and said, "They're all Japanese gangsters, lined up like they're being executed!"

Jack looked around carefully, then said, "This is a robbery!"

"What?" the FBI rookie asked, looking completely bewildered. "How did you figure that out?"

Jack pointed to the cars next to him and said, "Look at the distance between these cars. These guys are escorting something important! Whatever it is, it's definitely important!"

"These guys are all watchdogs, but they left their guns in the car. Only one type of person can make these guys submit!"

The deputy captain quickly realized what was happening, nodded, and said, "Police!"

“At least that’s what they think the police are!” Jack said seriously.

Upon hearing this, the two mascot sheriffs of the San Francisco Police Department immediately tensed up: "Wait, wait, you mean... this was done by the police?"

Jack said bluntly, "It's at least related to the police!"

This was a very serious accusation, and the sheriff immediately retorted, "That's impossible! So, you guys could be guilty too!"

Jack didn't want to waste any more words with the two mascots, and instead said to the vice-captain, "I remember you investigated the guy who gave Ryokawa Shiro the green light for smuggling?"

“That’s right, Sheriff Andrews!” The deputy captain nodded and said, “Boss, you mean, this guy betrayed Ryokawa Shiro?”

Jack said calmly, "Anything is possible. Besides, how could a corrupt cop have any professional ethics? He'll help whoever pays the most!"

The vice-captain nodded: "That's right, but what do we do?"

“I’m going to have a good talk with this Sheriff Andrews!” Jack said coldly.

……

Nighttime, at a warehousing and logistics company under the Zhang family enterprise.

Inside warehouse number sixteen.

The men were removing the accessories from several police cars, and in no time the police cars disappeared silently, turning into several inconspicuous sedans.

The remaining people unloaded a luxury sports car from the truck.

Xiao Fu carefully examined the sports car, then directly lifted the convertible top.

Then everyone saw a metal box appear in front of them.

Xiao Fu opened the box, inside were two golden horses that were wrapped up very well.

Upon seeing this thing, Di Wu immediately reached out to grab it.

Unfortunately, Xiao Fu grabbed Di Wu's hand immediately, his eyes filled with a strong warning.

Di Wu angrily shook off Xiao Fu's hand, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Xiao Fu sneered and repacked the items, appearing very professional.

……

Xiao Fu was carrying out his own plan, while Chen Jiajun had already arrived at the Huaqing Gang's territory.

After experiencing internal turmoil in the 1980s, the Huaqing Gang has long lost its former glory.

It's worth noting that at its peak, the Huaqing Gang was able to rival Mexican drug lords and even had its own islands and private armed forces overseas.

Moreover, the Huaqing Gang has close ties with the Italian mafia, and the two sides cooperate very well.

It was just an internal strife that inevitably led the Huaqing Gang down a path of decline.

At that time, many members of the Huaqing Gang split off and formed new gangs, which greatly weakened the Huaqing Gang's power.

Subsequently in San Francisco, the leader of the Huaqing Gang was assassinated by the Zhang family of the Number Gang, who seized the San Francisco territory from them and drove them to other cities.

That's why Chen Jiajun came to the Huaqing Gang, not another force.

Chen Jiajun led Doom into a Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles' Chinatown.

The cashier at the door waved impatiently at Chen Jiajun and said, "We're closed. Go on, go on!"

Chen Jiajun glanced at the henchmen smoking marijuana and drinking, shook his head, and said, "Is this how your Huaqing Gang does business now?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" The henchman immediately stood up and yelled at Chen Jiajun, "Do I need you to teach me how to do business?"

This guy is clearly an ABC (American-born Chinese), even when he's swearing, he uses English.

Chen Jiajun looked at his loud and boisterous underling and said calmly, "I really don't like it when people talk to me like that!"

"You son of a bitch..." The underling grabbed a wine bottle, trying to scare Chen Jiajun.

But then Doom, who was behind him, suddenly reached out and grabbed his underling's wrist.

Compared to Doom's strong physique, this little brother was practically as thin as a bean sprout.

Even with just a little force, Doom could break his hand.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go of me right now!" the henchman immediately yelled. "Get the hell out here, someone's causing trouble!"

Chen Jiajun didn't even glance at these people. He found a seat in the restaurant, sat down, and started reading a newspaper.

Then a large group of people ran out from the back of the restaurant. Some of them were chefs, some were vegetable cutters, and some were dishwashers. They were all employees of the restaurant.

The middle-aged chef in the lead said menacingly to Chen Jiajun and Dumu, "Where are you guys from? How dare you cause trouble on our Huaqing Gang's turf!"

Chen Jiajun glanced at the chef and said, "I've made an appointment with your boss, Qian Keli! If possible, could you also bring me a plate of stir-fried beef noodles, a plate of fried pork chop, and a glass of lemonade? Thanks!"

The chef was visibly taken aback upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words.

Then the cashier scrambled to his feet in a rage, grabbed a bottle, and was about to smash it over Doom's head, yelling, "What's with all this nonsense? Get him!"

With this kid leading the way, the others rushed towards Doom without any regard for anything else.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said to Doom, "Don't kill them. Let's give them some face on their turf!" Doom spread his hands and said, "Got it, boss!"

Then, to the astonishment of the middle-aged chef, Doom transformed into a terrifying meat grinder.

No matter who went up, Doom would just grab them and throw them out.

In no time, everyone in the restaurant except the middle-aged chef was huddled together.

The brat who had been the most vocal earlier was now at the very bottom, with Doom placing him at the very bottom.

As Chen Jiajun flipped through the newspaper, he said to the middle-aged chef, "Now, can you go prepare my lunch? Please hurry up, and don't bring out that kind of stuff to fool foreigners!"

At this moment, the middle-aged chef seemed to wake up from a dream, and walked towards the kitchen with a grim expression.

A moment later, the chef brought out the dishes that Chen Jiajun had ordered and placed them on the table.

But his face was grim as he said, "No one has ever dared to humiliate the Huaqing Gang like this!"

Chen Jiajun sneered dismissively and said, "Then tell me, how did you get kicked out of San Francisco?"

Upon hearing this, the chef's face darkened even further, turning as black as the bottom of a pot. He snorted coldly and turned to make a phone call.

After Chen Jiajun finished his lunch, a commotion arose at the door.

A bald man with a gold necklace around his neck walked in from outside.

Seeing his underlings lying on the ground, the bald man walked directly to Chen Jiajun and sat down, smiling as he said, "Mr. Chen, why are you so angry? I was just a little late, you don't have to take it out on my underlings!"

The bald man in front of you is Qian Keli, the current leader of the Huaqing Gang.

This guy is also a second-generation ABC (American-born Chinese), but he looks much better than that brat from before.

At least this guy can speak fluent Cantonese.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Your little brother provoked my bodyguards and even called for reinforcements to attack. I didn't let my bodyguards hurt anyone, which is already giving you plenty of face! You're the first person to make me wait while we're talking business!"

Qian Keli didn't think Chen Jiajun was lying, and he also knew what kind of people his underlings were.

He could only laugh awkwardly and say, "I hope you don't mind, I really had something come up at the last minute!"

Chen Jiajun put down his newspaper and said, "Alright, now that you're here, let's get down to business!"

"Mr. Chen coming to me to do business is a great honor!" Qian Keli said with a smile. "May I ask what Mr. Chen can do for me?"

Although Chankel was in America, he wasn't completely unaware of what was happening in Hong Kong.

On the contrary, the more people learned about Chen Jiajun, the more humble he appeared.

Because the young man in front of you can be described as a real god of wealth.

The scale of industries in America is beyond the reach of gangsters like them.

With such a lucky charm coming to him for business, Qian Keli naturally had to treat Chen Jiajun like royalty.

Even if he beat up his own underlings, or even if he beat up the whole thing, Qian Keli would still have to put on a smiling face.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Alright, then I'll get straight to the point! Is your Huaqing Gang interested in the territory of the Zhang family and the Yamaguchi-gumi in San Francisco?"

"Huh?" Qian Keli was stunned when he heard Chen Jiajun's words. Then he said cautiously, "Mr. Chen, are you... joking with me?"

Chen Jiajun glanced at him and said, "Do you think I'm so free that I have time to joke with you like this?"

Chancree's eyes widened immediately, and he said, "You don't mean... that's impossible!"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Nothing is impossible! Because of some things, I have to take action against these two organizations! However, I have no intention of developing a gang in America, so I came to you!"

"Give me a reasonable price, and I can let you take over the territory of these two gangs without losing a single soldier!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Qian Keli immediately became conflicted.

It's impossible that he doesn't want to take back his territory in San Francisco.

Qian Keli still remembered his grandfather's words, but the Huaqing Gang was now in decline.

The departure of organizations such as the Yueqing Gang, the Black Dragon Gang, and the White Dragon Gang has caused the Huaqing Gang to suffer heavy losses. Even if Chen Jiajun were to present such tempting conditions to him now, Qian Keli would not be able to accept them.

So Qian Keli hesitated for a moment and said to Chen Jiajun, "Mr. Chen, our Huaqing Gang is also facing some difficulties recently. What do you think...?"

Seeing Qian Keli's hesitant look, Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "Business is business. We've just met, there's no reason for you to get something for free!"

The words Chankel was about to say were swallowed back down his throat, leaving him instantly embarrassed.

After thinking for a long time, Chankel still didn't know what to do.

He simply laid down his pride and said to Chen Jiajun, "Since Mr. Chen has come to our Huaqing Gang, he must have something he wants from us. Just take whatever you need, how about it?"

Giving someone else the right to set a price is clearly a major taboo in business negotiations.

But Chankel doesn't have a better solution right now.

San Francisco was extremely important to the Chinese Youth Gang.

That's why Chankel resorted to this desperate measure.

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "Aren't you afraid I'll ask for an exorbitant amount!"

“Mr. Chen, a man of such importance, how could you possibly be interested in the meager assets of our Huaqing Gang!” Qian Keli shook his head and said, “You don’t even want the properties in San Francisco, what else could you possibly want?”

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Alright, since you put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony..."

The two talked for a long time, until the city lights came on.

Qian Keli treated Chen Jiajun to a nice Cantonese meal.

After all, the Huaqing Gang was founded by a group of cooks who couldn't stand the oppression.

So the Huaqing Gang doesn't have much of anything, except for a lot of Chinese restaurants.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Chen Jiajun got up to say goodbye. As he left, he said to Qian Keli, "I'll call you once things are ready in San Francisco! Make sure you have what I need ready then!"

Chankel nodded quickly and said, "No problem, Mr. Chen!" (End of Chapter)