Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

After hearing this, the old woman immediately started coughing violently again.

She said haltingly, "This... this old... woman can't do it! You'll have to find someone else!"

Seeing that the old woman was coughing badly, Chen Jiajun picked up the kettle next to him and poured her a glass of water.

After seeing that the old woman had calmed down a bit, he asked, "Do you know what happened? Why was I suddenly brought to Kowloon Walled City?"

The old woman said to Chen Jiajun with an annoyance, "Young man, you're really curious! Shouldn't you have asked who can take you back first?"

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said, "It's a rare opportunity like this, so I might as well satisfy my curiosity!"

The old woman shook her head firmly: "You can't participate in anything here, not even a single thing!"

"Alright!" Chen Jiajun could clearly sense that the old woman was somewhat dissatisfied, so he could only sigh and say, "Then who should I ask to take me back?"

"Wait here!" The old woman went back inside, rummaged around for a while before coming out and handing Chen Jiajun a business card.

The business card only contained the name Lin Fengqiao and a phone number.

The old woman said to Chen Jiajun, "Go find him, he should know how to help you! Just call him Uncle Feng, he shouldn't refuse."

Chen Jiajun put the business card away and thanked her sincerely, "Thank you, Grandma!"

"Alright, we've talked long enough. I should see you out now! Remember, don't get involved in what's going on here, and don't come back!" The old woman said to Chen Jiajun as she stood up.

Chen Jiajun nodded, then helped the old woman out of the room.

The old woman was moving very slowly, and Chen Jiajun could not feel any warmth in her hand as he supported her.

It's like... holding a piece of dead wood.

The old woman didn't say anything more to Chen Jiajun along the way; she just guided him forward.

After walking for about several tens of minutes, the old woman suddenly started coughing violently again.

Chen Jiajun couldn't help but ask, "You... this situation is quite serious! Aren't you going to the hospital to get it checked out? And what about your descendants?"

"The hospital?" The old woman smiled and said, "No need. There's no need for someone like me who's nearing the end of my life to waste money! Besides, I've lived a lonely life, so where would I find any descendants?"

The old woman then refused Chen Jiajun's help and pointed to an iron gate not far away, saying, "You'll leave the village once you walk through this iron gate! Remember what I told you!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Thank you for your help!"

After saying that, Chen Jiajun stepped out of the iron gate and disappeared from the old woman's sight.

Looking at the spot where Chen Jiajun disappeared, the old woman sighed, "Sigh... I've encountered everything!"

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After a moment of disorientation, Chen Jiajun found that light had returned to his eyes.

He turned around and looked behind him, only to find that the rusty iron gate had vanished into thin air.

Instead, there was a wall.

Shops, neon signs, and a road appeared ahead.

Just as Chen Jiajun was in a daze, a woman's shrill voice came from above: "You bastard, who are you? What are you doing here?"

Chen Jiajun looked up and saw a woman in pajamas staring at him warily.

It seems that if Chen Jiajun doesn't give a reasonable explanation, this woman might call for help.

Chen Jiajun didn't want to get entangled with this difficult middle-aged woman any longer, so he quickly said, "Sorry, you've come to the wrong place. I'll leave right away!"

After saying that, Chen Jiajun immediately walked from the alley in front of him onto the main road.

"You little rascal, always looking sneaky!" The woman cursed as she watched Chen Jiajun leave before returning home.

Chen Jiajun was speechless for a moment, then looked around curiously.

Just as Chen Jiajun had predicted, the world he was in was not around 2000 at all, but rather back to the 1980s.

The vehicles on the street and the surrounding environment all told Chen Jiajun this.

After glancing around, Chen Jiajun sighed and said, "Forget it, let's find someone first!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun took out his business card and his mobile phone together.

Just as I was about to dial the number on the business card, I found that the number was also just a string of gibberish.

Chen Jiajun then realized that mobile phones probably hadn't appeared in Hong Kong yet at that time.

"Damn it, I don't know if Hong Kong dollars will still work. If they won't, that'll be a real problem!" Chen Jiajun muttered to himself.

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun took out his wallet, and sure enough, he found that all the money in his wallet had turned into blank sheets of paper.

Now, he has nothing of value on him.

"Damn it, they're not going to make me start all over again, are they?!" Chen Jiajun suddenly felt an urge to curse.

Just as Chen Jiajun was racking his brains for a solution, he suddenly bumped into someone.

Then, looking up, he found a fierce-looking kid staring at him, who immediately started cursing at Chen Jiajun: "What are you looking at, you bastard! You want to die?!"

The kid was swinging a butterfly knife around, with two lackeys beside him watching Chen Jiajun with mocking expressions.

As if they were waiting to see a good show.

This kid is clearly a street thug.

Chen Jiajun hadn't encountered this situation in many years, and even missed it somewhat.

The kid brandished a knife in his hand and said to Chen Jiajun, "You bastard, can't you understand what I'm saying?! Stop staring! Believe me or not, I'll kill you!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to the gangster, "What do you want?"

"Apologize! Seeing how well you're dressed, just take out a few thousand dollars and I'll forgive you!" The kid looked Chen Jiajun up and down, then said with a greedy look on his face.

Chen Jiajun almost burst out laughing: "Five thousand dollars? No problem! Five dollars?"

"Five dollars? You think you can fob off a beggar?!" The gangster was furious and held the butterfly knife in his hand to Chen Jiajun's neck.

This kind of guy wouldn't dare to kill someone in the street; he just wanted to scare Chen Jiajun.

But as soon as he handed over the knife, Chen Jiajun grabbed his wrist, snatched the butterfly knife away, and then slapped him across the face with a large slap.

He moved so fast that even the two little devils beside him didn't have time to react.

A crisp slap was heard, and the gangster's cheek swelled up.

This was only because Chen Jiajun held back; otherwise, that slap would have at least resulted in a severe concussion.

The gangster was stunned by the beating and only came to his senses after a moment.

Enraged, he swung his fist at Chen Jiajun, yelling, "Get him!"

But before the gangster's fist could reach Chen Jiajun, Chen Jiajun struck again with lightning speed, giving the gangster another "five dollars".

This knocked out all of the gangster's teeth, leaving his mouth full of blood.

Passersby who witnessed this immediately moved away, pretending not to have seen anything.

Seeing Chen Jiajun make another move, the two thugs who were about to attack stopped in their tracks, looking at Chen Jiajun with fear on their faces.

Chen Jiajun wielded the butterfly knife in his hand, creating a blur of afterimages, and shaved off a significant portion of the thug's hair, scaring the thug so much that he almost wet his pants.

He was afraid that if Chen Jiajun's hand trembled, a part of his face would be missing.

Seeing that the guy's legs were trembling, Chen Jiajun stopped wielding his knife in annoyance, grabbed the gangster by the neck and said unhappily, "You scoundrels dare to come out and rob people?" Chen Jiajun's aura was too terrifying, and the gangster's two henchmen took off running without saying a word.

But the gangster couldn't escape, because Chen Jiajun's knife was still at his neck, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Do you have any money on you?" Chen Jiajun asked helplessly.

"Yes...yes!" The gangster nodded hurriedly and pulled out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket.

"Only a hundred dollars? What kind of boss are you!" Chen Jiajun reprimanded mercilessly, "You dare to take on underlings like this? You're a coward!"

The gangster said with a wronged expression, "I'm not qualified to take on followers, I..."

"Alright, alright!" Chen Jiajun snatched the banknotes from the other person's hand, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Get lost!"

Seeing Chen Jiajun remove the knife, the gangster took off running.

Once he had run far enough away, he yelled at Chen Jiajun, "You bastard with a shovel! My boss is Shimizu Flying Dragon! Don't you dare run away, or I'll have my boss kill you!"

Chen Jiajun was so angry he almost laughed. He pretended to chase after him, which scared the gangster into fleeing.

Seeing the other person scrambling and crawling, Chen Jiajun shook his head helplessly. He then took the banknotes and exchanged them for some coins at a nearby shop. He found a public phone booth and dialed the number on the business card.

After the call was connected, Chen Jiajun discovered that the call was from the West Kowloon Police Station.

On the other end of the phone was an older police officer: "Hello, this is the West Kowloon Police Station. Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me... is Officer Lin Fengqiao here?" Chen Jiajun asked.

"He retired and went back to his hometown. Who are you?" the policeman said casually.

Chen Jiajun immediately started lying: "Oh, I'm his distant cousin. I need to talk to him about something! May I ask where he is right now?"

"It's a deserted island over there, somewhere called Chicken Mountain," the policeman told Chen Jiajun.

After thanking him, Chen Jiajun hung up the phone.

Then, looking at the money in his hand and thinking about the location of the island, he suddenly felt a headache coming on.

"This little bit of money can't do anything! Besides, I'm starving!" Chen Jiajun was speechless and prepared to think of another way.

I found a roadside stall for a late-night snack, planning to grab something to eat to fill my stomach before finding a place to sleep.

We'll figure out how to get to the outlying islands the next day.

Just as the shop owner placed a steaming bowl of noodles in front of Chen Jiajun, a commotion broke out.

Chen Jiajun turned his head and saw several gangsters chasing and slashing a man with machetes in their hands.

The man then charged directly towards Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun immediately frowned.

He hates encountering this kind of thing the most.

Seeing the man reach out his hands to grab him, it was clear he wanted to use Chen Jiajun as a shield against the knife.

Chen Jiajun snorted coldly and kicked the small stool next to him away.

The man tripped over the small stool and fell flat on his face.

The gangsters were visibly stunned when they saw this.

Chen Jiajun, holding his bowl of noodles, said calmly, "You guys have fun, don't bother me while I'm eating!"

Chen Jiajun didn't have any good feelings towards these gangsters; it was simply because that man wanted to use him as a shield.

After winning over the man, Chen Jiajun moved to a different spot and started eating noodles heartily.

The gangsters were unsure who Chen Jiajun was, and they seemed too calm.

However, Chen Jiajun had no intention of intervening, so they simply ignored him and turned to the man in front of them, saying fiercely, "Kid, you fucking run away again!"

"Gentlemen, please give me a few more days. I'll pay you back as soon as I have the money!" The man, with blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Young Master Chen, you still think you're the eldest son of the Chen family?" the gangster sneered. "I don't think you can ever pay back the debt you owe our boss. Why don't you just have your girlfriend pay it off? Let her work at the Emperor Nightclub for a month, and she'll have all the money she needs."

The man called Young Master Chen quickly waved his hand: "Give me some time, tomorrow, and I will definitely be able to pay back the money I owe you!"

"Tomorrow? What makes you think you can do that?" The gangsters didn't really want to kill this guy; their goal was still money.

Chen Shao quickly replied, "Didn't I go to Thailand a while ago? I inherited my uncle's estate, but I need some time to deal with it!"

"Really?" The gangster immediately stopped what he was doing.

Young Master Chen nodded hurriedly: "I wouldn't dare lie to you, boss! If I were really running away from my debts, I definitely wouldn't be going back to Hong Kong! Don't you agree?"

The gangster was clearly intimidated by Young Master Chen, so he nodded and said, "Fine, I'll give you one more day. If I don't see the money by tomorrow, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely offer it to you tomorrow!" Young Master Chen said ingratiatingly.

After getting rid of the gang of thugs, Chen Shao visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he straightened his suit and was about to turn and leave, Chen Jiajun, who was eating a bowl of noodles and wiping his mouth, said calmly, "Young Master Chen, you've settled things with them, but things with me aren't over yet!"

Chen Shao froze, then turned to Chen Jiajun and asked, "You are...?"

"Don't you know who you owe money to? Do I need to remind you?" Chen Jiajun sneered. "Or do you want me to come find you myself?"

Chen Jiajun is currently penniless, so naturally he needs to find a way to make money.

He had witnessed the conversation between this young master Chen and the gangsters.

Initially, Chen Shao was thought to be just a gambling addict, but Chen Jiajun, having held a high position for many years, had developed a keen eye for people. He could tell that Chen Shao wasn't just fooling those thugs; he genuinely believed he could pay back the money by tomorrow.

This piqued Chen Jiajun's curiosity!
You can tell at a glance that Chen Shao is the kind of spendthrift son from a wealthy family.

However, since he was forced to borrow money at exorbitant interest rates, it is clear that he has already squandered all his family's wealth.

The reason they're so confident now is either because they've made a fortune or they've found another way to make money.

Regardless of the type, it means he can definitely come up with a sum of money.

Chen Jiajun himself is not a good person, so he plans to swindle this young master Chen out of his money.

Chen Shao's face immediately darkened, and he forced a smile, saying, "How could I! I'll pay it back tomorrow! You heard me earlier, I'm rushing back to deal with my uncle's inheritance!"

Chen Jiajun naturally didn't believe Chen Shao's nonsense.

He slapped Chen Shao across the face and said coldly, "You think I'd believe your nonsense? Do you think I'm one of those lowly punks?"

Chen Jiajun's murderous aura terrified Chen Shao, who quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm telling the truth..."

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun ignored him and instead fiddled with the butterfly knife he had gotten from that gangster, and walked step by step toward Young Master Chen.

Chen Shao, looking flustered, was forced back step by step by Chen Jiajun, until he was pushed to the edge of the wall.

Chen Shao, that gambling addict, finally broke down: "Boss, can you come with me tonight? I'll pay you on the spot."

Chen Jiajun immediately smiled and said, "Fine, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If I find out you're playing me, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

Compared to the previous gangsters, Chen Shao felt that Chen Jiajun was even more terrifying.

The pressure on him was immense enough that he finally gave in.

The two hailed a taxi, and Chen told them the location of a high-end private club.

Chen Jiajun looked at Chen Shao with some surprise and said, "I didn't realize that a piece of trash like you, who's drowning in debt, would have such mahjong partners?" (End of Chapter)