Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"Damn it, these dead pigeons, I'll get someone to net you all when I get back, then I'll make soup with you!"

Chen Jiajun angrily wiped the bird droppings off his body and shooed away the pigeons around him while cursing.

Chen Jiajun's unlucky appearance was seen by two foreigners who happened to be passing by, and they made a series of mocking noises.

"Damn it! I beat up a lot of you English devils back in Hong Kong, and I'll beat you up again back in your hometown!"

Already furious, Chen Jiajun exploded on the spot, grabbing the foreigner who was making a strange laugh and slapping him twice across the face.

The foreigner was stunned on the spot, and when he tried to fight back, Chen Jiajun kicked him.

His companions, still cursing and swearing, tried to come over to help, but then Doom, wearing sunglasses, and several burly henchmen walked over.

I must say, a few burly men in suits and sunglasses are intimidating enough.

The foreigners, who had initially come with great momentum to cause trouble, immediately turned pale with fear and fled upon seeing this scene.

Before Chen Jiajun could even vent his anger, those two guys got away.

So he vented his anger on the foreigners who were looking in their direction: "Look, look, look your ass! If you keep looking, I'll beat you white pigs up too!"

Chen Jiajun's fierce appearance scared away everyone around him.

For the past few days since arriving in London, Chen Jiajun has been burning with rage, wishing he could just throw some sarin gas at London.

These white pigs are all cowards who fear power but have no sense of morality. If you behave even slightly normally, they'll dare to bully you, which really annoys Chen Jiajun.

After straightening his tie, Chen Jiajun returned to the hotel.

Chen Jiajun had had enough of the pork fodder in England, so after changing his clothes, he went to a steakhouse in the chaotic neighborhood.

After all, that restaurant makes really good steaks.

After swaggering into the steakhouse, even the waiter trembled when he saw Chen Jiajun.

He had heard that a headless male corpse had been found in the room where he delivered food. This happened right after Chen Jiajun came knocking on his door.

"Get over here, I want to order." Chen Jiajun, still seething with anger, slammed his hand on the table and said menacingly to the waiter.

The waiter was almost in tears, looking at his boss with an innocent expression.

The boss also seemed a little surprised. Seeing that the waiter didn't dare to go over, he took the menu and walked up to Chen Jiajun himself: "Sir, I didn't expect you to dare to come back!"

"Huh? What's the problem?" Chen Jiajun asked in surprise.

The boss shrugged and said, "After all, you killed someone!"

"Who the hell said I killed him? Do you have any evidence?" Chen Jiajun scoffed.

"The police might need evidence, but the gang doesn't!" the boss said calmly. "Besides, George's men heard about you and are looking for you everywhere!"

Chen Jiajun sneered, "I'll say it again, George is nothing! I'm hungry, bring me the food!"

The owner seemed a little surprised, but having run a restaurant in this kind of place for so many years, he had seen a lot.

Hearing Chen Jiajun's confidence, she went to the kitchen to cook for him.

Soon a steak was served, and Chen Jiajun ate a few garlic bread rolls before starting to enjoy the meal.

But before Chen Jiajun could finish eating, trouble came knocking.

Several thugs with distinctly Chinese features walked in and rudely drove the customers out of the restaurant.

Just as he was about to walk towards Chen Jiajun, he was blocked by Doom.

Doom said in a nonchalant tone, "Our boss doesn't like to be disturbed when he's eating!"

"Do you even know who we are? Huh?" the thug yelled at Doom. "Believe me or not, I'll smash your glasses in!"

"I don't believe it!" Doom replied in his usual indifferent tone.

"Hey!" The thug immediately got angry and threw a punch at Doom's face.

This guy moves very fast, and at such close range, most people simply can't dodge it.

But before the thug's fist could land on Doom's face, he froze, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he knelt down, clutching his stomach.

When the others saw Doom make a move, they were immediately enraged and pulled out their knives to bleed him.

The restaurant owner said helplessly, "It was just renovated, it's very expensive! Why don't you go out and get some?"

Without looking up, Chen Jiajun said, "Did you hear that? Throw these bastards out and then have their boss come over and talk to them!"

Doom nodded, rushed over, knocked down all the thugs, then picked them up one by one and threw them all away.

The few thugs with bruised and swollen faces were no match for Doom, so they had to call for reinforcements.

A moment later, a car pulled up in front of the store, and a young man in a trench coat with slicked-back hair walked into the store surrounded by a group of thugs.

Judging from this guy's demeanor, he must be no nobody.

The young man sneered at Chen Jiajun and said, "Where are you from? You come to our territory without first paying your respects, and you even dare to impersonate one of our people. Do you not take us seriously?"

"Old Fu, Chaozhou, or Qingtian?" Chen Jiajun glanced at the young man and asked in a calm tone.

"Qingtian, Gan Yan!" The guy called Gan Yan frowned at Chen Jiajun: "I'm asking you a question. Which gang are you from?"

Chen Jiajun picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, then said to Gan Yan, "You're not qualified to ask my name! Gan Yan? What a lousy name, why don't you just call yourself Asshole?"

"You're asking for death!" Gan Yan was furious and immediately pulled out a gun from his waist.

Before he could even aim at Chen Jiajun, a sharp glint of light flashed, nearly severing his entire hand.

As Doom made his move, Chen Jiajun's men retaliated fiercely.

Anyone who dared to reach for a gun had their tendons severed by Doom, while the others were simply knocked away.

"Don't move, or you'll die!"

Doom held a dinner knife to Dry Eye's neck and said coldly.

Hearing Doom's indifferent tone, Gan Yan had no doubt that if he dared to make a move, the other party would dare to take his life directly.

Chen Jiajun patted Gan Yan's face, a humiliating gesture that made his face turn bright red.

"Kid, you'd better be glad you're not one of Lao Fu's men, otherwise it wouldn't be your wrists that are being slit, it would be your throats!" Chen Jiajun said to Gan Yan from his superior position. "Call your boss and have him come over here in person! Otherwise, prepare to collect your corpses."

Then Chen Jiajun turned to the restaurant owner and said, "Don't worry, we'll pay you for the cleaning later."

The restaurant owner's lips twitched slightly upon seeing this.

He already thought highly of Chen Jiajun, but he clearly underestimated him.

Chen Jiajun's few men beat more than a dozen people in the other side until they were crying for their parents. This is not the kind of quality that ordinary gangsters should have.

The restaurant owner especially deduced that Doom must be a ruthless killer who wouldn't blink an eye.

Dry Eyes was clearly still somewhat resentful and didn't want to make the call.

Chen Jiajun wasn't in a hurry. He glanced at his watch and said, "I'll give you half an hour. That's enough time for your boss to get here. Once the time is up, I'll take care of you. Think about it!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun snapped his fingers, signaling the waiter to bring him a glass of red wine.

After a moment of silence, Gan Yan finally gave in and could only take out his phone and dial his boss's number.

However, less than half an hour later, just as Chen Jiajun finished his glass of red wine, an old man walked into the restaurant. Seeing his men being restrained, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Then he sat down in front of Chen Jiajun and said, "Mr. Chen, are you trying to intimidate me? That's not proper!"

Chen Jiajun scoffed and said, "I'm giving you face because you're from Qingtian, otherwise I would have killed all these useless guys under you long ago! Besides, are you sure you want to talk to me about rules?"

“We’re all from the same gang! You, Chen Jiajun, may be powerful, but why are you showing me no respect?” The old man was George, the leader of the Qingtian Gang.

"Respect is earned, not given!" Chen Jiajun said disdainfully. "He even changed his own name, Lord George? Humph!"

Faced with Chen Jiajun's humiliation, George suddenly stopped being angry.

He fled from Hong Kong to England. Although Chen Jiajun had not yet made a name for himself at that time, he was already somewhat famous.

George had heard about some things that happened afterward, though he was not clear about them.

How did Chen Jiajun rise to power in Hong Kong, and how did he ruthlessly target the British?

So when Chen Jiajun looked down on him, he wasn't angry at all, because Chen Jiajun had the right to do so.

Compared to Chen Jiajun, he was nothing more than a bootlicker for England, a cowardly runaway.

Most importantly, he understood that Chen Jiajun wouldn't kill him.

He knew Chen Jiajun's style of doing things; if he really wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't waste so much time talking nonsense.

So George spread his hands and said, "Fine! You didn't come all the way to London just to kill someone and humiliate me, did you?"

"I was investigating some things, and some idiots mistook me for one of your men. It's that simple!" Chen Jiajun said calmly. "As for other matters, I advise you not to ask! It's not something you can get involved in."

After listening to Chen Jiajun's explanation, George nodded: "I understand!"

"Take this piece of trash, what's your name, dry eye or asshole, away! What a piece of garbage!" Chen Jiajun said unhappily, "You deliberately chose to come during mealtime, it's really disgusting!"

George gave a wry smile, pulled up his dry eyes, and turned to leave with his men.

The restaurant owner and waiters were dumbfounded when they saw this.

George's name was quite intimidating in London's underworld.

Many gangs dare not mess with these Chinese.

But how could such a big shot in the underworld be so easily driven away by Chen Jiajun's insults?

Chen Jiajun ignored the restaurant owner's expression, threw down a few bills, and got up to leave.

News came from Silva's side that Valentine has made a new move.

……

At the headquarters of the Kingsman agents, Galahad finally came to his senses.

And they immediately took the mission from Reinhardt.

After all, he was the one who was following this case, and although he had been tricked, he planned to continue investigating it.

Reinhardt had no choice but to return the task to him.

The headquarters of the Kingsman agents are located underground in Westminster.

This place is not only the headquarters of the Kingsman agents, but also the academy for selecting the next Kingsman agents.

Because Lancelot died, the Kingsman agents quickly recruited new employees to take over Lancelot's title.

The candidates are recommended by each of the top agents.

Galahad also recommended a kid named Eggsy, but he doesn't have time to deal with him now, as his mind is focused on the case.

Galahad had just woken up when Eggsy came to the door.

"Didn't anyone teach you to knock?" Galahad said, somewhat exasperated.

Eggsy, seemingly unfazed, said, "I only knock on the door when I'm scouting the place to steal something."

Indeed, Galahad was different from other top agents; he did not recommend a descendant of a nobleman.

Instead, he recommended the descendant of a soldier who sacrificed his life to save him.

This kid lost his father and has been hanging around the streets since he was a child. He must have done some petty theft.

"Merlin said you wanted to see me?" Eggsy said to Galahad.

The Merlin that Eggsy mentioned, like these people, was just a title.

He was the instructor for the new students and also the head of the entire headquarters, responsible for intelligence and logistics.

Galahad sighed and said, "Congratulations on making it to the top six. Your test results are much better than I expected!"

As they were talking, Merlin knocked on the door and came in.

"Oh, Eggsy, we have something to talk about. You can go back now!" Merlin said, dismissing him abruptly.

But Galahad said calmly, "It's alright, let him see, maybe he can learn something."

“Okay, take a look at this!” Merlin turned on the monitor on the wall, which was showing the scene of Galahad being shot in the head when he went to find Professor Arnold.

Eggsy was immediately startled and said to Galahad, "My God, you're too violent, Harry! You actually blew his head off! Isn't that a bit too much?"

Merlin explained, "In fact, the explosion was caused by the implanted chip in his neck, right under the scar."

As Merlin zoomed in on the video, Eggsy indeed saw the scar on his neck emitting a faint red glow.

Galahad asked, "Did my equipment detect the trigger signal?"

"The good news is we've caught it," Merlin said somewhat helplessly, "but the bad news is the IP address we traced belongs to Valentine's company!"

Galahad immediately had a headache: "How are we going to find him? He has millions of employees all over the world!"

At this moment, Eggsy suddenly interjected, "Valentine is a genius!"

Upon hearing this guy's exclamation, Merlin and Galahad both looked at him with strange expressions.

Eggsy asked in surprise, "Didn't you guys watch his press conference today?"

"No." Merlin shook his head.

Eggsy took the tablet from Merlin and then projected a video of the press conference onto the screen.

On the screen, Valentine is standing on a stage, speaking eloquently: "On average, each person spends nearly two thousand dollars a year on cell phones and mobile internet. Now I am honored to announce that that era is over!"

"Starting tomorrow, everyone, regardless of age or gender, can receive a free SIM card compatible with all computers and mobile phones. Enjoy free trials of my communication network, free calls, free internet access, for everyone, and for life."

Upon hearing this news, the audience erupted in applause.

Galahad quickly grabbed the tablet and zoomed in on the screen.

“Valentine’s assistant also has scars from a chip implant!” Galahad said seriously. “I need to go and meet with Mr. Valentine!”

Merlin immediately said, "He's hosting a banquet next week. I'll get you the invitation, but you have to be careful! After you fell into a coma, hundreds of important people mysteriously disappeared without demanding ransom... like Professor Arnold."

Galahad, completely skeptical, said directly to Merlin, "Then help me find an identity worthy of being kidnapped!" (End of Chapter)