Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

Chen Fei's gaze shifted from the military dagger to the young man's face.

His appearance is somewhat familiar.

He was somewhat like Chang Wei, the one in his memory who didn't know martial arts.

He's also a bit like Tony, who says, "That's how we do things."

However, Tony didn't use a military knife.

So Chen Fei tentatively called out, "Wang Jianjun."

The man, still chewing on beef offal, suddenly froze, stood up abruptly, and blurted out, "Here!"

This drew the attention of others.

Wang Jianjun realized something was wrong, and immediately put his right hand down at his waist, less than a palm's width away from the military dagger.

His eyes quickly scanned his surroundings.

Chen Fei realized that it really was this person.

So he sat down and said, "Don't be nervous, it was me who called you."

"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Wang Jianjun asked, puzzled.

"I am Chen Fei, very Fei, and I just finished fighting in Vietnam." Chen Fei spoke very naturally, as if it were true. "I used to be in the 488th Regiment of the 163rd Division of the 55th Army. Back in Lang Son, our units were on the same front, and I saw you a few times."

Wang Jianjun snapped to attention and saluted: "Good morning, squad leader."

Chen Fei waved his hand: "This is Hong Kong, no need to call me that. Just call me Brother Fei. Have a seat."

Wang Jianjun nodded. "Brother Fei, please sit down."

Chen Fei plopped down and asked, "Why are you in Hong Kong? Where's Jian Guo? Did he come along too?"

Upon hearing his younger brother mentioned, Wang Jianjun finally believed that this person truly knew him.

He lowered his head, stared at the beef offal in the bowl, and remained silent for a long while.

He slowly began to speak: "When we were retreating, Jian Guo was injured on the battlefield while covering me. We also encountered two Vietnamese special agents disguised as pregnant women who threw explosives. Seven or eight comrades died in front of me. I was so hot-blooded that I forgot about discipline and found a few bundles of explosives to put those two women on a makeshift plane. I almost ended up in a military court, but the higher-ups remembered that I had performed meritorious service and let me go home with my demobilization order."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Jianguo was recuperating in a rear hospital. After I returned home, I couldn't find anything to do, and all I knew was how to kill. I also wanted to earn money to help the families of my comrades, so I came to Hong Kong after only a few days at home."

"Have you found anything to do yet?" Chen Fei asked. "If not, you can work with me."

"I just arrived in Hong Kong today," Wang Jianjun said. "I even stole the money for this bowl of beef offal."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei took out a wad of cash and a business card from his pocket and handed them to him. "Take this money and find me at the place on the business card tomorrow. If anything happens, just call me. I have something to do now. See you tomorrow."

"Thank you so much, Brother Ban... Fei." Wang Jianjun looked grateful. He had just arrived in Hong Kong and needed money for everything.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved if a complete stranger suddenly gave me a wad of cash, at least tens of thousands of yuan.

Wang Jianjun added, "Why is Fei-ge in Hong Kong too? I heard that the 488th Regiment still had missions when I was discharged from the army."

Chen Fei sighed. "Just like you, I killed an agent disguised as an ordinary old man, so I came to Hong Kong. Let's not dwell on the past and look forward. I have to get back to work now. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, Brother Fei," Wang Jianjun replied.

After Chen Fei and Deborah left, he took out the business card and examined it.

Black Gold Media, along with its phone number and name.

……

After seeing Deborah off, Chen Fei went straight home to sleep.

I slept soundly all night.

I went to the magazine office early the next morning.

As a result, they unexpectedly encountered Wang Jianjun at the door, who was squatting on the ground with a bag in his arms, looking like a petty thief.

Lok Hye-ching was startled: "Who is it?"

"Ah Jun?" Chen Fei asked in surprise, "Why are you here so early?"

Wang Jianjun quickly stood up and said, "Brother Fei, I arrived last night."

"Didn't you find a place to sleep?" Chen Fei asked, somewhat surprised.

Wang Jianjun shook his head: "No."

He originally thought he was quite lucky, as he had just arrived in Hong Kong and had the help of his comrades.

Unexpectedly, his luck was still not very good, because the police are now frantically investigating the heavy machine gun case, checking the identity of anyone who seems suspicious.

As a result, Wang Jianjun was implicated. He had no identification on him and was carrying a military dagger, which was obviously not an ordinary object. He was immediately confiscated.

Just as he was about to be handcuffed, Wang Jianjun acted decisively, injuring the police officer before fleeing.

As a result, he caused a mess. The police officer who was injured by him saw how ruthless he was and realized that he had obviously received professional training, which perfectly matched the characteristics of the veteran mentioned above.

He hurriedly used the walkie-talkie to call for reinforcements.

Upon learning that a veteran had appeared, regardless of whether he was related to the case, nearby patrol officers quickly rushed to provide assistance.

In an instant, sirens wailed and police lights flashed.

When Wang Jianjun first arrived in Hong Kong, he didn't know the way at all, but he still relied on his instincts to run wildly through the intricate alleyways and easily evade the police officers' pursuit.

After thinking it over, he waited outside Chen Fei's magazine office at night.

"Is this your friend?" Yue Huizhen glanced at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei nodded and said, "He's my friend. You go ahead and do your work. I'll take him to get some clothes."

I went to the street to buy Wang Jianjun some clothes, prepared a pager, and took him to the nearby police station to register his identity.

Wang Jianjun said, "Brother Fei, I'm really sorry. I've only just arrived in Hong Kong and you've already spent so much money on me. I'll pay you back when I have the money."

"We're brothers, don't be so polite." Chen Fei patted him on the shoulder and said, "A-Jun, I've just started my business and I need manpower right now. Come work with me."

"All I know how to do is kill." Wang Jianjun straightened his back. "I am the best soldier. My nature is to attack and kill the enemy. I know nothing else but killing."

Chen Fei nodded in satisfaction, his tone empathetic and persuasive, "A-Jun, on the battlefield, we are invincible warriors, but now we can't even find a decent job. Do you want to live like this forever? Don't you want to save more money to help the families of your comrades?"

Wang Jianjun said, "I want to!"

Chen Fei continued, "We both know who we are, so I won't make empty promises or talk about loyalty. I'll only talk about reality. If you come with me, I guarantee your skills won't go to waste, I guarantee you can earn money to send to your comrades' families, and I can even help those comrades who are about to retire."

"We've only just met, and I'm already giving you tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars. Do you think I'll mistreat you in the future?"

Wang Jianjun was silent for a moment, then asked, "Brother Fei, who do you want me to kill?"

"No rush, take your time to get familiar with Hong Kong," Chen Fei said. "I'll find you a place to stay in a bit, so you can settle in first."

"Okay," Wang Jianjun nodded in response.

……

For the next two weeks, Chen Fei did not assign any tasks to Wang Jianjun, and he himself did not go out to do any shady business during this time.

To subdue such a deadly weapon, besides money, one also needs to demonstrate even greater strength.

Let him know that a soldier's nature includes not only killing, but also obeying orders.

Anyway, the daily tasks for the past two weeks have been very simple.

It's either helping an elderly lady cross the street or having an in-depth discussion with a senior industry professional.

These tasks, which were within Chen Fei's capabilities, were simply a piece of cake for him.

She would also secretly meet up with Zhao Yazhi and Yue Huizhen from time to time.

I also went to the police station to pick up my ID card.

Therefore, he spent a lot of money to buy skills in marksmanship, combat, driving, etc., in order to crush Wang Jianjun in every aspect.

With these enhancements, Wang Jianjun was almost dumbfounded in every competition.

After two weeks of competition, Wang Jianjun was completely convinced.

It also evokes a feeling of "Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?"

Why is he stronger than me even though I'm already so strong?

That morning.

Chen Fei returned to the magazine office from outside.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw several police cars speeding away from the entrance.

Something happened up there?

Chen Fei stepped upstairs and found a large crowd gathered at the entrance of Black Gold Magazine, and the place was in a mess. Not only had the magazine's sign been taken down, but the glass door had also been smashed.

The inside was a complete mess, with documents and broken glass scattered everywhere, and several employees standing trembling to the side.

The magazine office was vandalized?

Seeing him return, Lok Hye-jung, who looked unwell, said, "The magazine office has been vandalized."

"I saw it. Who did it? Were any employees injured?" Chen Fei asked.

"No one was injured, but everything was smashed," said Lok Wai-ching. "The neighbors recognized some of the people who were vandalizing the place as members of Hung Hing. As for the reason, it seems you hit one of their underlings. Is that true?"

"Yes," Chen Fei said without hesitation. "We'll close for today, find a new place where we can work directly, and give everyone some red envelopes—a lot of them—to appease them."

Lok Wai-ching nodded: "Okay, but what are you planning to do about this? From what I understand, the police won't spend a lot of manpower to help investigate something this small. You'll probably just have to suffer in silence and accept your bad luck."

"When have I, surnamed Chen, ever suffered in silence?" Chen Fei said. "You take some people to find an office, rent an existing one, and I'll handle this matter."

He then went into the office and called Wang Jianjun.

Soon, Wang Jianjun called back: "Brother Fei, what can I do for you?"

"Get ready, we're going to get things done tonight."