Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 178 Completion Reception
Chen Jiaju and others from the Serious Crimes Unit were assigned to Baisha Bay by the Political Department.

"Attention all units, the rioters have automatic rifles, please be careful."

At Chen Jiaju's command, dozens of police officers wearing bulletproof vests got out of the car one by one and quickly dispersed.

"Safety confirmed!"

As the group cautiously approached Baisha Bay, all the police officers gasped at the sight before them.

Chen Jiaju identified the deceased at the scene: "Jiang Tianyang, Che Baoshan, Shenxianke, Bamianfo?!"

"Notify Ma Haotian of the anti-drug team!"

"Notice: Close all main roads leading to Kowloon. All vehicles must be checked!"

"YES, SIR!"

Despite the police's swift action, the young demon slaves had already evacuated from the New Territories and returned to Kowloon.

Looking down from above, the entire Kowloon Peninsula was in complete chaos.

Nathan Road.

Led by Liang Kun and Tian Yangsheng, the young demon slaves launched a frenzied attack on Prince Edward's territory in Tsim Sha Tsui, as well as Kwun Chung and Yau Ma Tei.

They pushed all the way from Mong Kok to Tsim Sha Tsui.

With the three brothers Jiang Tianyang, Shen Xianke, Che Baoshan, and Tony all absent, they encountered almost no significant resistance.

As the former war god of Hung Hing, the Prince Hall is extremely powerful.

But the Crown Prince now faces Chen Jiajun's elite troops, a terrifying army composed of young demon slaves and hell knights.

The Crown Prince's betrayal of Hung Hing had long been a source of resentment among the brothers!

At this moment, the anger that had been building up for almost half a month was now unleashed was exceptionally terrifying.

On the battlefield, chilling roars of beasts echoed from time to time. The young demon slaves fought with increasing ferocity, making them even more terrifying, given their already bloodthirsty and ugly appearance.

If you weren't a highly skilled and capable soldier, you wouldn't have the courage to fight against these people.

In just a few exchanges, most of the prince's brothers had fallen, and the remaining ones were scattered amidst howling cries.

Liang Kun, wielding a machete, said, "Prince, you never thought you'd end up like this, did you?"

Standing beside him were the Seven Sons of Heaven.

Prince, leading his brothers and wielding steel pipes, confronted Liang Kun and the Seven Sons of Tianyang: "If you want to fight, then fight! No need for words! I, Gan Zitai, have never regretted being where I am today!"

"on!"

Tian Yangsheng didn't bother with any nonsense and led his brothers straight forward.

Five minutes later, facing the attack of the Seven Sons of Heaven and the young demon slaves, the prince was covered in horrific wounds, and his muscles were trembling uncontrollably. Not far away, Piaohu and A-San had already fallen into a pool of blood.

The Crown Prince did not hate Piaohu and A-San. As their elder brother, he should take responsibility for their problems.

"kill!"

Thinking of this, the prince roared, his whole body filled with an iron will, and fearlessly launched an attack on the seven sons raised in the sky and the young demon slaves.

Tian Yangsheng looked reluctant, gripped his cleaver, and charged towards the Crown Prince.

"Ding!"

In close combat, figures separated.

"Whoop whoosh!"

The prince collapsed to his knees with a thud, panting heavily like a bellows, with streaks of blood flowing down his body.

"If I had known today, why would I do it in the first place!"

Tian Yangsheng stepped forward, covered his mouth, and plunged a knife into his heart.

is the day.

Hung Hing took over the Kwun Tong and Tsim Sha Tsui branches, and went on to conquer Kwun Chung and Yau Ma Tei!
Jiang Tianyang and Che Baoshan died in Baisha Bay, and the Jiang family of Hung Hing was wiped out!

Khun Sa's capable henchmen, including Eight-Faced Buddha, Wei Sa Li, and Wei Miana, are all dead!

The three Tony brothers, the leaders of the Yue Nan gang, are all dead!
……

Early in the morning.

An unassuming Lexus slowly drove up to a bungalow at the foot of Dongshan Mountain.

Dongshan is located in Yantian District, which borders Shekou City.

"Brother Yu, Sister Bailu, we've settled them here. The helicopter has been burned."

After Lao Yu and Bai Lu got out of the car, one of Lu Jinqiang's henchmen stepped forward and pointed to the small house.

"They're drinking together now, and no one else is coming in or out; there are ten of them in total."

Old Yu nodded, touched the pistol at his waist, and said, "Take me in. I haven't had my midnight snack yet, so I'll have something to eat with them."

The night was deep and still. Walking on the uneven dirt road, I could hear laughter and conversation coming from inside even before I entered.

Wang Jianjun and others used a wooden board with a few bricks as a table. On the table were more than a dozen bottles of beer, various braised dishes, and even a small roasted suckling pig.

Before Bai Lu and the other two could even enter...

"Who is it?" The people inside who were drinking and playing drinking games turned their heads to look in the direction of Lao Yu and the others when they heard the noise.

The others also put down their glasses and chopsticks, looking in the direction of the sound. Some of the quicker ones even grabbed the guns next to them.

Old Yu walked slowly and unhurriedly to the dining table. He raised a bottle of baijiu in his hand and said with a gentle smile, "I've come to drink with you. This is Moutai, aged for twenty years."

"Brother Yu?"

"It's so late, don't you know what's going on?"

Wang Jianjun and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Although the old prison guard was elusive, they had met him once before.

Old Yu picked up a machete from the table, and with a light flick of his wrist, he sliced ​​open the mouth of the Moutai bottle, releasing its aroma: "We're all working for our boss, and he sent me here to keep you company."

"It's rare that Mr. Chen still cares about us."

"Come, have a seat."

Everyone completely lowered their guard and stood up to greet them.

A hint of doubt flashed across Wang Jianjun's face as he secretly became wary.

"Your name is Wang Jianjun?" Old Yu picked up an empty glass from the table, slowly poured the slightly viscous liquid into it, and then handed the glass to Wang Jianjun.

"Yes, just call me Jianjun."

He poured everyone a glass of wine, and Old Prison took a sip of baijiu and laughed, "Everyone, drink up! Big Brother is very satisfied today! Someone, come here!"

A young demon slave came up, placed a suitcase on the table, opened it, and then stepped back. Inside were brand-new hundred-dollar bills.

Old Prison said with a smile, "Everyone gets a share. After you finish this meal, take your money and set off in peace. I won't treat you all unfairly."

Seeing so many banknotes, Wang Jianjun and the others also showed joy.

Old Prison picked up his glass and said, "Come on, let's all have a drink together."

"Let's get this going!"

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, and seeing that many people were already quite tipsy, Old Yu said with a slightly regretful tone, "Don't worry, we will definitely take good care of your families, just in case..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianjun's hair stood on end, and he quickly rushed to the side.

Bai Lu also pulled out a pistol at almost the same time.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a burst of gunfire.

Seeing everyone lying in pools of blood, Bai Lu changed the magazine, fired another shot at each of them, put the pistol back in its holster, and walked out.

Only the dead can keep secrets forever!

Noon the next day.

Chen Jiajun is having lunch at the manor.

Several cars were parked at the entrance of the manor. Hong Kong Political Department's Ho Kwok-wing and Anti-Triad Unit's Hu Cheuk-yan got out of the cars and looked up at the manor's gate.

On a nearby stone are carved the two large characters “Chen Shi” in black traditional Chinese characters, which are grand and imposing.

"arrive!"

He Guorong straightened his collar, his expression very serious.

"Go ring the doorbell."

He Guorong spoke up, and Hu Zhuoren, the top leader of the anti-triad unit, nodded, walked to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.

The fact that the heads of the Political Department and the Anti-Triad Group all appeared at the entrance of the Chen Family Manor was of great significance.

This marks the first time the Special Branch has taken action against Hong Kong triads in a formal operation.

Although it was just an investigation and evidence collection, its significance was extremely profound.

The political department's English name is Special Branch, which means special operations department. In terms of operations, it has very close ties with the British counterintelligence agency, MI5.

Although it is nominally a department of the Hong Kong Police Force, it is actually a branch of the British counterintelligence agency in Hong Kong.

The leaders of some organizations are not worth the political department making a big fuss about.

But Chen Jiajun is different.

Last night, there were two horse-riding incidents in Kowloon Peninsula, an armed helicopter attack on drug lords in Yuen Long, and a gunfight in Pak Sha Wan. Who benefited the most behind these events, and who is most likely the mastermind?

Moreover, he was the mastermind behind a Cobra armed helicopter, a person that made the political department extremely cautious.

Although the Political Department was very interested in taking control of Hung Hing.

But if they can bomb drug lords today, they can bomb the Governor of Hong Kong tomorrow!

"Ding-dong, ding-dong." The bells rang simultaneously in the front yard and the nanny's room.

The British butler, dressed in an expensive, well-tailored suit, walked to the front door and bowed slightly to the group, asking, "May I ask if you gentlemen have received an invitation from Mr. Chen?"

"We're from the anti-triad unit and the political department. Does a court search warrant count as an invitation?"

Hu Zhuoren held up the search warrant and raised an eyebrow at the butler.

"Please come in."

The butler opened the iron gate and, with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, made an inviting gesture.

He Guorong and Hu Zhuoren followed behind the housekeeper, chests out and heads held high, walking on the white pebbles in the front yard.

"Master."

“A group of visitors claiming to be from the political department and the anti-triad unit came in, carrying a court search warrant.”

A maid walked quickly to the table and spoke to Chen Jiajun in a low voice.

Huang Bi'an, sitting opposite, could hear the noise slightly and put down her chopsticks, looking a little nervous.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Let them search."

Given the magnitude of what happened last night, even if the police don't have any evidence, they will naturally search among the most suspicious individuals in Hong Kong.

After all, his affair with Jiang Tianyang had long been public knowledge.

To his surprise, people from the Political Department also showed up.

And what about the Political Department?
He's one of the top ten richest people in Hong Kong, doesn't he have any pride?

The fact that the Political Department and the Anti-Corruption Group dared to enter his home does not mean they dared to take him out.

There was no particular reason; it was because he had nearly 100,000 brothers under his command, a school in Tuen Mun, and a high-tech company.

If the political department and the anti-gang squad really want to take him away, what will happen if so many people cause a disturbance?
"Mr. Chen, I am He Guorong, the Minister of the Political Department."

At this moment, He Guorong arrived in the living room with his men, greeting Chen Jiajun with a smile.

"Hello, Sir."

"Thank you to the Political Department for their help yesterday."

Chen Jiajun took a sip of red wine, smiled, and looked at He Guorong, saying, "If I remember correctly, the duties of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region are security, counter-espionage, and counter-extremist organizations. I wonder how I can help you?"

The meaning is simple: you've crossed the line.

“Last night, an armed conflict broke out at the Kwun Yam Tin Hau Temple in Yuen Long. A group of thugs, flying Cobra attack helicopters, attacked a group of the Tony brothers from the Vietnam gang, as well as drug lords from northern Myanmar.”

He Guorong looked at Chen Jiajun and stared into his eyes.

Huang Bi'an, sitting next to Chen Jiajun, was trembling slightly.

There's no reason why.

The reason is that she knows there is a 99% chance that Chen Jiajun is the mastermind behind last night's incident.

At this moment, she felt very conflicted, torn between her boss, He Guorong, and the person she loved.

Chen Jiajun comforted her by placing her delicate hand in his palm and setting down his wine glass: "Big Sir, I don't understand."

“I also hope you know nothing, Mr. Chen. You wouldn’t mind if my people and the anti-triad unit investigated, would you?”

"Check freely."

"Just don't disturb my meal." Chen Jiajun picked up his chopsticks again.

He Guorong nodded slightly and immediately nodded to the others. The political department agents, anti-triad team members and others immediately dispersed, putting on white gloves as they walked, and began to carefully search the mansion.

Chen Jiajun then picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

After the initial panic subsided, Huang Bi'an calmed down and chose to avoid seeing her familiar colleagues.

He Guorong walked closer, took a chair next to the dining table with both hands, and looked around at the food: "Mr. Chen, the food is good."

Chen Jiajun said naturally, "I'm tired of eating it. Would you like to sit down and have something to eat? If you don't want abalone, we can make something else. The kitchen can make it anytime."

"Thank you, I've already eaten. What's your name, sir?" He Guorong looked away, searching for a topic of conversation.

"You don't know her?"

That one sentence alone shocked everyone on the spot.

He Guorong wondered to himself, "Could it be that Boss Jun has already discovered Huang Bi'an's true identity?"

Huang Bian thought to herself, "Could he know that I'm a spy for the Political Department?"

The look of surprise vanished in an instant, and He Guorong smiled and said, "Do you think I should know her?"

"I thought the political department had already figured out my family situation."

He keenly caught the fleeting expressions on their faces, but Chen Jiajun smiled instead.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, our work is not that meticulous."

He Guorong shook his head.

Huang Bi'an introduced herself proactively: "My English name is Elizabeth, and my Chinese name is Huang Bi'an."

"His English name is Wilson Smith, and his Chinese name is He Guorong."

He Guorong also introduced himself to Huang Bi'an.

An hour later.

After searching the manor and its bodyguards, Bai Shibin and his men found nothing!
clean!

It's so clean it doesn't look like a club leader at all!

Special Branch officers and members of the Anti-Triad Unit reported to Ho Kwok-wing, who then called other action teams. Today's operation included searching Chan Ka-chun's estate, as well as searching Kwok-chun Building and the team searching Butterfly Bay in Tuen Mun.

After hanging up the phone, Ho Kwok-wing showed no surprise whatsoever, but instead revealed a faint smile: "Your Hung Hing seems very clean."

"Of course, we've always done things the right way, and the anti-drug squad and anti-triad squad know that very well."

"If you can make money doing legitimate business, how much can you make selling laundry detergent?" Chen Jiajun asked, puffing on his cigar.

He Guorong's smile only deepened, and he said:

“We suspect you were behind last night’s Yuen Long incident, but we have no evidence.”

"You know you're very responsible, and regardless of whether you did this or not, I hope you'll stop now."

“If a similar incident occurs again, we may choose to deport you.”

Undeterred by Ho Kwok-wing's threat, Chan Ka-chun exhaled a puff of his cigar and said, "Officer, I am a law-abiding citizen! I will not accept slander without evidence."

And what about that Cobra you mentioned? Those things cost tens of millions of dollars each, who can afford them?

"Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law. If you have evidence, arrest me. If you don't, then shut up!"

"And also, in Hong Kong..."

"I'm the one who threatens others, never the other way around."

He Guorong's smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression: "I'll be keeping an eye on you. Back to base!"

"Go slowly, don't send me away!"

After He Guorong and the others left, Huang Bian stood up and said, "Brother Jun, I'm going out for a bit."

"Don't go yet," Chen Jiajun suddenly said.

"Huh?" Huang Bian turned around.

"He Guorong knows you." Chen Jiajun took a sip of tea, his voice soft and gentle.

“Their political department is definitely gathering some intelligence,” Huang Bian said with some unease.

"You know He Guorong?" Chen Jiajun said calmly. "Why are you both pretending not to know each other?"

His voice was like a bolt from the blue, and Huang Bian felt herself standing there, frozen in place: "I...I don't know what you're talking about?"

"What else are you hiding from me? Why did you become my woman? If it's not convenient to tell you, then goodbye."

"For the sake of our past relationship, I'll give you a week to think it over. If you don't confess after a week, you'll have to move out. Our businesses will also be suspended, and I'll take back your casino."

After saying that, Chen Jiajun got up and walked out. He had a way to extract something from Huang Bian's mind, just like the White Queen could do, but he didn't want to do it!

Huang Bi'an seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed to the ground.

He still found out!

why me?
Why was it me who fell in love first?
For a moment, Huang Bian felt as if the sky had fallen.

……

A few days later.

The completion celebration of the Tuen Mun Kwok Chun College.

Chan Ka-Chun invited the Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, Yau Tak; the Chief Executive of the New Territories, Ma Chi-Kuen; several officials from the Education Department; Chan Ying-Nam and his children; Ho Sin and his children; Sir Pao and his children; Lam Ming-Chak and his children; the Heng Wing Group... and of course, several grandfathers from the New Territories were also present.

It can be described as a gathering of elites.

Of course, the most eye-catching one is tonight's protagonist, Chen Jiajun!
Principal Rong Qidong delivered the opening speech and thanked Chen Jiajun: "Here, I would like to express my special thanks to Mr. Chen Jiajun for his generosity. Without the contributions of Guojun Group, there would be no Guojun School!"

After Rong Qidong finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"Mr. Chen, as the school's board member and principal, I would like to invite you to come up and say a few words."

Chen Jiajun walked onto the stage with a smile: "Today, there are senior figures in the Chinese business community in the audience. They are pioneers in Hong Kong's philanthropic sector, and they are the ones who guide me forward."

"I only took a little money out of my pocket. I really don't deserve Principal Rong's praise."

"In the future, our Guojun Group and Hongxing Group will definitely shoulder the social responsibility that a conscientious enterprise should bear."

"Everything we've achieved today is just the beginning!"

(End of this chapter)