Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 212 New! Wo Luen Shing!
Kowloon, a tailor shop.

Several key members of the Tsuen Wan triad, dressed in black suits and black trench coats, stood guard at the entrance of the tailor shop.

Big D, looking radiant, tried on a suit. An elderly tailor from Shanghai was taking his measurements with needle and thread. D's wife was holding a mobile phone and making a call to the hotel to reserve tables: "Tonight, we'll fill all 88 tables, one grouper and one king crab per table."

"Oh dear!" Big D exclaimed, startling the old tailor.

Big D laughed heartily: "I was just kidding."

"I'm old, and my hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be," the old tailor replied with a smile.

"Remember, the gold button."

"I know."

The two chatted and laughed.

Holding her mobile phone, Sister-in-law D said, "Your craftsmanship has deteriorated a lot lately. Did you try to save money by taking it back to the mainland to have it made by someone else?"

Jordan Market.

Wearing a beige jacket, Lin Huaiyue walked alone through the bustling market, carrying a plastic bag in his hand, greeting everyone he met as "Uncle Ming".

"Brother Le." A pork shop owner wearing an apron and holding a butcher knife greeted him with a smile.

"Uncle Ming, remember to save me two pounds of thigh bones," Lin Huaiyue called out.

Uncle Ming pulled out a Marlboro cigarette: "Brother Le, wanna have hot pot?"

“Yes, my son likes to eat it. I’ll come and get it later,” Lin Huai Le replied with a smile.

In contrast to Big D's extreme high profile, Lam Wai-lok, the overlord of Jordan, has always maintained a down-to-earth image in Jordan.

However, both Big D and Lin Huai Le were very confident. Big D's confidence stemmed from his power, while Lin Huai Le's confidence came from Uncle Deng.

Just a few days ago, Uncle Deng had already informed Lin Huai Le that he would support him in taking office.

However, unlike Big D, Lin Huai Le didn't celebrate his rise to power with a lavish party or by booking an entire restaurant. Lin Huai Le kept a low profile and didn't make a fuss.

Fanling Nursing Home.

"Clang."

Uncle Deng put down his teacup and said earnestly, "When I was young, the Wo Luen Shing was already having its leaders chosen by the uncles."

"At that time, I thought, these old guys are already quite old, they have no power or influence, so what right do they have?"

"Later I learned that they were of different generations."

"Everyone will respect what they say."

Who doesn't like a sweet treat?

"Taking a small bribe is fine, but if we're going to choose whoever pays the most, then we might as well just auction them off!"

At this point, Uncle Deng slammed his hand on the table, like a gavel striking a chord, and said in a deep voice, "We have no credibility whatsoever, so what use are we?"

Chuanbao realized he had gone a bit too far earlier and immediately explained, "I just think Big D is the most outstanding. He works the hardest for Grandpa, so that's why I support him."

“I have nothing to say. No one can have absolute power in a gang; there needs to be a balance.” At this point, Uncle Deng raised his right hand and said, “I choose Ah Lok.”

The reason why Uncle Deng chose Lin Huai Le between Big D and Lin Huai Le was very simple: Big D was arrogant and domineering, and he was also impatient. If he became the leader, he would easily cause some trouble for the gang.

To put it bluntly, it boils down to one sentence: Big D is immature.

Secondly, how could Uncle Deng not know about Big D's collusion with Hung Hing to establish a foothold in Sha Tin?

Now that Big D is the head of the Luen Shing Tsuen Wan One-Stop Shop, he's already so powerful. Once he takes over, will his uncles still have any influence?
As a staunch supporter of the Wo Luen Shing "Council of Elders" electoral system, Dennis Dunn would not allow such a thing to happen.

The other uncles looked at each other, their hearts filled with struggle and their faces full of hesitation.

But within seconds, people began to raise their hands one after another: Old Ghost Nen, Shuai Gou, Shuang Fan Dong... followed by Long Gen.

In the end, only Chuanbao was left. He awkwardly touched his temples with his hands.

That evening.

After returning home, Lin Huai Le personally cooked a pork bone hot pot and sat down to eat with his son.

"Dingling bell~~"

The phone rings.

Lin Huaiyue took three steps at a time and quickly picked it up.

Old Gui En chuckled on the other end of the phone and said, "Ah Le, congratulations."

Lin Huai Le hung up the phone, his face beaming with joy. He clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "Kid, go get me a bottle of beer."

As reserved as ever.

the other side.

Fulimen Restaurant.

The hall on the second floor had eighty-eight tables set up, laden with delicacies such as grouper and king crab, but it was completely empty.

Big D's alpha male, Longhair, led D's wife into the restaurant, where she calmly approached the lobby manager.

As the woman of a powerful figure in the underworld, she not only always considered her husband's feelings but was also very reasonable, ensuring the restaurant's business was not in a difficult position. She pulled out a stack of tips and said, "Mr. Chen (Big D) doesn't like being praised or criticized. Collect tonight's bill from my company, and distribute this money to the staff."

"Mrs. Chen, come over for tea sometime," the restaurant manager said with a smile as he accepted the tip.

That evening, Big D called Chen Jiajun to arrange a meeting. Chen Jiajun arranged for a young demon slave to secretly pick him up and bring him to the Chen family manor.

"Mr. Chen, why are you being so mysterious?" Big D appeared nonchalant, but in reality, he was filled with shame and indignation.

After all, he had already booked the restaurant and given those uncles so much money, but he was humiliated. It was incredibly shameful for them to open the door for him. It was utterly disgraceful.

“Big D, you shouldn’t be here to see me at this time. I am the head of Hung Hing, and you are the Tsuen Wan branch leader of Wo Luen Shing.”

Chen Jiajun smiled at Big D.

Big D stood up, picked up his glass, poured a drink for Chen Jiajun, and tried to continue to pretend to be a smirking, nonchalant person, but finally gave up: "Mr. Chen, I want you to support me and set up a Sun Wo Luen Shing, and I want to be overshadowed by Ah Lok, that's absolutely impossible."

His current strength is incomparable to that in the movie. In the movie, he only clamored to take over the Sun Wo Luen Shing, but in the end he didn't dare to do it. Now he really dares to do it and has the confidence to tear up Uncle Deng's facade.

“Support you? You’ve already lost the election. If I, a leader of Hung Hing, come to support you in running Sun Wo Luen Shing, do you want to get together with the Luen Shing brothers to kill you, or come and kill me?”

Chen Jiajun poured cold water on Big D's plans. Of course, he could support Big D and take the opportunity to create internal strife in the Wo Luen Shing Wo, so he could reap the benefits and expand his territory.

But having too much territory is useless. Hung Hing is now on the right track, and he has already made a name for himself in the past two years. He no longer needs to fight for territory.

Big D poured himself a glass of whiskey, downed it in one gulp, and looked bewildered: "Damn it, those uncles are blind! They chose Lin Huai Le! Is Lin Huai Le's influence as great as mine, Big D's?"

“Big D, if I were Wo Luen Shing’s uncle, I wouldn’t choose you either. Do you know why?” Chen Jiajun added some ice to his drink and said with a smile.

"Why?" Big D looked up and asked quickly.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "The purpose of Wo Luen Shing is to select a leader who can protect the uncles from the wind and rain, and also a leader who can lead the gang smoothly through the current situation."

“I’ve crippled the Sun Kee, and now the Wo Luen Shing is the second-largest triad in Hong Kong after Hung Hing. Do we still need our brothers to plant flags and seize territory everywhere?”

“The smart cops in Hong Kong know that the triads can never be eradicated. What they want is a superficial peace, stability, prosperity, and economic development.”

"You're impulsive and careless. You're smart, but you're a bit slow."

“Lin Huai Le is definitely more ruthless than you, but he understands power politics and is smarter than you. You should know what that means.”

“Let me think about what you want to do now, grab Longgen, Guanzaisen, and force Chuiji to hand over the dragon head cane to you, right?”

Big D looked up and said awkwardly, "Mr. Chen has keen insight."

Chan Ka-Chun continued, “Those uncles in the triads will also force the chickens to hand over their sticks. What you’re doing will plunge the Wo Luen Shing into internal strife. The cops are keeping a close eye on things now.”

Big D, if I were you, I would also resist, but I wouldn't go too far, so as to save face. I won't say more.

At this point, Chen Jiajun joked, "Here's a piece of advice for you: if Ah Le invites you fishing, you must wear a helmet. See him out."

"Mr. Chen. Please."

The butler arrived just in time with several young demon slaves. "Yes, thank you for the reminder, Mr. Chen." Big D pondered for a moment, then stood up and turned to leave.

As soon as Big D left, Chen Jiajun called Xi Yan. "Xi Yan."

"Ah Da, what can I do for you?" Narrow-eyed man answered the phone.

Chen Jiajun instructed, "Go to Kowloon City immediately, find a group of skilled craftsmen, find a group of master craftsmen who know how to antique wood, and get me a batch of rosewood, sandalwood, and golden nanmu wood, ready to be deployed at any time."

"Big Brother, what are you doing? Oh, I understand now, you want to forge antiques, make them look old so you can sell them for money?"

He listened intently but was confused, so he patted his forehead.

"Never mind that, get on with your business."

Disrupting the Wo Shing Wo was never Chen Jiajun's goal; his ultimate aim was to seize that stick.

In addition, Big D is indeed a bit slow on the uptake, so Chan Ka-Chun doesn't want to support Big D as the head of Wo Luen Shing. Supporting Jimmy would be better than supporting Big D.

After hanging up the phone, Guan Jiahui pushed open the door and entered, dressed in a white cheongsam: "How do you like the cheongsam designed by Brother Deng Yongqiang?"

"Does it look good?"

Chen Jiajun brazenly pulled her into his arms: "She looks good, but of course she looks even better without it on."

"You're so wicked."

Guan Jiahui gave a coquettish laugh and picked up a plump black plum to feed Chen Jiajun.

The next day.

The New Territories, a low hill.

Big D's henchmen carried two wooden crates up the mountain. Big D was squatting on a boulder, making a phone call to Chui-Chicken: "Chui-Chicken, call Uncle Deng and tell him that you don't respect Ah-Le and refuse to hand over the dragon head stick to him."

Unable to get the vote sorted out, Big D decided to emulate Sun Jian and try to grab the dragon head staff first.

The most submissive leader in history, Chuiji, immediately said, "No, doing this will have serious consequences. No one will dare not hand over the dragon head cane, Big D."

"Fuck your mother, I'm not negotiating with you, understand?"

After saying that, Big D hung up the cell phone and kicked the wooden box containing Long Gen and Guan Zisen down: "Fuck your mother."

Hearing the busy tone on the microphone, Chuiji looked helpless.

Although he is indeed the person in charge of Wo Shing Wo, he is actually a puppet of Big D.

What goes around comes around. After a period of silence, Chuiji actually called Uncle Deng: "Uncle Deng, I don't think Brother Le is strong enough. I won't hand over the stick to him."

Uncle Deng gave a cold laugh and asked, "Are you drunk? Or have you taken too much? I'll have you wash your face first, and think it over before you talk to me."

"Pounce on the street."

Clearly, Chuiji is now in a dilemma.

If he crosses the stick, Big D will kill him.

If he doesn't hand over the stick, Uncle Deng will kill him.

Faced with certain death on both sides, Chuiji made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life: he decided not to offend either side and would wait until they finished fighting before giving the prize to whoever won.

To avoid being implicated, Chuiji called over his henchman, Four-Eyes Ming: "Take this stick and go back to the mainland."

"Yes, I understand, Grandpa."

Four-Eyed Ming put the dragon-headed staff into his pocket.

Little did they know that trying to avoid offending either side would result in offending both.

The following evening, after completing the formalities, Four-Eyes Ming boarded the Sunshine Bus to the mainland. Now that trade between the two places has resumed, there are Hong Kong residents who travel to the mainland to visit relatives every day. Where there is demand, there is a market.

Sunshine Bus then launched long-distance bus services from Hong Kong to various parts of Guangdong Province, and opened many small restaurants and rest stops along the way.

Once on the long-distance sleeper bus, Four-Eyes breathed a sigh of relief and carefully placed the dragon-headed staff under his pillow.

Little did he know that to his left rear, Old Yu lay on the sleeper berth, a meaningful smile on his face.

The sleeper bus swayed back and forth as night fell. A faint fragrance wafted from the berths, and soon Si Yanming and the others all fell into a deep sleep.

"Fuck."

The bus slowly came to a stop, and a Mercedes SUV and a large truck slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

Old Yu took the dragon-headed staff from under Four-Eyes Ming's pillow, got out of the car, and handed it to Chen Jiajun: "Boss, I have fulfilled my mission."

After untying the leather bag, the dragon head cane of Wo Luen Shing fell into Chen Jiajun's hands.

Chen Jiajun handed it to the antique expert and antiquing expert that Xi Yan had found in Kowloon Walled City: "Hurry up, you only have half an hour at most."

"Don't worry, we'll get the small-leaf sandalwood sorted out very quickly."

The old craftsman didn't ask any more questions. He took the dragon-headed stick and got on the truck, which had long been converted into a makeshift workshop.

Half an hour later, a dragon-headed staff that was nine-tenths similar to Wo Luen Shing appeared in front of Chen Jiajun.

Moreover, this dragon-head stick has been artificially aged and has a patina on it.

It is enough.

Anyway, none of the big-name investors at Wo Luen Shing have ever seen the dragon head stick many times, so who would bother to investigate whether the dragon head stick is real or fake?
After hiding the counterfeit dragon-headed stick under Four-Eyes Ming's pillow, Chen Jiajun watched the bus leave. He took a deep drag on his cigar, then threw the butt out and stomped it out.

"Let's go back and see what secrets are hidden inside the stick."

Just then, several car headlights shone from a distance, and five or six cars stopped almost simultaneously in front of them.

Political Secretary Ho Kwok-wing and Superintendent Pak Shek-pan led a large group of fully armed foreign detectives off the bus, each carrying a Browning pistol that was clearly not commonly used by the Hong Kong police force.

Old Yu, Yaqi, and the others immediately stood in front of Chen Jiajun, drawing their pistols and pointing them at him.

"Don't be nervous, my friend."

Ho Kwok-wing pushed aside the political officer and revealed what he thought was a warm smile: "Sir, please hand over the dragon head cane of Wo Luen Shing."

Chen Jiajun took a cigar out of the cigar case, lit it, and slowly exhaled a thick smoke, saying, "Big Sir, what are you saying? I don't understand."

Chen Jiajun secretly threw the dragon-headed staff into the space.

“My subordinates have already seen it, Mr. Chen. Our Political Department has always had a good relationship with your Hung Hing. The dragon head stick is of great use to our Political Department.”

He Guorong took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, lit one, and said slowly.

Chen Jiajun smiled and asked, "What secrets does the dragon-headed staff hold?"

He Guorong waved to his subordinates, "Boss Jun, I told them to put their guns away, shouldn't you do the same?"

The political department agent held the gun with the muzzle pointing downwards, without putting it in its holster.

Chen Jiajun waved to his brothers, who pointed their guns down and remained vigilant.

"Give me the dragon head staff?" He Guorong's smile widened as he walked forward and extended his hand to Chen Jiajun.

“Big Sir, I’m very curious, why is the Special Branch so interested in the dragon head cane of a Hong Kong triad?” Chen Jiajun continued to press.

"Money? How much? I'll give it to you right away?"

He Guorong knew that there were some things he absolutely could not tell Chen Jiajun.

"Or, I might suggest to the Queen that you be given a CBE title. If you do a few more minor things for our Political Department, then you could be given a KBE title."

As the head of the Political Department, which is the highest level of the Hong Kong government, if it really wanted to promote him to a higher position, Chan Ka-Chun knew that it would not be difficult.

The Order of the British Empire has five classes: Grand Cross (GBE), Commander (KBE), Commander (CBE), Officer (OBE), and Member (MBE).

KBE ranks second. Don't be fooled by its second-place ranking; very few people can receive this medal. Those who receive this honor are all top performers in their respective fields, such as the first ICAC Commissioner, G.A. Keith, and the great director Alfred Hitchcock.

Sir John Paul Wong and Shaw Brothers were both just CBEs.

(End of this chapter)