Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 31 Number of Lottery Draws
"Brother Yao!"

Chen Jiajun, with his sharp eyes, saw Chen Yao and quickly got up to greet him.

“Ah Jun, Mr. Jiang has business in Macau today, and he specifically asked me to come.” Chen Yao nodded.

Chen Jiajun quickly asked the waiter to bring over a chair.

After finishing their drinks and seeing everyone off, Chen Yao and Chen Jiajun sat facing each other with a pot of tea in front of them. Chen Jiajun poured Chen Yao a cup of tea.

Chen Yao handed over a check: "Ah Jun, this money was asked by Mr. Jiang to be brought here. It's the resettlement fee for the brothers who died or were injured that night. This is the rule of Hung Hing."

"Five hundred thousand?" Chen Jiajun looked up in surprise.

Chen Yao patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're not unhappy?"

"How could that be? Brother Yao! Perhaps Mr. Jiang has misunderstood something. I know it's not easy being the eldest brother." Chen Jiajun immediately denied it.

Chen Yao smiled and nodded, "Well done, I knew I was right about you!"

"Thank you, Brother Yao!"

After seeing Chen Yao off, Chen Jiajun lit a cigar.
Jiang Tiansheng probably thought Chen Jiajun was a greenhorn, thinking that he could be dealt with by giving him 500,000.

It's worth noting that Thirteen Sister lent him 100 million, and Liang Kun gave him 500 million.

No wonder that good-for-nothing Chiang Tin-sang was able to be successfully usurped by Leung Kwan.

Without further ado, back at the Royal Nightclub, Chen Jiajun briefly tallied his recent earnings.

First, there's the cash. After deducting the cost of gold purchases and daily expenses, a full 3300 million was left. Some of it went to high-interest loans, while others went to take down Heishui Qiang and Dapu Hei.

There were a total of thirty or forty vehicles, including 20 vans and the rest were luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Lexus, which were left over after Hei Shuiqiang and Da Puhei were eliminated.

20 submachine guns, 21 Browning rifles, 15 Black Star rifles, and one Desert Eagle.

The site contains a total of six bars and nightclubs, more than twenty underground gambling dens, more than eighty bathhouses and saunas, over a hundred horse stalls, three hundred brothels, and one financial company premises.

There were 950 thugs, 20 gunmen, and zero underlings.

In addition to Tung Choi Street and Fa Yuen Street…

Apart from the three bars, the rest were all taken from Dapuhei. The territory and venues are actually much larger than those of Big Boss B.

As for the younger workers...

Chen Jiajun glanced at the young demon slaves lifting barbells and playing with arm strength bars, and sighed heavily.

Forget it, having the young demon slaves guard the territory and conquer the land is enough for now.

If you really put them on as kitchen helpers, it would be a miracle if they didn't scare away the customers...

He certainly wouldn't let these normal employees be hot-tempered, simple-minded child demon slaves; he could just poach them from other bars in Hung Hing.

As for Malan, it's filled with exquisite pieces left behind by Daiura Kuro, which guests love.

Chen Jiajun calculated that if all three bars and nightclubs were fully staffed, their monthly revenue would be around 200 million yuan.

Daiura Kuro's three previous establishments were completely wrecked by the young demon slaves that night. Renovating them will cost a fortune.

But the location is excellent, and it's definitely worth the investment. With supplies in hand, I have nothing to worry about.

The problem we're facing right now is Wang Bao!
Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun looked at Lao E and asked, "Lao E, how's your investigation going these past few days?"

Old Evil immediately explained the work he had been doing for the past few days: "Brother, Wang Bao occupies several of the main streets in Wan Chai. He has a lot of business, including a casino. He probably makes hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash every night."

“I checked his safe and finance company, and there is probably more than ten million in cash.”

Chen Jiajun shook his head upon hearing this: "Not enough, too little."

It's not worth him going to such lengths for a mere ten million in cash.

“Wang Bao can’t possibly only have this much money. You’ll be following Wang Bao for the next few days.”

"Wang Bao's farm has been short of stock these past few days. He's probably out sourcing supplies; these kinds of transactions involve a lot of cash," Chen Jiajun said in a deep voice. He did have a batch of milk powder when he dealt with Hei Shuiqiang, but Chen Jiajun never touched such harmful substances, so he destroyed it directly.

"Received." After saying that, the old evil figure disappeared into the night.

……

Early the next morning.

With his young demon slaves by his side, Chen Jiajun once again arrived at Xie Liyuan's gold shop.

Unlike last time, this time the procession was much larger, with four Mercedes sedans parked slowly next to his Mercedes SUV at the entrance.

As soon as Chen Jiajun led the young demon slaves into the store, many customers clutched their bags tightly.

The scene of Chen Jiajun buying millions of dollars worth of gold in one go is still fresh in the minds of Xie Liyuan Gold Shop's store manager and employees. After all, this duo is truly memorable.

It was a vivid picture of a spoiled brat leading a large group of wicked servants to run rampant in the market, yet he casually tossed out millions of Hong Kong dollars.

As soon as the group entered, the gold shop manager rushed to greet them and invited them into the VIP room.

Several young demon slaves threw the sacks on the table.

Chen Jiajun pointed to the sacks of Hong Kong dollars: "This time I want to buy gold worth HK$2300 million, not gold paper, but real gold."

"Young Master Jun! You want that much!"

"Please sit for a moment, and I'll get the goods from the surrounding area for you right away!"

Upon hearing this, the manager immediately arranged for attractive female employees to serve the major client. Then, without waiting for Chen Jiajun's response, he left the VIP room, picked up the phone, and made a series of calls.

In Hong Kong during the 1980s, this Hong Kong dollar had an incredibly powerful purchasing power; it was almost equivalent to a family saving up that much money in 1000 years without eating or drinking.

The reason Chen Jiajun didn't buy gold certificates this time was simply because he had already bought enough last time. As long as the time was right, a run on the gold shops would bankrupt them, and he would complete the acquisition as the major shareholder.

The reason he bought gold this time was because Chen Jiajun discovered that the exchange rate for gold to exchange for Cosmic Coins was much higher than that for Hong Kong dollars!

He also didn't expect that gold exists in other universes in a similar way to hard currency.

With so much gold, Xie Liyuan Gold Shop was extremely busy. Their inventory in Hong Kong Island was insufficient, and in order not to keep Jun Shao waiting too long, the president even bought a lot of goods from some of their peers.

Once he got his hands on the gold, Chen Jiajun received many business cards from female employees with lip prints on them.

After all, who wouldn't like such a handsome and wealthy older brother?

Tall, rich, and handsome men are loved by everyone.

Chen Jiajun had no time to consider the thoughts of these female employees.

All he cares about now is making money and expanding his gang's influence.

Women, on the other hand, will only affect his performance.

He led his brothers back to Hennessy Road in a chaotic mess, storing the gold in his personal space.

The bar here will take about a week to renovate. Truckloads of equipment and renovation materials are being delivered non-stop, and workers are working in shifts almost 24 hours a day.

The three venues were immediately packed with people, all of whom were working hard.

[Congratulations, host! You have reached the required wealth level. You are hereby awarded one chance to draw a prize.]

Number of draws?

Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up, and he immediately chose to participate in the lottery.

On that rapidly spinning turntable, countless blood-red business cards exuded a restless power, trying to force the pointer to point at them and thus see the light of day.

Ding!
Chen Jiajun watched as the pointer stopped on a blood-red business card with a dragon ball printed on it. The name on it was rather long: Yajirobe.

(End of this chapter)