Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Meanwhile, the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit.

After several days of gathering evidence, Zhuang Ziwei's men have made some progress.

After the projector was turned on, a policeman began to explain: "The three suspects did not have any identification on them, so they are probably from out of town. Their fingerprints and photos have been handed over to various departments and Interpol."

"The cashiers Huang Weida, Lü Ziwen, and driver Zhou Cheng underwent background and financial investigations, and there were no major issues. On the contrary, the bank manager Fang Zhihe lost several million yuan in the stock market and is now being closely followed by the bank."

"The serial numbers on the guns we found from the robbers had been removed, and the rifling on the shotguns had been deliberately scratched, so we can't find any clues for now. The other gun was a reassembled piece, and the materials are easy to buy."

A policewoman who had just arrived knew that Zhuang Ziwei was very knowledgeable about firearms, so she couldn't help but ask, "Are spare parts easy to buy?"

Zhuang Ziwei said casually, "People who play with replica guns nowadays are very professional. Many of the parts are actually used in real guns. You can buy anything you need by going to a toy store in Mong Kok."

The policewoman looked shocked and said, "Isn't this illegal?"

Zhuang Ziwei laughed: "Springs, triggers, screws, how could that be illegal? Even if you can't buy them, you can make them yourself."

After the conversation, the officer continued, "The phone was a SIM card; it was only used to make one call and then never used again. The route map was in an envelope, but the route they took was completely different from the map."

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Zhuang Ziwei stood up immediately: "The car didn't follow the designated route, which means there must be a mole on board. But none of that matters. Everyone must remember, the dead are just clues; the most important thing now is to find the last person. The missing car in the robbery is a type of bearer bond worth four hundred million US dollars."

Upon hearing the figure of four hundred million US dollars, many police officers gasped in surprise.

Zhuang Ziwei said calmly, "Don't make a fuss. If the bonds are with that escaped robber, he'll definitely want to cash them out. Contact the Commercial Crime Bureau and ask who might be willing to take this kind of goods."

"Got it, Boss."

Zhuang Ziwei then turned to look at the photo of Guan Youbo projected on the projector and asked, "Where is he?"

“He’s clean, should we let him go?” the officer said.

After a moment of silence, Zhuang Ziwei said, "Sue him for illegal use of firearms and murder."

"Sue him?" Many people were surprised when they heard Zhuang Ziwei's decision.

Zhuang Ziwei turned his head and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Boss, this guy saved our guy," the officer said, still looking puzzled.

Zhuang Ziwei said calmly, "Then tell me, which law allows him to shoot and kill someone?"

Who knew that the two new troublemakers would actually bring up the law?

This left Zhuang Ziwei somewhat dumbfounded: "You need to understand, he has the authority to help arrest people, but that doesn't mean he can shoot and kill them."

"Boss, have you considered the public's reaction? The citizens all see him as a hero," a police officer said worriedly.

The environment has deteriorated recently, with frequent street shootouts between police and robbers. If things are done like this now, it will likely cause a huge public outcry.

However, Zhuang Ziwei insisted, "Sueing him will cause controversy, but not suing him will cause even more controversy. The higher-ups have already decided to leave the outcome to the court and let the jury decide."

……

Chen Jiajun was pacing back and forth in his office.

He was thinking about how to make those clueless fools realize their mistake.

At that moment, Old Yu knocked on the door and came in, accompanied by people from the intelligence department.

"So? Any results?" Chen Jiajun asked, raising an eyebrow as he saw the two of them.

Old Prison nodded: "I've already had my men find out where that escaped robber is. He's from Tuen Mun and owns a toy store in Mong Kok. But he's been hiding out lately and hasn't come back. I've already sent people to keep watch."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "The rest of the brothers, go out and search. If they dare to rob me, this kind of thing will happen again if I don't take them down."

Old Prison nodded and said, "I understand, boss."

Then, an intelligence officer said, "We also have news about Guan Youbo, the guy you asked me to investigate. He's a senior fund manager at Global Jia Hui Investment Bank, and he's a favorite of their CEO, Diana. Plus, he's number one in performance every year."

"What's interesting is that this guy's boss seems to like him a lot. Right now, he's contacting some influential people in Hong Kong to act as guarantors, planning to get him out of prison. For a boss to go to such lengths for her subordinate, either she has something on him, or the two of them have an improper relationship."

"Our intelligence department also discovered that Guan Youbo's bank account has some issues. He was previously trapped in foreign exchange trading, which gives him a motive for committing the crime. Most importantly, this guy is also from Tuen Mun."

Upon hearing the intelligence department's words, Chen Jiajun immediately sneered: "Good heavens, it seems this kid can't escape responsibility either."

"Boss, should I send someone to bring Guan Youbo over for a chat?" Old Yu suggested.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "No need, we are the victims now. You compile a list of their contacts and send a copy to Zhuang Ziwei of the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit. Don't worry about the rest. The most important thing is to find the escaped robber. At the same time, spread the word that anyone who dares to rob our Hung Hing will be killed."

On the other hand, Guan Youbo was bailed out thanks to his female boss's powerful connections.

However, being followed by the police almost every day made him extremely irritable and helpless.

Disturbed and confused, he went to the Kowloon Gun Club again, wanting to play a few rounds.

"You're really lucky. I thought they would revoke your gun license," the gun club administrator said to Guan Youbo with a smile.

Upon seeing the pistol placed in front of him, Guan Youbo did not immediately reach for it but instead took a deep breath.

Seeing his condition, the gun club administrator shook his head and said, "There used to be a gun king named Miao Zhishun, who was a police officer. After he killed a mentally ill gun king, he was able to overcome his psychological barriers. But after he killed the second prisoner, he could no longer hold a gun."

"Try it, and if it doesn't work, don't force it."

Guan Youbo nodded, took his gun to the shooting range, but couldn't pull the trigger at all when shooting at the paper target.

At this moment, a man wearing glasses approached Guan Youbo and said, "You don't dare to shoot? You've killed people before, how can you still use this kind of weapon? It's so much more exciting to shoot real people."

As he spoke, he grabbed the muzzle of the gun and said viciously, "Shoot me, you bastard, you want to kill me?"

Guan Youbo said nervously, "Didn't you also want to kill me?"

"I want more than just to kill you. I also want to be your woman," the man provocatively retorted.

Guan Youbo immediately exploded, shoving him aside and pointing a gun at him, saying, "Say it again, say it again."

The man dared not provoke him any further. It was clear that Guan Youbo was in a state of mental collapse. He had come to Guan Youbo to get money, not to lose his life here.

Guan Youbo calmed down and said to the man, "Atao!"

The man in front of you, named Atao, is the last robber who escaped from the robbery, and Guan Youbo is the mastermind behind the robbery.

"Come on. I'm here to get my share of the money. I'll leave as soon as I'm done, and we'll never see each other again," Atao said irritably.

Guan Youbo said helplessly, "The agent who agreed to help us has been arrested."

"So what? Just find another one," Atao said coldly.

“Not everyone is willing to take on those bonds, and I’m trying to figure something out,” Guan Youbo said immediately.

Atao sneered: "You said those bonds were as valuable as cash, that's why I had someone do it. How could something so valuable not be unwanted?"

"You make it sound so simple, why don't you go and do it yourself?"

"If I knew, would I need you?" Atao shoved Guan Youbo aside angrily and said viciously, "Now you're all high and mighty as a hero, and what about me? I'm hiding like a rat. And what's more, you probably don't know, do you? These bonds are actually from Hung Hing. Do you even know who you've messed with?"

Upon hearing Ah Tao's words, Guan Youbo staggered, grabbed his collar in shock, and said, "What the hell are you saying? These bonds belong to Hung Hing?"

"You idiot, you don't even know whose money you're after." Ah Tao shoved Guan Youbo aside and said viciously, "If the Hung Hing people trace it back to us, may your whole family die! You tell me why I'm in such a hurry!"

Hearing Atao's words, Guan Youbo became even more flustered.

I thought the traffic cop who didn't die was troublesome enough, but now it seems there's more trouble than that.

He knew he couldn't stay in Hong Kong any longer; he had to sell his bonds and leave immediately.

After a moment of silence, Guan Youbo said, "Go prepare the boat. We'll leave as soon as I've cashed out the bonds."

Ah Tao calmed down and then said coldly, "Fine, but I want half."

"If you do a good job, you can have it all." Guan Youbo no longer cared about embezzling customers' money to speculate in foreign exchange. He didn't even care about his girlfriend anymore; all he wanted was to run away immediately. So, after leaving the Kowloon Gun Club, he deliberately shook off the police and then found the superior of the manager he had contacted earlier.

After the phone call, he drove directly to the outlying island and took a speedboat out to sea.

Not far from the waters off Hong Kong, he spotted a yacht moored in the open sea.

Before boarding the ship, Guan Youbo was subjected to a full body search by the other party's men and had his mobile phone handed over.

"Please come upstairs." The bodyguard gestured for them to come up.

Guan Youbo arrived at the upper deck and met the person he was supposed to see that day.

A mixed-race man wearing sunglasses.

Guan Youbo spoke directly, saying, "Mr. Jiang, I am a friend of Mr. Gao."

The man called Mr. Jiang took off his sunglasses and then said to Guan Youbo, "Have you discussed this on the phone?"

"No," Guan Youbo said, shaking his head.

Mr. Jiang cursed, "This stupid pig doesn't even know he's being listened to."

He then glanced at Guan Youbo and asked, "What's the real deal?"

“My client has a batch of bearer bonds that he urgently needs to cash out.” Guan Youbo picked up the oil paper bag in his hand.

Mr. Jiang glanced at it, then said casually, "Those armored trucks?"

Guan Youbo said warily, "Old Gao said you wouldn't ask about the source."

Mr. Jiang didn't say much, but just smiled and shook his head, saying, "Then you should know that this batch of goods belongs to Hung Hing. Now both the underworld and the legitimate world are watching it, which is quite troublesome. Even if you hold onto it for several years, you may not be able to get it out. The risk is high and the cost is high. Do you think there's any difference between holding this batch of goods and a death warrant?"

Seeing the guy's relaxed expression, Guan Youbo knew that he didn't take the risks of these bonds seriously at all.

What he wanted to do was to lower the price.

“40%.” Guan Youbo didn’t hesitate; his main priority now was to convert this stuff into money.

Mr. Jiang was right about one thing: this thing is now a death warrant.

Mr. Jiang was not satisfied with the price, and smiled dismissively without saying a word.

"30% 20%!" Guan Youbo finally couldn't hold back any longer, throwing the bonds over and saying coldly, "The bottom line is 17.5%. If you don't agree, I'd rather burn it."

Upon hearing Guan Youbo's words, Mr. Jiang picked up the bond, glanced at it, and then said with a smile, "Deal."

Subsequently, Guan Youbo followed Mr. Jiang's men to a secluded underground parking lot to conduct the transaction.

A white van was parked in the parking lot. After Mr. Jiang's men opened it, they found it contained packages of neatly wrapped US dollars.

Guan Youbo handed the bonds to the other party and then checked the authenticity of the US dollars.

The other party also hired an expert to verify the authenticity of the bonds.

After both parties confirmed that there were no problems, Mr. Jiang's men threw the van keys to Guan Youbo and then left with their men.

Guan Youbo, on the other hand, left immediately after receiving the keys.

Now that he has the money, he needs to take care of some final matters before leaving Hong Kong.

They had no idea that someone was secretly watching them.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiajun already knew that someone had taken his bearer bonds.

A surge of anger welled up inside him, and he slammed his fist on the table, standing up abruptly: "Damn it! It's been so long since I've been active in Hong Kong, and now all sorts of Tom, Dick, and Harry are jumping out and baring their teeth at me. Knowing it's mine, someone still dares to take it. Old Yu!"

Seeing his boss get angry, Lao Yu quickly asked, "Boss, what should we do?"

Chen Jiajun said coldly, "Bring the brothers and let's go meet that greedy Mr. Jiang."

Old Yu nodded and immediately called several skilled men to follow Chen Jiajun out the door.

It had been a long time since he'd seen the boss lose his temper like this, and Old Yu couldn't help but feel sorry for Mr. Jiang.

"Ha, this kind of fool is the easiest to fool."

Mr. Jiang, with a cigar in his mouth, said to his subordinate, "Didn't you notice?"

The subordinate shook his head: "That kid didn't even notice that we gave him consecutively numbered bills."

"They exchanged the money they couldn't spend for bonds worth four hundred million US dollars. What a highly profitable deal, boss!" the appraiser complimented.

Mr. Jiang shook his head and said, "That's not how it works. I don't dare to touch these bonds right now. It would be terrible if the Hung Hing people found out. I estimate I'll have to hold onto them for a while before I can sell them to people in Malaysia or Singapore."

"You know, Sir Chen is not an easy person to talk to."

Just as the group was chatting, a voice suddenly came over: "You know I'm not someone to be trifled with, yet you still dare to touch my things?"

Upon hearing this sound, Mr. Jiang and the others were startled and looked downstairs.

He discovered that the door to his villa had been opened, and his bodyguards had been knocked to the ground.

Then Chen Jiajun, dressed in a black suit, walked in, glanced at Mr. Jiang upstairs, and said indifferently, "I don't like talking to people with my head up."

As soon as Chen Jiajun finished speaking, the two young demon slaves beside him darted out like arrows and grabbed at Mr. Jiang upstairs.

Two bodyguards immediately stood in front of Mr. Jiang, ready to stop him.

Unfortunately, these bodyguards were no match for the young demon slaves.

He charged straight at the enemy's gun barrel, taking two bullets before finally closing in within three steps of the two bodyguards.

Then, a fist the size of a sandbag slammed directly into the faces of the two bodyguards.

This caused the two bodyguards to fall into a deep, baby-like sleep.

Another young demon slave grabbed Mr. Jiang by the collar and threw him off the building.

It landed right at Chen Jiajun's feet.

"Mr. Jiang, is that right?" Chen Jiajun had a chair brought over and sat down in front of him, speaking coldly.

Although Mr. Jiang was already quite disheveled from the fall, he still struggled to get up and said with a smile, "Little Jiang, you can just call me Little Jiang."

"There are so many money launderers in Hong Kong, and we Hung Hing have never touched people like you. How come you've come to cause trouble for us?" Chen Jiajun said coldly to Mr. Jiang while smoking a cigarette.

Mr. Jiang was speechless at this moment, since the fact that Chen Jiajun had come to him meant that he already knew what had happened.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "I know, Hong Kong has been quite chaotic lately. Especially you money launderers, you've made a lot of money for those big circles and gotten a lot of benefits. So you're not even following the rules anymore?"

"Sir Chen, I was bewitched. Please forgive me this once, please forgive me this once." Mr. Jiang panicked when he heard Chen Jiajun's calm tone.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "It's no use talking to me. I'm here to take back what's mine."

Mr. Jiang immediately said, "I'll bring it to you right away."

As he spoke, his subordinate quickly retrieved the bearer bonds that Chen Jiajun had lost and placed them respectfully in front of Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Alright, I'm no longer a member of the martial arts world, so I won't get involved in this kind of thing. Old Yu, you should talk to Mr. Jiang yourself."

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Mr. Jiang's face immediately showed a look of fear.

Everyone in the underworld knows that the current head of Hung Hing is Old Prisoner, who is notoriously ruthless.

If I were to talk to him, I'd skin him alive. (End of Chapter)