Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chen Jiajun gained a lot from this trip to the United States.

At least they've made connections with the California consortium.

While it's unlikely they'll use this tiger skin now, as DuckTiger and Inter grow stronger, the California consortium will certainly have some ideas.

At that time, Cao Weicai, who has American citizenship, can help Chen Jiajun settle down in North America.

Not to mention that they can also make political investments.

Chen Jiajun knows all about the future presidents of the United States!

After spending a few days with Monica, Chen Jiajun also prepared to return to China.

I came to America for two reasons: first, for company business, and second, to escape a period of leisure.

The jewelry exhibition was now a thing of the past, so Chen Jiajun boarded his private jet to return home.

When he returned to his residence in Hong Kong, it was already midnight.

The women in the house were probably already asleep, so Chen Jiajun didn't disturb them.

Upon entering his home, Chen Jiajun noticed that the garage lights were still on, and immediately frowned: "Damn it, did they break into my house?"

He tiptoed to the garage and found that He Tian'er, that brat, was fiddling with something.

Chen Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief, then coughed twice as if in a prank.

He Tian'er was so frightened that she almost jumped up.

When He Tian'er saw that it was Chen Jiajun who had returned, she rolled her eyes and said in annoyance, "You didn't even tell us you were coming back, and you scared me!"

Chen Jiajun walked over, put his arm around He Tian'er's slender waist, and said, "What are you doing in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

He Tian'er's pretty face immediately turned red, and she stammered without saying a word.

Chen Jiajun looked behind him curiously and found that the Mercedes-Benz C112 in the garage had been turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Not only was the front of the car dented, but one of its iconic gull-wing doors was also broken off.

It looked as ugly as if its wings had been broken.

Seeing Chen Jiajun's amused expression, He Tian'er cutely stuck out her tongue and said, "I didn't do it on purpose!"

"You went racing again?" Chen Jiajun said irritably.

He Tian'er said angrily, "I didn't race anyone on purpose! It was that rich kid who had such a foul mouth that I went to challenge him! Who knew I'd lose! Humph!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to He Tian'er, "Don't try that on me. You're planning to ask me to win it back for you?"

"Please!" He Tian'er had seen Chen Jiajun race cars before; he was definitely a top-notch driver, so naturally she wouldn't let him go.

Chen Jiajun said speechlessly, "You want me, a billionaire boss, to race cars with those spoiled brats? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

He Tian'er looked at Chen Jiajun with a pitiful expression, her face full of pleading.

Chen Jiajun couldn't stand the girl's attitude, so he could only sigh and say, "Then you have to promise me! You'll never race again, or I'll confiscate all your sports cars and then tell your grandpa!"

"That's great!" He Tian'er cheered on the spot.

Chen Jiajun shook his head helplessly, then got into a Bentley Hunaudières.

Following He Tian'er's directions, they drove directly to the gathering place of the street racers.

These biker gangs often race in the vicinity of Princess Road, and every now and then you can see a luxury car speeding past you.

Upon arriving at the destination, He Tian'er couldn't wait to yell at the group, "I'm back! Where's that brat?! Tell him to come out and face his death!"

Just then, a fat guy glanced to the side, then laughed loudly at a long-haired youth and said, "Brother Sky, the big fat sheep is here again! This time he even brought a brand new car!"

Upon hearing the nickname "Fatty," Chen Jiajun glanced at He Tian'er and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite famous among this group! Big Fat Sheep!"

He Tian'er immediately threw herself into Chen Jiajun's arms and said coquettishly, "Oh dear, you're making fun of me!"

At this moment, the long-haired young man walked over and said to He Tian'er, "Well, Miss Fatty, are you coming to give me money again?"

"Sky, you better not get too cocky. I've brought in some help this time!" He Tian'er said smugly. "Who's giving money to whom is still up in the air!"

The kid named Sky glanced at Chen Jiajun and said, "Why did you bring your uncle here! This is an event for young people!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiajun's lips twitched.

He was clearly young and handsome, yet these brats had called him "uncle." Chen Jiajun couldn't stand it! He decided to teach these bastards a lesson they wouldn't forget!

"Bullshit! What uncle? This is my man!" He Tian'er said fiercely. "Same rules as last time, one million. Dare to play?"

Sky said with a laugh, "I'm afraid you'll cry when you get back! But thankfully you weren't driving, so you shouldn't get killed, right?"

Chen Jiajun looked at Sky with amusement and said, "Kid, you're pretty arrogant!"

“I have the right to be arrogant!” Sky said with a smug look on his face.

"Then let's stop with the verbal sparring and see what happens on the field!" Chen Jiajun said calmly.

"Good!" Sky laughed and ordered his men to prepare the vehicles.

Seeing that there was another match, a group of young people gathered around again.

A scantily clad, sexy woman walked in front of the two cars, waving a red scarf.

"Are you ready?"

"start!"

As the red scarf fell, both sports cars roared like wild beasts.

The vehicles from both sides flew out like sharp swords.

To be honest, Chen Jiajun's skills may not be that great, but his physical fitness is several times that of the average person, including his dynamic vision.

Even though Sky's technology was far superior, Chen Jiajun's unbelievable reaction quickly left him behind.

The various drifts and cornering maneuvers left the spectators utterly dumbfounded.

Some people even worried that Chen Jiajun's driving style posed a risk of causing a fatal accident at any time.

Unfortunately, despite their anxious anticipation, Chen Jiajun remained as steady as a rock.

No matter how hard Sky tries to surpass it, there's no way.

All you can see is the distance between the two vehicles getting further and further apart.

In contrast, He Tian'er in the car was pale and about to vomit.

Soon, Chen Jiajun's Bentley Hunaudières crossed the finish line first, winning the race.

This caused everyone in the race to cheer.

Only He Tian'er started vomiting immediately after getting out of the car, and swore to Chen Jiajun, "I will never ride in your car again!"

When Sky drove back with a livid face, he walked straight toward Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun laughed and said, "Kid, how about that? Didn't you even see my taillights?"

"How did you do that?" Sky asked, looking astonished.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "I have no obligation to tell you. Now, you accept the consequences of your bet."

After a moment of silence, Sky had his men bring him a checkbook and wrote a check for one million.

Chen Jiajun glanced at it, then casually handed it to He Tian'er beside him: "Take this and buy a bag!"

"Hehe, I love you to death!" He Tian'er stood on tiptoe and kissed Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said with a doting look, "Alright, you've had your fun, it's time to go home, right?"

He Tian'er nodded quickly: "But I'll drive back!"

“Okay, okay, you drive!” Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Sky couldn't help but say to Chen Jiajun, "Hey, how about we play another round!"

Chen Jiajun looked at Sky with amusement and said, "If you really want to race, my suggestion is to participate in F1, pursue your limits and win international awards, instead of messing around on the streets."

"The best street racer is just a errand boy for bank robbers!"

After saying that, Chen Jiajun ignored the spoiled brat and got into his car.

After returning home, He Tian'er, who had been up all night, fell asleep on Chen Jiajun's chest, like a koala. (End of Chapter)