Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

The next day, Mike was summoned to Ren Qingtian's villa.

Although Ren Qingtian had some doubts, he did not confirm that Mike was an undercover police officer.

However, Ren Qingtian needed a new face to take charge of dealing with Da Sang.

There just happens to be such a person; not using him is like using him for nothing.

After Mike arrived, Ren Qingtian said directly, "You're here. I need to talk to you!"

Mike immediately asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Mike has established himself in Hong Ying Society and is eager to climb the ranks.

After all, gang life seemed to suit him better than being a policeman.

"Regarding the grand funeral..." Ren Qingtian hesitated for a moment before speaking.

But before Ren Qingtian could finish speaking, his trusted subordinate, Laji, blurted out, "That guy is heartless and ruthless, I'll go and take care of him!"

"You're crazy!" Ren Qingtian rolled his eyes and said, "Wouldn't that be like our own people fighting each other?"

The trash realized he'd said too much, so he suggested directly, "Let's find an outsider to do it!"

Ren Qingtian frowned but remained silent.

Mike, eager to prove himself, quickly said, "I understand, let me try."

Ren Qingtian didn't say much, he just nodded slowly.

……

That arrogant guy, Da Sang, already has enemies everywhere.

This guy is afraid of dying, and he has several underlings at home specifically to protect his wife and children.

Two days later is the full moon of Da Sang's son, and Mike plans to use this opportunity to set a trap for Da Sang.

So he specifically asked Ren Qingtian to entrust him with the task of delivering the gift, and then had someone get two packets of laundry detergent and stuff them into the gift.

When the time came, he carried a large bag of gifts to the funeral home.

Mike delivered the gifts to Da Sang's house, put them down, and said to Da Sang, "Brother Sang's child is one month old today, and Brother Tian asked me to bring some gifts up!"

Da Sang glanced at it and said directly to Mike, "Take it all!"

Mike looked embarrassed and said, "Brother Sang, really?"

"What do you mean it isn't? I told you to take it away!" Da Sang's face immediately darkened, and he said loudly.

“It’s tough being a small fry!” Since he was planning to set a trap for Da Sang, Mike was very restrained, completely unlike the arrogant person he had been when he was arguing with Da Sang in the hotel that day.

Da Sang, however, was not about to let up, and said coldly, "I'm just trying to make things difficult for you, you little bastard!"

"Brother Tian told me to do something, and I must see it through to the end!" Mike said with a forced smile.

Da Sang immediately ordered the window to be opened, then picked up the gifts and pretended to throw them out: "Are you going to take them yourself, or should I throw them out?"

Mike had no choice but to stand up and apologize: "Brother Sang, I was wrong about what happened last time, please forgive me!"

Da Sang's face immediately contorted into a violent expression. He began punching and kicking Mike, yelling and cursing, "What? Now you're scared? Too late, you bastard!"

After being brutally beaten, Mike waved his hand and said, "Brother Sang, are you satisfied now? Let's call it even!"

"Consider it? I'm not done with you yet!" Da Sang said coldly, "I'll stop here for now, just to give Brother Tian some face! Get out of here!"

Seeing that Da Sang had finally accepted all the items, Mike revealed a strange smile.

Then he left Da Sang's house meekly.

Just as Da Sang was holding his son and talking, Shou Xia suddenly looked downstairs and said to Da Sang, "Boss, the cops are here!"

"Take our son inside first." Da Sang glanced around, then looked downstairs. Sure enough, police cars were approaching. "Tch, we didn't sell drugs or kidnap anyone, what are we afraid of!"

Soon the doorbell rang, and a group of police officers walked in holding a search warrant: "We are the police, and this is a search warrant from the court. Who is the homeowner? We need to search the house!"

"Of course it's me, who else could it be but them!" Da Sang walked over and said to the policeman in a flippant tone.

The policeman calmly said to his subordinate, "Get to work!"

Soon the police broke into Dasang's home and began searching everywhere.

"Sir, we've made a discovery!"

Soon, they found two packets of laundry detergent among the pile of gifts Mike had brought.

When Da Sang saw this thing, he was dumbfounded and quickly explained, "Officer, this thing is not mine. Someone just brought it over!"

But the police ignored him and said directly, "Go talk to the judge!"

"Hey, my son is turning one month old today, give me some face!" Da Sang's eyes darted around.

He wasn't some law-abiding citizen; he was a gang leader.

If it really goes to court, what isn't his will become his, so it absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the police.

“Go talk to the judge!” the policeman said coldly.

No one expected that Da Sang would suddenly attack and knock the policeman to the ground.

Then Da Sang's men rushed forward, hindering the police pursuit and giving him time to escape.

In a panic, Da Sang fled to the kitchen and opened the window.

However, he didn't jump down. Instead, he took off a pair of clothes and threw them to his underlings downstairs, telling them to wear his clothes and run away quickly.

He himself climbed up the building's water pipes.

The police saw the man dressed in mourning clothes fleeing in panic and immediately called for backup to chase after the underlings.

Da Sang chuckled smugly, "These cops are all idiots. Did they really have to jump? Watched too many action movies? Morons!"

As he spoke, Da Sang had already climbed to the rooftop.

He just didn't expect to see an unexpected person on the rooftop.

That was Mike, whom he had already driven away.

"Brother Sang!"

Mike lit a cigarette, looked down at Da Sang with a mocking smile.

He put the laundry detergent in, he called the police, he orchestrated it all.

The purpose was to get rid of that idiot, Da Sang.

The great mourner was now hanging in mid-air, and he was in a complete panic.

She quickly said to Mike, "Brother Mike, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

Mike sneered and said, "Brother Sang, I'm sorry too!"

As he spoke, he reached out and pressed his hand against Da Sang's face, pushing him off the roof.

Watching Da Sang fall from the rooftop and slam his waist hard against the iron gate, Mike revealed a smug smile before leaving the building.

The death of Da Sang was good news for the Hong Ying Society.

After all, nobody wants to cause trouble during this period.

Didn't you see that the four major triads—the Number Gang, Wo Luen Shing, Sun Kee, and Hung Hing—are behaving themselves? Why are these smaller triads causing trouble? Do they think they have too much time on their hands?
Managing the funeral was in the best interests of everyone in the organization.

However, on the surface, Ren Qingtian, as the head of the organization, still prepared a funeral for Da Sang.

“I’m also very saddened by this great loss,” Ren Qingtian said in a low voice. “I will help take care of your wife and child! Someone needs to manage his territory too.”

One of the gang leaders quickly said, "Yes, Brother Tian! The Ma Ba gang is already eyeing us!"

Upon hearing the hall master speak, everyone nodded in agreement, appearing ready to divide the meat at any moment.

Ren Qingtian smiled and sat down with the gang members, then took out a map and said, "Pete, you were in charge of Wan Chai, so I'm handing it over to you now!"

"North of Percival Street, Ah-Chung, you're in charge! Sheung Wan and Sai Ying Pun, you're in charge, Trash!"

Trash immediately grinned: "Brother Tian, ​​you're in charge!"

Ren Qingtian spread his hands and said, "Now in Hongying, only three senior members remain: me, Uncle Bo, and Feilong. I'll take charge of the accounts! Kowloon belongs to Uncle Bo, Feilong manages the New Territories, and Aberdeen is..."

Ren Qingtian turned his gaze to the eager Mike, then smiled and said, "It's all yours now!" Mike couldn't help but smile and quickly said to Ren Qingtian, "Thank you, boss!"

Pete laughed and said, "Congratulations, Mike, you're now one of the Four Heavenly Kings!"

Ren Qingtian raised his wine glass and said with a smile, "Cheers!"

Everyone received their due benefits, except for Trash, who seemed a little unhappy!

After everyone left, Trash found Ren Qingtian: "Boss, I don't understand, why did you push that kid to the top!"

Ren Qingtian's face darkened, and he said to the trash, "What, you don't agree with my decision?"

Trash Chicken quickly said, "Boss, I've been with you for over twenty years. Do you think I'm that kind of person? I just feel like this kid... has some issues!"

Ren Qingtian chuckled lightly: "Do you think I wouldn't be able to see it if you can?"

"Huh?" The trash was stunned for a moment: "Then you..."

Ren Qingtian shook his head and said, "Someone told me that a few undercover agents have infiltrated our gang, and I've been investigating who they are! Right now, the most suspicious ones seem to be Mike and Acong!"

"So I leave all the dirty work to them. Don't you understand? The faster you rise to power, the faster you die!"

Trash immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Sorry, boss, I didn't know..."

"Alright, just keep this to yourself. Do what you normally would!" Ren Qingtian instructed, "Don't let anyone see through your act."

Laji said to Ren Qingtian with some helplessness, "Boss, I'm not good at acting."

Laji naturally understood Ren Qingtian's meaning, but asking him to act was a rather difficult task for him.

Ren Qingtian said irritably, "Just keep a cold face in front of Mike and see how annoyed he is! That kid thinks he's so smug because he used some tricks to outmaneuver Da Sang, he definitely won't see through it."

The trash could only scratch the back of his head and say, "I can only do my best!"

Ren Qingtian nodded: "It'll be time to go home in two days. Warn your men to stay put in the area and don't let anyone cause any trouble! If I find out, I won't hold back!"

Trash nodded quickly: "I understand, boss!"

After the trash left, Ren Qingtian turned on the TV, and coincidentally, the person being interviewed on TV was none other than Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun, who also came from a gangster background, is now on a completely different level from those gangsters.

He was surrounded by politicians and wealthy businessmen, and wherever he went, people addressed him respectfully as "Sir".

This is what Ren Qingtian wants but cannot have.

……

The homecoming dinner was held in the Grand Auditorium of the New Wing of the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre.

The day was exceptionally grand, with lanterns and decorations everywhere.

Because on this day, Hong Kong finally ended 156 years of British colonization here.

On this day, the English flag was finally taken down.

The troops stationed in Hong Kong have also begun the handover process.

Police removed all the insignia representing the Queen of England and replaced them with the Bauhinia flower, a symbol of Hong Kong.

The elders of the family attended the dinner in person.

Accompanying them were several bigwigs, and the rest were all members of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

The most striking thing was that a young man had mixed in with a group of old men.

Chen Jiajun dressed in a low-key black suit today and helped his elders into the convention hall.

No title, no matter how honorable, can compare to the honor of walking this path.

After the banquet began, stars from Shaw Brothers, Golden Harvest, and Hung Hing Film Company attended and performed, making it a truly star-studded event.

At such an important moment, no one was foolish enough to cause trouble.

The handover was conducted very calmly.

By midnight, Victoria Harbour was dazzling.

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Jiajun felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Then the elders raised their glasses, and everyone drank together, signifying the arrival of a new era!

Chen Jiajun did not participate in anything after the banquet.

Chen Jiajun has never been interested in politics. He has already been designated by Fok Ying-nan as the successor of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in the business world, and he does not want to get too close to the political world.

However, during the dinner, Chen Jiajun mentioned the Asian financial crisis to his elders.

If the situation in Indonesia is not yet clear, the events that have occurred in Thailand are already showing some signs of what's to come.

Although the elders didn't say much, their meaning was clear: if those opportunistic foreigners and financial tycoons wanted to get their hands on Hong Kong, they would definitely be sent back home naked.

With the elders' words of advice, Chen Jiajun felt at ease.

After the dinner party at home, he summoned his main group the next day.

Luo Minsheng, Zhuo Yu, and Sima Nianzu are already raising funds, preparing to take advantage of the momentum of this Asian financial crisis to make a big splash.

Chen Jiajun also turned his attention to overseas markets, preparing to see how things were going.

Thailand was the first to be affected, with its foreign exchange and other financial markets in chaos.

This is the most vulnerable target for international speculators.

Once the Thai baht falls, a series of defeats await.

This defeat is about to become a storm that will begin to sweep across the whole of Asia.

Chen Jiajun was considering whether to prevent this storm from forming.

However, after talking with Luo Minsheng, Zhuo Yu, Sima Nianzu, and several finance professors invited from Hong Kong University, I realized that no matter what we did, it was all in vain.

This collapse is systemic and cannot be stopped by human power.

Unless... several countries can join forces!
But this is just wishful thinking. Which of the Southeast Asian countries can actually join forces?

It's already a great favor that we don't fight when we meet.

All Chen Jiajun can do is mind his own business and ignore the problems others face.

After having a concrete plan, Chen Jiajun began to mobilize resources from Hong Kong, Macau, and Brunei.

As for Taiwan, Chen Jiajun also sent a warning to Haitang.

On the other side of Taiwan, Haitang's Donghu Group, also has a lot of investments. Under Chen Jiajun's warning, Haitang has also adopted a defensive posture and does not plan to make any moves during this period.

Although it may result in some losses, at this point, whoever loses less wins!

……

In Chen Jiajun's mansion, Guan Jiahui came to his study with some heartache.

Because of the financial crisis, Chen Jiajun has only slept a few hours these days.

Whenever Guan Jiahui woke up, she would find that the light in Chen Jiajun's study was on.

"How did you get in here!" Chen Jiajun put down his work and smiled as he pulled Guan Jiahui close.

Guan Jiahui sat on Chen Jiajun's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said, "I just noticed you look really tired lately!"

"It's alright, it'll be fine after this period!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Guan Jiahui said helplessly, "You just know how to brush me off! I heard you've been raising funds everywhere lately. Tell me honestly, is something big about to happen?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "It is indeed a big deal, but when have you ever seen your man lose?"

“Although I don’t know what happened, but…” Guan Jiahui rarely interfered in Chen Jiajun’s affairs, but this time he sensed that Chen Jiajun was unusually nervous, and said worriedly, “Couldn’t it have been avoided?”

"Obviously not!" Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said, "They've come to our doorstep, we can't just stand by and do nothing! Okay, you go to sleep obediently. After I'm done with this busy period, I'll take you guys to Europe for a trip. Haven't you always wanted to go?"

Chen Jiajun kissed Guan Jiahui and then saw him out of the study.

Although this battle is a sure win, Chen Jiajun must seize the greatest benefit!

We must ensure that those international speculators who went to negotiate go back empty-handed! (End of Chapter)