Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 91 A ruthless and bloodthirsty demon!
Near the A-Ma Temple in Haojiang, halfway up the mountain.

A Portuguese-style mansion occupies most of the hilltop.

This is the estate of Macau casino tycoon He Xin.

When Chen Jiajun arrived at the manor gate, he received a call from Jiang Tiansheng.

"Ah Jun! I want to give you the credit for the things in Haojiang. You've done a great job this time!"

Although Jiang Tiansheng was gritting his teeth, he spoke in a cheerful tone.

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Mr. Jiang."

Chen Jiajun said calmly. He could imagine how Jiang Tiansheng was gritting his teeth when he heard Jiang Tiansheng's tone of amusement and surprise.

“Ah Jun, I’m happy that you think that way, but you’re still too modest.”

"By the way, you just called. I'm thinking of opening a branch in Macau. Do you support me?"

"Of course I'll support it."

After pretending to be a snake for a while, Chen Jiajun didn't forget to ask Jiang Tiansheng for reimbursement: "Thank you for your support, Mr. Jiang. Also, I need some money to deal with the mess from last night. After all, you know the Macau police are very greedy. The other three casinos also need to be renovated."

"Sha Qiang should still have a sum of money on his side."

Jiang Tiansheng immediately felt a pang of heartache; no one's money comes from thin air.

“That bastard Qiang was seriously injured by Fat Dog’s men yesterday and is still in the hospital. Moreover, he doesn’t have enough money. He needs at least 50 million. If he doesn’t have that amount, I will have to give up the other two gambling halls.”

Chen Jiajun also made an outrageous demand.

"Alright, I'll have someone get Ah Yao to bring the money over right away."

Sensing the underlying meaning in Chen Jiajun's words, Jiang Tiansheng immediately expressed his opinion.

"Alright, I'm at the gambling king's house now. Mr. Jiang, let's talk another day."

Led by the butler, Chen Jiajun and his entourage entered the manor. A handsome, tall, middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the mansion: "You are Hung Hing's Mad Dragon, Chen Jiajun?"

"It is indeed I, Mr. He."

Chen Jiajun responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

“Jie Shiwei and the others all call me Brother Xin, so you can call me Brother Xin too.”

"Come in, everyone, have a seat," He Xin said with a smile.

In the study of the manor, a servant brought in several cups of coffee, and while smoking a cigar, He Xin sized up Chen Jiajun.

He secretly admired the young man, noting how handsome he was, only slightly less so than when he was younger.

He said, "I've already taken care of the police in Macau. Just don't cause any trouble for the next while."

In the 1980s, corruption in Macau was even worse than in Hong Kong. This situation only changed after the handover. It is said that on the eve of the handover, a high-ranking official took several tons of gold and left Macau.

"Yes, we Hung Hing came to Hong Kong mainly to make a living, so naturally we should make money peacefully."

Chen Jiajun nodded repeatedly, then took out a printed document and got straight to the point: "Mr. He, I came to visit you today specifically for another matter."

I believe the current downturn in the gambling industry in Macau is due to two main reasons: firstly, the casino environment is poor and the decor is not up to standard; secondly, the casino's systems are not sufficiently robust.

"Oh?"

He Xin took the manuscript, glanced at it, and then looked up at Chen Jiajun for a long time. The manuscript was substantial and detailed, not vague at all.

"Mr. He, we will renovate the three casinos of Hung Hing, and at the same time we will introduce a system called junket operators."

Our casino staff provide gamblers with a one-stop service, ensuring they enjoy royal treatment as soon as they arrive in Macau. Aside from the inability to have children, we provide whatever they desire.

If you keep your customers happy, gamblers will naturally be more willing to spend more money.

Chen Jiajun explained the rules of the junket operator to He Xin in detail.

While listening to Chen Jiajun's explanation, He Xin flipped through the business plan in his hand. After listening, he threw the business plan on the table and said, "Young man, what do you want?" "I will invest a huge amount of money to renovate the three gambling halls of Hung Hing and make them the diamond halls of the gambling city, which means VIP halls."

Whenever my customers come, the hotel gives me the biggest discount, a price that's 10% above cost, to let my gamblers stay.

Furthermore, I would like to renegotiate profit sharing with SJM Holdings. If, within three months, SJM's revenue from these three gaming halls is less than that of its other gaming halls, the profit sharing will remain the same as before.

After Chen Jiajun finished speaking, he looked into He Xin's eyes.

In the early 1980s, casinos in Macau operated in a crude and direct way: gambling. There were no other methods.

He Xin took a couple of puffs of his cigar, looked at Chen Jiajun and laughed heartily, "I admire young people with brains and ideas. Your proposal is good. I will hand it over to Jie Shiwei. I'll give you six months to do it well."

After a pause, He Xin added, "In addition, regarding the profit sharing of these three casinos, Hung Hing will take 70% and SJM Holdings 30%."

For He Xin, the young man in front of him was quick-witted, resourceful, and intelligent.

What harm would it do to lend a hand? Besides, he had a vague feeling that the proposal was very well-developed and might bring him some unexpected surprises.

"Thank you, Mr. He!" Chen Jiajun stood up and extended his hand to He Xin.

"Don't call me Hesheng, call me Brother Xin."

"Thank you, Brother Xin. I won't bother you any longer. We brothers will take our leave now."

There was still a lot to do in the casino. Once he got what he wanted, Chen Jiajun immediately got up.

"I won't keep you for dinner. This is my personal number. Feel free to come visit sometime." He Xin handed over a business card.

……

Donning sunglasses, Chen Jiajun led the young demon slaves outside, still within the manor.

A Lamborghini drove into the estate, and a stunningly beautiful young girl, still retaining a youthful innocence, stepped out of the car and chattered excitedly, "Daddy, Daddy~~"

The girl was very reckless and didn't notice Chen Jiajun and his group at all. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late, and she bumped right into Chen Jiajun.

"Oops~"

The girl almost fell.

Chen Jiajun quickly reached out and hugged him.

"Tian'er, Tian'er, are you alright!"

A young man, slightly older than Chen Jiajun, stepped out of the driver's seat of the Lamborghini: "Mr. Chen, I apologize for my impetuousness."

The young master recognized Chen Jiajun's identity at a glance.

Chen Jiajun immediately recognized the young woman and the young man as He Xin's beloved daughter, He Tian'er, and his successor, He Tianbao.

He helped He Tian'er sit up straight and nodded to He Tianbao, saying, "Miss He, Young Master He."

After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

Having regained her footing, He Tian'er couldn't help but look curiously at Chen Jiajun's back.

The worst thing about people is comparison.

Chen Jiajun has always been the most handsome among the young demon slaves.

"Brother, who is he?"

"Who is he? Hung Hing's Mad Dragon, a ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye!"

"what?"

The girl screamed in surprise, after all, Chen Jiajun really didn't look like someone who would get involved in such activities.

(End of this chapter)