Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 232, Section 231: The wealthy and powerful island nation's conglomerate!
In island nations, workplaces have a strict hierarchical system, with subordinates often having to bow to their superiors. This is a perverse aspect of island workplace culture. Some superiors also take advantage of female subordinates, as depicted in movies.

Koji received the order and immediately took the documents and drove to the Coca-Cola Company. After being informed, he arrived at the door of the president's office at the Coca-Cola Company.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kodera, our CEO is currently meeting with a guest!"

"Please wait in the lounge for a moment while I pour you some coffee. Sorry!"

After confirming the blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged secretary, Koji Tsuyoshi and seven or eight other Japanese were arranged to rest in the lounge area until the president finished talking with the Chinese people, and then a meeting would be arranged!

This was actually at the behest of Bill, the president of Coca-Cola, who wanted to compare prices from different companies and sell Columbia Pictures for a good price.

When Koji arrived at the lounge, he saw more than twenty Chinese men in suits staring at him menacingly as he entered.

Koji was startled. Had the Chinese already met Bill?
Oh no, we're too late?
Ten minutes later, Yang Jun and Bill came out of the office together. They shook hands, and Yang Jun said to Bill:
"Mr. Bill, we hope you will consider this carefully. Our Giant Group is very sincere!"

"Of course, Mr. Yang, you've come all the way to Los Angeles, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow!"

Bill was in his forties, with a square face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and dressed in a suit and tie. He was very polite, but it was easy to tell that it was all fake politeness, just a business charade.

After Yang Jun came out, Luo Tianhong, Da Dong and others stood up, glared fiercely at the Japanese, and surrounded Yang Jun. More than 30 people escorted Yang Jun down the elevator like stars surrounding the moon.

As soon as Xiaosi saw Bill come out, he quickly went up to him and said with a fawning smile:
Good morning, Mr. Bill!

Bill saw Xiaosi approaching and a smug look appeared on his face. He had just dealt with the Chinese, and now the Japanese were coming to his door. His Columbia Pictures was still in high demand. Not only would he not lose money, but he might even make a fortune.

"Mr. Kodera, I'm so sorry about earlier. There was an important guest present."

"They're a conglomerate from Hong Kong, and they also want to acquire my Columbia Pictures, but the price hasn't been agreed upon yet."

"Now that I have time, let's discuss this in detail!"

Bill deliberately put pressure on Kojima, making it clear that both sides were there for the sake of the movie, in order to increase his bargaining power.

Kojiro's face darkened, but he quickly recovered and said with a smile:

“Mr. Bill, our company, Soni, can offer you a price that will satisfy you. What kind of money do these Chinese conglomerates have?”

"Don't fall for their tricks. Their so-called richest Chinese person is nothing compared to us. Our Sonne Company is backed by the Mitsui conglomerate!"

Koji said dismissively and walked into the office with Bill.

“Mr. Bill, I’ll get straight to the point. We are willing to offer $30 billion to acquire Columbia Pictures, which you own.”

"I believe only companies from our island nation can afford this price."

People from the island nation in the 80s had such a big mouth, and they were no exception in front of Americans. They were extremely arrogant and rude, and incredibly conceited.

Bill frowned as well. Although he didn't want to sell to the Japanese, Sony's offer was indeed quite high.

"Mr. Kodera, your offer has not met my expectations. I need to reconsider!"

"How about this, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow, and we can talk in detail then!"

Bill, who held the initiative, was also very shrewd. He didn't make a statement on the spot, but instead kept both sides hanging, making them keep bidding, just like an auction, driving the price up to the maximum.

Downstairs at the Coca-Cola company, Yang Jun had just gotten into his car when Luo Tianhong followed closely behind, smiling as she said:

"Jun-ge, how did it go? Did the talks with the foreigners go smoothly?"

Yang Jun shook his head, sighed, and said softly:

“Bill is a shrewd guy. I offered $20 billion, but he thought it was too low.”

Luo Tianhong was shocked. 20 billion US dollars was not enough. If it were converted into Hong Kong dollars, it would be more than 150 billion Hong Kong dollars.

Are Hollywood film studios really that expensive? Are foreign women's bodies really that precious?

"How much are the islanders offering?"

Luo Tianhong's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he said menacingly:

"I'll go and kill them all, then no one will be able to compete with the big boss!"

Yang Jun laughed heartily and patted Luo Tianhong on the shoulder. This method was simple and direct.

Ahua answered a phone call, and after hanging up, he said to Yang Jun:
"Boss, the monitoring team has reported that Sony has offered $30 billion!"

When Ahua went to the Coca-Cola company, he secretly planted a bugging device in Bill's office, and thus overheard Bill's conversation with the Japanese and learned their offer.

Yang Jun's expression changed. These islanders are really damn rich, spending 30 billion US dollars to acquire Columbia Pictures.

Isn't this just a huge rip-off? Columbia Pictures is only worth $18 billion, and they already paid a premium for it. I can't believe Sony is going this crazy!
"Boss, should we give up?"

Ahua's expression was solemn. It wasn't that he couldn't come up with 30 billion US dollars, but whether it was worthwhile!

Although Yang Jun is worth tens of billions of US dollars and has even more cash, this money is used to maintain the army, and the expenses are quite large, so it is not something to be squandered.

"Ahua, go and find out where those island nation people live?"

Yang Jun's gaze was sharp as he calmly issued an order.

It's impossible for Yang Jun to be ripped off with $30 billion; he's here in America to pick up bargains and take advantage!
This isn't some damn money-giving-to-Americans, damn it! Do you think I'm a sucker? 30 billion US dollars!
boom.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out!
The car Yang Jun was in came to an abrupt stop. Yang Jun braced his foot against the seat in front of him to avoid hitting the car.

"There's a gunman!"

Ahua shouted, and the bodyguards in all the other vehicles except the one carrying Yang Jun got out and surrounded the Maybach that Yang Jun was riding in.

Da Dong, dressed in a suit and tie with an earpiece in his ear, cocked his Glock pistol, his gaze cold and sharp as he looked around.

"Two motorcycles at the ten o'clock position."

More than twenty bodyguards in suits looked toward the ten o'clock position and, sure enough, there were two motorcycles with four men armed with guns speeding toward them.

Bang bang bang bang bang.
Under Da Dong's command, more than 20 bodyguards opened fire simultaneously, killing the four gunmen on the motorcycle on the spot.

The motorcycle overturned on the ground, and the gunman on it lay motionless in a pool of blood; it was unclear whether he was dead!
Pedestrians on the street were terrified and fled the scene. Police cars arrived quickly, and several state police officers, fully armed, ordered Da Dong and the others to put down their guns.

"Da Dong, put the gun down!"

Yang Jun frowned. He knew that American police were even more unruly than Hong Kong police, and they would open fire without warning!
In America, Mr. Yang's name doesn't carry much weight.

Da Dong lowered his pistol, raised his hands above his head, and said to the white police officers:
"I'm a professional bodyguard, I fired to protect my employer!"

Yang Jun suddenly realized a problem: Da Dong and the others' gun licenses were only valid in Hong Kong and had no legal effect in the United States.

Damn! This is a huge problem! Dozens of white police officers, as if facing a major threat, took Yang Jun and others back to the Los Angeles Police Department. Because Yang Jun is a foreign citizen, the case was also handled by the FBI.

"Mr. Yang, we sympathize with your situation. However, your bodyguard is suspected of excessive self-defense and will be handed over to the judicial authorities for processing."

"Now that you've signed this document, you can leave. Have a wonderful time in America!"

Tom Johnson, the head of the FBI's Los Angeles office, shook hands with Yang Jun and said with a smile.

Tom Johnson had checked Yang Jun's information and knew about Yang Jun's special status in Hong Kong, so he quickly released Yang Jun, but then ordered the arrest of Da Dong and others.

Yang Jun, however, shook his head with a cold face and said:
“Mr. Johnson, I was attacked on your territory, and not only have you failed to catch the perpetrator, you're now arresting my bodyguard?”

"If this gets back to Hong Kong, it will have a huge impact on your reputation!"

Yang Jun sat in Johnson's office, drinking coffee, and used the power of the media to threaten Tom Johnson.

"What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

Tom Johnson's eyes widened, and he angrily cursed. His purpose in doing this was to give Yang Jun a hard time!

He had already investigated and found out that Yang Jun was the mastermind behind the Hong Kong mafia, and that something bad was bound to happen when he came to Los Angeles.

Yang Jun crossed his legs and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"Literal meaning! They're not my bodyguards, they're my brothers!"

"I can't just watch them go to jail, Mr. Johnson. Please make an exception."

Yang Jun spoke to Tom Johnson in fluent English, his eyes showing no fear, and spoke with complete confidence.

Tom Johnson stared at Yang Jun with a stern face for a while, then burst into laughter:
"Mr. Yang, congratulations! You can bring your brothers along now!"

After much deliberation, Tom Johnson had to consider Yang Jun's influence in China and compromised, even giving him a thumbs-up in admiration.

"If you follow the law in America, we can become great friends!"

Yang Jun shook his cigar into the ashtray and said with a smile:

"Of course! Ahua, send some local specialties to Mr. Tom."

With the conflict resolved, Yang Jun, who will be doing business in the United States in the future, will naturally want to make more friends and fewer enemies!

Make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible.

Ahua placed a box of mooncakes on Tom Johnson's table and said with a smile:

"This is a specialty of our China. It's not worth much, but I'll give it to you as a souvenir!"

Tom Johnson's eyes lit up. He quietly placed the box under the table. Who would turn down money?

The United States is a money-driven society. To get promoted, you have to pave the way with money. Even when running for president, it's all about who has more money and the widest possible publicity channels!
Tom Johnson and others didn't dare open the mooncake box until they got to their apartment after get off work. Inside were indeed mooncakes, but they were made of pure gold—eight pure gold mooncakes, gleaming brightly.

"Oh my god! Mr. Yang is so generous. This gift is worth at least $20."

Tom Johnson's salary is high, hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, but who doesn't want more money?

I'm determined to be friends with this person!
Considering Yang Jun's status as the richest Chinese person and his impending acquisition of Columbia Pictures, Tom Johnson decided to take a gamble, betting that Yang Jun could gain a foothold in Los Angeles!

With the approval of the FBI's Los Angeles head, Da Dong and the others were quickly released.

Yang Jun walked out of the FBI building and said to Ahua:

“Find a security company in America and acquire it directly. It needs to have a gun license, and then register Da Dong’s gun license with the new company.”

"Spending more money is fine, as long as it's fast!"

Yang Jun then realized how inconvenient it was for Da Dong and the others not to have gun licenses. In the United States, some states allow legal gun ownership, and almost every household has a gun. California is one such state where gun ownership is legal, and families in Los Angeles all have guns and ammunition, but they need to apply for a license.

For Yang Jun, acquiring a security company was much easier and the process was much simpler!

"Yes, boss!"

Instead of going himself, Ahua instructed the Los Angeles branch of the Giant Empire Group to acquire a security company.

Giant Group had already established branches in Los Angeles and New York, mainly selling VCD players, televisions and other traded goods to earn foreign exchange for the head office. They also rented a floor in the central square of Santa Monica as office space.

The branch's general manager, Li Pingxiang, didn't dare delay after receiving Ahua's call. He immediately searched for a suitable security company in America and soon found one that was struggling financially, intending to forcibly acquire it.

Meanwhile, Yang Jun checked into a villa in Beverly Hills. When Jennifer heard that Yang Jun had been attacked, she immediately dropped her work and rushed back to comfort him.

"You scared me to death, Jun! Are you alright?"

Jennifer saw that Yang Jun was watching TV and didn't seem to be injured, so she breathed a sigh of relief, sat down next to Yang Jun, and put her arm around his waist.

Yang Jun stubbed out his cigar and said with a smile:

There are no external injuries, but internal injuries aren't visible to the naked eye; you'll need to feel them to tell.

Jennifer rolled her eyes at Yang Jun reproachfully. This man had been shot, yet he was still so carefree, joking around like that!

"Do you know who did it? Should I ask Chris for help?"

"NO~ I can handle this myself, you women should mind your own business!"

Yang Jun refused Jennifer's offer with a stern face, leaving Jennifer sulking for half a day!
Da Dong picked up his cell phone; it was Tom Johnson from the FBI calling, and he was revealing some information.

"Mr. Yang, according to our investigation, the attackers were most likely from On Leong Tong."

"The other party's nickname is Left Hand. He's a Red Pole of the On Leong Tong. His men attacked you on the street!"

On Leung Tong? Left Hand? Yang Jun frowned. He didn't remember ever having a feud with On Leung Tong.

Yang Jun had certainly heard of On Leong Tong. It was the most powerful Chinese community organization in Los Angeles, controlling Chinatown. It had a long history and ranked among the top five Chinese community organizations in the entire United States.
Previously, when Yang Jun became the head of the Wo Luen Shing Society, the On Leong Tong, representing the Los Angeles branch of the Hung Society, sent someone to congratulate him.

Yang Jun hung up the phone. He could trust the FBI's intelligence, but he couldn't necessarily trust Tom Johnson as a person.

Who knows if this opportunity will be used to incite Chinese people to kill each other? Such things have happened before.

"Ahua, Tom called and said that the shooting this morning was carried out by the left-hand man of On Leong Tong. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)