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

Chapter 244, Section 243: Chinese people neither provoke trouble nor fear it!

A Chinese man's name frequently appeared in American newspapers and even graced the cover of Time magazine, featuring a handsome Chinese man with his hands in his pockets, exuding confidence and charm.

"Jun, you look incredibly handsome! You're on the cover of Time magazine!"

Jennifer clung to Yang Jun's arm, her face full of admiration, and began to read a Time magazine carefully.

"Hong Kong's youngest billionaire, who controls a super-corporation with assets of over 10 billion US dollars and whose businesses span five continents, is the world's youngest Forbes super-rich person."

"A new world's richest man has emerged, with a net worth of US$120 billion. Mr. Yang Jun from the East."

Upon seeing this, Jennifer jumped up excitedly and shouted to Yang Jun:
"Jun, did you see that? The newspaper says you're the world's richest man, worth 120 billion US dollars!"

"Do you really have that much money? You're amazing!"

Jennifer stared at Yang Jun with her big, bright eyes, curious. Women are all attracted to strength.

Not all the billionaires on the Forbes list are gray-haired old men. When did Yang Jun, this outlier, appear? Jennifer was stunned.

She was also a fan of Forbes magazine and often bought a copy to read, but she never expected that her boyfriend would become the main character in it.

When Yang Jun saw the newspaper report, he was also shocked. Forbes magazine had published a new issue and listed him as the world's richest person in 1987.

The previous richest person in the world was a Japanese man, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, chairman of the Seibu Group, who was in the real estate industry and had a net worth of US$110 billion.

After Yang Jun acquired Columbia Pictures and Marvel Comics, several listed companies in Hong Kong saw their stock prices rise across the board, with the stock price once increasing by 20%. As a result, Yang Jun's net worth also began to soar, from US$100 billion to US$120 billion.

His ranking jumped from fifth on the Forbes list to the top, making him the youngest richest person in history.

He was also the first Chinese person to become the world's richest man, instantly becoming a global sensation and more famous than the Governor of Hong Kong.

Yang Jun was speechless. "I also want to keep a low profile, but my abilities won't allow it!"
"The above is all nonsense. I am not the richest man in the world. This is just the money on the surface."

Yang Jun shook his head. A net worth of 120 billion US dollars seems like a lot, but it's still far less than some ancient families.

This is just personal wealth. If we're talking about family wealth, Yang Jun's net worth wouldn't even rank. For example, the Morgan family's assets certainly exceed Yang Jun's, with hundreds of years of wealth accumulation far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Jennifer thought Yang Jun was being modest. She thought that all Chinese people were like that, even though they were very rich, they all kept a low profile and quietly made their fortune!

"Brother Jun, when can I go to Hong Kong with you?"

Jennifer's eyes lit up, thinking that going to Hong Kong with Yang Jun would allow her to quickly become his wife instead of his mistress.

Yang Jun sneered inwardly, fully understanding Jennifer's thoughts, and simply replied:

"Jennifer, Batman is about to start filming. It's a big production from Columbia Pictures. If you want to give up the lead role, I'll have the director find someone else."

"No, I can do it!"

Jennifer was startled. She had already inquired and learned that this was a big-budget production with tens of millions of dollars. It was a rare opportunity, and she didn't want to miss it!

Yang Jun's lips curled into a wicked smile. He could easily manipulate these dreamy girls!

Yang Jun picked up a magazine at random. It still had his picture on it. He shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't want to be so high-profile!
Sure enough, the phone rang soon after. Da Dong walked over with his mobile phone and said:

"Mr. Yang, Los Angeles Mayor Johnson wants to see you and invites you to dinner!"

Damn! An old foreign devil is having dinner with me.

Yang Jun felt contempt, but he couldn't avoid these kinds of social obligations.

"Okay, I understand. You can arrange a time with them."

With increased fame comes a lot of social engagements. The mayor of Los Angeles knows that the world's richest man is coming to Los Angeles, and he will definitely try his best to meet him and discuss the possibility of cooperation!
Yang Jun's desire to develop his business in California also depended on the protection of these local tyrants.

Over the next few days, Yang Jun met many important figures in Los Angeles, including the governor of California and several mayors of Los Angeles. He became acquainted with them and began investing heavily in businesses in the Los Angeles area.

Most of the investments are in restaurants, eateries, nightclubs, bars, etc., mostly in Chinese areas. One street of shops, stretching 50 meters long, was bought out and used as the headquarters of Wo Shing Tong.

Inside a bar in the San Gabriel Chinese community.

Mike was sitting in his office, checking on the business of the nearest hotels, when he received a message.

"Boss, something bad has happened! Little Trumpet is in trouble. He's been captured by the Heshengtang gang."

Mike was only in his early twenties, tall and imposing, with sharp, triangular eyes. Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he asked with a gloomy expression:

"What exactly happened? What right does Heshengtang have to arrest our people?"

The younger brother, Mouse, was short but clever, and immediately began to vividly recount what had happened.

"Boss, Heshengtang has invaded our territory, recruiting underlings on our land, and they won't even let us collect protection money!"

"The loudspeaker got into a conflict with them, and one of the shopkeepers was stabbed to death."

"To make a long story short," the mouse asked indignantly.

Upon hearing this, Mike realized that Heshengtang had broken the rules and encroached on his territory, which was unacceptable.

"Damn it! Gather the men and demand our men back!"

Mike is a rising star in the Huaqing Gang. He was previously Chen Xiong's top general, with hundreds of men under his command, making him a formidable force.

At Mike's command, hundreds of men armed with pistols went to the headquarters of the Heshengtang gang to demand the release of their hostages!

Ten minutes later, Mike encountered Dafei on a main road in the San Gabriel Chinatown.

Dafei, accompanied only by seven or eight henchmen, saw the menacing Mike and jokingly remarked:
"Mike, what's going on? You dare to come looking for us with just this few people?"

Seeing that his hundreds of underlings on the other side were not flustered at all, Dafei smiled and teased them.

Mike turned to look behind Dafei and sneered:
"Fuck you, Dafei! You've trespassed on my territory and arrested my men."

"How do you plan to settle this score? Don't think you can be so arrogant just because you and Shengtang have a powerful backer!"

Mike had already inquired and found out that the financial backer of Heshengtang was the newly crowned world's richest man, but Mike wasn't afraid!
In the martial world, it's all about swords and spears. No matter how rich you are, you can't be invincible!

Mike is here today to cause trouble, to show these newcomers what it means to be a local strongman even if you're a powerful dragon!
Dafei, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked up to Mike, patted his cheek, and said with a playful smile:

"You're not even fully grown yet, and you're already acting arrogant in front of me!"

"You dare attack my mother? Do you want to die?"

Mike pulled out his gun, pointed it at Dafei, his eyes fierce, and hit Dafei with the butt of the gun.

"Enough with the nonsense, put out the megaphone!"

Dafei sneered and signaled his men to release the body. Two men went to the car and brought out a corpse, placing it in front of Mike.

"The megaphone is right here, you can take it with you!"

Mike saw Little Trumpet lying dead on the ground, his body covered in wounds, clearly tortured before being killed. Mike flew into a rage and angrily shouted:

"You fucking mess with me? You think I won't shoot you dead?"

Dafei remained calm. Behind him, Aji blew a hooligan whistle, and countless men in black emerged from all directions, each carrying an AK47 assault rifle.

These people were clearly well-trained, with cold, stern eyes, glaring fiercely at the Huaqing Gang members.

Seeing that things were going badly, the mouse quickly went up to Mike and said:
"Brother, they have at least 200 men and over 200 automatic rifles. We can't beat them!"

Mike glanced around, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He saw that the people opposite him all had AK47s. If a fight broke out, he would be riddled with bullets in an instant!

What made it even more desperate was that a heavy machine gun was mounted on the rooftops on both sides, with its muzzle pointed directly at them.

Damn it! Mike looked at the thing in his hand, what's the difference between a small pistol and a fire poker?
Dafei grabbed Mike's pistol, snatched it away, and kicked Mike in the stomach.

"Damn it! You come to our territory with a small handgun and demand people?"

"Do you know what we do? We sell weapons, you idiots!"

Dafei snatched an automatic rifle from one of his underlings and fired a burst at Mike's feet.

Da da da da da.
Mike staggered back, his face pale, and screamed in terror:
"Ahhh! Don't shoot!"

Dafei grinned maliciously and said smugly:
"Mike, you're a real spineless coward, go home and drink your milk!"

"Damn, I was scared to death! How embarrassing!"

"I didn't expect the Huaqing Gang to be full of this kind of scum. Don't follow this kind of boss, there's no future in it."

"You're killing me by breaking my spirit!" Dafei saw Mike slumped on the ground, his pants soaked, and began to laugh at him.

The Huaqing Gang's underlings were a motley crew, only capable of fighting when things were going well. Seeing their leader being humiliated like this, their morale plummeted to rock bottom.

"Put down your guns! Bastards, drop those fire sticks you're holding!"

"Damn it! Did you hear me? You want to die?"

Ah Ji and his men, armed with AK47 assault rifles, threatened the Huaqing Gang members. Soon, the Huaqing Gang members couldn't withstand the pressure and surrendered.

Dafei was very excited, humming a little tune as he smiled at Aji:
"America is so much better! You can't even touch this stuff in Hong Kong!"

Dafei chuckled, picked up the AK47 automatic rifle and fired a burst of fire, still making simulated "rat-a-tat-tat" sounds.

Ah Ji glared at Da Fei and said coldly:
"Be careful not to accidentally discharge!"

Dafei shook his head blankly and said speechlessly:

"Talking to you is so boring, damn it! The American cops are here."

Dafei saw four police officers in uniform standing on the street, three white and one black, who were patrol officers sent to the vicinity.

Four police officers cautiously peeked out, and a white officer, upon seeing the Chinese officers, all of whom were armed, turned pale with fright.

"Oh my god! They all have automatic rifles, damn it!"

"Requesting backup! A large number of armed thugs, approximately 200 in number, have appeared in the Chinatown of San Gabriel!"

"They even have heavy machine guns! My God! Is this really a Chinese gang?"

The white police officer had just reported the incident when a voice came through the walkie-talkie instructing them to withdraw.

"James, you've been ordered to retreat. You don't need to worry about things in the Chinatown."

"Ah!" James, the patrol captain of the San Gabriel Chinese community, was stunned when he heard this. "Such a big matter and you're not going to do anything about it?"

Something's not right with the plot. What's wrong with the higher-ups?

Since no white people were being harmed, they didn't care and said to their colleagues:
"Close the team!"

Dafei and the others stood on the street and watched as the four American police officers on the street retreated and left.

Mike was on the verge of tears, screaming in his heart, "Don't go! Officer, please save me!"
"How are we going to deal with so many people? Damn it! We can't just kill them all, can we?"

Dafei was in a headache when he saw a large group of fearful Huaqing Gang underlings! The situation in America is different from that in Hong Kong.

In Hong Kong, if you can't win a fight, you just run away; the cops arrive quickly, so there's never a chance to capture so many people.

Dafei wanted to call Yang Jun to ask, but he was worried that it wouldn't be good to bother Mr. Yang with such a small matter, since Mr. Yang was in charge of important things.

"Arrest only the ringleaders, make them identify these as the leaders, and release the rest!"

"Oh right, strip them naked and throw them out!"

Soon, a spectacular scene unfolded in the San Gabriel Chinese community: hundreds of men ran naked. Unsuspecting people might have thought it was some kind of performance art!
Meanwhile, Yang Jun was having coffee with Los Angeles Police Chief Joseph, and the two were chatting in his office.

Joseph received a call from his subordinate, and after hanging up, he joked with Yang Jun;
"Mr. Yang, your men are setting up heavy artillery in the San Gabriel Valley's Chinatown. You're not planning to start a revolution in Los Angeles, are you?"

Joseph was startled. There were heavy machine guns in the San Gabriel Chinatown, and it was illegal to possess such weapons. Based on this, he could arrest Yang Jun in front of him.

Yang Jun remained calm, took a sip of tea, and said composedly:
"As far as Chinese people are concerned about self-preservation, we will not provoke trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble either!"

“Mr. Joseph, as a Chinese person, it’s not unreasonable for me to protect my fellow countrymen!”

Yang Jun made it clear that he wasn't trying to seize territory in Los Angeles; he simply wanted to have the ability to protect himself!
Just kidding! Yang Jun has invested so many assets in the United States. What if the US government buys them up for free and confiscates them? He'd be devastated!
Therefore, Yang Jun also had some plans in Los Angeles. Controlling the Chinese community in San Gabriel was one of Yang Jun's methods, which could increase Yang Jun's influence in Los Angeles and thus prevent hostile forces from going too far.

"Oh?" Joseph nodded, understanding Yang Jun's thoughts, and said to Yang Jun:
"Mr. Yang, I don't want to get involved in matters between you Chinese!"

“But if you break the law outside of Chinatown and infringe on the interests of white people, I will arrest you myself!”

"Don't think that just because you know Mayor Johnson I won't dare to make a move!"

Joseph, a white man in his fifties, treated Yang Jun coldly. He was known in Los Angeles for being stubborn and unyielding.

Yang Jun chuckled, crossed his legs, and said to Joseph:

“Mr. Joseph, you are a good policeman, but not a good official!”

"Next time we meet, I hope it's in a coffee shop, not some damn police station!"

Yang Jun stood up, his gaze chilling, said a sentence to Joseph, and then walked out of the police station without looking back.

Joseph's face was dark, but he could only watch helplessly as Yang Jun walked out of the police station, even though he hated this arrogant Chinese man.

However, it cannot be denied that this Chinese man has a lot of influence in Los Angeles and is a guest of honor of high-ranking officials in Los Angeles, California. It would be very difficult for me to take action against him!

(End of this chapter)