Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

"Prince Luo,"

As soon as he entered, many of his henchmen greeted him respectfully, as if he were visiting their own gang.

Chuanbao jogged over, and when he saw Chen Jialuo, his face lit up with joy. He offered him a cigarette, saying, "Prince Luo, you're such a busy man. It's been three months, and you've only just come to the branch once."

Chen Jialuo took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then picked up a lighter to light it for him.

"You're quite busy too, aren't you? You've started a record store business with Young Master Lok~"

Lin Huai Le was also shrewd. His video arcade business with Chen Jia Luo was booming, so he sent people out to get some music CDs and opened a music and video store.

The audio-visual store also sold cameras, watches, televisions, and other items sourced from Chen Jialuo. Business was booming, and this initial foray into the market sparked Chen Jialuo's idea to start an entertainment company.

He's planning to make his own movies and TV shows, and even organize a talent show, like a Miss Hong Kong pageant, the first Super Boy/Super Girl competition. "Haha, nothing beats you, Prince Luo!" A smile appeared on Chuanbao's old face as he mentioned the record store; it was definitely lucrative.

Damn it, I never thought that singing and dancing could make money. This is so much more fun and relaxing than fighting and killing.

Under Chen Jialuo's influence, Wo Luen Shing has gradually transformed into a merchant guild, although the entire Wo Luen Shing has not yet realized this.

“I heard that you set up a route to bring things from abroad to sell here, and then take things from here to foreign countries to make money from foreigners.”

As Chuanbao finished speaking, he licked his lips and said, "Prince Luo, this cake is so fat, can I have a bite too?"

"Lick your dad's dick! There's so much water in Hong Kong, why don't you go and lick some?" Chen Jialu flicked his cigarette ash and chuckled, "Your cigarette is pretty good."

I declined.

“South African goods, pretty good, right?” Chuan said with a laugh. “I got this through connections. Once this stuff is shipped to Hong Kong, it’s guaranteed to sell.”

As he said this, he nudged Chen Jialuo's arm with his elbow, "How about it? We'll cooperate. I'll use your routes and boats, and we'll get 30% of the profits and 70% from each other. It's a good deal."

With a slight smile, Chen Jialuo took a deep drag on his cigarette. Cigarettes sell well, but bringing them back from outside is fine for the rich, but for ordinary people, forget about it.

He has enough cigarettes from all over Hong Kong, unless... he's using the cigarettes as a pretext to do something else.

For example, flour; the profit margin on flour is much higher than that on cigarettes.

"Not interested." Chen Jialuo refused without even thinking.

Chuanbao's face changed instantly. "We can talk about the profits. At worst, I'll give you 60% and you 40%."

Even after the score of 64 points was out, he still looked pained and said it was from cigarettes, but Chen Jialuo didn't believe it for a second.

"I'm a complete villain, but even villains have their limits. Chuanbao, I don't need to spell it out for you, do I?" Chen Jialuo's dark eyes looked at Chuanbao Yong.

The tone was neither too loud nor too soft, and Chuanbao's heart skipped a beat. He chuckled, "Fifty-fifty split, is that alright?"

Ever since he learned that Chen Jialuo had opened a route from Amsterdam, Netherlands to Hong Kong, his mind had been racing.

Amsterdam, as a transit hub in Europe, has a large supply of flour at low prices. Therefore, we have contacted elderly people in the Netherlands and Liansheng.

He had reached a cooperation agreement with Tony, the flour merchant there, and was just waiting for Chen Jialuo to agree. He didn't expect Chen Jialuo to refuse, after all, everyone outside the underworld knew that Prince Luo was ruthless and only interested in making money.

Therefore, at this point, he believed that the issue was simply a matter of not being able to reach an agreement on the money.

"Chuanbao, are you really that stupid or what? If I really wanted to do this, would you be here talking to me?" Chen Jialuo threw his cigarette butt on the ground and said coldly.

A surge of anger shot from the soles of his feet to his head, instantly wiping the smile from his stern face, which turned as black as coal. His hands clenched into fists, and he gasped for breath, as if he were about to punch Chen Jialuo at any moment.

Chapter 279 I heard you've built a line?

"I'm trying to have a proper business talk with you. If things don't go through, there's no need to resort to insults, is there?"

Chen Jialuo said coldly, "Who told you you can't understand human language?"

Just then, Jordan Lam, laughing loudly, strode out from around the corner, "Prince Luo, it's been so long since I've seen you. Chuanbao, you're here too."

“Grandpa’s birthday is coming up soon, and there are some things that need to be confirmed. We can’t afford to miss them,” Chen Jialuo said with a smile.

Chuanbao snorted and left.

Watching Chuanbao leave, Lin Huaiyue gestured towards him with her lip, "What happened to Chuanbao? I just came in and saw you two standing face to face, looking like you were about to fight."

As he spoke, he skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and was about to light it for Chen Jialuo. Chen Jialuo took it and tucked it behind his ear.

"Just finished smoking, taking a break. That guy, Chuanbao, wanted to use my line to transport flour," Chen Jialuo said directly.

Everyone in the group knew he had a connection, and almost everyone else in Lian Sheng knew as well, so there was no need to hide it from him.

290 "Damn, awesome." Lin Huai Le gave Chen Jia Luo a thumbs up. "I was stunned when I received the news. You actually pulled it off without saying a word. You are undoubtedly the number one person in Wo Luen Shing."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't worry about that guy, he's just gotten cocky because of you these past two years. Just ignore him. Damn it, he pestered me for ages before I agreed to partner with him on the record store, but I didn't expect him to be so dishonest."

"This henchman takes a little today, that short mule takes a little tomorrow, damn it. I never expected that this time he would come to you and ask to transport flour."

Lin Huaiyue spat, "I'll tell Grandpa, he'll get a scolding."

Flour is taboo in Wo Luen Shing.

"Forget it," Chen Jialuo said indifferently. "I can't be bothered with him."

At this moment, Guan Zai Sen walked over and called to Lin Huai Le and Chen Jia Luo.

"Grandpa is already waiting inside, please go in quickly."

Chen Jialuo walked ahead, while Lin Huaiyue lagged behind.

Guan Zisen stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, and said with a smile,

"Prince Luo, you've come up with a route."

She rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "So what if I am?"

"I was just asking. I'm not like some people who like to get something for nothing," Guan Zaisen said meaningfully. "My ambitions end here. It's enough for my brothers to live comfortably. This is the life I always dreamed of."

As he said this, he turned to Chen Jialuo with a smile and said, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you."

Guan Zisen is like a weather vane, always shifting with the wind. He's an opportunist, and people like that tend to live the longest.

"Hehe, all of this is thanks to everyone. It would be too narrow-minded to just thank me," Chen Jialuo said with a smile.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. Since Guan Zai Sen was all smiles to him, he had no reason to give him the cold shoulder.

Upon arriving at the conference hall, there were only three empty seats left at the table. One of them was the first chair on the right, right next to Deng Wei.

Guan Zisen quietly slowed his pace, while Lin Huai Le followed closely behind Chen Jia Luo. It was clear that neither of them had any interest in that spot.

Chen Jialuo sat down without hesitation, and sitting opposite him was Big D—the first seat on the left.

Big D clearly intended to run for the position of leader. Old Black, who was at odds with Chen Jialuo, sat below Big D, a cold glint flashing in his eyes from time to time.

It was obvious that he was unhappy with Big D sitting in the front, but didn't want to move to the right. The reason was simple: the club was very particular about seniority, and who sat where was all carefully considered.

The position on the left is considered more prestigious than the position on the right. The left is considered superior.

"Grandpa." Chen Jialuo greeted Deng Wei with a cheerful smile after sitting down.

Deng Wei rested his hands on a jewel-encrusted cane. Despite his plump body and graying hair, he was remarkably energetic. If nothing unexpected happened, he could easily live another ten or twenty years.

"Ah Luo, it's been so long since I've seen you. You've finally arrived." Deng Wei's face showed a kind smile.

What nonsense are you talking about? I saw him just two weeks ago, on a cruise ship, at the police station.

Old man, are you showing signs of early-onset dementia? Damn it, once you die, my days at Wo Shing Wo can be counted in days.

Even if you don't die, it could take days. After mentally ranting for a bit, it's only been a blink of an eye.

With a smile on his face, Chen Jialuo said, "Yes, I miss Grandpa."

"If you miss Grandpa, come back and visit more often," Deng Wei said with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Deng Wei's representative, the advisor Su, announced at Deng Wei's instruction, "The meeting begins. Silence is required."

Some noisy places gradually quieted down after hearing these words.

Deng Wei opened his mouth and said, "While everyone's here, let's go over tomorrow's meeting agenda. Each company should report their accounts—"

Chapter 280 Deng Wei: I'm biased, so what?

"A-Luo, you go first," Deng Wei said, looking at Chen Jialuo.

Big D was quite annoyed. What was wrong with this old man? Didn't he see that I was sitting in the first seat on the left?

"Let Chen Jialuo come? Damn, so what if he makes money for the gang?" Although he thought this to himself, he had his brain and didn't say it out loud.

“Okay, Grandpa.” Having been called out, Chen Jialuo spoke directly, “The casinos under his control bring in about 700 million, the three video arcades 350 million, the five game arcades 500 million, and the remaining parking fees, protection fees, and other miscellaneous expenses add up to about 500 million.”

As soon as he said that, the guy sitting at the very back on the left said unhappily, "Who doesn't know that your place is the biggest and the most lucrative? You've only made this much? You're just kidding, aren't you?"

"That's all you made?" Chen Jialuo stared at him. "Don't you need to support henchmen? Don't you need to pay rent for the shop? Don't you need to bribe the cops and various departments? None of that costs money!"

"This money is still not enough? Chuanbao, how much money have you made? Tell us so everyone can see." Chen Jialuo said, then sneered, "Or do you have some amazing way of making money, Chuanbao? Is it selling flour or robbery?"

As soon as he said that, there was a whoosh.

Like a stone dropped into still water, the entire conference hall erupted in noise.

Selling flour is strictly prohibited by Wo Luen Shing. If they really did it, it's hard to say whether they could keep their position as the head of the gang.

"You're talking nonsense, don't slander people!" Chuanbao slammed his hand on the table and shouted.

"I'm slandering you? You're the one who said I really don't earn much. I thought you had connections to make a lot of money, but it turns out that's not the case." Chen Jialuo shrugged.

He looked at the excited, flushed Chuanbao with a half-smile.