Chapter 129: A Feint

After settling the terms, Chen Jiajun went to the HSBC headquarters early the next morning, completed the transaction, and simultaneously paid off all previous loans.

After leaving HSBC, Chen Jiajun took out a document and said, "Azhong, now you will use my name to announce a stake in Hutchison Whampoa and join the board of directors."

"What you need to do next is to acquire a portion of Hutchison Whampoa's shares, while securing the support of the vast majority of major shareholders, and strive to sit as the chairman of the board."

"I understand, Boss! This is the restructuring plan I made last night, please take a look."

Zhan Peizhong nodded immediately and handed over a thick stack of documents.

Chen Jiajun took them and began to flip through, looking at Zhan Peizhong from time to time, secretly marveling in his heart.

This man Zhan Peizhong was a genius; the commercial talent he displayed was not just in stocks, but even more so in commercial operations.

Zhan Peizhong asked cautiously, "Boss, are you dissatisfied with this commercial restructuring plan? Should I revise it?"

Chen Jiajun closed the business plan and laughed, "Azhong, my acquisition of Hutchison Whampoa is just for fun; I don't intend to actually operate it."

"What?"

Zhan Peizhong was scared witless. Spending 710 million Hong Kong dollars to acquire shares in Hutchison Whampoa, just for fun?

Chen Jiajun patted him on the shoulder: "Don't overthink it. Of course, I have my own purpose in acquiring Hutchison Whampoa; what I value most is Hutchison Whampoa's land."

"This plan of yours is very good! But it runs counter to my ideas. From now on, you just need to drive up the stock price of Hutchison Whampoa."

Originally, Chen Jiajun did indeed want to acquire Hutchison Whampoa, but with Li Chaoren already having stuck his foot in, he feared that trying to acquire Hutchison Whampoa would result in more losses than gains.

Since he valued Hutchison Whampoa's land, then simply obtaining the support of the vast majority of the shareholders' meeting to get the land in hand was what mattered most.

As for Hutchison Whampoa's other businesses, he didn't value them much at all!

With the 2.5 billion Hong Kong dollars he currently controlled, although it was an astronomical figure, he still had to spend it sparingly.

Zhan Peizhong took his boss's words to heart, but suddenly realized something: "Boss, after driving up the stock price, do you intend to sell the Hutchison Whampoa shares you hold to Cheung Kong?"

"Whether it's sold to Cheung Kong or to someone else, in any case, we don't do business at a loss."

"Before exiting, don't forget to get Hutchison Whampoa's land and the properties held in hand. If there are any problems, call me directly."

"Don't be afraid. You must know that standing behind you is me, and behind me are tens of thousands of brothers ready to lay down their lives for me at any time."

"This is the courage you, Zhan Peizhong, should have."

Chen Jiajun held a thick cigar in his hand, his tone grim.

Zhan Peizhong savored his boss's words carefully and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He finally understood why Chen Songqing had spent 400 million to buy the shares in Chen Jiajun's hands back then.

On the surface, the public-spirited Mr. Chen!

In the shadows, the Hongxing Dragon Head, Dalao Jun!

Zhan Peizhong felt a bit nervous and swallowed his saliva: "Boss, I understand. I will go and revise the restructuring plan immediately."

"Don't be too tired. These two brothers will be responsible for your safety in the future."

Chen Jiajun patted him on the shoulder and arranged two young demon slave bodyguards for him.

That afternoon.

At the Hutchison Whampoa shareholders' meeting, a crowd of Gweilo executives, directors, and Li Jiacheng looked at Zhan Peizhong, who had come to attend the board meeting with two young demon slaves.

Zhan Peizhong took out the documents and put on an air of someone who wasn't short on money: "I am entrusted by Mr. Chen Jiajun to represent him in joining the Hutchison Whampoa board of directors."

"Our boss said that there is only one purpose for joining Hutchison Whampoa, and that is to acquire Hutchison Whampoa. If there are any shareholders who want to sell their shares, we guarantee to provide a suitable price."

"Our boss just made a profit of 2.5 billion from Kowloon Wharf! We aren't short on money!"

"In addition, after we acquire Hutchison Whampoa, we will fully support the management team led by the taipan Wei Li to operate Hutchison Whampoa well."

Right from the start, Zhan Peizhong made his attitude clear. On the surface, it looked like he wouldn't stop until he took down Hutchison Whampoa, but in reality, it was a feint.

Hutchison Whampoa's taipan Wei Li smiled very happily: "Welcome Mr. Zhan to join the board of directors!"

"Welcome, welcome!"

Li Jiacheng clapped his hands, but his smile was very strained.

Because he had been laying the groundwork for Hutchison Whampoa for a whole year, and now that HSBC had suddenly sold the equity it held to Chen Jiajun, and with Chen Jiajun holding over two billion in cash and acting in such a manner, it gave him a bit of a headache.

After the board meeting ended that day, Zhan Peizhong received business cards from many shareholders, large and small. At the same time, he made an appointment with Hutchison Whampoa taipan Wei Li, and also arranged to discuss prices with several shareholders who wanted to sell their shares.

When discussing prices, Zhan Peizhong neither nodded in agreement immediately nor refused immediately.

He knew very clearly that his boss's goal was the land and properties.

Since that was the case, he, Zhan Peizhong, had to take down these lands and properties at the lowest possible cost to prove his value to his boss.

……

On the top floor of the Jardine Mandarin Oriental Hotel, in the presidential suite.

Lei Gong was wearing a silk pajama, wearing glasses, holding a document in his hand, and listening to the report from his personal bodyguard, Gao Jie.

"Boss, we have already delivered the calling card to the residence of the Macau Ghost King, Nie Aotian."

"Hongxing's three gambling halls in the Lisboa Hotel will open the day after tomorrow. I heard that the renovation alone for these three gambling halls cost 30 million."

"……"

After listening to the report, Lei Gong took off his glasses and rubbed his brow: "Has the appointment with Hongxing been made?"

"I have already agreed with Xiao Hei to let his cousin Shanjie make an appointment with Dalao Jun. I believe there will be a reply soon." Gao Jie spoke quickly, but his articulation was very clear.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Gong's driver, Xiao Hei, walked in chewing betel nut and said: "Boss, my cousin has already called. He said the time is set for tomorrow, and they invite us to Jinbi Huihuang..."

"Since we are the ones asking for something from them, tell them we will be the hosts. You go and book a nightclub immediately; don't set it in Hongxing's territory." Lei Gong raised his head and said immediately.

Xiao Hei asked puzzledly: "Boss, we came to Hong Kong..."

"If I tell you to go, then go." Lei Gong waved his hand.

"I understand, Boss."

After Xiao Hei left.

Lei Gong calculated in his heart: "Gao Jie, you just said that the renovation of Hongxing's three gambling halls cost 30 million, right?"

"Yes." Gao Jie nodded.

Lei Gong tapped his fingers on the table twice: "Go prepare thirty million immediately; it will be needed tomorrow."

"Yes!" Gao Jie nodded again.

A refreshing fragrance suddenly drifted through the air.

A woman wearing a black overcoat, whose age was impossible to tell, walked into the presidential suite.

With red lips and white teeth, a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to speak, and hair draped over her shoulders, the black overcoat did not conceal her figure at all; instead, it set off her figure perfectly.

Peerless in grace and beauty, she was like a rose in full bloom.

She exchanged a glance with Gao Jie, quickly looked away, and with a faint smile on her lips, said softly: "I'm back."

"Xiaoyao, go to sleep early tonight; I have an appointment with Hung Hing tomorrow, and you need to show your face." Lei Gong wore a smile, but his tone was very indifferent.

Reaching old age, with his status and position at this level, he had long since lost interest in women.

Ding Yao was a mistress he had once kept, raising her like a canary; after his legal wife passed away, Lei Gong did not elevate Ding Yao to that position.

The reason was simple: Lei Gong still had a son, Lei Fuhong, who was studying abroad in the United States.

The Sanlian Gang would definitely have to be inherited by Lei Fuhong in the future, and he did not want to be lying on his deathbed, unable to rest easy.

"Yes." Ding Yao nodded, stood up, and walked toward her own room.

(End of chapter)