Chapter 131: Official Opening

Chen Jiajun smiled: "Boss Lei, do you know how much money I made from the Kowloon Wharf stock in these past few days?"

"I know, a full 2.5 billion."

As a Legislator, Lei Gong had the habit of watching television and reading newspapers every day; he had watched the live broadcast of the trading floor a few days ago.

After a pause, Lei Gong continued:

"But stocks are a one-time thing, while a Gambling Hall is a long-term profit. One meal of fullness versus being full for every meal—I believe you can tell the difference."

"With our Sanlian Gang investing in Hong Xing's three Gambling Halls, your Hong Xing will be equivalent to having the support of our Sanlian Gang, and we can develop a series of follow-up collaborations."

"In the future, as long as we work hand in hand, we will definitely be able to take over more Gambling Halls in the Lisboa Casino, and even winning a Gambling License is not a dream."

"Our Taiwan planes can now fly directly to Macau, with thousands of tourists every day!"

"As long as you nod and agree, when your three Gambling Halls open tomorrow, I will bring dozens of big bosses from Taiwan to show their support!"

"As for that fifty percent stake, you arrange it for me, and there will be a heavy reward later."

Lei Gong spoke eloquently, looking domineering and confident.

Ding Yao, who was seated in front of Chen Jiajun, picked up a goblet, her voice carrying the unique, coquettish tone of Taiwan: "Mr. Chen, you can try cooperating with us first. If the income cannot meet your requirements..."

"If it cannot meet the requirements, these thirty million will be treated as a gift from me to you!" Lei Gong was full of arrogance.

To be honest, the pie Lei Gong was painting was quite good.

But why would he, Chen Jiajun, need to cooperate with the Sanlian Gang?

There was another point: the Sanlian Gang likely underestimated the power of He Xin. In the entire Macau, in the next twenty years, there is and only will be one Gambling License!

How many Hong Kong tycoons and how many triads have wanted to take the second Gambling License, but no one has ever succeeded.

Having ideals is a good thing, but unrealistic ideals are just reaching too high!

Ding Yao's voice remained charming: "Mr. Chen, the sincerity of our Sanlian Gang is very sufficient."

Chen Jiajun put down his wine glass and did not look at Ding Yao, but instead looked at Lei Gong: "Boss Lei, it seems you are determined to win this time?"

"I never fight a battle I'm not sure of!" Lei Gong said in a deep voice.

Chen Jiajun's smile vanished: "Too bad, you are going to be greatly disappointed this time."

The Gambling Halls that Hong Xing had fought tooth and nail to secure—how could he possibly let someone else just step in and take half the shares!

"Oh, is that so?"

Lei Gong sent over a gaze as sharp as a knife, having long expected that Chen Jiajun would not submit so easily.

He signaled to Gao Jie that it was time to show their trump card! Did he really think he only knew how to throw money around?

"Whew, whew!"

The mute Gao Jie whistled, and suddenly dozens of people rushed into the private room, each pointing a Handgun at Chen Jiajun and the others.

The map was unrolled and the dagger revealed!

The young demon slaves who were drinking in the next room, seeing that the situation was wrong, also rushed over one after another, pulling out their Browning Pistols, their faces full of bloodlust.

The two sides formed a standoff!

Chen Jiajun looked indifferent, while Shanjie and Xing Shu nervously observed the terrain and the situation.

Lei Gong's driver, Xiao Hei, hurriedly ran into the VIP room. Seeing this scene, he was both surprised and terrified; on one side was his boss, and on the other was his cousin, leaving him in a difficult position.

Chen Jiajun did not give Lei Gong any face, directly knocking over the wine glass on the table; with Abang, the wine bottle hit the floor and shattered.

He stood up, looked down at Lei Gong, and said with indignation: "Are you trying to scare me?"

Dumu, Ya Qi, Bai Lu, Shanjie, and Xing Shu also stood up at the same time.

"Chen Jiajun, I am indeed scaring you! Tonight, you must give me a satisfactory answer!

Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit; the reason I chose your Hong Xing is that I think highly of you!"

Lei Gong also slowly stood up, not afraid at all to stare back at Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun shook his head: "Lei Gong, I don't need you to think highly of me. Do you dare to touch me?"

He took a step forward, his tone turning colder, the aura of someone who had waded through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood fully unleashed, and he said: "If anything happens to us, I guarantee you won't even be able to walk out that door!"

After saying this, Chen Jiajun lit a Cigar and, with Dumu, Lao Yu, and the others, strolled through the layers of encirclement to walk out. As for those bodyguards holding guns, not one dared to make a move.

Lei Gong watched helplessly as Chen Jiajun and the others walked away, so angry that he grabbed a wine bottle on the spot and smashed it on the ground.

"Boom!"

Wine spilled everywhere.

Lei Gong shook his head and said: "Let's go to Macau tomorrow. Help me make an appointment with Jieshi Wei and Dajiajie to come out and talk."

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Then I will drive their Hong Xing out of Macau!"

"Yes!" The mute Gao Jie bowed deeply and immediately went out to handle the matter.

"Boss, Hong Xing's Boss Chen might be young and impulsive. I'll go back and ask my cousin Shanjie what he thinks."

Xiao Hei also nodded and bowed; after all, Shanjie was now the Zha FIT Ren of Chai Wan for Hong Xing.

"Your cousin is just a Zha FIT Ren for Hong Xing. Can he make the decisions?"

Lei Gong threw out a cold sentence.

On Chen Jiajun's side, after the group got into the car and left Central, they returned to Guojun Building.

Shanjie apologized repeatedly: "Ada, I really didn't know about this."

"It has nothing to do with you, and nothing to do with your cousin. Don't take it to heart."

Chen Jiajun shook his head and opened a bottle of whiskey to pour himself a drink.

Lao Yu's tone was grim: "Big Brother, should we find an opportunity?"

The meaning was obvious; Lao Yu had already found pleasure in backstabbing people.

"Don't mess around. We still don't know what other cards the Sanlian Gang has. Stay calm and don't be impatient."

Chen Jiajun put a few ice cubes into his glass and shook his head.

Sipping his wine, Chen Jiajun looked at Xing Shu: "Our top priority right now is the opening of the Gambling Hall tomorrow."

"Yes, Boss! I have already contacted all the other Zha FIT Ren."

Xing Shu nodded immediately and said.

"How are the Mud Chips and room bookings coming along?"

Chen Jiajun asked another critical question.

Chen Jiajun had all the Hung Hing Zha FIT Ren and Hung Hing boys handle the sales; if any Boss purchased Mud Chips through them, Chen Jiajun would also give a 1.35% commission.

Take Jing Kun, who loves making friends, for example; he had already received hundreds of thousands in commissions in just these few days, because many of his clients started their Mud Chip purchases at one million, with one even buying ten million worth of Mud Chips in one go.

Don't look down on the low commission; one must know that after the commission, the Hung Hing Big Dipper also received a share of the Gambling Hall's monthly profits.

Gamblers wanting to play in Macau basically all chose the method of purchasing Mud Chips.

This avoided the trouble of gamblers carrying large amounts of cash while traveling, and also avoided the embarrassment of clients not having enough Chips.

Chen Jiajun arranged for the young demon slaves to go to them personally to handle all the Mud Chip exchanges.

Before the Gambling Hall had even opened, Hung Hing already had a turnover of 300 million through Mud Chip transactions.

Although this 300 million was only gambling capital, these people would certainly not withdraw the full 300 million when they left Macau to exchange for cash.

Based on Chen Jiajun's experience, 50 million of that would remain on Hung Hing's accounts forever.

In other words, Hung Hing did not need the Sanlian Gang to bring gamblers over from Taiwan at all; their monthly income would still be tens of millions.

After Xing Shu finished his report, Chen Jiajun nodded: "Remember to arrange for people tonight to confirm the time with the clients one more time; don't let any mistakes happen in the rush tomorrow."

"Boss, I understand."

(End of this chapter)