Chapter 146: Never Broken a Promise!

Leaving the stadium, before Chen Jiajun got into the car, Chen Yingnan called out to him: "A Jun, prepare yourself in advance for September; you will head north with me in the latter half of the month."

The meaning of this sentence was not just about heading north; one had to know that the month following September was October!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Chen Jiajun's face, and he called out with a beaming smile: "I understand!"

After speaking, he ducked into the black Mercedes-Benz Pullman and drove toward Hong Kong Island.

"Big Brother, ever since you entered the stadium, a group of people appeared around us; they seem to be from the Political Department and are still following us now. Should we finish them off?" Old Yu adjusted his sunglasses.

"If they want to follow, let them follow."

Chen Jiajun smiled and shook his head; he did not mind adding a line to his resume regarding the relevant departments in Hong Kong.

Contacting Chen Yingnan would definitely result in being tailed by people from the Political Department, and Chen Jiajun was not surprised at all.

"Dumu, give Lawyer Huang Dawen a call and invite him to be a guest at Guojun Building."

"Menggui Tian, give Xing Shu a call and tell him about tomorrow's Hung Hing Headquarters meeting; make sure everyone doesn't forget."

Putting the matter of the Political Department to the back of his mind, Chen Jiajun gave instructions to Dumu and Menggui Tian.

That night.

In the manor located at Repulse Bay, the light in the small attic study remained on.

Chen Jiajun had a cup of Pu'er tea to his right, a cigar held in his left hand, and his brows were tightly locked.

With the Gambling Hall of the Putian casino under his control, in the foreseeable future, it was only a matter of time before Hung Hing's strength and financial resources surpassed Sun Yee On, Wo Shing Wo, and the 14K, and becoming the number one brand in Hong Kong would not be a difficult task.

However, it is lonely at the top; Chen Jiajun did not want to be a chamber pot—no one's chamber pot would do—his fate could only be controlled by himself!

Chen Yingnan was not afraid of being suppressed because his backing was the Mainland, and he had already reconciled with the British Hong Kong side in private.

It was truly a matter of time and circumstances; today was no longer like the past.

But he, Chen Jiajun, was different; if he were to stand clearly on the side of the motherland, he would inevitably be suppressed from all sides.

After all, his true identity was the Hongxing Dragon Head, Dalao Jun!

And the suppression he might receive could be stronger than the suppression Chen Yingnan received back then.

If the British Hong Kong government couldn't handle Chen Yingnan, could they not handle a mere Hongxing Dragon Head?

Therefore, Chen Jiajun had to restrain himself!

He had to get rid of all the black industries of the triad as soon as possible and go into legitimate business!

……

The next day.

The monthly meeting at the Hongxing Headquarters received extra attention from the Royal Hong Kong Police.

Even the unmarked cars across the street were more numerous than usual.

In a Mercedes 600SEL, the high-ranking Political Department official Bai Shibin sat in the driver's seat, while a young Agent with a seductive figure and an angelic face sat in the passenger seat.

"Yesterday, the Police Constable from the Political Department's S Group followed Chen Yingnan to the stadium and discovered Chen Jiajun's tracks; Bao Jueshi and Lin Mingze were also on the scene. Have you found out what they discussed?"

Bai Shibin smoked a cigarette.

"We noticed that this morning, the Hung Hing Property Company had already entered the properties of the Chen Family and the Lin Family in Causeway Bay," the young female Agent Elizabeth replied.

"You mean Chen Jiajun has already started cooperating with left-wing businessmen?" Bai Shibin said with a grave expression.

"I am afraid that is indeed the case," Elizabeth nodded.

Bai Shibin took a puff of his cigarette and said sternly: "Step up the intelligence gathering on Hung Hing, especially on Chen Jiajun; I am afraid the Six-Seven Riots will repeat."

The young agents of today probably didn't know about the Six-Seven Riots of the past, but Bai Shibin had a deep impression; back then, he was in the G Group, responsible for internal security. In those six months, the police discovered 1,167 bombs, 10 police officers died—two of whom were blown up, two were stabbed to death, and six were shot—and 832 people were injured.

The Hong Kong government implemented a curfew that lasted for half a year.

It was also at this moment.

A Mercedes-Benz Pullman over six meters long, escorted by two Mercedes-Benz SELs, slowly stopped at the entrance of the Hongxing Headquarters.

The target—Chen Jiajun—appeared downstairs at the Chen building, his face as handsome as jade, his bearing heroic; the surrounding Hung Hing Big Dippers greeted him one after another:

"Ada!"

Having experienced the battles with Hong Lok and Sun Yee On, as well as the fight in Macau, every Hung Hing Big Dipper felt proud that Hung Hing had such a Dragon Head.

Fifteen minutes later.

In Zhongyi Hall, the people sitting at the long table were all Hongxing high-level members dressed in suits and leather shoes.

The suits and leather shoes were all produced by high-end imitation factories, using high-quality fabrics, and were all custom-made.

When you are out in the streets, sometimes it depends on what clothes you wear.

If you are dressed brightly, others will also look at you with more respect.

If you dressed like Jing Kun or Feilao Li, even if you put on a dragon robe, you wouldn't look like a prince.

Today's Hung Hing, having gone through Chen Jiajun's series of rectifications, indeed presented a spirit that was somewhat different from before.

Chen Jiajun took a leather cigar case out of his pocket, placed it on the table, took out a cigar, lit it, and slowly exhaled: "Xing Shu, report the income and expenditure for this month."

"Up to now, the Macau branch has handed in a total of... one, two, three, four... seven zeros, a total of 80 million in tribute!"

Xing Shu cleared his throat, looked around, and reported the number as if keeping them in suspense.

The tribute expected a few days ago was 60 million, but another 20 million had been added in these last few days.

"What the hell?"

"Xing Shu, did you misread it?"

"Is it really not 8 million?"

Just reporting this number was enough to shock everyone in the room.

When Jiang Tiansheng was in power, Hung Hing had never been this wealthy.

This was 80 million in tribute; many large triads didn't even have this much income in a year.

Many Red Poles discussed it among themselves, and everyone's face was filled with joy.

"Ahem! You all, your Xing Shu can still count to zero! Quiet! Do you think this meeting is a vegetable market?"

Xing Shu tapped the table, and everyone immediately quieted down. Xing Shu continued, "Wanchai Hall, tribute fee 60 million!"

"Damn it! Dumu, did you rob a bank!"

"Sixty million in tribute fees?"

"Brother Dumu! Treat us!"

A wave of noise erupted in the room again.

Xing Shu coughed once and continued reporting:

"Causeway Bay Branch, 40 million."

"Central Branch, 10 million."

"Yuen Long Hall, 5 million."

"North Point Hall, 1 million."

The North Point Zha FIT Ren originally only wanted to pay 500,000, but now that Chen Jiajun had just taken the top spot, his momentum and strength far exceeded Jiang Tiansheng's, so Feilao Li synthesized the tribute fees of others and paid 1 million after all.

Xing Shu's voice continued, filled with pride: "This month, our sixteen Hung Hing branches have a total tribute fee income of 215 million! Damn his mother!"

Among all the societies in Hong Kong, where else could one collect over 100 million in tribute fees in a month? Even for ones as prosperous as Sun Yee On and Wo Shing Wo, the highest monthly tribute income was only 70 or 80 million.

And Hung Hing's tribute fee this month was 215 million!

More impressive than the Chief Chinese Detective of the money era!

After a pause, Xing Shu looked at the Xianggang Zai Zha FIT Ren, Da Fei: "Xianggang Zai Hall needs to work harder; this month there is only 500,000."

In the underworld, who is more impressive than Dalao Jun?

Da Fei, having been named, raised his hand and immediately said: "Ada, I just took over the Xianggang Zai Hall. I opened a film company and am preparing to shoot adult films, with myself as the lead actor..."

"It's fine, no worries. It's a good thing for young people to have initiative. It's no problem to pay a little less the first month."

Chen Jiajun almost choked. Da Fei had already stepped up to be the lead actor just to pay the hall fee; what else could he ask for? "Da Fei, take fewer Blue Little Pills; they aren't good for your health."

"Da Fei, later you go to my place and take a box of Haigou Pills. I guarantee you'll be thrilled from start to finish. I'm in my thirties now, and I take one Haigou Pill every day." As a peer, Jing Kun educated him with the tone of an experienced brother.

"Damn! What Haigou Pills, what Blue Little Pills, I, Da Fei, never use them. If I used them, that would be losing face for Ada." Da Fei patted his chest righteously.

"Ahem!"

"You two can discuss your private matters later. Xing Shu, continue."

Chen Jiajun hurriedly interrupted.

Xing Shu nodded and said: "This month, we Hung Hing opened 120 arcades across Hong Kong, with an average of 250 arcade machines each. After deducting rent and electricity, this month's income is 100 million!"

All the Hung Hing Zha FIT Ren and Red Poles were stunned.

Xing Shu's voice continued, "In addition, following Ada's orders, the company has divided the equity for the businesses on Tongcai Street and Garden Street. The net income this month is 60 million. Because Ada is the Dragon Head and also the biggest Boss of the Guojun Garment Factory, he takes 5 million exclusively. Additionally, A Kun, Shisimei, Binni Zai, and Konglong had already bought several shops before the equity division, so their income this month is 1.5 million!"

"For the rest, 50,000 for each Zha FIT Ren, 20,000 for each Red Pole, 5,000 for each Straw Sandal, and 1,500 for Hung Hing Four-Nine Boys."

"The remaining 1.5 million will be deposited into Hung Hing's accounts."

"This is a benefit from Ada to everyone!"

Chen Jiajun took over the conversation: "Tongcai Street and Garden Street were originally A Kun's territory. A Kun brought them out for Hung Hing to do business. Xing Shu, take another 1 million from my 5 million and compensate A Kun!"

Jing Kun stood up and waved his hand: "Ada, no need! You set the rules, so we follow the rules!"

Then Jing Kun's gaze swept across the room: "Brothers are getting money for nothing, no one has any complaints, right?"

When one person achieves the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Jing Kun, Shisimei, Binni Zai, and Konglong were the earliest supporters of Chen Jiajun. Reasonably and emotionally, Chen Jiajun had to give them some rewards after taking the top spot. Chen Jiajun couldn't do it in other ways, but over a million a month was easy.

"No!"

"Very fair!"

"Ada, you did well on this matter."

"Binni Zai and the others bought shops long ago; we have no opinion on this distribution."

Just kidding!

Raising an objection at this time, isn't that just waiting for the big boss to come over with a blade to chop you?

Brothers who have worked for Ada get a little more, and brothers who haven't worked for Ada get a little less.

The underworld is like this; no one has any objections.

Xing Shu reported at the end: "Previously, there were 80 million in tribute fees in Hung Hing's accounts. Ada took it to invest in Kowloon Wharf, and the 80 million became 336 million. Last month, Ada took 100 million to settle the matter in Macau. Currently, there is 552 million in the account!"

"Ada, report finished."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "The dividends from Tongcai Street and Garden Street for each hall will be issued as wages from now on. Each hall should count the bank accounts of the Hung Hing Big Dippers and report them. For those without bank accounts, have the brothers go and open one immediately."

"Yes!"

Xing Shu nodded.

Chen Jiajun continued: "From now on, Hung Hing will gradually increase the legal income of Hung Hing Big Dippers and Hung Hing boys, but the premise is that everyone can cooperate with my work..."

After a pause, Chen Jiajun continued: "Also, I suppose you have heard that I built a school. Starting today, the company will arrange for all Hung Hing Big Dippers to attend night school. The company will provide unified bus transportation. There will be an assessment at the end of the year. If the assessment is excellent, I will give the excellent performers a red envelope of no less than 10,000."

"Times are developing. Those of us in the underworld also need to increase our knowledge and keep pace with the times."

Since the construction of Guojun School began, teachers have arrived one after another, and Guojun Technology has plenty of empty factory space that can be used for teaching.

As soon as these words were spoken, a wave of noise erupted in Zhongyi Hall.

The Wanchai Zha FIT Ren, Ji Ge, said with a wry smile: "Ada, I've been in the underworld since I was a kid and haven't studied. You want me to go to night school? The characters recognize me, but I don't recognize them!"

"A Ji, it's fine if you don't sign up."

Hearing Ji Ge's words, Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "But if you do sign up, trust my school. From elementary school to middle school, there are courses for every stage. Everyone can sign up according to their own foundation."

"After everyone is literate, we will open courses in management, accounting, engineering, etc. If you can pass the school's professional assessment, I will give you a certain reward. There is no cap on the reward. If you perform excellently, maybe I'll give you a house directly!"

"Ada! Is it true about giving away a house?"

Da Fei's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard as he spoke.

Chen Jiajun laughed heartily and said, "Words spoken are like spilled water; when have I ever gone back on my word?"

Hongxing's Dalao Jun, if he says he will slaughter your whole family, he will slaughter your whole family!

He has never broken a promise!

(End of chapter)