Chapter 148: Establishing the Landlord Club

"Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Li! This is my girlfriend, Guan Jiahui!"

"I know your father, Guan Shan."

"Mr. Li, hello!"

Both sides shook hands and exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Li Jiacheng quickly got to the point: "Mr. Chen, shall we talk while we walk?"

"Fine, Mr. Li, please," Chen Jiajun responded with a smile.

Soon they had walked over a hundred meters away; Chen Jiajun lit a Cigar and stood on the leeward side, while Li Jiacheng was on his right.

Li Jiacheng began: "Is your main purpose in acquiring Hutchison Whampoa for the land and properties?"

"At first, no. When I learned that you were also a major shareholder of Hutchison, I quickly abandoned my own ideas and turned to seeking the land and properties instead."

Both were thousand-year-old foxes, so Chen Jiajun didn't play any games and spoke frankly.

At present, Li Jiacheng had not yet realized the value of these plots of land; he looked at Chen Jiajun and said: "I can agree to Wei Li's restructuring plan and let him sell the Hutchison Whampoa land and properties to you, but I have two conditions..."

"What are they?"

Chen Jiajun stood still at the edge of the Gaorfuqiuchang, gazing into the distance at the azure sea.

"First, I have doubts about the ability of the Hutchison Whampoa taipan Wei Li. I hope you and I can join forces to kick him out."

"Second, I know you have a good relationship with several Uncles in the New Territories. I want you to help me acquire land in Yuen Long Tin Shui Wai, the more the better."

"In addition, I can acquire all the Hutchison shares in your hands at a price of 18 dollars per share!"

Li Jiacheng was truly worthy of being Li Jiacheng; while others kept their eyes on Hong Kong Island and the Kowloon Peninsula, he had already set his sights on the New Territories.

Sometimes, Chen Jiajun really wondered if Li Jiacheng was a time traveler.

He pondered for a moment and said: "As long as you buy all my equity, you can easily accomplish the matter of kicking out Wei Li."

It is not good to do too many things like slaughtering the donkey after the millstone is removed, and Chen Jiajun did not want to be the villain.

Chen Jiajun continued: "My condition is that the properties and land of the Hutchison Whampoa Group must all be sold to me. Do you agree?"

"As long as your equity is sold to me, what does it matter if I agree to this condition."

Li Jiacheng nodded firmly.

Chen Jiajun continued: "As for the land in Tin Shui Wai, I can only help you connect with a few Uncles in the New Territories; I cannot guarantee to what extent we can negotiate."

"Good!"

If he could get to know a few Uncles in the New Territories, Li Jiacheng was confident he could sway these bumpkins; this way he could also bypass Chen Jiajun, otherwise he would still have to let Chen Jiajun make a profit off him.

One step to the goal was more in line with his interests.

"Deal," Chen Jiajun extended his hand.

"Happy cooperation!"

Li Jiacheng also shook Chen Jiajun's hand with a face full of smiles.

He wanted to acquire Hutchison and the land in Tin Shui Wai, while what Chen Jiajun wanted was the land of Hutchison Whampoa.

The two could be said to be moving toward each other.

That afternoon.

Both sides signed the equity transfer contract at the Wardley company.

Lawyer Huang Dawen once again marveled at Chen Jiajun's good luck; one must know that Chen Jiajun only spent 710 million Hong Kong dollars to acquire the shares from HSBC, and the acquisition price at that time was about 8 dollars per share. Now the price had actually more than doubled, reaching 18 dollars.

And following the announcement by the Cheung Kong Group that it already held 57.5% of Hutchison Whampoa equity, Hong Kong Island was suddenly shocked.

Because this signaled that two of the former Four Great Foreign Firms—Hutchison, Jardine Matheson, Wheelock and Co, and Swire—were now controlled by Chinese, and although the company Kowloon Wharf was not one of the Four Great Foreign Firms, its market value was much higher than that of Hutchison Whampoa.

Reporters from Hong Kong Island swarmed in, all coming to interview Li Jiacheng of the Cheung Kong Group.

Chen Jiajun, however, took the initiative to hand the stage over to Li Jiacheng, leaving the scene with a profit of one billion.

In this operation, Chen Jiajun used 1.03 billion, the selling price was 1.98 billion, a profit of 950 million!

His strength had grown strong once again!

Leaving the Wardley company, Zhan Peizhong's face was also slightly flushed; he stepped forward to open the door of the Mercedes-Benz Pullman, then sat opposite Chen Jiajun and asked: "Boss, which company is our next acquisition target? Swire?"

"With the A+B equity structure of Swire, the Sassoon family's equity is very stable; how can we acquire it?"

"Wheelock and Co?"

"Wheelock and Co also has an A+B equity structure, and I have some connections with the Zhang family."

Zhan Peizhong mentioned several large companies in a row, all of which were rejected by Chen Jiajun one by one.

Chen Jiajun smiled and stated his goal: "My ultimate goal is to acquire Jardine Matheson and Hongkong Land."

Upon hearing these two names, Zhan Peizhong's eyes widened.

One must know that Jardine Matheson and Hongkong Land were not comparable to companies like Kowloon Wharf, Swire, or Wheelock and Co!

Jardine Matheson! The true king of foreign firms! The king of land in Central!

Could it be... could it be that the Boss's target was already set on these super groups?

For a moment, Zhan Peizhong clenched his fists, extremely excited.

Chen Jiajun continued: "This is my long-term goal, Azhong."

"I'm here," Zhan Peizhong said.

"I have something I need you to do now."

"Boss, tell me!"

"There are still too few talents in the securities company. I hope you can come forward to invite some gold-medal brokers. For example, gold-medal brokers like Sima Xiang and Huang Shitong," Chen Jiajun said, listing a few names.

"Tomorrow, I will have my brothers go with you to invite people; tell them to come over to play cards."

These were all famous Chinese among the gold-medal brokers of Hong Kong; as they were all in the same trade, Zhan Peizhong naturally knew these people.

……

The next day.

One Mercedes-Benz after another pulled up at the entrance of Luyu Tea House.

Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong, Mai Shengyun, Lin Rundong, Chen Zhan, and the others, all wearing suits, stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz cars one after another; after getting out, they saw that the others were actually present as well, and all of them revealed looks of surprise.

"Gentlemen, please follow me; Mr. Chen has been waiting for a long time."

The Boss of Luyu Tea House walked quickly to greet them, bowing and smiling as he spoke.

"Mm."

Sima Xiang and Huang Shitong exchanged a glance and nodded, following behind the Butler.

It had to be said that Huang Shitong's presence was greater than Sima Xiang's; when the two stood together, this feeling was particularly prominent.

To tell the truth, people in their financial circle were not very fond of tea houses on Hong Kong Island.

Their concepts were more Westernized, and they preferred places with high-class vibes.

They generally would not come to Luyu Tea House.

But Chen Jiajun did not care about their thoughts at all; he was determined to set the meeting place at Luyu Tea House.

Having money meant having the final say; now that he was a Big Boss holding over two billion, whatever he said was right.

When Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong, and the others arrived on the second floor, they discovered that the entire second floor of the tea house had been completely booked.

There was a large carved screen standing against the wall in the main hall, and behind the screen sat a man in a suit, smoking a Cigar.

The swirling smoke obscured his perfect profile, revealing only one arm and one Cigar from behind the carving.

This man looked refined and handsome! Very eye-catching!

"Boss, these are Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong, Chen Zhan, Mai Shengyun, and Lin Rundong; they are all gold-medal brokers in Hong Kong and geniuses of the financial world."

Zhan Peizhong led the five of them behind the screen and introduced them while standing by the table.

The name of Chen Jiajun had already resounded throughout Hong Kong and Macau; if one were in the financial circle and did not know the name of Dalao Jun of Hung Hing, it meant one was already behind the times.

With a principal of 45 million, he reaped 400 million from Jianing Group, then with a principal of 580 million, he reaped 2.3 billion from Hutchison Whampoa, and recently, with a principal of 1.03 billion, he reaped 1.98 billion from Hutchison Whampoa.

His speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy in making moves, along with his unique vision, left people dumbfounded.

And the two characters "Chen Jiajun" represented a myth in the Hong Kong financial world!

Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong, and these other gold-medal brokers had also seen photos of Dalao Jun in the Hong Kong Economic Journal, the Oriental Daily News, or on TVB and Asia Television.

Chen Jiajun nodded, picked up a purple clay teapot while sitting in his chair, poured several cups of tea onto the tea tray in the center of the round table, and pointed at the seats:

"Please sit."

Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong, and the five of them hurriedly expressed their thanks: "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

The five of them immediately sat down obediently in the chairs around the round table, took a sip after picking up their teacups, then placed the cups back in front of them, holding their breath and focusing their attention, ready to listen to the Big Boss speak.

As for Chen Jiajun, he had never asked for these people's names; there was no need to ask, as he had memorized them all in his mind.

These people were all future members of the famous Landlord Association!

Nowadays, the circle of brokers in Hong Kong finance was relatively closed, and it was difficult to integrate into it without an outsider's introduction.

But Chen Jiajun did not need to integrate; with his capital of over two billion, he was already an existence that people like Huang Shitong had to look up to.

If he did not speak, they had no qualifications to say anything.

Chen Jiajun finished his tea and set down his cup; Zhan Peizhong sat down beside Chen Jiajun and refilled the tea for Dalao Jun.

And before Chen Jiajun could speak after finishing his tea, Sima Xiang could no longer hold back and asked: "May I ask Mr. Chen, what business do you have for us?"

Sima Xiang was the oldest among Huang Shitong and the others; whenever this small circle was together, Sima Xiang was the one to step up and handle things.

Seeing that Chen Jiajun would not speak, he got straight to the point.

But Chen Jiajun did not answer them immediately; instead, he tapped the tabletop lightly.

"Thump, thump."

The movement was not large.

But the sound was very loud.

Ya Qi, who was to the side, immediately pulled out a Browning Pistol and slammed it onto the tabletop!

"Wrong one."

Chen Jiajun waved his hand, his face showing displeasure.

Yaqiluobei was stunned, and he also slammed the Samurai Sword from his waist onto the table.

"……" Chen Jiajun was amused to the point of laughter; he clapped his hands, and two young demon slaves threw up two boxes, which were opened to reveal stacks of brand-new thousand-dollar Hong Kong banknotes.

Sima Xiang and the others had never imagined that while Dalao Jun of Hung Hing looked refined on the surface, his actions were so shocking!

"Gulp!"

On the second floor of Luyu Tea House, the sound of swallowing echoed; Chen Zhan, Mai Shengyun, and the others had their Adam's apples bobbing, and they all could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

But the gun and the sword from earlier still made them feel a bit panicked inside.

Huang Shitong and Sima Xiang, meanwhile, had their eyelids twitching, not daring to speak.

"Tell me, how much are you people worth?" Chen Jiajun took two puffs of his Cigar.

"No need, no need."

"Mr. Chen, if you have something to say, please speak directly."

"As long as it is within our power, we can talk."

Mai Shengyun, Lin Rundong, and Chen Zhan answered one after another; these three had already been scared out of their wits.

But this answer was clearly wrong.

Sima Xiang and Huang Shitong did not answer, but waited for the Big Boss's answer with calm expressions.

Chen Jiajun looked at Huang Shitong with a smile: "Why don't you all speak up one by one, tell me what your net worths are, and how much money you've raked in from the stock market."

"Eighty million."

"Fifty million."

"Sixty million."

"..."

Huang Shitong, Sima Xiang, and the others answered one by one.

Chen Jiajun calculated for a moment and said: "The five of you are worth three hundred million, but in my eyes, you are worth this much." As he spoke, Chen Jiajun held up one finger.

"That's about right; the stock market is risky. If we were to sell everything off, having one hundred million would be remarkable." Sima Xiang picked up his teacup, still not understanding what Dalao Jun meant.

In March 1973, the Hang Seng Index plummeted, falling all the way until October 1974, dropping from 1774 points to 120 points, a decline of 92%; the news pages were filled with content about bankruptcies, jumping off buildings, and suicides.

The 1 million that Zhan Peizhong had earned evaporated along with it.

Yet Huang Shitong and the others made their fortunes during the 1973 stock market crash, with each of their net worths being around fifty million.

Don't look at this small amount of money as nothing in front of Chen Jiajun, who held two billion, but in reality, each of them was someone that 99.9999% of people in Hong Kong needed to look up to.

Chen Jiajun shook his head, determined to shock: "In my eyes, you are worth at least 10 billion!"

Seeing Dalao Jun open up, Huang Shitong smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, you really know how to joke."

"Do not belittle yourselves; in my eyes, you are indeed worth this price!"

"The key is whether you are willing to work with me!"

"The two cases of money on the table contain 20 million; this is a gift for our first meeting. You can split it among yourselves, four million each."

"If you are unwilling to work for me, it doesn't matter; take the money and consider it a meeting between acquaintances."

Chen Jiajun leaned back in his rattan chair and pointed at the pile of money in front of him.

Sima Xiang, Huang Shitong, and the others immediately felt their hearts tighten, because near the 20 million in Hong Kong banknotes, there was also a Browning Pistol and a Samurai Sword.

In the eyes of Huang Shitong and the others, money could always be earned again.

One must know that Dalao Jun had tens of thousands of brothers under his command ready to risk their lives for him at any time; if he killed them, he would at most go to Stanley Prison for a few years of "advanced studies"!

"Mr. Chen, you want us to follow you?"

Sima Xiang could feel his hands trembling as he asked the question.

"Yes, but I will give you great autonomy. Each of you has your own company; usually, you will help me manage my funds."

"Every week or every month, we will meet to play cards and chat. I will notify you of the meeting location in advance and send people to pick you up."

"I currently have a total of 2.691 billion in cash on hand, plus Hong Xing, that's a total of 3 billion in cash, and there will be another one or two hundred million in income every month from now on."

"Now it's your turn to choose." Chen Jiajun picked up his teacup and took a sip.

That's right.

He wanted to form his own Landlord Association!

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