Chapter 153: Jing Jun is Very Capable

"Mr. Chen, thank you for helping me drive those people away."

"And for that cup of coffee the other day."

"I'll pay your tab tonight as compensation."

Huang Bi'an crouched down, picked up her handbag, and made a show of wanting to pay the bill and leave.

Chen Jiajun, however, simply snapped his fingers and beckoned a floor manager over.

"No need, this nightclub is mine."

"However, I would like to invite you to do me the honor of going for a drive."

Huang Bi'an slung her handbag over her shoulder, brushed back the hair in front of her face, and looked at Chen Jiajun with a confident gaze: "Alright."

The two went downstairs, and Chen Jiajun had her get into his Porsche 911 SCRS; they drove for a while, but he had no intention of going for a scenic drive.

Huang Bi'an also sensed something wrong from the route, so she looked at Chen Jiajun and asked: "Mr. Chen, where are you taking me?"

Only at this moment did her heart sense that something was amiss.

Chen Jiajun smoked his cigar and looked at Huang Bi'an with a beaming smile: "Miss Huang, I would like to invite you to come to a hotel with me."

"You wouldn't refuse, would you?"

Huang Bi'an's heart skipped a beat; she turned her head and bit her lip, her face flushing a deep red, all the way to her earlobes.

Yet, in her heart, she was cursing: "Bastard, you lecher!"

"We've only met for the second time, and you want to do me!"

"A person shouldn't... at least, it shouldn't be like this."

Although she did have some thoughts about Chen Jiajun, to be so open after only meeting twice—wasn't that against social moral norms?

In the end, the Porsche 911 SCRS pulled up at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Chen Jiajun took out his ID card and paid for a room.

The two stood before the presidential suite; Chen Jiajun twisted the door open and shoved Huang Bi'an into the room.

Then.

"Snap."

A soft sound.

It plunged back into darkness.

Huang Bi'an subconsciously pressed against the corner of the wall, lowered her head, and let her gaze wander aimlessly.

Chen Jiajun propped one hand against the wall and lifted her chin.

An hour later, Chen Jiajun lay on the bed wrapped in a large white bath towel, smoking a cigar and exhaling a cloud of smoke, looking completely at ease.

Huang Bi'an, meanwhile, was snuggled up against his side like a little bird.

Chen Jiajun asked: "Just now, I heard you and those Gweilos talking about money laundering? You should know my true identity, so tell me, what is your motive for getting close to me?"

The woman in his arms felt her body tremble.

She was silent for a long moment before saying: "Have you heard of the Peaky Blinders? The family behind me has some business with the Peaky Blinders on Hong Kong Island that cannot see the light of day. I am their Headman in Hong Kong. On one hand, we want to expand our business, and on the other, every year there is some money that needs to be transported back to England."

The England Peaky Blinders truly existed, and Huang Bi'an's identity did indeed have some ties to them; as for the dirty money, that was also true.

But hidden behind it all was the fact that some big shots had money that couldn't be made public being moved out of Hong Kong.

These matters were all operated behind the scenes by the Political Department.

In all of Hong Kong, there was no better partner than Chen Jiajun; after all, Chen Jiajun owned over a dozen Gambling Halls and was also a shareholder and General Manager of the Aoyu Group.

"Mr. Chen, since you know my motive for approaching you, then I am now your person."

"From now on, I take the surname Chen."

"You should know what I want."

Huang Bi'an's expression was very serious.

Chen Jiajun was not easily fooled; if she wanted to play other tricks, it would be better to take the opportunity to offer some benefits to trade with him.

Of course, deep down, Huang Bi'an felt that she had just gotten the better end of the deal.

Jing Jun is very capable.

Hearing Huang Bi'an's words, Chen Jiajun was stunned for a moment; he held the cigar in his mouth: "What do you want?"

"You wouldn't be asking for money, would you?"

"Hey, I worked so hard just now, it's good enough that I didn't ask you for money, and you actually want to ask me for money? That's going too far!"

Chen Jiajun became more agitated as he spoke.

"Damn it!"

Huang Bi'an's expression stiffened as she looked at the man before her in disbelief.

She had seen handsome men.

She had seen shameless men.

But a man who was this handsome, this rich, had status, and was this shameless!

She really hadn't seen one!

This time, she had finally seen it.

After teasing her, Chen Jiajun's gaze toward Huang Bi'an suddenly became incomparably sharp, and he began to put on his clothes in a leisurely manner.

And when Chen Jiajun put his clothes back on, it was as if he had become a different person.

Huang Bi'an's heart skipped a beat; she immediately realized that the Chen Jiajun now and the Chen Jiajun when he wasn't wearing clothes had completely different auras.

She immediately realized that Chen Jiajun had just found her amusing and was joking and teasing her.

Before Huang Bi'an could recover, Chen Jiajun tossed the cigar into the ashtray and picked up a water glass to rinse his mouth.

Chen Jiajun spoke up: "I know what you want."

"You can cooperate with me, but you must agree to five conditions."

"If you agree, then you can be my woman."

"If you don't agree, then I'm sorry, you played with me for nothing tonight."

Huang Bi'an put on her leather jacket, leaned down, looked at him and said: "Mr. Chen, tell me."

At this moment, the two were within inches of each other.

Huang Bi'an was on top, Chen Jiajun was below.

"Ah!"

Huang Bi'an let out a cry of surprise; Chen Jiajun had already pressed her down and changed positions.

Man on top, woman below.

"First, there is one thing you are not allowed to touch, and that is Laundry Powder; this is my bottom line."

"Second, when I tell you to get lost, you must get lost! Come when called, leave when waved away."

"Third, I want thirty percent of your business with the Peaky Blinders. If the Peaky Blinders don't accept it, tell them to come to Hong Kong to talk to me."

"Fourth, I will give you a Gambling Hall. I won't ask about how much money you launder, but the monthly turnover of this Gambling Hall must exceed 1.5 billion, and I want half of the rake."

Chen Jiajun held up four fingers, speaking word by word, resonant and powerful.

If she wants to cooperate with him, she must listen to him; if she wants to be his woman, she naturally must also listen to him.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun fully displayed his domineering aura.

Huang Bi'an only felt a strong masculine scent crashing into her head.

It almost overwhelmed her mind.

She breathed rapidly, trying hard to calm herself down and think about Chen Jiajun's conditions, yet she keenly sensed something wrong and said angrily: "I am not a prostitute; if you tell me to get lost, I get lost, then what am I?"

As for the others, what harm was there in agreeing? She even vaguely felt that Chen Jiajun was at a loss.

Because the black money passing through the Political Department every year was an astronomical figure, which even included the portions that various directors of the Jockey Club could not bring to light.

The Hong Kong Jockey Club could be said to be the only legal, patented gambling institution in Hong Kong, with its main business being horse racing and Mark Six betting, with annual revenues reaching tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars!

For over a hundred years, the British in Hong Kong have always ignored the Jockey Club, this massive treasury and concentration camp for the most powerful, allowing it to operate as a black box and a small circle, where traditional old forces entrench themselves, seek rent, and engage in private dealings, never once asking questions.

Chen Jiajun was quite satisfied with Huang Bi'an's performance and directly reached out to pat her perky buttocks: "What are you? My little bitch! One of them!"

"Ah!"

"You bastard! Ah!"

"Call me Master!"

"Master~"

One hour later.

Chen Jiajun and Huang Bi'an walked out of the room with their fingers interlocked; the two were very eye-catching on the road, a talented man and a beautiful woman.

The two looked quite well-matched, and there was truly a sweetness of love in Huang Bi'an's brows.

A building, a high-rise, opposite the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

"Big Sir, it seems our plan is very successful."

Bai Shibin, wearing an expensive suit, swirled the wine glass in his hand and looked smilingly at the Director of Political Department, He Guorong, beside him.

The Undercover agents from the Anti-Triad Unit planted in Hung Hing could not reach the upper echelons of power for various reasons.

And for various considerations, they would not send female Undercover agents.

But the female Agents specially trained by MI5 were incomparably loyal to the Motherland; having them sacrifice themselves for a mission was just a matter of a single word.

"George, you tell Elizabeth that as long as Chen Jiajun has any request, it must be satisfied. Also, let her show off our power a little to smoothly help him obtain the title of Justice of the Peace."

He Guorong wore a handmade suit with a very strong British style, the hair on his head was meticulously slicked back, looking more like a young aristocrat, a gentleman.

"Yes!"

"Big Sir, I received intelligence that Jiang Tianyang has returned to Hong Kong, bringing with him the likes of Shenxian Ke, the Second Route Marshal recognized in Hong Kong back in the day. He seems to want to take back Hung Hing. What should we do?"

Bai Shibin asked.

"Let them play; I will handle the Anti-Triad Unit. Let Elizabeth slowly collect evidence in secret to achieve the goal of controlling Chen Jiajun."

"Jiang Tianyang will absolutely not be able to beat Chen Jiajun in a head-on collision."

After He Guorong finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass at his side and drank it in one gulp.

Everyone in the Political Department possessed several real identities.

Behind it was MI5, and its source of funds was also MI5.

And MI5 played an inglorious role in England's expansion, and it was a tactic that never failed, staged frequently.

For example, in the Shanghai concessions back then, as well as in many of its colonies, they all played the role of civilized gentlemen, while all the dirty work was contracted out to local dark forces to do.

(End of this chapter)