Chapter 154: Promoted to Son-in-Law

That night.

Chen Jiajun was in Huang Bi'an's detached villa, discussing the specifics of their cooperation.

The first was car smuggling.

"Every year, we ship three thousand cars from Ou Luoba to Hong Kong, including original luxury cars from brands like Jaguar, Rolls-Royce, Porsche, Ferrari, Bentley, and Mercedes-Benz. Additionally, there are ten thousand 'water cars'."

So-called original cars refer to new vehicles obtained directly from the manufacturer.

Hong Kong has no import tariffs on cars, but it does have a motor vehicle registration tax.

However, in regions like Taiwan, due to higher taxes and complex distribution channels, the retail price is usually 60% or even one or two times higher than abroad.

As for water cars, they are basically of unknown origin, and the vast majority are stolen.

The Political Department knew well that for Huang Bi'an to become a helpmeet to Chen Jiajun, she had to have some illegal business as a vehicle; otherwise, the female Agent planted there would eventually become nothing more than a trophy.

Therefore, smuggling cars and water cars were merely a front, a front to cover their true purpose.

But even as a front, given the resources of the Political Department, the amount smuggled into Hong Kong was still an astronomical figure.

Thirteen thousand cars a year—even for small brands, the transaction volume would be at least one billion!

Chen Jiajun tapped his fingers on the table twice, and soon made a decision: "I will establish an auto trading company. This trading company will mainly deal in original luxury cars. Original cars will go through normal customs procedures; otherwise, the losses will outweigh the gains.

Then, I will open two luxury car dealerships on Hong Kong Island and the Kowloon Peninsula. You will be in charge of the dealerships from now on."

"Mm!"

Huang Bi'an appeared very submissive.

Huang Bi'an was wearing a silk nightgown, pressed against Chen Jiajun, her figure curvaceous and alluring.

"Smack!"

Chen Jiajun slapped her shapely buttocks and instructed:

"Bring me my mobile phone."

Huang Bi'an touched her backside, shot him a reproachful look, and then fetched the mobile phone from the table.

Taking the mobile phone, Chen Jiajun sat on the spacious sofa and made a call to Shanjie.

"Shanjie, come to Luyu Tea House tomorrow. I have business for you to handle, related to Taiwan."

"Yes! Understood! Ada!"

"Your sister-in-law will be there tomorrow too. None of you are to be unruly; don't make me lose face."

"Don't worry! Ada!"

Shanjie put down the mobile phone, looking very excited.

"Binni Zai."

"Ada, what are your orders?"

"Orders your head. Dress more formally tomorrow; we're coming to talk business. Remember to bring Shisimei."

"A Kun! Fuck your mother, you've been playing with women every day for these past few months. Be careful of kidney deficiency!"

"My mother is pushing me hard. You're my Big Brother; you can't just watch me have no heirs, right?"

"Isn't your son already fifteen?"

"Don't mention that little bastard!"

"Let's talk business. Come over tomorrow; there's business for you, Shanjie, and Binni Zai to handle."

Chen Jiajun planned to hand the water car business to these few people, relying mainly on their relationship with the Sanlian Gang to sell the water cars to Taiwan. Shanjie and Lei Gong's driver, Xiao Hei, were cousins.

After Ding Yao and Gao Jie died, Xiao Hei's status rose, and he was now a Hall Master. With this connection, if he didn't give it to Shanjie to handle, who would he give it to?

Hanging up the mobile phone, Chen Jiajun continued: "As for money laundering, I believe with your intelligence, you will handle it quickly in Macau. My people are currently in charge of the Putian Gambling Hall; go find Lao E once you're there."

"Also, you must reach a turnover of 1.5 billion in the gambling hall. If you don't know how to do it, start a travel agency and bring tourists over from Europe and America to play."

The reason he didn't directly handle the money laundering business himself was that Chen Jiajun had his own considerations. After all, they had only met twice, and although they had already been intimate, there were some things he preferred not to touch if he didn't have to.

"I understand."

Huang Bi'an's face showed admiration.

Chen Jiajun put down the mobile phone, turned his head to look at Huang Bi'an, and suddenly gave a smile as if expecting praise.

"You..."

"Again?"

"Are you an animal!"

"You bastard!"

Huang Bi'an hurriedly picked up a throw pillow and placed it against her chest in a defensive posture.

Chen Jiajun chuckled, rolled over to pin Huang Bi'an beneath him, using one hand for support while the other began to slide over her silk nightgown, tracing her S-shaped curves.

Chen Jiajun smirked: "Don't want to play? Call me Master."

Huang Bi'an immediately begged for mercy: "Master, please let me go."

"Damn it! I told you to call me that, you're forcing my hand!"

"You're shameless, you bastard!"

After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, even with Huang Bi'an's specially trained physical fitness, she was somewhat exhausted.

She lay in Chen Jiajun's arms, recounting some past events, half-true and half-false.

Her ancestors were from the Qing Dynasty Nian'gan Chu, an agency that assisted in guarding the Emperor during tours and was responsible for the Emperor's entertainment. When Yongzheng ascended the throne, he developed the Nian'gan Chu into a secret service agency, the notorious Blood Droppers!

This agency mainly had two functions: internally monitoring officials and externally collecting intelligence, equivalent to today's CIA plus the FBI.

By the later period, the Nian'gan Chu had already developed across the entire globe!

At that time, it collected a vast amount of intelligence from around the world; not only did it know the ins and outs of the French Revolution, but it also knew that a comprehensive Industrial Revolution had occurred in England, and it had a very clear understanding of the latest political intelligence of the time, such as English ships sailing across the oceans of the world.

"Back then, when the English minister Ma Ga'erni presented tribute to Qianlong, Qianlong's disdain was not due to a lack of knowledge, but because he was already unimpressed; Qianlong knew deeply about the technological progress brought by the Industrial Revolution, as well as its connection to the French Revolution."

"But what he feared was that once these technologies were introduced, Lu Yi Shiliu would become his cautionary tale."

"My ancestor was an administrative minister of the Nian'gan Chu; administrative ministers were generally held by princes, dukes, or imperial sons-in-law, and he was a Khorchin Prince of the Manchu-Mongol banners!"

"After the Battle of Plassey, England occupied India, and my ancestor followed Qianlong's orders to go to India to collect intelligence."

"Even so, they still believed that the Han people were the Qing Dynasty's greatest enemy; later, Qianlong even abolished the Nian'gan Chu and chose to remain stagnant and close the country off, while my ancestor did not choose to return to the imperial court, but instead settled down in London..."

"It has been over two hundred years since then, which is why I have the features of a mixed-race person."

After finishing, Huang Bi'an took out a string of court beads and looked at Chen Jiajun, hoping to see some expression on his face; her narrative was extremely clever, combining her family's true history, and the brainwashing effect was very strong.

And her joining MI5 was also a case of a daughter inheriting her ancestor's profession.

This string of court beads was emerald green, rich and vibrant, with a dazzling luster, appearing exceptionally graceful and luxurious.

"In that case, if you were in the Qing Dynasty, would you still be a Gege?"

Chen Jiajun sipped his red wine, keenly noticing some details.

"Pretty much."

"Gege! Your consort is here to serve you!"

As soon as Huang Bi'an finished speaking, Chen Jiajun had already rolled over on top of her.

"Ah! You are a stud!"

The following evening.

In a private room at Fook Lam Moon, Jing Kun began to complain bitterly as soon as he entered the door, "This morning, the little bastard asked me for money and girls!"

"Haha! No way, Kun Ge! Your kid is only fifteen!"

Han Bin was startled, spitting out his tea with a spray, laughing so hard that even his wrinkles appeared.

"Exactly!"

"He hasn't even grown his hair out yet, and he even said I wasn't any better than him, having him when I was seventeen! I'll f*** his mother!"

"I've been praying to Guan Erye every day recently, just hoping my woman will work harder and give me another son!"

After Jing Kun finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Seeing the people arriving at the door, everyone immediately put away their smiles, stood up, and shouted: "Ada! Sister-in-law!"

Han Bin, Shisimei, Shanjie, and the others stood up one after another.

"Sit."

"Everyone sit!"

Chen Jiajun held Huang Bi'an's hand and brought Tian Yangsheng and the others into the private room; at a glance, they were all wearing fitted suits and looked somewhat decent.

After taking their seats, Tian Yangsheng turned over several teacups for Big Brother and lifted the teapot to pour the tea.

"My girlfriend, Huang Bi'an! An'an, this is A Kun, Han Bin, Shisimei, Shanjie... By the way, where is Da Fei? Binni Zai, didn't you call him?"

Chen Jiajun introduced the people around him and looked around, only then realizing that the handsome guy who ate Haigou Pill every day was missing.

"You only told me to call Shisimei, you didn't call Da Fei! Otherwise, should I call him now?"

Han Bin scratched his head and said.

"It's fine, I'll tell him later! You guys, tell him to film fewer adult movies; he released ten in one month! He's the lead in every single one, it's no good if he ruins his health!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand as he spoke, took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by Jing Kun, and asked: "What was the matter just now, laughing so happily?"

"Kun Ge said he prays to Guan Erye every day, asking Guan Erye to bless him with another son!"

Shanjie chuckled.

While chatting and catching up on daily life, Huang Bi'an sat on the side acting as a listener for the vast majority of the time.

After dinner, Chen Jiajun said with a solemn expression: "The waterwheel business was brought to you by your sister-in-law; from now on, there will be at least ten thousand waterwheels every year."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law, thank you for looking after our business."

The various leaders of Hong Xing raised their teacups one after another, offering tea to Huang Bi'an to express their thanks.

"Sit down, no need to stand."

Facing these people, Huang Bi'an appeared graceful and generous.

Chen Jiajun continued: "The other party is an English gang called the Peaky Blinders; the four of you, plus Da Fei and Tian Yangsheng, will split this business equally. Shanjie, you are responsible for leading the Sanlian Gang, and these waterwheels will mainly be sold to Taiwan."

The old rules apply: half goes to the company! The company will handle the Customs and the Marine Police; if you have any difficulties, just tell me."

Aside from smuggling Laundry Powder, other things in 1980s Hong Kong didn't count as major crimes at all!

To ensure tax revenue, the Inland Revenue Department has always upheld the principle of "no crime if taxes are paid," which is the international practice of collecting arrears, fines, and paying off debts with money.

After all, the government, like a gang, cannot guarantee that every enterprise and every company will honestly pay their taxes.

For the British in Hong Kong, large enterprises are the halls established by the authorities.

If you kill them with one blow, you will only lose money; it is better to leave an opening and have the tax revenue flow back.

For such a good business, Chen Jiajun naturally wanted to give it to his staunch supporters in Hong Xing; he knew one thing: money can never be earned in full, and one shouldn't be as stingy as Jiang Tiansheng.

Promoting a book: "Reborn in Hong Kong: The Unlicensed Barrister," author Real Person Pu Xiang, an absolute master of history.

(End of this chapter)