Chapter 17: Mature and Humble Big Boy

Seeing Dalao B, Chen Jiajun smiled and took a step back, a smile hanging on his face.

"We're all working for the company; this matter is just a misunderstanding. I think we should just let it go," Dalao B said with a chuckle, looking at Chen Jiajun.

"Let it go? Shanjie scared away the customers in the venue. If word gets out that my place can't be protected, and no one comes to hang out, what then? No business in the venue means no income, and no income means I can't pay the protection fees. You say we should just let it go like that?"

Chen Jiajun gave B Ge absolutely no face, staring into his eyes and questioning him.

"Then what do you want to do?" Dalao B's calm tone contained turbulent waves.

"Lanzai Jun, don't go too far!" Chen Haonan pointed at Chen Jiajun and cursed.

Datian Er and the others gained some confidence at this moment and stepped forward one after another.

"What are you trying to do? Back off!" Dalao B immediately barked at Chen Haonan.

Dalao B looked at Chen Jiajun, his expression also looking somewhat unpleasant: "Then what do you want to do? How about I have Shanjie pour you tea and apologize?"

"That routine of pouring tea and apologizing is outdated! B Ge, let's have something practical. Keep it simple: 200,000 in damages." Chen Jiajun chuckled.

In his view, nothing was as useful as money; he figured he was also being influenced by this Money-Adding System.

"Screw you! Lanzai Jun!"

Chen Haonan broke down again, losing his reason, and rushed toward Chen Jiajun while waving his fists. Seeing this, Datian Er and the others hurriedly dragged him back.

"Anan, shut up!" Dalao B roared at Chen Haonan once again.

He then looked at Chen Jiajun and said seriously: "Fine, I'll have Shanjie write you an IOU. I guarantee Shanjie will pay you back within a month."

An IOU?

Hmph, in Dalao B's view, this money naturally didn't need to be repaid; Chen Jiajun definitely wouldn't live past this week!

Hearing this, feelings of unwillingness and humiliation surged into the hearts of the Causeway Bay Five Tigers.

They went out to collect debts for the company, but instead of collecting the account, they got beaten up and even had to write an IOU.

Who could they go to for justice?

Ten minutes later, Chen Jiajun put away the IOU and said to Shanjie with satisfaction: "Little chicken, remember to pay up."

At this moment, one side of Shanjie's face was sunken, his eyes and mouth were crooked, and his mind was somewhat unclear. He was helped out of the office by a few people; because they were afraid of losing face, they left through the back door.

Dalao B sat in the office and only laughed after Chen Haonan and the others had left: "Shanjie really isn't good at handling things; it's good to give him a lesson.

By the way, A Jun, I came over today to arrange something for you to do."

"B Ge, what is it?"

Chen Jiajun was smiling on the surface, but in his heart, he was cursing.

When this guy speaks, it's definitely nothing good, but he was still Dalao B's underling for now; he couldn't refuse when he assigned tasks.

"You've seen it too; Shanjie is no good at handling things, so I plan to hand over the hall's debt collection to you from now on.

There are two accounts now that need you to handle. The first is the account for Paul; he is a public figure, so don't push him too hard. Wait until he has money, then collect it."

"The second is a loser called Heishui Qiang. He deals drugs and has no gang background. He's owed us 5 million for a year now.

You also know that his line of work is elusive; it's been hard to track him down this past year. I just received word that he will appear in the Kowloon Walled City tomorrow night. Take two people with you and test what exactly he's up to."

Dalao B placed two IOUs and two photos on the desk.

One was a photo of Paul with his family.

The other was of Heishui Qiang.

Upon hearing this, a flash of rejection crossed Chen Jiajun's eyes. Debt collection was a troublesome and unprofitable chore; he really didn't want to do it.

It seemed he had to find an opportunity to sever ties with Dalao B; it would be best to just finish him off directly.

Chen Jiajun put away the IOUs and photos and nodded: "Understood."

"This is a lucrative job. Aside from the principal, you can split any interest you collect fifty-fifty with the company. As your boss, I wish you all the best!"

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After Dalao B left, Chen Jiajun returned to the inner area of the bar and found that the group at Guan Jiahui's table had not yet left.

He picked up a wine glass and walked over: "Everyone, I'm sorry about today. I didn't take good care of you and disturbed your mood. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Eh! Sit, sit, sit. Please sit, Brother Jun."

Seeing Chen Jiajun arrive, Zhang Guorong hurriedly scooted inward to make space.

After sitting down, Chen Jiajun gestured: "Shall we have a drink together?"

"Brother Jun, thank you for helping us out!" Ni Shibei's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.

"Jun Shao, hello." Paul nodded and picked up his wine glass.

Guan Jiahui, on the other hand, looked at Chen Jiajun curiously and only said three words: "Thank you."

"It was just a small favor. You are welcome to come and hang out often in the future; I guarantee your safety." Chen Jiajun understood very well that these celebrities could bring in a massive flow of customers.

After all, if celebrities frequented a bar, fans would definitely follow suit.

After downing a glass of wine, Chen Jiajun patted Paul on the shoulder: "Young Master Zhong, since everyone already knows about the matter, let's talk face-to-face. I'm in charge of your account now. I won't pressure you, but don't go disappearing either. Call me anytime if something comes up."

"Jun Shao, thank you very much." Paul immediately picked up his glass and thanked him repeatedly.

Chen Jiajun nodded and set down his glass: "Making a mistake isn't scary; what's scary is making the same mistake repeatedly. I hope you remember today's lesson.

One million isn't much; you can definitely pay it back. A man has hope as long as he's alive, but if I hear you've gone gambling again, don't blame me for not giving you any face."

Chen Jiajun had heard rumors about Paul's situation in his past life.

"Understood."

Paul nodded repeatedly. By now, he had already sensed the change in the two goddesses' attitudes toward him, and his heart was shattered to pieces.

Guan Jiahui didn't look at Paul, but instead stared curiously at Chen Jiajun.

The temperament Chen Jiajun displayed in his every move made people feel that he was very mature.

After a round of drinks, Chen Jiajun checked the time and took the initiative to say: "Two beauties, let me take you home. It's not convenient to hail a cab late at night."

Chen Jiajun took out his car keys and picked up his jacket.

Zhang Guorong stood frozen on the spot, still unable to react: "Huh?"

Zhong Baoluo was already drunk.

Ni Shibei blinked her doll-like eyes: "Brother Jiajun, that sounds great!"

After all, having such a capable and refined handsome man by her side gave her an explosive sense of security.

Moreover, Ni Shibei also had quite a lot of affection for Chen Jiajun.

If Chen Jiajun had come for her, wouldn't that mean...

Thinking of this, two clouds of crimson drifted onto Ni Shibei's cheeks.

Leaving the Bar, the two sat inside Chen Jiajun's Mercedes-Benz SUV.

"Brother Jiajun, what brand is your car? It looks so high-end. How much did you buy it for? One hundred thousand?" As soon as she got in the car, Ni Shibei asked impatiently.

Hearing this, Chen Jiajun's footsteps faltered.

Damn it!

This was a noble Mercedes-Benz G63, with authentic military-grade quality, plus modifications from the top European and American tuning brand Brabus, which is why it bore the B badge!

In the mouth of a great beauty like Ni Shibei, it had actually turned into a one-hundred-thousand-dollar car?

"About that, it's just over one hundred thousand."

Chen Jiajun was in no rush to correct Ni Shibei; instead, he smiled nonchalantly and started the car.

The great beauty Guan looked at Chen Jiajun with even more curiosity; although she didn't recognize this car, her highly cultivated family background made it clear to her that this vehicle was definitely not simple.

After all, it had such high-end interior trim, such high-end seats, and quite a lot of high-tech facilities inside the car as well.

If it were any other man, in front of a girl, he would surely be blathering on, crazily showing off how awesome his car was and dragging out vocabulary she couldn't understand.

A humble young man like this was truly rare.

(End of this chapter)