Chapter 179: Strong Troops and Sturdy Horses!

Chen Jiajun nodded, looked at the dejected Han Bin, and said, "A Bin, Konglong has already passed away, but the living must carry on. I hope you can pull yourself together..."

"Ada, I know. In this life, this day comes sooner or later, but I just never thought it would happen to me," Han Bin sighed.

That is how it is in this life; before something happens, everyone thinks they are unique and that bad luck will not fall upon them.

Even if the newspapers are full of such news every day, the vast majority of street thugs still do not take it to heart.

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his Cigar:

"A lot of things happened last month, and the unpleasant ones are already in the past."

"Furthermore, the Tuen Mun branch is vacant. I am having Banshou En promoted to take charge, and Lu Jinqiang will serve as the White Paper Fan."

"A Kun and Tian Yangsheng led their teams all the way from Yau Ma Tei to Tsim Sha Tsui. A great merit!"

"A Kun, from now on, Yau Ma Tei and Jordan are under your command!"

"Yes! Thank you, Ada!"

Rising from a Zha FIT Ren of Mong Kok to a Zha FIT Ren of Yau Ma Tei and Jordan in one go—that feeling is more than just satisfying!

Controlling two lucrative districts all by himself!

Jing Kun was beaming: "Actually, it was all thanks to the merit of A Sheng that night. We Hung Hing boys are just too good at fighting!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and looked at Tian Yangsheng: "A Sheng!"

Tian Yangsheng let out a long breath and stood up firmly: "Big Brother!"

Chen Jiajun introduced him: "A Sheng has been with me for over half a year. Although I haven't promoted him to Red Pole, he has strength far exceeding that of a Red Pole. From now on, Tsim Sha Tsui is under your command!"

"Thank you, Big Brother!"

Tian Yangsheng said firmly. Facts proved that he hadn't chosen wrong back then; he had followed the right boss!

"Don't thank me, thank yourself. Also, the company will provide funds to renovate the nightclubs in the territory from Yau Ma Tei to Tsim Sha Tsui. From now on, you all should work hard!" Chen Jiajun waved his hand at him, signaling him to sit down.

Shisimei raised her head and said: "Ada, it's about time to renovate the venues in Portland Street, right?"

"Of course. I wouldn't forget you, no matter who I forgot."

As Chen Jiajun spoke, he looked at the person sitting behind Shanjie: "Datian Er!"

"Ada!"

Datian Er's focus sharpened instantly. He stood up, and even his face turned red.

Chen Jiajun said: "Datian Er has been with Hung Hing since he was twenty-three. He has always been loyal to Hung Hing, and his strength is decent enough.

We at Hung Hing don't just look at strength; we also look at everyone's loyalty. Datian Er is loyal to the company and has also rendered meritorious service. From now on, Kwun Tong is under your command, Datian Er. Do not let everyone's expectations down."

"Thank... thank you, Ada! Thank you, Ada!" Datian Er couldn't even speak clearly for a moment.

With this, the structure of Hung Hing is:

Macau, Lao E.

Wanchai, Dumu.

Causeway Bay, Big Hao.

Chai Wan, Shanjie.

Kowloon, Xiyan.

Yau Ma Tei/Jordan, Jing Kun.

Portland Street, Shisimei.

Kwai Tsing, Han Bin.

Tuen Mun, Banshou En. (Ao En)

Western District, Ji Ge.

Central, Old Yu.

Xianggang Zai, Da Fei.

Yuen Long, Yaqiluobei.

Kwun Tong, Datian Er.

Tsim Sha Tsui, Tian Yangsheng.

A total of fourteen Zha FIT Ren.

Truly strong troops and sturdy horses!

After discussing society matters, Chen Jiajun brought up school matters: "Also, my previous promise remains valid. I hope everyone can find time to go to school to learn. If you pass the vocational technical assessment, I will give a red envelope to those who excel at the end of the year, or even reward them with a building."

"I hope everyone takes this seriously."

After a pause, Chen Jiajun continued: "In addition, the company is preparing to open a private equity fund, the Dragon Head Fund."

"If you have spare money, you can invest it in the fund company. When the fund makes money, it will be returned to you as promised after deducting the handling fees."

The reason for opening a private equity fund is to increase the income of the Hung Hing boys.

Currently, Hung Hing has a very serious problem, which is that the income of the low-level Majai is still too low. Although Chen Jiajun has significantly increased their "compensation," it is still only 1,500 dollars per month.

As his subordinates, their income should at least reach the middle-to-upper class of Hong Kong, right?

Otherwise, how can he, as their Dragon Head, lead them out in the future!

Hearing this news, these Zha FIT Ren and those Red Poles all had eyes gleaming with gold; following the Big Brother means having meat to eat.

Ada opening the Dragon Head Fund is clearly to take care of them!

Immediately after, Chen Jiajun said seriously: "Also, everyone, find me a batch of talent in the clothing industry. Regarding A-Goods, the current monthly consumption in Hong Kong is far less than the production capacity of the A-Goods clothing factories. I plan to create a brand for the excess capacity, and I am currently in urgent need of designers."

On one hand, it is overcapacity; on the other hand, it is for the sake of the future.

Regarding the A-Goods factories, to avoid any potential legal issues, Chen Jiajun split the A-Goods factories into dozens of sub-factories, separating each process.

In this way, looking at any single sub-factory, one cannot see any illegal behavior.

But gray is gray after all, and it will definitely be cracked down on by departments like the Customs in the future.

Therefore, we must take this opportunity to establish an independent brand.

"Ada, leave this matter to me to handle."

Xing Shu volunteered, rising to his feet and patting his chest.

Ada wants to invite people; no matter how big the designer is, Ada must have them invited back.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Fine, remember that when inviting people, you must be respectful. You must let the designers see our Hongxing's wealth and strength."

"Understood." Xing Shu nodded.

A motorcade of Mercedes-Benz cars slowly pulled up at the *All the Wrong Spies* film set.

To invite the people, Xing Shu specially brought along a gong and drum troupe and a lion dance troupe; he had to make the scene grand, he had to let the designers see Hongxing's sincerity and wealth!

He got out of the car.

Xing Shu straightened his suit and roared at those behind him: "Blow the trumpets and suonas, beat the gongs and drums! We must let others see our Hongxing's sincerity."

Xing Shu led one hundred young demon slaves, swaggering straight toward the *All the Wrong Spies* film set.

This scared the members of the *All the Wrong Spies* film crew so much they nearly wet themselves; the director Xu Ke hurriedly led the actors Mai Jia, Luobin, and Ceng Ziwei out of the set.

Ceng Ziwei pulled out a cigarette and offered it forward, wearing a face full of smiles as he said: "Hello, hello! This is the set for *All the Wrong Spies*, I am Ceng Ziwei, my old man is Pig Oil Boy. Did you big brothers take a wrong turn?"

Ceng Ziwei's old man was Pig Oil Boy, the top henchman of the Chief Chinese Detective Lei Luo; although he had already fled to Taiwan, his reputation remained.

As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling face; Xing Shu took the cigarette and held it in his mouth: "You are Pig Oil Boy's brat? Your old man is Lei Luo's top henchman, right?"

"Yes, yes, may I ask how to address you?" Ceng Ziwei said, bowing and scraping.

"Hongxing 415, Xing Shu, ever heard of me?"

Xing Shu puffed out his chest; speaking of which, he and Pig Oil Boy were of the same generation, and he had met him a few times before.

Upon hearing this, everyone present had their expressions change, especially the director Xu Ke.

The name of Hongxing rang throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon, and their grudges and grievances with the Yuenanzai were known to all.

Coincidentally, he, Xu Ke, was also a Yuenanzai.

"Heard of you, Hongxing Dalao Jun..."

Ceng Ziwei's face also turned deathly pale; his old man's status could only scare ordinary triads.

In front of Hongxing Mad Dragon Dalao Jun, it was completely insufficient.

He hurriedly pulled out a red envelope he had prepared in advance: "Xing Shu, please have the brothers drink some tea."

Xing Shu glanced at the red envelope but did not take it: "Our Hongxing no longer collects protection fees."

"It's over, it seems their appetite is huge." Ceng Ziwei's heart sank sharply.

Just as he was about to ask what Xing Shu had come for, Xing Shu roared loudly: "Which one is Mr. Zhang Shuping?"

A frail-looking young man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white shirt raised his hand tremblingly: "I... it's me."

After saying this, he swallowed his saliva.

Xing Shu strode forward, cupped his hands in a bow, and shouted: "Hongxing 415 White Paper Fan Xing Shu, by the order of Incense Master Chen Jiajun, specially come to respectfully invite Zhang to come out of the mountains!"

"Set up the incense table!"

"Place the Guan Sheng!"

"Bring up the roast pig!"

As an old hand in the underworld, Xing Shu was very skilled in these rituals. After announcing his name, the few young demon slaves behind him immediately carried the roast pig into the film set and set it down steadily.

Xing Shu roared: "Mr. Zhang, my big brother is Hongxing Dalao Jun, with one hundred thousand brothers! My big brother respects the virtuous and condescends to the lowly, and has specially ordered me, Xing Shu, to respectfully invite Mr. Zhang to come out of the mountains!"

The Majai behind him also roared in unison:

"Respectfully invite Mr. Zhang to come out of the mountains!"

As the film set's art director and costume designer, Zhang Jianping was scared to the point of wetting himself; he stammered: "Invite me, for what?"

The film set was a mixed bag; like the martial arts director on their set, he used to be in the triads. When chatting in his spare time, he had also heard of Dalao Jun, the hottest big brother in all of Hong Kong right now, a chaotic demon king who killed without blinking!

Being invited over by such a triad big brother, he knew what it meant.

A few years ago, a neighbor of Zhang Shuping owed loan sharks money, was invited away by a triad, and ended up as a corpse on the street.

Also a few years ago, a classmate of Zhang Shuping joined a triad, was also invited away by the triad, and fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing Mr. Zhang hesitate, Xing Shu thought it must be that Mr. Zhang had not yet felt his sincerity!

Xing Shu solemnly lit incense, took the gleaming Machete, and spoke: "Come, cut the incense pig!"

Zhang Shuping looked up and saw the Machete, scared out of his wits: "Don't slash me! Don't slash me!"

"Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with you!"

Xing Shu roared, hurriedly supporting Zhang Shuping.

"Not good, Mr. Zhang has fainted!"

"Someone, send him to the hospital for emergency treatment immediately!"

After saying this, Xing Shu hurriedly dragged Zhang Shuping out, packed up the red carpet, packed up the incense table; the group came quickly and left just as quickly...

And Xu Ke, Ceng Ziwei, and the others present were all scared to the point of wetting themselves; after all, being invited away by Hongxing was not a good thing.

So that night, they finally invited the lewd film big brother Jing Kun, who was also in the film and television industry, to bring some precious delicacies and visit Chen Jiajun at Guojun Building.

"Ada, this is Xu Ke and Mai Jia from Cinema City; they are very famous for making movies. Look, this is the brat of Lei Luo's top henchman Pig Oil Boy—Ceng Ziwei."

Inside the reception hall, Jing Kun introduced these people one by one.

"Oh? Xu Ke?"

Chen Jiajun passed over Mai Jia, Ceng Ziwei, and the others, finally looking at the genius director Xu Ke.

"Mr. Chen, hello." Xu Ke immediately felt his scalp go numb.

"Are you Yuenanzai?" Chen Jiajun revealed a smile.

"I am an overseas Chinese from Yue Nan," Xu Ke did not deny it.

"Have you seen blood?" Chen Jiajun looked at his physiognomy and asked with interest.

"I was young and ignorant," Xu Ke answered, biting the bullet.

(End of chapter)