Chapter 203: Men All Love to Taste New Tea

"To get straight to the point, I heard from Sun Mingyang that you are preparing to build a bus depot in Shatin?

I think the vacant lot opposite Shatin First City is quite good; it just so happens that I have a plot of land there that hasn't been developed yet. If you are interested, I will take you to see it."

When Li Zhaoji learned that Chen Jiajun wanted to build a bus depot, Li Zhaoji immediately realized how important the Shatin Bus Depot was for his Shatin First City Project.

Geography, feng shui, unit layout, educational resources, and so on are all crucial in influencing the property price of a housing development, among which transportation has the greatest impact.

Among these, the subway has a significant impact on property prices and manifests in stages. During different stages of subway development, the prices of nearby subway-accessible properties trend upward, and from the perspective of a district, subway-accessible properties within the district have prices one level higher than non-subway-accessible properties.

It will take at least several decades for the subway to be planned for Shatin, so settling for the next best thing, for the current Shatin, a bus company is also not bad.

"OK."

Chen Jiajun agreed on the spot.

In 1981, Shatin was full of construction sites everywhere, a scene of prosperity; there were not many high-rise buildings, it looked quite empty, and everywhere one looked, there was yellowish-brown leveled land.

On the vacant lot opposite Shatin First City, the young demon slaves stood there like spears, their gazes like torches.

Chen Jiajun, Sun Mingyang, Li Zhaoji, and others stood side by side.

Si Shu Li Zhaoji gestured with his fingers and said: "A Jun, we are currently standing on the south side of Shatin First City, and directly opposite us is Dalao Mountain."

"I believe you have also experienced the congestion problem of the Lion Rock Tunnel."

"In order to alleviate the congestion of the Lion Rock Tunnel, the Hong Kong government is preparing to tunnel through Dalao Mountain and build another tunnel leading to East Kowloon."

"The north side of Shatin First City is the Jockey Club..."

After introducing the convenience of the plot of land in his hands, Si Shu Li Zhaoji said: "I heard you are planning a 30,000-square-meter Shatin Bus Depot. How about this: I will sell you the land we are standing on for 150 dollars per square foot."

"How much?" Chen Jiajun seemed not to have come back to his senses yet.

"Forget it, forget it. You are a friend of Nan Ge, which means you are also a friend of mine, Li Zhaoji. 120 dollars per square foot."

Seeing Dalao Jun hesitate, Si Shu hurriedly lowered the price.

Chen Jiajun was not complaining that it was expensive, but rather felt it was too cheap, even thinking he had misheard.

120 dollars per square foot, converted to 1,292 dollars per square meter, and in the future, it will be five or six hundred thousand per square meter here...

A full forty or fifty-fold increase...

Averaged out to each year, that is a 10-fold increase per year...

Is there any business in the world more profitable than this?

At this very moment, Chen Jiajun even felt a bit stunned.

However, Chen Jiajun's silence made Si Shu anxious: "A Jun, do you still think 120 dollars is expensive? You have to let me make a living, you can't make me lose money, right?"

Chen Jiajun was still immersed in the shock, and Si Shu jumped up: "How about this, 100 dollars per square foot. If you still think it's expensive, then there's nothing I can do."

"Deal, Si Shu is a straightforward man."

Chen Jiajun hurriedly reached out his hand; he had only been in a daze for a moment, how did Si Shu lower the price to 100 dollars per square foot in the blink of an eye?

The land bought for 33 million Hong Kong dollars would be worth 15 billion in the future.

In the underworld, there are not a few societies that can come up with 33 million; for societies like Sun Yee On, Tung Sing, 14K, etc., 33 million is just a small amount, and even a Hall Master of a larger branch could come up with this money.

However, the vast majority of society thugs simply cannot endure the loneliness of waiting for the land value to appreciate.

After the transaction, Kowloon Motor Bus immediately invited a professional design team to design the Shatin Bus Depot.

Two days later, at night.

A magnificent villa in Shatin.

Over these two days, Shatin appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, there were undercurrents surging, and all parties had made full preparations to welcome the arrival of tomorrow.

Because tomorrow is the day Hung Hing Construction Company moves into the Siu Lek Yuen bus depot site in Shatin, which means a new round of storms is about to arrive.

Previously, Hung Hing Construction Company had already built a full one hundred bus stops in Shatin, and the construction period for each stop was not long, just a day or two.

However, this construction scale is much larger, and the construction period is longer, lasting a full year, which also means that the Hung Hing boys will be operating in Shatin for a long time.

At this time, inside the villa, a haggard-looking middle-aged man sat on a rocking chair, frowning and smoking a cigar.

An old dog lay beside him, panting with its tongue out, quietly motionless.

The middle-aged man wore a pair of glasses and looked like he had no presence at all, but in reality, he was the leader of Sun Yee On; no matter who saw him, they had to respectfully call out—Long Ge, Longshu.

"Dad."

Not long after, Zhang Liangsheng walked over from the entrance with his right hand bandaged in white cloth, bringing a few people with him; seeing Si Yanlong, he was burning with anxiety.

"Sit."

Si Yanlong did not look up, nor did he open his eyes, still closing them to think.

After Zhang Renlong died, Si Yanlong handled the funeral arrangements for Zhang Renlong, embodying the loyalty of the underworld, and even personally carried the spirit tablet to see Zhang Renlong off.

Zhang Liangsheng pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Si Yanlong, saying: "Wo Shing Wo has been a bit restless in Tsim Sha Tsui recently."

Back when Futou Jun switched to Sun Yee On, the first big gift he gave to Sun Yee On was the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui; Wo Shing Wo and Sun Yee On had been fighting for several years, and both sides had suffered casualties.

Now that Sun Yee On's biggest backer, Zhang Renlong, had died in a car accident, there were not a few societies in the underworld eyeing Sun Yee On, and it was no surprise that Wo Shing Wo was the first to be unable to hold back.

After a pause, Zhang Liangsheng gritted his teeth and said: "Kowloon, Yau Ma Tei, Temple Street, Mong Kok, Portland Street, and other branches all have other societies stepping in. Shatin also often has thugs from other societies coming over. That bastard Oriental Ma is bad-mouthing my old man in the newspaper every day, saying my old man is the financier behind Sun Yee On."

By the end, there was hatred in Zhang Liangsheng's tone.

Oriental Ma, that is, the Zha FIT Ren of Oriental Daily News—Ma Chengkun.

"The underworld is like this; when you have power, everyone wants to kiss your feet, and when you lose power, everyone wants to step on you." Si Yanlong shook his head indifferently: "Has there been any action from Hung Hing?"

"Outside the KMB Lai Chi Kok Depot, there is already a long line of dump trucks; it is expected that they will step into Shatin tomorrow. What should we do now?" Zhang Liangsheng said this, already somewhat losing his composure.

After he finished speaking, there was a long silence in the villa.

Although Hung Hing Construction Company is a proper construction company and is also the unit contracted to build the Shatin Bus Depot, it has KMB and Zhongba Group standing behind it.

But if they easily let Hung Hing plant their flag in Shatin, then the prestige of Sun Yee On will be wiped out.

How to handle tomorrow's matter is very important.

Thinking of this, Si Yanlong said wearily: "Tomorrow, find a few Shatin boys to block them; you cannot let them step in easily. If the Anti-Triad Unit police arrive, you run immediately."

"Yes, I understand." Zhang Liangsheng nodded, as if he had found his backbone.

On the other side.

Guojun Building.

Dalao Jun sat in the main seat, with Shatin Rural Committee Vice Chairman Zhang Zixian, Luo Yongjiu, Peng Sen, and other Shatin boys sitting below, along with Dumu, Han Bin, Wo Shing's Da D, and Oriental Daily News Zha FIT Ren Ma Chengkun and others.

"Tomorrow, Hung Hing Construction will plant its flag in Shatin; the Old Sun will absolutely not let us enter the field easily. When the time comes, the motorcade will enter from the Lion Rock Tunnel. Mr. Zhang, find me a group of elderly Uncles, elders, and aunties; the more people, the better."

"When the time comes, 100 dollars for holding a banner, 300 dollars for fighting, and an extra ten dollars per bucket of feces."

"If the Old Sun's street thugs dare to block us, you people go up."

Dalao Jun assigned the mission.

"Building a car factory in Shatin is a great good deed that benefits the people. If the Sun Yee On street thugs dare to block it, we, the villagers of Shatin, will absolutely not agree." Zhang Zixian patted his chest to show his loyalty.

"Dumu, Binni Zai." Chen Jiajun called their names solemnly: "Da D."

The three of them raised their heads.

Chen Jiajun instructed: "Tomorrow, your mission is to sweep the Sun Yee On's turf in Shatin. Once there is a commotion at the Lion Rock Tunnel, the Sun Yee On's rear defenses will definitely be empty. You take buses to the New Territories; your actions must be fast, ruthless, and accurate."

"OK."

"Received."

Several people responded one after another.

Chen Jiajun said finally: "Oriental Ma."

"Boss Chen, just tell me if there is anything you need." The impeccably dressed Oriental Ma held a cigar between his fingers.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "Remember to send reporters to the scene to film."

"OK." Oriental Ma made a gesture.

"Damn, Boss Chen, you really are arrogant enough; now even Wo Shing's Tsuen Wan Da D is working for you."

After the brothers took their orders and left, only Chen Jiajun and Oriental Ma remained in the office.

Oriental Ma looked toward the door and said pointedly.

"What do you mean working for me? Da D asked me to let him have a sip of soup. We are all people of the underworld; you help me, I help you. Don't go spreading this matter around."

Chen Jiajun flicked the cigar ash and flatly denied it.

His cooperation with Da D could not be known by the Uncles and Elders of Wo Shing, at least not yet, otherwise it would affect his future plans.

"You know me, I'm not a big mouth. By the way, it's been a long time since we went out to have fun. Recently, Wo Shing got a batch of girls from Taiwan; their voices are sweet and cute. Are you interested?"

Oriental Ma said with high spirits.

"Are they top-notch?"

Men all love to taste new tea, and Chen Jiajun was a normal man too.

"They are all new tea, guaranteed to be top-notch to death." Oriental Ma stood up and said.

One hour later, inside the largest VIP private room at Wo Shing's Portland Street, Mong Kok turf.

"Kun Ge."

"Mr. Chen."

Wo Shing's pimp entered the private room with a group of scantily clad girls from Taiwan.

"A Jun, let me introduce you. This is Wo Shing's Gold Medal Pimp, Jimmy Zai."

Oriental Ma pointed to the pimp in front of him, who had a docile face and was wearing a Zhongshan suit, and introduced him.

Hearing this name, Chen Jiajun suddenly raised his head to look at the person who had arrived.

Isn't this the underworld powerhouse who would later change the entire situation of Wo Shing, establish Wo Shing's future status as the largest society in Hong Kong, pioneer the dual-Headman system, stir up countless waves in both Hong Kong and Macau, and lead to black-gold politics—Jimmy Zai, Li Jiayuan?

Chen Jiajun naturally knew that Jimmy Zai and Oriental Ma had an inextricable relationship; he just didn't expect them to be acquainted as early as the eighties.

After Jimmy Zai became the youngest Headman of Wo Shing, he used his business acumen to make a lot of money. At that time, Commissioner Shi hoped he would continue to be the Headman of Wo Shing, and both sides valued harmony...

Jimmy Zai then came up with a plan to shed his skin like a cicada.

What kind of plan to shed his skin like a cicada?

When he stepped down, he deemed the new Headman unqualified, refused to hand over Wo Shing's accounts, and strongly advocated for the society to adopt a dual-Headman system, for fear that the society would have no one in charge after being "cared for" by the police again.

In addition, Jimmy Zai also extended the term of the Headman, becoming the only independent Headman in Wo Shing's hundred-year history to serve a full three years.

Later, with the support of Oriental Ma and a group of wealthy tycoons, Jimmy Zai went to Macau to open a Gambling Hall. Because the accounts in the Gambling Hall were unclear, he was issued an underworld kill order by Oriental Ma.

"What, A Jun, do you know Jimmy Zai?" Seeing the look of surprise on Chen Jiajun's face, Ma Chengkun asked.

"I don't know him, but any youngster who can be appreciated by you, Oriental Ma, is definitely not simple.

Come, this is my business card."

As Chen Jiajun spoke, he extended two fingers. Ya Qi took out Big Brother's briefcase, placed the business card in Big Brother's hand, and Chen Jiajun tossed it onto the table.

"Mr. Chen, thank you for your kindness, I'll toast you. Kun Ge, come."

Jimmy Zai opened a bottle of whiskey and hurriedly came up to toast, taking the opportunity to put the business card away calmly.

"Alright, Jimmy Zai, you go down and get busy first. I have some things to discuss with Mr. Chen."

After drinking a glass, Ma Chengkun waved his hand to dismiss Jimmy Zai.

After Jimmy Zai left, a group of girls from Taiwan were already by the two men's sides to serve them.

After three rounds of drinks, Ma Chengkun clicked his tongue, took off his glasses, rubbed his face, and said: "A Jun, you should know what our Ma Family started out doing, right?"

"The legend of the Ma Family's powder business, no one in the underworld doesn't know, no one doesn't understand."

Chen Jiajun knew that since Oriental Ma invited him to drink today, there must be an important matter to discuss.

"I'm a person who has nothing else, just filial piety. My old man has already been in Taiwan for several years. At an age when he should have children and grandchildren around his knees, he has been hiding his name in Taiwan all this time."

As Oriental Ma spoke, he handed Chen Jiajun a cigar.

After lighting the cigar, Oriental Ma said in a deep voice: "I received news from Chen Ning Street in England that the future Headman of Hong Kong is Diplomatic Secretary Youde. I heard that Youde is very familiar with you. I want you to help me introduce him to me. I am prepared to bribe the Gweilo; even if it means letting my old man sit in jail for a few years, I think it is worth it."

"I advise you not to think too much; with a major smuggling case involving 700 tons of Laundry Powder, even if he returns to Hong Kong, he will have to spend his whole life in prison."

Chen Jiajun shook his head, unwilling to help with this favor.

"Bastard," Oriental Ma cursed angrily, "I knew you would say that. I've been helping you attack the Sun Yee and Zhang Renlong in the Oriental Daily News lately, and Lin Jiang, the grand manager of the Sun Yee, has been warning me constantly. You won't even help with this small favor."

Chen Jiajun laughed and said, "Help you my ass. Those who live by the sword must pay the price; don't be insatiable."

"Lin Xishen of the Lin family was powerful, wasn't he? In the end, wasn't he assassinated? The fact that your old man can live in seclusion in Taiwan now is already a good ending."

"As for the Sun Yee, if they dare to come to your door and threaten you, call me anytime."

Seeing this, Oriental Ma could only shake his head, his face full of helplessness.

"Gulp."

Chen Jiajun picked up his glass and finished the whiskey in one breath, "Don't worry, I have always been fair in how I do things; I know clearly who is helping me. To be honest, if you weren't my friend, I would have already sent people to track down the whereabouts of your father and uncle to extort a fortune from them."

Oriental Ma shrank his neck.

Chen Jiajun let out a laugh, stood up, and left the place.

"Take care, Mr. Chen."

"Welcome back anytime, Boss Chen."

Amidst the welcome of a group of Taiwanese hostesses from the Wo Shing night club, the Porsche 911 SCRS let out a roar and left Portland Street.

(End of this chapter)