Chapter 210: I'm Going to Step on the Moon!

"Where would there be 5,000 dollars?"

A man with a face full of stubble ran out from the room; the sleep crust in the corners of his eyes hadn't even been wiped clean, so he was likely sleeping before.

Principal Wang leaned into Chen Jiajun's ear and said, "He is Wen Biyu's father, from the Number Gang. This man is a degenerate gambler and loves to drink; you must absolutely not hand the money to him."

Chen Jiajun just happened to like people with such fatal flaws, so he smiled at Wen Fu and said, "Hello, Mr. Wen, I am the boss of a film company. I want to groom your daughter to be a movie star. She will attend classes at our company's training program every month, and the subsidy alone is 1,000. Here is 5,000."

"There really is 5,000 dollars?"

Wen Fu's eyes lit up, and then he spread his hands and said, "Boss, I am her father; the money she earns is mine."

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "No rush, let's sign this contract first. This contract must be signed by Biyu's guardian."

"I'll sign it."

Wen Fu said impatiently, and without even looking at the contract terms, he grabbed a pen and signed his big name in the spot Chen Jiajun designated.

Seeing the performance of Wen Biyu's father, Chen Jiajun put away the contract with satisfaction, but did not give him the money: "Mr. Wen, I think Biyu has great potential. If she is groomed, she will definitely become famous."

"After she becomes famous, let alone 5,000 dollars, she can even earn 50,000 dollars a year. I wonder if you can trust me?"

Once Wen Fu heard his daughter could earn 50,000 dollars a year, he nodded repeatedly and said, "I trust you, I trust you."

It wasn't just Wen Fu; even Wen Biyu herself had stars in her eyes at this moment.

Chen Jiajun took out another contract and said, "This is a management contract. As long as this contract is signed, my company will carefully groom and promote your daughter."

Wen Biyu's father didn't even look at it, and *swish swish swish*, he signed a contract that could be called a deed of indenture for Wen Biyu...

The contract term is ten years; leaving the job requires paying the company 1 million in compensation.

After the contract expires, Yicheng, or rather Hongxing Film, enjoys the right of first refusal for renewal.

In other words, if Wen Biyu has no films to shoot while at the company, she only gets 1,000 dollars a month.

Wen Biyu's parents now don't understand the law, and Wen Biyu understands it even less; how could Chen Jiajun miss such a golden opportunity?

After putting away the two contracts, Chen Jiajun took the 5,000 dollars out of his bag, divided it into three portions, and said, "Of this 5,000 dollars, 1,000 is for Wen Biyu to show filial piety to you, another 3,000 is for the mother to subsidize household expenses, and the final 1,000 is for her own private pocket money."

"No."

Wen Fu, Wen Mu, and Wen Biyu objected at the same time.

Wen Fu said, "Biyu is so young and doesn't know any better. Having too much money will only cause trouble; give all the money to me."

Wen Mu said, "Give it to you so you can go lose it again? There isn't a single cent left in the house; I need to use this money for household expenses."

Wen Biyu then said, "This money is all earned by me, so I have the final say. I want 1,000 dollars for myself, and the other 4,000 dollars goes to Mom."

Chen Jiajun shrugged his shoulders, distributed it according to Wen Biyu's request, and then walked in front of Wen Fu and said, "Mr. Wen, your daughter will definitely be a big star in the future; 100,000 or 300,000 will be obtainable. There is no need for you to sour your relationship with your daughter over 1,000 dollars right now."

Wen Fu thought about it and realized he was right, but seeing the money in his wife's hands, he got jealous again: "Give me 100 dollars first."

Seeing that he wasn't making a scene anymore, Wen Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief and split 100 dollars for her husband.

"Fuck your mother, Wen Laosi, when are you planning to pay back the debt you owe our company?"

Just when everyone thought it was a happy ending, a middle-aged gangster wearing a floral shirt and a black coat, with a toothpick in his mouth, walked over in a slouching manner with two Majai.

Wen Fu's expression changed drastically the moment he saw the person who arrived: "Bo Ge, didn't we agree last time to extend it for a few days?"

Datian Er and Laohu Zai saw the person who arrived and hurriedly blocked in front of Chen Jiajun, fearing that this group of blind gangsters would collide with Big Brother.

"Extend for a few days? Heh, extend your mother's... Yo, so you've got money now?"

The moment the gangster named Bo Ge saw the 4,000 dollars on Wen Mu, he reached out directly, wanting to snatch it away.

"Help!"

The money hadn't even warmed up in her hands; how could Wen Mu be willing to give it up? She immediately wailed and clutched the lifeline in her hands tightly.

Seeing this, Principal Wang hurriedly stood up: "Hey, don't mess around! I'm calling the police!"

"Paying debts is only natural. You must be that stinky intellectual surnamed Wang from Tiaojingling Zhongxue, right? Don't meddle in other people's business, or I'll beat you up too."

The more Wen Mu struggled, the more excited Bo Ge became. He kicked Wen Mu: "Hand it over to me, you!"

"Ouch."

"Murder!"

Wen Mu let out a miserable scream. Wen Biyu hurriedly went over to support her mother, looking at Bo Ge and Wen Fu with hateful eyes.

As for Wen Fu, the father, he stood where he was without any resistance at all, cowardly to the extreme.

"Fuck your mother, only 4,000."

Bo Ge counted it once and slapped Wen Fu across the face.

"Bo Ge, give me a little more time. My daughter has another 1,000 dollars here; I'll go win it back tonight."

As a gambling addict, Wen Fu actually set his sights on Wen Biyu's 1,000 dollars.

Every gambling addict, once they have money in hand, the first thing they think of is not paying back debts, but winning it back.

"Fuck your mother, do you think I'm an idiot?"

Bo Ge slapped Wen Fu across the face again. Seeing Wen Biyu, his eyes lit up and he said, "Fuck your mother, your daughter is getting prettier and prettier. How about this, let your daughter go to the brothel to sell her body to pay off the debt. I won't press you for the debt anymore."

After speaking, Bo Ge stepped forward to grab Wen Biyu's hand.

"Enough," Chen Jiajun barked.

He stood up and pushed aside Datian Er and Laohu Zai who were blocking in front of him.

Not far away, the gunman hidden in the shadows protecting Big Brother slowly tucked his hand into his pocket.

It is impossible for Big Brother to go out without bodyguards, but unless necessary, Chen Jiajun does not like to be surrounded by people.

"Yo, may I ask which path you walk? You look quite familiar..."

Bo Ge looked at Chen Jiajun in a slouching manner, then his pupils suddenly constricted and his whole body began to tremble: "Boss Chen, I'm sorry. I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai."

Clearly, Bo Ge had recognized the true identity of Dalao Jun.

"Which gang are you from?" Chen Jiajun asked with a cold snort.

"Lao... Laoxin, I'm with Doufu Ge, an Old 49," Bo Ge said, sweating profusely.

Datian Er explained beside his boss: "Ada, Doufu is the Zha FIT Ren for Sun Yee On in Kwun Tong."

"From Sun Yee On? Kneel down, come here."

Chen Jiajun's voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dalao Jun."

Sensing the murderous aura in Chen Jiajun's words, Bo Ge hurriedly knocked his head against the ground, and the two Majai behind him also knelt down in a hurry.

The change happened in an instant; Wen Biyu looked at Chen Jiajun with slightly dazed eyes. The Dragon Head of Hung Hing, her idol's surname was Chen, Boss Chen's surname was also Chen, Boss Chen was a film company boss, and Dalao Jun was also a film company boss.

The face before her slowly overlapped with the person in the newspapers, and she let out a gasp: "Ah."

At this very moment, Wen Biyu was both pleasantly surprised and shocked.

"BOOM, BOOM."

"Dalao Jun, I was wrong, I was wrong. I'm just a dog, please just let me go like a fart."

Bo Ge's head knocked loudly against the floor, and he crawled forward on all fours.

Datian Er kicked him over onto the ground.

Bo Ge hurriedly flipped over, continuing to act like a dog.

"You certainly know how to act like a dog." A cold sneer curled the corners of Chen Jiajun's mouth.

"Woof woof, Dalao Jun." Bo Ge lay on the ground and barked twice more.

"Come here." Chen Jiajun put on his gloves in a leisurely manner and ordered.

"Woof woof." Bo Ge crawled forward.

"Slap."

"If I find out you come to harass this family again, I will have someone seal you directly into a cement drum."

"Get lost." Chen Jiajun slapped Bo Ge across the face.

"Thank you, Dalao Jun."

Bo Ge put on a look of deep gratitude, hurriedly stood up, and without another word, took his two Majai and scrambled away.

Chen Jiajun picked up the four thousand dollars from the floor, placed it in Wen Mu's hand, and looking at her stiff expression, smiled: "Alright, the money is accepted now. Wen Biyu, go pack your luggage, the company will find a school for you."

"Also, Wen Fu, Wen Mu, I'll state the ugly truth first: the company will package Wen Biyu as a student. Under no circumstances are you allowed to harass her. Without my permission, you are strictly forbidden from initiating contact with her. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, yes."

Only then did Wen Fu and Wen Mu realize what kind of background this man before them had.

Once in the Mercedes, Wen Biyu watched the scenery behind the car window drift further and further away, then looked at the luxurious Mercedes-Benz, feeling for the first time a strong sense that she no longer belonged there.

Not until they reached the Kwun Tong highway and the road was no longer bumpy did Chen Jiajun point at Datian Er and say to Wen Biyu: "Your sworn Big Brother is Datian Er? Then do you know who he is?"

Datian Er turned his head and said with a soft laugh: "I am Datian Er."

"Brother Jun, I was just joking." The young girl trembled for the first time facing her idol.

Chen Jiajun smiled and shook his head: "The name Wen Biyu is too common; it will be hard to become famous later. How about I change your stage name?"

"I will listen to whatever Brother Jun says. Whatever you say it should be, it will be."

Wen Biyu brushed back her hair and raised her head obediently, her eyes misty and charming, extremely soft and alluring.

The girl, just turned sixteen, already possessed the capital to bewitch the world.

A little enchantress.

Fearing Wen Biyu might have a phobia of large objects, Chen Jiajun crossed his legs and said: "From now on, you shall be called Wen Bixia."

Returning to the Guojun Building in Wanchai, Chen Jiajun called Ceng Ziwei over and pointed at Wen Bixia: "She is Wen Biyu, now renamed Wen Bixia."

"Have the company's artist image management team take her to buy some clothes, hire a fitness instructor to manage her figure, and arrange acting and etiquette classes for her... Also, transfer her school records to Guojun Academy and have Guojun Academy send people to tutor her privately."

"Understood." Ceng Ziwei looked at Wen Bixia and immediately understood that this girl born in the Tiaojingling slums was about to leap to the heavens.

"Miss Wen, just call me A Wei or Brother Wei. Please come with me, I will arrange your accommodation."

Hung Hing Film had many signed artists, so the company rented a building nearby to serve as an artist dormitory.

The girl stood up and looked at Chen Jiajun: "Brother Jun, can I come to see you in the future?"

"Study hard, I will come to see you. This is my business card." Chen Jiajun tossed a card over.

After the two left, Huang Baiming walked into the office and asked: "Mr. Chen, should I notify Miss Zhao Yazhi to come for an audition for 【Papa, Can You Hear Me Sing】?"

"Her husband keeps a tight leash on her, don't contact her for now. Rest assured, I will get the female lead for you before the new year."

While Dalao Jun was pondering how to poach someone here, the next day, at Fanling Yanglaoyuan.

Fanling Yanglaoyuan had always been the headquarters of Wo Shing Shing. Due to their advanced age, the vast majority of this group did not have much power, usually relying on the Majai below to provide for them.

Today was destined to be a day of great attention, very important for Wo Shing Shing.

After two years, the old Headman Chuiji was about to retire, and the new Headman would be elected today.

Upon learning this, the police were also on high alert, dispatching a large number of personnel to keep a constant watch on every move of Wo Shing Shing.

As long as there was any disturbance or any accident, they would be the first to know.

The walls on both sides were covered with black-and-white photographs; these were the photos of the deceased Headmen of Wo Shing Shing, having weathered the vicissitudes of time.

The Elder-level figures of Wo Shing Shing, including Deng Bo, had gathered here early.

"Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. The scene of electing Chuiji as Headman two years ago feels like it was just yesterday."

"Everyone should be very clear about what we are doing at today's meeting. If anyone has any thoughts, please speak them out."

As he spoke, Deng Bo reached out to pick up the teapot and began brewing tea with a leisurely expression.

The room fell into silence for a moment; no one expressed an opinion.

"Since no one is speaking, I will go first," Shuai Gou said: "A Le is the most thoughtful toward us Uncles. Last time, he was the first to come to the Police Station to bail us out, and he even spent quite a lot of money."

Leng Lao said disdainfully: "It was him who asked Huoniu to come and ask us to help him. If he didn't spend the money, are you saying we should have paid it?"

Shuangfan Dong puffed on his briarwood pipe: "The current Headman Chuiji is from Wanchai; logically and reasonably, it is Jordan's turn now, and A Le would be very suitable to be Headman."

"Why not Tsuen Wan?" Leng Lao retorted: "Tsuen Wan Dragon Head for Luen Wo Shing, Tuen Mun Ching Yee Sik for Hung Hing, Shatin One Pole Flag for Sun Yee On; everyone has seen Da D's achievements, and he even planted his flag in Shatin last month. He is the most suitable!"

"Hmph, his group of subordinates is the most troublesome." Lao Gui En waved his hand and snorted coldly: "Last time on Qingshan Dao, Que Zi was beaten up by his people for no reason. Da D said those who don't know are not guilty and just let it go. Da D does not handle things fairly."

"Lao Gui En, if a gangster doesn't cause trouble, they might as well go into legitimate business. It was Que Zi who was an idiot for not announcing his name when he got beaten." Chuan Bao said disdainfully: "What does that have to do with Da D? I have decided to support Da D, what about you?"

After speaking, he looked at Shuangfan Dong.

Shuangfan Dong took a deep puff of his pipe and said: "Still considering."

"Damn! Mao Dun?" Chuan Bao looked at Mao Dun.

Mao Dun pushed up his glasses and said: "Da D has Da D's merits, and A Le has A Le's merits."

"That's as good as saying nothing, isn't it?" Chuan Bao asked back.

Mao Dun thought for a moment and said: "Then let's go with Da D."

"A Le truly works for Uncle, he said he would break into Tsim Sha Tsui." Lao Gui En said.

Chuan Bao said with a look of disdain: "Everyone says they work for Uncle! Do you expect them to say they work for themselves?"

"Step into Tsim Sha Tsui? It only counts if you actually step in!"

"I could even say I'll lead you all to conquer the moon!"

"Hey! Chuan Bao! How much money did you take from Da D? Why are you pushing people with every sentence?"

Lao Gui En loudly rebuked Chuan Bao, who had been canvassing for Da D.

"What did you say?" Chuan Bao sat up straight, glared at Lao Gui En, and immediately responded.

"You know it in your heart." Lao Gui En said unceremoniously.

"Know your mother." Chuan Bao spat out profanities.

"Say one more word?" The gray-haired Lao Gui En was not the least bit afraid of the younger Chuan Bao.

The two elders began to bicker back and forth in front of everyone.

After all, they were born as gangsters; getting into a fight at the slightest disagreement is the eternal theme of gangsters, and even in old age, their nature is hard to change.

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly tense, Deng Bo, who had been brewing kung fu tea, smiled and reached out his hand:

"Please, have some tea."

"Please."

As soon as Deng Bo spoke, Chuan Bao and Lao Gui En immediately stopped their verbal assault.

His authority in Luen Wo Shing can be imagined.

The group of elders also stood up one after another, stepped forward, picked up their teacups, and tasted the tea.

(End of this chapter)