Chapter 220: Having Guts to Negotiate

Chen Family Manor.

Guan Jiahui was stuffing clothes into a suitcase, muttering to Lu Yongyu:

"What on earth is my husband up to? Sending us on a luxury cruise for no reason—has he run into some kind of trouble? If he stays in Hong Kong, won't he be in even greater danger?"

"Once you all board the ship, I will leave too, don't worry."

Chen Jiajun walked in from outside, followed by Bai Lu in a white dress, Dumu, Lao Yu, Ya Qi, Tian Yangsheng, and others. Chen Jiajun handed the leather suitcase in his hand to Guan Jiahui and said:

"Here, there is 1 million US dollars in the case. Have a good time out there. Tian Yang'en, Bai Lu, and a few other brothers will accompany you. If you encounter any trouble while you're away, Bai Lu and the others will handle it."

Lu Yongyu took a watch box out of her bag and looked at her man: "We sisters had this Patek Philippe custom-made for you. We originally wanted to give it to you on your birthday, but now it seems there isn't enough time..."

"Snap."

Chen Jiajun opened the watch box to find a brand-new Patek Philippe REF. 2499P, currently the King of Watches of Patek Philippe, and a platinum model at that, making it even more precious.

"I like it very much." Chen Jiajun hugged Lu Yongyu.

"Don't be too impulsive about whatever is going on; discuss it with my father and Fa Shu and the others." Lu Yongyu didn't say much more.

"Don't worry, go out and clear your minds first. Wait for my call; only when I personally tell you to return should you come back to Hong Kong. Besides, what could possibly happen to me? Dumu, Lao Yu, and the others will all be protecting me closely."

Chen Jiajun said to them.

After only a few people were left in the villa, Dumu spoke up: "Big Brother, isn't it just Feilao Li? Why not just have that scum Lao Yu take him out?"

"It's not that simple... Over the past two years, we've taken down too many drug dealers, and the market in Hong Kong has been completely disrupted by us. Tung Sing and the Number Gang have been lukewarm these past few years, but they've been making a killing behind the scenes.

Last time Feilao Li bit me, we pulled his newspapers from the shelves, and he neither called me nor sent anyone to pass a message... It's not that simple."

Chen Jiajun said gravely.

Feilao Li was far from as simple as he appeared in the movies, because this was Ahong Kong comprehensive world fused with reality.

There was only one Feilao Li in Hong Kong.

After leaving Hongxing, he joined the Number Gang not long after and established three major companies: Zuo X Nu Apparel, Tianlong Company, and Banana Press.

Zuo X Nu Apparel was his high-end clothing brand; although it didn't sell well, Feilao Li had come out of Hongxing after all, and he learned from Chen Jiajun to make A-Goods.

Tianlong Company dealt in pirated Japanese manga; although it wasn't as well-known as local Hong Kong manga companies, its profits were much thicker than theirs.

After all, there was no need to pay the authors' royalties. Aside from printing, the most expensive monthly expense was the four round-trip air tickets to Japan to buy up all the latest manga chapters in Tokyo as soon as they hit the shelves, then arranging for company translators to finish the translation quickly, print them, and put them on the market.

Banana Press was what Feilao Li was best at. He knew exactly what Hong Kong citizens wanted to see. In recent years, he had been frantically tearing into the scandals of celebrities everywhere, and whether the news was true or false, he had his editors write it all down.

Hyping up scandals and gossip was a win-win for the newspaper industry.

After Feilao Li left Hongxing, he hired a Queen's Counsel named Lv Qinghong for himself.

The so-called Queen's Counsel was a title for senior barristers in Commonwealth countries.

The England royal family had two opportunities each year to confer the title of Queen's Counsel upon senior barristers in Commonwealth countries. Queen's Counsel received special treatment in court, such as being able to wear specially designed silk barrister robes and having a dedicated dressing room.

Lv Qinghong was very well-known in Hong Kong and was proficient in commercial law. Many merchants and celebrities in the city were his clients. He had been called the highest-paid barrister in Hong Kong by newspapers many times, with a daily fee of 500,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is why he was jokingly called the Golden Tooth Barrister.

Therefore, when small celebrities with no power were bitten by Banana Daily, even if it was fake news, they would shy away when faced with Banana Daily's massive legal team.

When powerful celebrities were bitten, even if Banana Daily lost the lawsuit, the skyrocketing sales from hyping the scandal were enough to make Banana Daily a fortune.

Besides that, Feilao Li also imitated the White Horse and Golden Horse of the Money Empire to run underground Mark Six lotteries.

Furthermore, he collaborated with several factions of the Number Gang and the Tung Sing Five Tigers to sell drugs, ice, pills, and various contraband in Kowloon, making a killing.

Even some addicts in Hong Kong Island often bought from their drug-running Majai. The reason was that Hong Kong Island was now under the actual control of Hongxing, so the addicts couldn't buy goods and naturally had to go to Kowloon to buy them.

The current Feilao Li had transformed into the Big Water Pipe recognized by the Number Gang, "Uncle Biao," whose real name was Li Biao.

Chen Jiajun and Feilao Li didn't actually have any real grievances; it was nothing more than Feilao Li's Banana Daily once publishing the news of Jiang Tiansheng's death, for which Chen Jiajun slapped him.

Feilao Li suddenly biting him during the Zhao Yazhi scandal, pointing out his true identity as the Hongxing Dragon Head, had a purpose and hidden meaning that was somewhat intriguing.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hello, who is this?" Chen Jiajun answered the phone.

"Dalao Jun, it's me, Li Pangzi."

Feilao Li on the other end of the receiver was all smiles and very amiable.

But note that Feilao Li addressed him as Dalao Jun. The current Chen Jiajun was a Sir, and most people called him Sir Chen; those with a bit of status would call him Mr. Chen, but Feilao Li called him Dalao Jun.

Clearly, Feilao Li placed his own status and position on the same level as Chen Jiajun's.

"Oh, Ma Smoke Li, what wind blew you over here? What's the matter with calling me?"

Chen Jiajun propped up his feet, struck a relaxed pose, and spoke in a flat tone.

Ma Smoke Li was another nickname for Feilao Li, because Feilao Li liked to smoke Ma Smoke.

"Haha, Dalao Jun, we had some misunderstandings a few days ago, and the bus stops also pulled my 【Banana Daily】 and 【Nine Weekly】 from the shelves...

But don't worry, I won't hold a grudge against you; after all, you were my Big Brother before. I've already investigated this matter; it was an editor under our Banana Press who didn't know any better and wrote nonsense.

Can you do me the honor tonight? I've booked You Guqi Restaurant and set up a banquet to apologize to you. I've invited Uncle Deng of Wo Shing Shing, Uncle Luo of Tung Sing, Shen Ye of Wo Hing Shing, and several old veterans of the underworld to act as peacemakers."

Feilao Li's tone was grand; booking a restaurant and inviting old underworld veterans—anyone who didn't know better would think he was showing off his strength.

"You've got heart. You Guqi, right? I'll be there. Mm-hmm... See you later."

In the brilliantly decorated study on the second floor of No. 81 Kadoorie Avenue, Kadoorie Hill, Kowloon, Feilao Li said this into the receiver and hung up the phone.

Kadoorie Hill began development in the 1930s, when the Kadoorie Family bought acres of land there.

There were two main roads, one named Kadoorie Avenue and the other Braga Circuit, both named after Gweilo.

This Jewish Gweilo family, the Kadoories, was clearly more well-known in Hong Kong. Chinese newspapers once called this family: "Three generations, four Sirs, with industries spanning all of Kowloon."

Braga was a native of Puguo who once served as a member of the Legislative Council. Kadoorie being able to buy Kadoorie Hill was precisely the result of his efforts during his time as a legislator.

Kadoorie Avenue mostly consisted of detached Western-style houses, equipped with perimeter walls and large gates, with tight security and a high degree of privacy.

The mansions on Braga Circuit were mainly 3-story stratified units, surrounded by shade trees.

Today, the total number of these detached Western-style villas on Kadoorie Hill was one hundred and twenty-four, with the Kadoorie Family holding eighty-six of them, and fewer than forty had been sold.

It wasn't that there was no interest; on the contrary, many tycoons, high-ranking officials, and famous celebrities took pride in moving here. The reason only fewer than forty were sold was that the Kadoorie Family didn't lack capital for turnover, so the mansions under their name were only for long-term lease, not for sale.

As for Number 81, that is Li Biao's mansion. For others, such a mansion might be hard to come by, but for him, it did not take much effort. The only son of the original owner met him, accidentally picked up a bad habit, and the debts he accumulated over a few years made Li Biao the owner of this mansion.

The three-story main building, the streamlined smooth walls, the lighthouse-like cylindrical foyer, the porthole-like windows, the gilded iron gate, and the anti-theft wire mesh arranged on the high walls all serve to remind passersby of just how immense the power and wealth of the owner of this mansion must be in Hong Kong, where every inch of land is worth an inch of gold.

After Feilao Li hung up the phone, he took a silver cigarette case from the table, took out some Ma Smoke, placed it on rolling paper, then licked the paper with his saliva and rolled a thin, long Ma Smoke cigarette.

"Uncle Biao, the car is ready."

On the side, Feilao Li's top Majai Lin Qinghui took out a lighter and lit it for Feilao Li.

Feilao Li took a deep drag, and the muscles on his face finally stopped trembling: "I know."

That night.

Kowloon, You Guqi Restaurant.

One luxury car after another slowly pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant.

The brands ranged from Mercedes-Benz and BMW to Chevrolet and Cadillac, and there were even ultra-luxury brands like Bentley, Ferrari, and Lamborghini.

And those who stepped out of the cars were all unruly, with various hairstyles, and carried a heavy air of the underworld.

"Le Ge."

"A Le."

At this moment, a brand-new British luxury car brand—a Jaguar—slowly pulled to a stop. The leaping jaguar on the hood highlighted the extraordinary status of the owner. The new Headman of Wo Shing, Lin Huaile; the Second Route Marshal and Tsuen Wan Hall Master, Da D; and the Supreme Emperor of Wo Shing, Deng Bo, stepped out of the car one after another.

Not far away.

"Brother Deng, Young Master Le."

Tung Sing Dragon Head Luotuo, Thunder Tiger Lei Yaoyang, and Xiashanhu Xu Tianxiong stopped in their tracks upon hearing the voice.

This scene immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the many underworld toughs on the street.

"Hey, who do you think is more impressive, the Tung Sing Five Tigers or Wo Shing's Young Master Le and Da D?"

"That's a stupid question; Young Master Le is the current Headman of Wo Shing."

"Screw that, Young Master Le is going to retire in two years anyway."

"If you ask me, of course Yaoyang and Wuya are more impressive. Yaoyang sells ice and powder; he's making money hand over fist."

"Yaoyang is more impressive; he's already driving a Lamborghini."

"Pfft, do you think Brother Da D from Tsuen Wan can't afford a Lamborghini? The Tsuen Wan Wo Shing is a powerhouse."

"Damn it, so what if the territory is big? The territory belongs to the Hong Kong government anyway."

Hearing these discussions, the two groups from Wo Shing and Tung Sing met up and greeted each other, but instead of entering the restaurant, they just stood at the entrance, enjoying the adulation of the crowd.

Just then, a magnificent motorcade of Mercedes-Benz cars suppressed the aura of all the other vehicles. Seeing this motorcade, the underworld toughs at the entrance even lowered their voices, silent as cicadas.

There was no other reason.

That 6.2-meter-long Mercedes-Benz Pullman bulletproof car was the iconic vehicle of Hongxing Mad Dragon Dalao Jun.

When the motorcade pulled over to the side of the road, the two-meter-three-tall muscle tank, Dumu, and the muscular Lao Yu were the first to step out of the car.

Dumu opened the car door and made a gesture of invitation. Hongxing Dalao Jun stepped out with his left foot, and then his entire person appeared before everyone.

At the same time, Hell Knights with an average height of about 1.9 meters stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz cars, wearing wired headsets. Their sunglasses blocked their murky gazes, but could not block their sky-high killing intent.

"Mr. Chen."

"Mr. Chen."

The three from Wo Shing and the three from Tung Sing, who had been posturing at the entrance, immediately greeted the newcomer.

"Deng Bo."

"A Le."

Chen Jiajun smiled and nodded slightly to them, acknowledging the greeting, then stepped into You Guqi Restaurant first. Deng Bo and Luotuo stopped their mutual flattery and followed behind Chen Jiajun.

At this time, the second floor of the restaurant had been booked by Feilao Li. The large venue was set with only one table, but those who could sit at this occasion today were all famous figures in the underworld.

Feilao Li stood up with his top Majai Lin Qinghui and walked over with several high-ranking members of the 14K: "Dalao Jun, it's been a while, you're looking even more impressive than before. I heard your industrial base in Pengcheng is about to start construction? Your career is on the right track now. When you have time, move around more with us underworld people; we are all people of the underworld, after all."

"Hahaha, Li Pangzi, your news is quite well-informed. I also want to stop and take a good rest, but the problem is, reality doesn't allow it." Chen Jiajun pointed at Li Pangzi.

"Please sit."

Li Pangzi made a gesture of invitation.

"Please."

Chen Jiajun naturally took the main seat at the center table, with Dumu and Lao Yu standing behind him.

A waitress in a qipao poured a glass of red wine for Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said thank you.

Feilao Li picked up his wine glass and said: "Regardless, thank you for giving me the face to come."

"You're too polite." Chen Jiajun moistened his lips and put down the glass.

Feilao Li smoked his Ma Smoke and said: "Dalao Jun, I definitely did not hype up the scandal between you and Miss Zhao and the others; those things were done by the editors at Banana Press. Look, whether it's a society or a company, it's inevitable that the people below don't know the rules..."

"Oh?"

Chen Jiajun smiled indifferently and said: "It's already been a week since the incident; I had long forgotten about it."

The meaning was clear.

Chen Jiajun did not believe it.

The whole thing revealed a conspiracy from beginning to end.

Chen Jiajun's words immediately left Feilao Li speechless. Feilao Li's expression froze for a moment, then he immediately put on a smile, raised his glass, and showed his composure: "The ignorant are not guilty; I will apologize to you with this glass of wine."

After speaking, Feilao Li drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, sat down, and clapped his hands: "Drag the person up here for me."

"Don't play dead."

"Get over here."

His top Majai Lin Qinghui and several Majai immediately dragged a sack into the hall. They opened the sack, and a young man with a face full of blood and filth appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Dalao Jun, this is the editor who wrote the article, Guo Zhiwei. A-Wei, take a good look, he is Hung Hing's Dalao Jun. He was also my former boss. If you are so blind, don't blame me for not being able to protect you."

Feilao Li stood up, dragged him to the table like a dead dog, and after finishing his sentence, a flash of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes as he picked up a Machete and chopped off Guo Zhiwei's right hand in one clean stroke.

"Swish."

Fresh blood splattered everywhere.

It splashed onto Feilao Li's fleshy face, and the scholar-looking editor immediately screamed in agony.

"Drag him away," Feilao Li barked, taking a tissue handed to him by Lin Qinghui.

"Yes."

One Majai picked up the severed hand, while two others dragged Guo Zhiwei outside.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Jiajun simply held his wine glass, gently swirling it, his face devoid of any expression.

Feilao Li wiped the blood from his face, bared his white teeth, and said, "Dalao Jun, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, how could I not be satisfied?" Chen Jiajun's magnetic voice rang out.

Feilao Li sat down and said, "Then..."

"However, I still want you to tell me, who told you to bite me? Based on you alone, Feilao Li, I suspect that even if I gave you ten thousand guts, you wouldn't dare."

Before Feilao Li could finish his sentence, Chen Jiajun spoke up immediately.

Suddenly, a look of struggle appeared on Feilao Li's face, and he began to smoke his Ma Smoke more and more fiercely.

(End of this chapter)