Chapter 229: The Mysterious Mastermind Behind the Scenes

At the same time.

A high-end restaurant in Central Lan Kwai Fong.

Jing Kun and Dumu were hosting Hong Jingbao and Cheng Long from Golden Harvest.

Dumu raised his wine glass and said straight to the point, "You are both superstars in the entertainment industry; surely you have been harassed by media gossip before."

"My Big Brother has established the Hong Kong Performing Artistes Guild, and we are now formally inviting you, A Bao, to become the President of the Guild, and A Long to become the Vice Chairman..."

"Furthermore, from now on, whenever you are harassed by triads, you will also be protected by the Guild."

"Whether you join or not now is up to you."

After Dumu finished speaking, Hong Jingbao hesitated for a moment, then immediately raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Brother Dumu and Kun Ge, for thinking highly of me."

After speaking, Hong Jingbao nudged Cheng Long's elbow.

Cheng Long also raised his glass and said, "Thank you for the appreciation."

"Very good, our Big Brother will not treat you unfairly." Dumu was quite satisfied with their attitude and patted Hong Jingbao and Cheng Long on the shoulders.

Leaving Lan Kwai Fong, Jing Kun and Dumu stepped into a Mercedes-Benz, and Jing Kun couldn't help but complain, "Didn't you find Feilao Li yesterday? Why didn't you finish him off on the spot?"

"Big Brother said that Feilao Li is just a pawn; there is a big shot behind him, a high-level Gweilo. Big Brother has set a trap this time, wanting to invite everyone in and then settle them all at once," Dumu explained with a smile.

Jing Kun took out a pack of Red Man and handed one to Dumu, saying, "Then wouldn't it be easier to just finish off everyone behind him? Save all that trouble."

"What if there are people behind the big shot behind Feilao Li?" Dumu's expression turned mysterious.

Jing Kun froze for a moment, feeling a chill run down his spine, and said, "How big of a big shot?"

"From what I know so far, it is definitely a heaven-shaking big shot," Dumu grinned.

At the Shangri-La Hotel, after Chen Jiajun finished his discussion with Lin Qingxia, he stepped out of the hotel entrance under the escort of his succubus slaves.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out of a top-of-the-line Mercedes parked by the road, and he called out to Chen Jiajun with a resonant voice, "Sir Chen, I am Lv Qinghong."

The expression on Chen Jiajun's face froze for a moment, then he smiled brilliantly and said, "Lawyer Lv, hello."

Lv Qinghong strode over and said, "Sir Chen, it is not easy to meet you. There are some misunderstandings between our two sides; shall we have a chat?"

"Misunderstandings? What misunderstandings?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Lv Qinghong smiled and said, "The sun is shining brightly today, why don't we go fishing at sea together? I have a big gift to present to Sir Chen, and I guarantee Sir Chen will be satisfied."

"Since you put it that way, Lawyer Lv, I am also curious about the gift you mentioned. Where shall we meet?" Chen Jiajun immediately agreed.

Ever since Feilao Li started biting at him, he had been very curious: who exactly were the big shots behind Feilao Li, Lv Qinghong, and Lv Mingzhu?

Behind the motives driving these actions, there was definitely a heaven-reaching conspiracy, or perhaps sufficient economic interests.

Otherwise, the losses would outweigh the gains.

Previously, he had multiple guesses: one was the Kunsha Group, the other was the CIA. Now, it was truly time to unveil the mystery.

Under the guidance of Lv Qinghong, the motorcade slowly pulled up to the Victoria Harbour Pier.

At this moment, a hundred-foot-long luxury yacht with an oyster-white hull was docked in front of them. Lv Qinghong's father—Hong Kong Legislative Council Legislator Lv Mingzhu, wearing a dark grey Zhongshan suit and biting on a briar pipe, was standing at the bow.

Feilao Li stood side-by-side with Lv Mingzhu.

"Sir Chen." Lv Mingzhu smiled, showing his teeth, when he saw Chen Jiajun.

"Dalao Jun." Feilao Li also greeted Chen Jiajun.

"Legislator Lv, I am a timid person. You don't mind if I bring a few bodyguards on board, do you?"

Chen Jiajun greeted the two and waved his hand.

"No matter." Lv Mingzhu smiled, clearly not afraid of the force Chen Jiajun possessed, which indicated he also had many bodyguards on the boat.

After boarding, the yacht slowly sailed out of Victoria Harbour.

Lv Mingzhu stepped forward and shook his hand, "Thank you for coming."

"I often see in the media that people praise Legislator Lv for being incorruptible; I didn't expect you to be hiding such a super-large yacht in private," Chen Jiajun smiled, implying something.

"It is just a small hundred-foot yacht. Sir Chen, you really should go to Ou Luoba or the United States. In front of those real yachts, mine is just a small toy. Please, follow me."

Under the guidance of Lv Mingzhu, Chen Jiajun arrived in the cabin. A strong white Gweilo with deep eye sockets and blonde hair stood up. Lv Mingzhu introduced, "This is Mr. Vincent, a former Navy SEALs Commander."

The Navy SEALs are one of the world's top ten Special Forces, established in 1962, officially known as the "United States Navy Sea, Air, and Land Teams."

As a long-standing ace unit of the U. S. military, every SEAL member is the elite of the elite.

"Vincent, this is the famous Emperor of Hong Kong, Sir Chen Jiajun."

"Sir Chen, I have long admired your name."

"Vincent, hello, hello."

Chen Jiajun looked at this refined-looking Gweilo, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and was linked to the Navy SEALs; it seemed he was likely one of the masterminds. He smiled very brilliantly.

After everyone was seated, Lv Mingzhu handed Chen Jiajun a cigar, and Lv Qinghong poured champagne for Chen Jiajun.

Lv Mingzhu sighed, "The Emperor of Kowloon, Hong Kong, is truly no exaggeration. I received news that you have already contacted Tianbo Law Firm. High, truly high. No wonder Li Pangzi couldn't outplay you."

"Legislator Lv, you didn't call me here just to talk about this, did you?"

Chen Jiajun lit his cigar and looked at Feilao Li, who was to the side.

Inside the yacht's cabin, there were now Vincent, Chen Jiajun, Lv Mingzhu, Lv Qinghong, and Feilao Li; besides them, there were the bodyguards from both sides.

Feilao Li sat in the most peripheral position, clearly having the least say.

"Of course not, but before we talk business, I would like to express our goodwill first."

Lv Mingzhu smiled and looked at Feilao Li, saying, "Feilao Li, tomorrow, sort out how much of your assets you have and compensate Sir Chen in full as an apology."

"You can't be serious, Legislator Lv?" Feilao Li, who had been fawning just a moment ago, was instantly stunned on the spot.

"Hmm?" The Gweilo Vincent sitting nearby made a heavy nasal sound.

A black Gweilo bodyguard suddenly drew his Handgun and, without any warning, launched an attack, directly blowing Feilao Li's head off.

Until the moment of his death, Feilao Li never imagined he would die here, and even less did he expect that the one who killed him was one of his own.

"Hmph, to be a dog, one must have the awareness of being a dog. The most pathetic thing about a person is failing to recognize their own role."

Blood and brains splattered across Legislative Councilor Lv Mingzhu's face; he showed no panic, instead wiping his face and snorting coldly.

Several bodyguards stepped forward and dragged Feilao Li's corpse out of the cabin.

Immediately after, Lv Mingzhu said, "Sir Chen, Lv Qinghong is Feilao Li's lawyer; he will compensate you for all the money in full. Please forgive our previous recklessness."

"Such great goodwill? It seems Legislator Lv, and this Mr. Vincent, must have a motive. I am all ears."

Accustomed to big scenes, Chen Jiajun remained calm and smiled.

"Let me converse with Sir Chen." At this moment, Vincent said this to Lv Mingzhu.

Lv Mingzhu nodded.

"Sir Chen, how is your English?" asked Vincent, the former Navy SEALs Commander.

"Conversational English is no problem," Chen Jiajun said, sipping his champagne.

Vincent nodded: "Very good, Sir Chen. I want to ask you a question: what do you think is the most profitable business in the world?"

Chen Jiajun rested his hands on the sofa and replied: "The most profitable businesses in the world are all written in the law."

"Good."

Vincent snapped his fingers: "I highly agree with your statement. Let me introduce myself: after retiring from the Navy SEALs, I was a high-level official in the US Navy Anti-Drug Task Force."

"Understood. Before doing business, you like to kill off your peers first. Since you couldn't eliminate me, you want to cooperate with me, right?"

Upon hearing Vincent's background, Chen Jiajun reacted immediately.

"That's right. I really appreciate your line about killing off peers before doing business. When we did business in South America, we would coordinate with local police beforehand to conduct drug sweeps. Once the threatening competitors in the market were dead, we would then sell our goods at a high price."

Vincent's face showed appreciation: "By the way, we must thank you first. It is precisely because you killed so many of our peers in the past few years that our current batch of goods is worth 2.5 billion US dollars."

"That is truly an astronomical figure, but why would you think I would cooperate with you?"

Chen Jiajun drained the champagne in his glass and said while smoking a cigar.

The figure of 2.5 billion really gave him a huge shock, and in US dollars at that.

Vincent gave Lv Mingzhu a look, and the latter brought over a folder: "According to the information we have collected, you owe HSBC a total of 9.5 billion Hong Kong dollars."

"The intelligence work is done well; I am indeed short on money," Chen Jiajun chuckled.

Vincent continued: "Although you didn't sell white powder or ice before, in reality, we are the same kind of people. You don't need to rush to deny this, or rather, let me make a long story short: we need you, or perhaps we don't need you."

"I understand what you mean. You want to say that even without me, your business can proceed smoothly. If I help, your business can be done more smoothly and sold faster."

Chen Jiajun took a few puffs of his cigar and said.

Vincent snapped his fingers again, "I like dealing with smart people. We lack a capable partner in Hong Kong, and you are our best candidate. We hope to sell this batch of goods to the entire Hong Kong; if Hong Kong cannot handle it, then sell it to the Mainland or Taiwan—these are your choices. In any case, you are the only Headman in Southeast Asia, and Lv Mingzhu will assist you from now on."

"On the official side, after you won the three management battles against the Hong Kong media, the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and Feilao Li's garment factory, plus your status as Sir Chen, I think even if the Governor wanted to move against you, he would have to weigh his own abilities."

"In private, you have tens of thousands of brothers who can die for you. When things are exposed, you can just find someone to take the fall."

"Moreover, Tuen Mun Pier is your property, and you possess the most efficient money-laundering channel in all of Hong Kong: Aoyu Group."

"This is also the reason we value you."

Chen Jiajun smiled and rested his feet on the table, saying arrogantly: "Your analysis is quite good."

"Next, I will wash my hands of the underworld and retire; the dirty business will be left to my brothers to manage."

"So, Vincent, give me a reason why I should choose you as my partner? There are so many overlords in the world—Colombia, Myanmar North—people from all over the world who want to cooperate with me could line up from Tuen Mun all the way to Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Very simple. First, Kunsha will not cooperate with you; Kunsha hates you to the bone. As for the rest, they lack official backgrounds."

Vincent leaned forward, looking meaningful.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "I don't want to become the second Feilao Li."

"No, no, no," Vincent shook his finger and said:

"You are different from Feilao Li. In Hong Kong, I dare say, even if the Flying Tigers took action, they might not be your match."

"Your intelligence work has actually reached this level?" Chen Jiajun rubbed his brow and narrowed his eyes.

Vincent said coldly: "Before choosing a partner, we investigate them thoroughly. That batch of weapons the US military lost in Yue Nan ended up in your hands, didn't it?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. You are the same, and the Hong Kong Political Department is the same, but that matter really wasn't done by me," Chen Jiajun said with a smile, shaking his head.

Vincent pondered for a moment and said: "Alright, let's not talk about that. In short, you are an evenly matched partner."

"We hope that we and you can cooperate long-term; both sides should value harmony."

When saying the last part, Vincent even threw in a bit of Cantonese.

"I accept your explanation to some extent. But besides that, what else can you bring me?" Chen Jiajun flicked the ash from his cigarette and looked at Vincent, like a greedy person.

"Very good. In our line of work, one must be greedy enough; greed is the pace that drives humanity forward."

"How about this: to show our sincerity, we will concede ten percent on this transaction," Vincent pondered for a moment, tapped the table, and made what he thought was the maximum concession.

Chen Jiajun shook his finger and took the opportunity to set a condition: "I don't care about money. How about this: I want to carve out a piece of land in Southeast Asia, the kind that can become an independent kingdom, where I have sovereign rights."

"Young man, I advise you not to be insatiable. Tell me first, where is the location?" Vincent narrowed his eyes.

Chen Jiajun pointed to a small corner on the map: "The Indonesian monkeys' Boni Island."

(End of chapter)