Chapter 30: Number of Lottery Draws

"Brother Yao!"

Chen Jiajun had sharp eyes; seeing Chen Yao, he hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"A Jun, Mr. Jiang has business in Macau today, so he specifically instructed me to come over." Chen Yao nodded.

Chen Jiajun hurriedly signaled the waiter to bring over a chair.

After finishing their drinks and seeing everyone off, Chen Yao and Chen Jiajun sat face to face with a pot of tea between them, and Chen Jiajun poured a cup for Chen Yao.

Chen Yao handed over a check: "A Jun, this money is what Mr. Jiang asked me to bring. It's the settlement money for the brothers who died or were injured that night; this is the rule of Hung Hing."

"Five hundred thousand?" Chen Jiajun looked up in surprise.

Chen Yao patted his shoulder and said, "You aren't unhappy, are you?"

"How could that be? Brother Yao! Did Mr. Jiang misunderstand something? I know that being a Big Brother is difficult." Chen Jiajun immediately denied it firmly.

Chen Yao smiled and nodded, "Well done, I didn't misjudge you!"

"Many thanks, Brother Yao!"

After seeing Chen Yao off, Chen Jiajun lit a cigar.

Jiang Tiansheng likely regarded him, Chen Jiajun, as a greenhorn, thinking he could be dismissed with five hundred thousand.

One had to know that Shisimei had lent him 1 million, and Jing Kun had given him 5 million.

No wonder this loser Jiang Tiansheng would have his power usurped by Jing Kun.

Without further ado, returning to the Royal Nightclub, Chen Jiajun did a quick count of his recent income.

First was the cash; after deducting the gold purchases and daily expenses, a full 33 million remained. This included money from loan sharking, as well as from taking out Heishui Qiang and Dapu Hei.

There were thirty or forty vehicles in total: 20 vans, and the rest were luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Lexus, also left behind after taking out Heishui Qiang and Dapu Hei.

20 submachine guns, 21 Brownings, 15 Black Stars, and one Desert Eagle.

In his territory, there were six bars and nightclubs, over twenty underground gambling dens, over eighty bathhouses and saunas, over a hundred brothels, three hundred street-walking prostitutes, and one finance company office.

950 fighters, 20 gunmen, and zero regular employees.

Plus Tongcai Street and Garden Street...

Except for three bars, the rest were seized from Dapu Hei; the territory and venues were actually already much larger than Dalao B's.

As for the regular employees...

Chen Jiajun looked at the demon slave minions over there lifting barbells and playing with power twisters, and let out a heavy sigh.

Forget it, letting the demon slave minions watch the venues and conquer territory was already enough.

If he really let them work as regular employees, it would be good enough if the customers weren't scared away...

Of course, he wouldn't let the short-tempered, simple-minded demon slave minions handle these normal staff roles; he would just poach them from other Hung Hing bars.

As for the brothels, they were filled with the high-quality goods left by Dapu Hei, and the customers liked them very much.

Chen Jiajun calculated that if fully staffed, his three bars and nightclubs would generate a monthly turnover of about 2 million.

Dapu Hei's three previous venues had been smashed to pieces by the demon slave minions that night. Renovating them would cost quite a bit.

But the location was excellent; opening them would definitely not be a loss. Now that he had grain in his hands, he felt no panic in his heart.

The problem currently placed before him was Wang Bao!

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun looked at Lao E and said: "Lao E, how has your reconnaissance work been going lately?"

Lao E immediately reported on the work of the past few days: "Big Brother, Wang Bao occupies the most important streets in Wanchai. He has many businesses and casinos; the cash from one night is probably several hundred thousand."

"I observed his safe and finance company; there is probably over ten million in cash."

Hearing this, Chen Jiajun shook his head: "Not enough, too little."

For a mere ten million in cash, it wasn't worth him making a big fuss.

"It's impossible for Wang Bao to only have this much money. You follow Wang Bao for these next few days."

"Wang Bao's venues have been short on stock these days; he's likely gone to secure a supply source. This kind of transaction will involve a lot of cash," Chen Jiajun said in a deep voice.

When he took out Heishui Qiang, there was indeed a batch of drugs, but Chen Jiajun never touched such harmful things, so he destroyed them directly.

"Understood." After saying this, Lao E's figure disappeared into the night.

Early the next day.

Taking the demon slave minions, Chen Jiajun arrived at Xieliyuan Gold Shop once again.

Unlike last time, the display this time was even grander; four Mercedes-Benz sedans, right next to his Mercedes-Benz SUV, pulled up slowly to the entrance.

As soon as Chen Jiajun walked in with the demon slave minions, many customers clutched their bags tightly.

The scene from last time, when Chen Jiajun bought 10 million worth of gold in one go, was still fresh in the minds of the Xieliyuan Gold Shop's store manager and staff; after all, this combination was truly impressive.

It was a living picture of a wicked young master leading a large group of wicked servants to run rampant, yet he threw out 10 million Hong Kong Dollars with ease.

As soon as they entered the door, the gold shop manager hurried to welcome them and invited them into the VIP room.

Several demon slave minions threw the sacks onto the table.

Chen Jiajun pointed to the sacks of Hong Kong Dollars: "This time I want to buy 23 million Hong Kong Dollars worth of gold. I don't want gold certificates, I want real gold."

"Jun Shao! You want that much!"

"Please sit for a moment, I will immediately have stock transferred from the surrounding area for you!"

Upon hearing this, the manager immediately arranged for good-looking female employees to serve the big client, and without waiting for Chen Jiajun's response, he immediately walked out of the VIP room and picked up the phone to dial a series of numbers.

In the Hong Kong of the eighties, the purchasing power of this amount of Hong Kong Dollars was terrifying; it was almost equivalent to what a family could save in 1,000 years without eating or drinking.

The reason Chen Jiajun didn't buy gold certificates this time was purely because he had already bought enough last time; as soon as the timing was right, a run on the bank could bankrupt the gold shop, and he would complete the acquisition as the major shareholder.

And he was buying gold this time because Chen Jiajun discovered that using gold to exchange for Universe Coins had a much higher exchange rate than Hong Kong Dollars!

He also hadn't expected that gold would exist as a hard currency in other universes as well.

So much gold kept the Xieliyuan Gold Shop very busy; their inventory on Hong Kong Island wasn't enough, and so that Jun Shao wouldn't wait too long, the president even bought quite a bit of stock from some peers.

Once the gold was in hand, Chen Jiajun collected quite a few business cards from female employees that were marked with lipstick prints.

After all, who wouldn't like such a handsome and wealthy Big Brother?

Tall, rich, and handsome—everyone loves that.

Chen Jiajun had no time to concern himself with the thoughts of these female employees.

Right now, he only wanted to make money and expand the strength of his gang.

And women would only hinder his performance.

Leading his brothers, he returned to Hennessy Road in a chaotic flurry and stored the gold into his Personal Space.

It would take about a week to renovate the Bar here; truckload after truckload of equipment and renovation materials were being transported over without pause, and workers were working in shifts almost twenty-four hours a day.

The three venues were suddenly packed with people, all of them burying their heads in hard work.

【Congratulations to the host, wealth requirements met, reward: one lucky draw.】

A lucky draw?

Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up, and he chose to draw immediately.

On that rapidly spinning wheel, countless blood-colored cards radiated a restless power, trying to force the pointer to land on them so they could see the light of day.

Ding!

Chen Jiajun watched as the pointer stopped on a blood-colored card imprinted with a Dragon Ball; the name on it was somewhat long, titled: Yaqiluobei.

(End of chapter)