Chapter 300: 301. Naked Agent

301. Chapter 301: Naked Agent

"Madam M, I have long admired your name." Seeing a middle-aged woman with lingering charm walk into the Restaurant, Zhang Suquan immediately stood up to welcome her.

Madam M took off her sunglasses and said indifferently to Zhang Suquan: "Speak, what kind of person is the target?"

Seeing that the other party was so straightforward, Zhang Suquan took out a photo and pushed it across the table.

Madam M picked up the photo and took a look, and was immediately startled.

She looked left and right, lowered her voice and said: "Are you all crazy? This isn't how you go about courting death, is it?"

Zhang Suquan did not expect Madam M to have such a big reaction.

He couldn't help but say in surprise: "Madam M, do you have concerns?"

Madam M lit a cigarette and said indifferently: "This is Hong Kong territory. You are planning to assassinate the King of Hong Kong. What do you think?"

Zhang Suquan smiled and said: "He is just a guy who started out as a gangster; Hong Kong has almost blown him up into a god. If you still don't dare to take this mission, then I will take my leave and hire someone else."

Zhang Suquan directly used a simple tactic of provocation.

But the effect seemed quite good. Before Zhang Suquan could walk out of the Restaurant, Madam M exhaled a puff of smoke and called him back: "Wait a moment. Find a boat to go out to sea in three days, and we will talk on the High Seas."

A smile immediately appeared on the corner of Zhang Suquan's mouth. After nodding, he turned and left.

Madam M looked at the handsome photo of Chen Jiajun on the table and lit another cigarette.

In fact, according to Madam M's style of doing things, she did not want to touch a thorny target like Chen Jiajun.

After all, Chen Jiajun's influence was really no joke; even placed in the Greater Bay Area, he was a top-tier existence.

But she still accepted it, precisely because Chen Jiajun actually had a grudge against her.

And this grudge was not small.

Madam M's methods for training assassins were extremely cruel, and the annual mortality rate was very high.

Therefore, she maintained a good relationship with many international human trafficking organizations.

And the K Industrial Park was an even longer-term partner of Madam M.

In order to maintain the cooperative relationship, Madam M even left ten million US dollars as a deposit at the K Industrial Park.

Unfortunately, it was burned to nothing by a fire set by the person Chen Jiajun sent out.

What was even more infuriating was that Chen Jiajun subsequently went to sweep the organ factory in Thailand.

In this way, Madam M's organization had almost no infusion of fresh blood, which made Madam M very annoyed.

This time, having the opportunity to make money and the opportunity to take revenge, she would not let this chance go.

The next day, on a yacht on the High Seas.

Zhang Suquan arrived at the yacht on time and met with Madam M again.

"It's not simple to move against Chen Jiajun. Do you have a plan?" Zhang Suquan didn't talk nonsense and said straight to Madam M.

"Of course, now it depends on whether you can afford the price." Madam M said indifferently.

Hearing Madam M's words, Zhang Suquan couldn't help asking: "How much?"

"Ten million US dollars, and the deposit must be fifty percent." Madam M said indifferently.

Hearing this harsh condition, Zhang Suquan's brows immediately tightened: "Madam M, this doesn't seem to follow the rules."

"Rules?" Madam M showed a disdainful smile and said: "If you asked me to kill some ordinary person, I would of course follow the rules. But this time the target is Chen Jiajun. Do you think he is some small character that can be manipulated at will?"

"Still the same words, if you are willing, we will cooperate; if not, just pretend I never heard of this matter. You can go find other organizations."

Zhang Suquan was silent for a moment, let his subordinate hand over a box, and then placed it directly on the table.

Madam M had someone open it; inside were stacks of brand-new US dollars, and then she had someone count the amount.

This money was prepared privately by Kunsha, but now it seemed it was not enough.

"Very good, the amount is correct." Madam M stood up and said: "You don't need to worry about the following matters; leave it to the girls under my command."

Zhang Suquan nodded: "Then I will wait for your good news."

……

"Boss, your itinerary."

Bai Lu handed Chen Jiajun a form.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "I really do need to find myself a Secretary."

Of course, he couldn't let White Queen keep doing the work of a Secretary; it was really a bit of a waste of talent.

Chen Jiajun helplessly flipped through his itinerary; most of them were invitations to cocktail parties.

Most of these boring things were crossed out by Chen Jiajun.

Only when he saw the schedule for Hongxing Film in the itinerary did he hesitate for a moment before stopping the pen in his hand.

He hadn't been to Hongxing Film for a long time; he would take this opportunity to go over and see how Da Fei was managing it.

He was now afraid that this lecherous guy would turn his film company into nothing but Category III films.

……

This year, Hongxing Film could be said to be the only one in the field, almost sweeping the entire Hong Kong box office.

Cheng Long's "Dragon Heart" and "Project A Part II" took the first and second thrones.

And Chow Yun-fat, relying on films such as "Prison on Fire", "An Autumn's Tale", "A Better Tomorrow 2", "Rouge of the North", and "The Romancing Star", blood-washed the entire box office rankings.

Even Hong Jingbao's "Eastern Condors" could only be ranked last.

For Hongxing Film, this was simply a bumper harvest.

So naturally, a celebration banquet had to be held to celebrate.

This celebration banquet was attended by people from the Hong Kong film and television circle to show their support and exchange feelings.

After all, the circle was only so big, and most of them were people who saw each other every day; even if the rankings were swept, there was no need to make things too stiff at this time.

Although the scale of the banquet was large, they were all people from the entertainment industry, so they were very relaxed.

A group of people gathered together, some drinking, some making dirty jokes, smoking, and bragging; it was incredibly lively.

If the paparazzi outside had managed to sneak in, they would probably be overjoyed. They would have enough headlines for a month of gossip magazines.

Chen Jiajun's arrival immediately became the focus of the entire room.

Da Fei brought the people from Hongxing Film over to greet him, and the several leads of the celebration banquet also crowded around.

Although these few were red-hot, their heads were still relatively clear; they hadn't become overly arrogant and behaved appropriately in front of Chen Jiajun.

"Afa, I recently heard a jingle outside, saying, 'No one is redder than Zhong Chuhong, and no one is richer than Zhou Runfa,'" Chen Jiajun said with a smile, patting Zhou Runfa on the shoulder.

Hearing Chen Jiajun's joke, everyone followed suit and laughed.

"Not at all, that's just people outside talking nonsense, Mr. Chen, you flatter me," Zhou Runfa said very modestly, looking nothing like a lead actor of a two-hundred-million-box-office hit.

Everyone present could be considered Hongxing people, so Chen Jiajun naturally wasn't that formal.

After chatting for a while, he led Da Fei to the side to ask about the situation.

After all, as a hands-off boss, he still needed to know the company's profit situation.

Da Fei let his relative who did the accounting walk over; he looked like a very honest kid.

Seeing a big shot like Chen Jiajun, he even stuttered a bit while speaking.

Fortunately, Chen Jiajun had no intention of blaming him, which made both him and Da Fei heave a long sigh of relief.

"The total profit is about one hundred million, and the discrepancy won't exceed one hundred thousand," the young man reported a total sum directly to the Big Boss.

Da Fei said with an excited face: "Damn, making movies is even more profitable than selling Laundry Powder."

You have to know, although Da Fei was a boss and used to manage the stables for the Hung Hing,

his monthly income was only about a million or so, and he still had to pay a cut to the society from that money, so there wasn't much left in his own hands.

Although Hongxing Film wasn't his either, according to the dividend plan Chen Jiajun proposed, he could get at least ten million this year.

So, it was no wonder Da Fei was so happy.

Chen Jiajun didn't care about this bit of money; what he cared about was the influence of Hongxing Film.

He said indifferently: "Alright, just proceed with the dividends at the end of the year as I said. Don't be stingy with the bonuses for the directors either; in this era, if you want to keep people, you can't be too stingy."

Da Fei nodded and said: "I know, Boss. I will send the red envelopes to the directors on time. But Boss, some people at Hongxing Film haven't been very honest lately. I heard they are flirting with people outside; do you think I should go and warn them?"

Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "No need. When it's time for rain to fall or a mother to remarry, just let it be. Hong Kong isn't short of anything, but it is definitely not short of people who can make movies. The strength of Hongxing Film is right here; there's no need to do anything extra. As long as they want to leave, just follow the contract."

Da Fei nodded and said: "I know, Boss."

As the two were talking, Da Fei noticed a hot-bodied mixed-race girl walking toward Chen Jiajun.

Da Fei's eyes lit up immediately, and he whispered to Chen Jiajun: "Boss, look. This babe is really something. It looks like she's here specifically for you; looks like you can have a late-night snack tonight."

Chen Jiajun looked in the direction of Da Fei's gaze and indeed discovered a great beauty.

She was tall and slim, and her mixed-race face looked exceptionally exquisite, even prettier than some of the female stars present.

Her agent followed beside her, saying to Chen Jiajun with a flattering face: "Mr. Chen, let me introduce you, this is the model under my management, Hai Yao."

Chen Jiajun was not like those lecherous guys like Da Fei, whose eyes were almost stripping the person's clothes off.

Chen Jiajun smiled slightly, reached out his hand, and said: "Hello, Miss Hai Yao, you look beautiful tonight."

Hai Yao reached out her hand to shake Chen Jiajun's, smiled slightly, and said: "Mr. Chen, you flatter me."

"Our Hai Yao just returned to the country and is quite looking forward to developing in the film and television industry. I wonder if Mr. Chen could give her a chance?" the agent said with a smile on the side.

Although Chen Jiajun appeared very appropriate, he was already sneering in his heart.

He hadn't even gone to find that bitch Madam M yet, and he didn't expect her to deliver herself to his door.

"Of course, a girl as beautiful as Hai Yao should be someone all the major directors would fight over."

Chen Jiajun said to Hai Yao with a smile, appearing as if he were very interested in her.

A flash of imperceptible disdain crossed Hai Yao's eyes.

In her view, all men were the same; as long as they saw a slightly pretty woman, they would find a way to get her into bed.

Even this Chen Jiajun, who held immense power in Hong Kong, seemed to be no exception.

Hearing Chen Jiajun say this, the expression on the face of the agent in front of Hai Yao immediately turned happy.

As long as the two of them hit it off, it was fine; anyway, her task was to recommend Hai Yao to Chen Jiajun.

Then she could rest easy and collect that referral fee.

So she said with a smile: "Hai Yao, keep Mr. Chen company and chat more. Don't look at Mr. Chen as just a Big Boss; he is a genius when it comes to producing movies. Have you heard of A Better Tomorrow? That was Mr. Chen's work."

"Really?" Hai Yao said, feigning an expression of surprise.

Watching the other party's performance, Chen Jiajun had to admire her exquisite acting skills.

At the very least, in this hall, among the people in half of the Hong Kong film and television circle, if one wanted to find someone with better acting skills than her, ten fingers probably wouldn't be enough.

But thinking about it, it was understandable; stars get paid to act, and they can make money.

Even if the acting is bad, at most they just get scolded by the audience.

As long as one's skin is thick enough, one can still continue to rake in money with peace of mind.

But killers are different; every performance they give is a real-life battle. As long as they reveal a single flaw, their lives could be at risk at any moment.

Under such high-pressure environments, even an acting novice could become a Best Actor.

Anyway, when it came to acting, Chen Jiajun told himself he wasn't inferior either.

So both sides just kept on acting.

By the end of the banquet, when many guests were leaving one after another,

Hai Yao pretended to look around and then said to Chen Jiajun: "Mr. Chen, my agent seems to have left on business; could you send me back to the hotel?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to help," Chen Jiajun said very gentlemanly.

Soon, under Da Fei's envious gaze, the pretty babe Hai Yao sat directly into Chen Jiajun's car, watching the two of them leave quietly.

"Damn, no way," Da Fei patted his own face and said viciously: "I'm going to find a model tonight to try it out too."

Arriving downstairs at the hotel, Hai Yao saw that Chen Jiajun had not taken the initiative for a long time.

She could only grit her teeth and whisper an invitation to Chen Jiajun: "It's so late, would you like to come up and sit for a while?"

To such an obvious invitation, Chen Jiajun naturally agreed quite readily: "Sure."

Afterwards, Chen Jiajun dismissed the driver to go back first and come pick him up again tomorrow morning, then followed Hai Yao back into the suite she had booked.

It must be said that Madam M had indeed invested heavily to get Chen Jiajun on the hook.

Among the female assassins under her, Hai Yao was top-tier in both appearance and figure.

Especially that face, beautiful to the point of being slightly aggressive, revealing a kind of half-reluctant, seductive posture that the average person simply could not resist.

It was a pity that Chen Jiajun was extremely calm at this moment.

After all, facing an assassin, if one were still thinking with their lower half at a time like this, then that would truly be a bit idiotic.

Moreover, Chen Jiajun was preparing to turn the tables and poach the assassins under Madam M, so his mind was even clearer.

After entering the suite, Hai Yao served Chen Jiajun a cup of tea, then used the excuse of changing clothes to return to the bedroom.

Chen Jiajun was not in the least bit anxious; since he dared to follow this female assassin up, he naturally had the confidence.

Ever since Chen Jiajun obtained the System, his physical fitness had long since far exceeded that of an ordinary person.

Let alone a mere female assassin, even if someone were to shoot at Chen Jiajun from far away with a sniper rifle, it might not even break his defense.

In short, wanting to assassinate Chen Jiajun was an utterly impossible task.

Just as Chen Jiajun was pondering how the other party would make her move, the lights in the living room suddenly dimmed.

Then Chen Jiajun saw Hai Yao walking toward him wearing a sheer gown.

And accompanied by a burst of soft music, she danced gracefully before Chen Jiajun.

The sheer gown that left things to the imagination, along with her graceful dance moves, had always been Hai Yao's trump card.

After the dance, Hai Yao sat down on Chen Jiajun's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said, "Do you think my dancing is beautiful?"

"Beautiful, truly very beautiful," Chen Jiajun sighed and said, "If you could take out the Dagger you have hidden in your sleeve, it would be even more beautiful."

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Hai Yao was stunned for a moment, then her expression turned fierce.

Without a second thought, she drew the Dagger directly, wrapped her arms around Chen Jiajun's head, and stabbed straight toward his temple.

This move was exceptionally vicious and could be said to be a rare failure in close-quarters combat.

After all, female assassins like Hai Yao mostly relied on their beauty to lower the target's guard.

And then suddenly strike to kill.

Therefore, they generally did not carry things like Handguns on their person, preferring small Daggers instead.

Silent and easy to conceal.

But to Hai Yao's surprise, Chen Jiajun still wore a relaxed expression.

He merely extended two fingers and clamped them directly onto the tip of the Dagger.

Although the posture was very awkward, no matter how hard Hai Yao exerted herself, the Dagger in her hand could not advance an inch.

It was as if it had been welded to Chen Jiajun's fingertips.

Chen Jiajun calmly snapped the Dagger in two and then said indifferently: "Let me put it this way. You are not the only person who has come to assassinate me, and clearly, you won't be the last."

"So. While I can still talk to you calmly, let's stop and have a good chat. Otherwise, don't blame me for getting rough."

But how could Hai Yao care about all that at this moment?

She leaped out of Chen Jiajun's arms like a nimble cat, and after a few rolls, she had already reached the coffee table in the living room.

Hidden beneath the fruit platter placed on top was a small Handgun that Hai Yao usually used for self-defense.

"Tsk, you really are stubborn," Chen Jiajun said quite helplessly, then casually grabbed an ashtray from beside the table and threw it at Hai Yao.

Taking advantage of the moment she lowered her head to dodge, Chen Jiajun had already leaped up, his entire body inverted, and with a high-difficulty horizontal bar maneuver, he snatched the Handgun from Hai Yao's hand.

Then, the moment he landed, he pinned Hai Yao directly onto the sofa.

After struggling twice, Hai Yao discovered that Chen Jiajun's strength was shockingly great; relying on herself, she clearly could not break free from Chen Jiajun's clutches. (End of chapter)