Chapter 357: The Time is Ripe

"Hey, aren't you Lawyer Martin? How did you end up in such a state?" E Lao said with a look of surprise.

Seeing a few familiar faces, Martin managed a strained smile and said, "Oh, so it's you guys."

E Lao looked Martin up and down, then suddenly laughed: "Lawyer Martin, looking like this, it seems you've been kidnapped, right?"

Although E Lao was past his prime, he had spent time in the underworld, and his eyes were sharp.

He saw at a glance the rope marks on Martin's body, and his cheeks were swollen too.

The corner of Martin's mouth twitched involuntarily; he didn't speak, just straightened his hair.

Clearly, Martin had underestimated the viciousness of that pup Tsukamoto Eiji.

After obtaining the key intelligence he needed, he turned hostile on the spot and had his men tie Martin up.

It was obvious that even after he got the Revenge Fund, the only outcome awaiting Martin was being silenced.

But this was the guy's own greed; come to think of it, he couldn't blame anyone else.

Knowing full well that this Japanese brat Tsukamoto Eiji was no ordinary person, he still rushed to cooperate with him.

He thought the rules of civilized people would work on Tsukamoto Eiji, but what he didn't expect was that this brat wouldn't play by them at all.

Just as the few of them fell into silence, the door to the conference room was pushed open again.

And the person who came this time was someone no one had expected.

Because this was someone they had all seen before: Chen Dahuah from the Serious Crimes Unit.

After Chen Dahuah opened the door and walked in, he was clearly stunned for a moment when he saw the people in front of him.

Then he revealed a smile, sat down directly, and didn't say much.

At this moment, Li Fugui suddenly spoke up: "Chen Sir, you are that Angel, right?"

Hearing Li Fugui's words, E Lao and Lawyer Martin were both stunned on the spot.

Chen Dahuah didn't deny it either, just looked at Li Fugui curiously and said, "Oh? Why do you say that? Do you have any evidence?"

Li Fugui shook his head and said, "No evidence, just intuition."

Chen Dahuah's smile became even brighter as he stared at Li Fugui and said, "You guy really isn't ordinary."

This remark, which amounted to an indirect admission, made E Lao and Martin widen their eyes in disbelief.

"It seems you all know each other?" At this time, a voice came from the doorway.

Everyone looked toward the door and saw Chen Jiajun walking in with a cigar in his mouth.

"Mr. Chen." Seeing Chen Jiajun arrive, several people stood up to greet him.

Even Chen Dahuah was no exception.

Chen Jiajun's current status was worthy of these people's respect.

Chen Jiajun sat down in the main seat and said to everyone: "Alright, stop standing there like fools, let's talk business. Tsukamoto Eiji is dead, and the current head of the Tsukamoto family, Zhongben Jianyi, will likely withdraw from Hong Kong soon, so I want to talk to you all about that one billion USD Revenge Fund."

Hearing Chen Jiajun say this, strange expressions appeared in everyone's hearts.

You took out Tsukamoto Eiji, drove away Zhongben Jianyi, and now you want to swallow Tsukamoto Taro's entire Revenge Fund in one gulp—isn't that a bit too ruthless?

Chen Jiajun ignored the people with their various thoughts, instead resting his chin on his hands and saying to everyone: "I have a concept."

"Since the brats of the Tsukamoto family are all dead, I intend to use this money to set up another fund." Chen Jiajun cast his gaze toward Martin and said: "You should be able to handle this, right?"

Martin hurriedly said: "Of course, no problem. At that time, we'll pin the title of Angel on that brat Tsukamoto Eiji, saying he wanted to seize the inheritance and killed his grandfather, then was investigated by this Chen Sir and finally shot dead."

"As for the matters regarding the fund, I can take full responsibility. There absolutely won't be any slip-ups. Do you think this is okay?"

Martin didn't dare to have any other thoughts about Chen Jiajun now.

Don't look at him as a big lawyer; facing a big shot like Chen Jiajun, a single word from him could send him begging for food.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "That's good, I'll leave these matters to you."

Then Chen Jiajun turned his gaze to Chen Dahuah and said: "What do you say, Chen Sir? Are you willing to come work for me?"

Chen Dahuah smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Chen, but I'm already old, and I won't be in this line of work for many more years. Besides, this matter is just a hobby of mine."

Chen Jiajun didn't force him: "A twisted melon isn't sweet; I won't force you."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." Chen Dahuah smiled, stood up, patted Li Fugui on the shoulder, and left directly.

Then Chen Jiajun looked at E Lao and Li Fugui and said: "What about you two? I know you, E Lao, used to be a hitman agent, so I want you to help build the prototype of an organization. Of course, I certainly won't treat you poorly when it comes to money. How about it?"

E Lao was instantly ecstatic: "Really? Thank you, Boss Chen."

Then Chen Jiajun turned his gaze to Li Fugui and said: "And you?"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Li Fugui fell silent.

This made E Lao anxious, and he hurriedly nudged him with his elbow.

A moment later, Li Fugui said to Chen Jiajun: "I don't kill innocent people. I don't kill good people."

As soon as these words were out, E Lao wished he could cover Li Fugui's mouth.

But Li Fugui's gaze was firm, with the air of someone ready to walk away if there was no agreement.

Chen Jiajun suddenly laughed: "That is your freedom; whether you take a mission or not is entirely your own decision."

"Fine, I'll do it." Li Fugui immediately nodded and said.

As long as it didn't violate his principles, Li Fugui felt there was no problem with saying that.

He could never bring himself to kill those who shouldn't be killed, and he wouldn't let a single one of those who should be killed go.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Alright, after Martin finishes the business with the fund, he will contact you. By the way, because you helped Liang Bo, although you won't get that Revenge Fund, I will personally reward you with a portion; it should be enough for you to live in style for a while."

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun's Secretary took out two checks, handed them to the two men, and then stood up and left.

After Chen Jiajun left, E Lao finally took out the check to look at it; it was actually fifty million USD each.

"Wow, we're rich." E Lao and Li Fugui both thought at the same time.

The turmoil that had lasted for a period of time finally came to an end, and the Revenge Fund created by Tsukamoto Taro also stopped operating because the culprit had been found.

The hitmen who had been rushing to Hong Kong from all over the world could only return in defeat.

And following Zhongben Jianyi's withdrawal of his investments in Hong Kong, no one spoke of this matter again.

It is estimated that before long, it will gradually be forgotten by people.

It is just that for the upper echelons of both the underworld and the legitimate world in Hong Kong, they once again witnessed the strength of Chen Jiajun.

Therefore, they feel even more awe toward Chen Jiajun.

"Boss, there is a document for you."

In the morning, just as Chen Jiajun arrived at the office, the Secretary delivered a document.

This document was sent from the Mainland, and the sender was Yang Jianhua.

Because of the previous cultural relics case, Chen Jiajun helped the country recover many national treasures and blocked the smuggling route for cultural relics in Hong Kong, so the higher-ups were very satisfied with this matter.

Consequently, General Manager Song personally took up the pen and wrote a thank-you letter to Chen Jiajun.

Furthermore, he told Chen Jiajun that if there were a way to bring back the national treasures scattered abroad, the country would certainly not forget Chen Jiajun's contribution.

Upon receiving this letter, a sharp glint flashed in Chen Jiajun's eyes.

If it were in the past, he might not have had any good way to obtain those national-level cultural relics that had been collected.

But taking advantage of the turmoil of the Hiroshima Agreement, coupled with the decline of Japan, there might truly be such an opportunity.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun immediately made a phone call to the United States.

On Cao Weicai's side, Chen Jiajun still had a setup that had not yet been detonated.

He had been waiting for Japan to completely weaken before it was time to act.

Now it seems that this matter can seemingly be done in passing.

After half a year, Cao Weicai finally received a call from his Big Boss and was immediately somewhat excited.

After all, having been ignored for such a long time, if it weren't for the fact that funds were still being supplied continuously, he would have thought the Big Boss had forgotten about the few of them.

"How is the matter going?"

Chen Jiajun asked directly.

Cao Weicai immediately said: "We are ready on our end. Now, Japan has already regarded Frank as a young talent from Wall Street; I heard he even slept with several female celebrities over there in Japan. It is truly enviable."

"You brat, not working properly." Chen Jiajun laughed and scolded: "What about Dr. Marvin?"

Cao Weicai said with a smile: "Dr. Marvin seems to have had an epiphany; recently, he has become increasingly skilled at putting on shows in front of newspapers and television stations."

"Very good, let him stand his final post; if he does it beautifully, I will send him to some small country in Europe to live under an assumed name," Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

"Boss, are you preparing to make your move?" Cao Weicai said with some excitement.

This plan has been going on for nearly half a year, and Cao Weicai also wants to see exactly how much money this Big Boss can scrape from Wall Street and Japan.

After all, he had been involved in this plan from the very beginning.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, wait for my news."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun began to calculate.

With the current situation in Japan, those investors have become cautious, clutching the money in their hands tightly; trying to get investments from them might not be a very realistic thing.

But it is different if it is swapped for other things, such as gold, antiques, and the like.

When the time comes, set up an investment company and use these things to calculate their investment shares for them.

Once Marvin's company goes bust, one can then openly default on these things.

"Tsk, why am I becoming more and more like a capitalist?" Chen Jiajun shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Japan, Tokyo.

Frank was almost falling in love with this city.

Looking at the beautiful female celebrity beside him, a smile appeared on the corner of Frank's mouth.

It must be said that the Japanese are truly too hospitable.

Just by having the identity of a Wall Street investor, he hasn't spent a single cent during this period.

Every day, there are people trying to bribe him with all sorts of tricks.

Not only money, beauties, and luxury cars, but there are even people planning to give him houses.

Tokyo's land prices are almost catching up to Manhattan's.

However, Frank knows that such days will eventually come to an end.

Just before, he received a call from his terrifying Boss, which meant that the matter laid out for half a year was about to be wrapped up.

Therefore, Frank could no longer afford to continue playing with women and living a life of debauchery.

Starting from today, he must handle work matters.

As an outrageous con artist, Frank once self-studied law and even managed to obtain a real Lawyer license.

So, a securities manager's license was not difficult for him either.

What's more, he had someone like Cao Weicai, a real securities manager, standing behind him, so he wasn't worried at all.

Moreover, when it came to the United States side, there was still Cao Weicai operating; all he needed to do was go to those high-end parties and make those damned Japanese tycoons take the money out of their pockets.

For Frank, this is called professional alignment.

So after getting up, Frank put on his custom-made high-end Italy suit, tidied up his appearance, and walked out of the hotel.

To fool those fools into investing, Frank never needed to prepare.

The cocktail party was held at the Ginza Plaza Hotel, and the organizer was the person in charge of the Industrial Bank of Japan.

Frank was specifically invited there by them.

To Frank, the Japanese investors who had never been educated by Wall Street were just money bags, so Frank greeted these big shots at the party enthusiastically.

After all, it was a party for networking, and its purpose was to build relationships and make connections.

So Frank casually found two tycoons and started chatting directly.

Just as Chen Jiajun expected, because of the obvious downturn in the Japanese economy, these tycoons were clutching the money in their hands tightly; chatting about other things was no problem, but as soon as the topic turned to investment, these people became alert immediately.

Frank was not in a hurry; he knew that true hunters must be very patient.

So, he steered the conversation directly toward things like gold, jewelry, and antiques.

Then, when the time was ripe, he cast out his bait.

"I know an investment firm that specializes in accepting these fixed assets for investment. However, it is limited to things like gold, jewelry, and antiques," Frank said with a smile. "Come to think of it, this company is truly bizarre; I wonder if it has any connection to an auction house."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener took it to heart.

Hearing Frank say this so casually, many of the wealthy individuals were immediately tempted.

Those who had managed to reach this social stratum certainly possessed quite a few such items.

It was just that, to put it bluntly, these things really had no liquidity.

Back when the economy in Japan was good, they could play around with them freely, but now that the economic situation was like this, what use were these things? Mortgage them to a bank?

One had to know that banks still accepted hard currencies like gold.

But for things like jewelry and antiques, there was a great deal of water in their prices.

Even if they were taken to a bank for a mortgage, the money obtained would likely be pitifully low.

Now that they heard Frank mention such an investment company, many were immediately tempted and began to inquire with Frank one after another.

Frank also pretended to be ignorant, saying he would have to go back and ask.

If they were truly interested, he would then go and ask a friend to make contact.

As it turned out, before Frank could even finish speaking, several people indicated they were interested.

Frank took down their contact information one by one, then stood up to take his leave.

For a period of time afterward, Frank wandered everywhere at various cocktail parties and high-end venues.

As long as there was an invitation, he would definitely go.

Before long, he had obtained the phone numbers of quite a few wealthy people who were interested in this area.

After confirming that the number of people was sufficient, Frank began to contact Cao Weicai.

And Cao Weicai, who was far away in the United States, had also prepared a shell company early on.

Although the name sounded very intimidating, this company had long since been liquidated and then bought by Cao Weicai.

And the money he spent was just to buy this name.

After getting the company sorted, Cao Weicai began his own operations.

He first used Chen Jiajun's money to get it into the shell investment company through the method of absorbing investments.

Then, in the name of the investment company, he carried out a wave of investment into Marvin's company.

Although doing it this way was very complicated, it could avoid quite a few future troubles.

When the time came for Marvin's company to explode, among the thousands upon thousands of investment companies, his would be the most inconspicuous one.

After completing this series of operations in the United States, he then hired a few Gweilo extras and headed to Japan together.

"Hey, listen up," Cao Weicai said, clapping his hands. "For the next job, I only need you to keep your mouths shut the entire time, but your attire must be very formal. Do you understand?"

The few Gweilos said with a smile, "Don't underestimate us. After all, we also work in Hollywood."

"If things are handled beautifully, each of you will receive a bonus of fifty thousand US dollars," Cao Weicai nodded and said to the few Gweilos.

Hearing this number, the eyes of the few Gweilos all lit up.

Cao Weicai continued, "You just need to appropriately express expressions of contempt and disdain. Someone will train you on that when the time comes."

The few Gweilos nodded hurriedly, fearing they would miss this opportunity.

One had to know that when they went to Hollywood to be extras, each gig only paid a little over a hundred dollars, and they still had to pay a cut to their damn talent agencies.

This one trip was worth a whole year of their work.

Not to mention that for this trip, they were flying first class and staying in five-star hotels; where else could they find such a good deal?

As for what Cao Weicai was going to do, that was completely outside the scope of their consideration.

Soon, Cao Weicai brought this group of extras to Tokyo to rendezvous with Frank.

Frank hadn't been out picking up girls these past few days; he had been collecting information in the hotel all day long.

Seeing Cao Weicai arrive, Frank finally let out a sigh of relief: "Thank God, you've finally arrived."

Cao Weicai said helplessly, "Extras aren't easy to find."

As he spoke, he looked behind him.

Frank glanced at the extras Cao Weicai had found and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, at least their appearance is very business-like."

Then Frank stood up and began to conduct some training for these extras.

One had to say, a master is a master.

Under Frank's guidance, these extras quickly got into character.

Looking at the extras sitting in front of him wearing formal suits, those who didn't know would think they were truly those capitalists from Wall Street. (End of chapter)