Chapter 419: The Big Search

After the gambling match on the High Seas concluded, news of the event spread very quickly.

The unluckiest ones were the bookies taking outside bets, the Singaporean Chinese Gang.

They had originally assumed that as long as they dealt with Gao Jin, this matter was a guaranteed win.

But they never expected that Chen Jiajun would suddenly emerge halfway through, which infuriated the Singaporean Chinese Gang to the point of death.

Their boss, Han Mingzhi, even smashed his table directly.

However, the matter was not over yet; soon, Anan returned from Hong Kong and brought back Chen Jiajun's words.

Upon hearing that Chen Jiajun still wanted to cause them trouble, Han Mingzhi roared in anger: "Damn it, he blocked my path to wealth and still wants to cause me trouble? He's courting death!"

Anan said cautiously: "Boss, this Chen Jiajun is truly extraordinary!"

"So what? You get the word out for me: if he, Chen Jiajun, wants an explanation, he can come to Singapore himself! I want to see if he has the guts." Han Mingzhi said viciously.

Seeing that his boss was in a fit of rage, Anan could not offer much advice and could only go to carry out the task.

It was just that the information available to these Chinese Gang members was too limited; they thought that once on their home turf, Chen Jiajun would not dare to stir up trouble.

Little did they know, not long ago, Chen Jiajun had even taken out a major drug lord, Pablo, in the lair of the South American Drug Lords.

After the news spread, many factions immediately prepared to watch a good show.

They wanted to see exactly what kind of confidence these Singaporean Chinese Gang members had to dare to go against a big shot like Chen Jiajun.

Especially the members of the Triad who were hostile to the Chinese Gang.

The Chinese forces in Singapore were divided into two factions: one was the "He" headed group, and the other was the local Chinese Gang.

Both sides looked down on each other, and there was no lack of friction between them on a daily basis.

It was just that their intelligence capabilities were far stronger than a backwater gang like the Chinese Gang; hearing that they had provoked Chen Jiajun, many in the "He" headed group were already rubbing their hands, preparing to take over the Chinese Gang's assets.

After Chen Jiajun learned of this news, he laughed in extreme anger.

He directly summoned Lao Yu: "Have you received any news recently?"

Lao Yu nodded and said: "The Chinese Gang is arrogant; many brothers have long been clamoring to give them a taste of their own medicine."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said: "I can't be bothered to move; you all just find some people to invite Han Mingzhi over and have him give me an explanation in person!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, a savage grin immediately appeared on the corner of Lao Yu's mouth: "Understood, Boss, I will send people to handle it immediately."

A tiny Chinese Gang did not need Chen Jiajun to show his face at all.

There was no need for Lao Yu to take action personally either; just find two Headmen to cross the sea and tie up that bastard who was running his mouth.

For a character like that, Chen Jiajun even glancing at him once would be like smoke rising from his ancestors' graves.

He, Chen Jiajun, had spent so many years in Hong Kong, spent so much money, and raised so many people; if he still had to put his own mind to such matters, then Hung Hing would have disappointed him too much.

After giving his instructions, Chen Jiajun couldn't be bothered to care anymore and made an appointment to have tea with Mr. Huo.

Arriving at the clubhouse, Chen Jiajun found Huo Yingnan listening to music and drinking tea alone, so he walked over and teased: "Nan Ge, the development in the New Territories is in full swing, yet you aren't watching it personally and instead ran here to drink tea and watch a show; you're quite relaxed!"

Huo Yingnan said irritably: "You brat, are you waiting for me to earn money for you?"

Chen Jiajun chuckled and said: "The capable should do more work!"

"You brat have been very prominent lately! You actually ran into a South American drug den yourself, slaughtered several big drug lords, and were still able to retreat unscathed; your guts are too big, aren't they?" Huo Yingnan said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said quite surprised: "Eh, you even know about such a small matter?"

"You call this a small matter?" Huo Yingnan said with a strange expression: "You fellow basically slapped the CIA in the face; those guys definitely won't let you off! Who doesn't know that the partners of those South American Drug Lords are CIA people? You had better be careful."

Chen Jiajun curled his lips and said: "If the CIA dares to come and cause me trouble, I'll even tear down their intelligence post in Japan."

"You fellow!" Huo Yingnan shook his head and stopped trying to persuade him.

After all, he understood Chen Jiajun's personality to some extent; he simply couldn't be persuaded.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said: "Nan Ge, you went around such a big circle, what exactly do you want to do? Does our relationship require such beating around the bush?"

Huo Yingnan's old face turned red, and he chuckled: "You brat saw right through me."

Chen Jiajun said irritably: "Last time when you asked me to help find Mr. Guo's son, you had this same expression; speak, what is the matter."

Huo Yingnan nodded, then said to the bodyguard beside him: "Bring that kid over!"

After the bodyguard left, Huo Yingnan lit a Cigar and said: "This matter is quite troublesome, but after thinking it over, only you can help with this favor."

"I have a distant nephew named Huo Qingsong, who works in the underworld in Hong Kong; it seems he was once part of the Shanghai Gang lineage. This guy hasn't gone into any crooked paths, but instead started doing business in Red Oil."

"Red Oil?" Chen Jiajun understood immediately.

The Red Oil spoken of in this era was not the kind of red chili oil used for cooking.

This stuff was tax-free diesel oil subsidized by the Hong Kong government for local industrial ships and fishing boats, which had been added with a red dye to facilitate regulation. Because the price was low, "Red Oil" became a hot, difficult-to-ban smuggled commodity.

This was also a benefit created by those Gweilo in the Hong Kong government after seeing the development of the shipping industry; it counted as one of the few benevolent policies.

There were many people in Hong Kong doing Red Oil business, such as Gui Ge of the New Territories society Xiqing, Donghai Long of Fuyi, Yifeng, and so on; even large societies like Sun Yee On were doing this kind of business.

Of course, there was also Huo Qingsong, who started out relying on the Daquan Gang.

This business had high profits, but the channels were complex, and only those with specialized connections would do it.

Seeing Huo Yingnan suddenly bring up this matter, Chen Jiajun guessed that this Huo Qingsong was likely using Huo Yingnan's connections.

It was common knowledge that starting from the nineties, those Western countries had been unsparing in their blockade of the motherland.

The motherland had a huge shortage of gasoline and diesel; if Chen Jiajun guessed correctly, Huo Qingsong was likely the guy specifically transporting these oil supplies to the motherland.

On the surface it was smuggling, but in reality, it was consistently supporting the motherland.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun already had some resolve in his heart.

Soon, a young man wearing a suit walked over; the man had a kind face and one could not tell at all that he came from the Daquan Gang.

"Mr. Chen!" Huo Qingsong nodded and greeted very politely.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "We're our own people, no need to be so polite! Sit!"

Seeing Chen Jiajun's attitude, Huo Qingsong let out a long sigh of relief.

Hung Hing had never had much interaction with the Daquan Gang, and had even had some conflicts with the Daquan over certain matters.

Fortunately, he still had a connection with Huo Yingnan; otherwise, if he had rashly gone to find Chen Jiajun, he likely wouldn't even have had the qualifications to meet Chen Jiajun.

……

Huo Qingsong had been very irritable lately; his Red Oil business, which had been going well, had run into trouble.

At six o'clock this morning, one of his cousins had an accident while delivering oil, and the vehicle overturned and exploded.

The cousin delivering the oil did not survive and was blown to pieces on the spot.

If it had just been that, it would have been fine; at worst, he would have compensated for a truckload of oil and paid some funeral expenses, considering it his own bad luck.

But what was most disgusting was that their Red Oil syndicate had been targeted by the police.

It was already very troublesome that something had happened to the Red Oil, and now that they were being watched by the police, his family business was completely unable to operate.

With no business to conduct for a long time, it had become difficult even for the brothers under him to put food on the table.

Not only that, but even those peddlers who sold the Red Oil were taking advantage of the situation.

They refused to do business with Huo Qingsong's family anymore, and if he wanted to do business, he had to put up an eighty-million deposit.

But Huo Qingsong had no other choice and could only bite the bullet and endure it.

Having truly run out of options, he finally begged his distant cousin Huo Yingnan for help.

As long as he could obtain the support of Hung Hing, all the gossip outside would become a joke.

Chen Jiajun looked Huo Qingsong up and down at this moment and said, "I heard your Red Oil business is quite large? But you've run into trouble now?"

Huo Qingsong nodded hurriedly and said, "That's right, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his Cigar and said indifferently, "How do you want me to help you?"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's direct words, Huo Qingsong was stunned on the spot, then cautiously said to Chen Jiajun, "It's mainly about my cousin being framed; I want to find the culprit behind the scenes. It's just that I'm being watched by the police now, so it's very inconvenient to investigate this matter, and the other party did it so flawlessly that I don't know how to investigate it either."

"Just because of this?" Chen Jiajun frowned and said.

Huo Qingsong hurriedly explained the stakes, as it was precisely because of this matter that his business was struggling to move forward.

"In other words, you were supposed to be the one delivering the oil that day, but because something came up, you let your cousin be the scapegoat?" Chen Jiajun clicked his tongue and said, "It seems the person behind the scenes really wants you dead! What have you been doing lately?"

Huo Qingsong pondered for a moment and said, "I pulled some strings and bought a large amount of smuggled Red Oil from a Customs Gweilo; this oil was originally intended to be sent back to my hometown."

"A large quantity?" Chen Jiajun immediately grasped the key point of the matter.

Huo Qingsong nodded solemnly: "Although it doesn't count for much back in my hometown, for Hong Kong, it is enough to impact the entire market."

Hearing Huo Qingsong's words, Chen Jiajun nodded, took out his phone, and dialed a number—it was Li Wenbin, a Senior Inspector now in the Serious Crimes Unit.

This kid had climbed to his current position without using his father's connections; one had to admit he was a talent, so Chen Jiajun had never cut this line, instead treating it as a long-term investment.

This kind of investment wasn't about having Li Wenbin report anything to him, but about ensuring that his own connections within the police force would not be severed.

Li Wenbin wasn't the type of young man who couldn't be swayed; he knew that having the help of a Big Boss would make his future path much smoother. Furthermore, Chen Jiajun had never asked him to do anything illegal, so why not? (End of this chapter)