Chapter 421: The Chess Match

After the young man who delivered the letter left, Wu Donghai frowned and began to think.

Recently, there had been nothing going on in the underworld other than his conflict with Huo Qingsong; could it be because of this? Wu Donghai could not be sure of such things and could only wait until the evening to find out.

In the evening, at the Peninsula Hotel.

Wu Donghai arrived for the banquet wearing a well-fitted white suit.

After speaking to a waiter, he was led to a booth near the window.

Subsequently, Wu Donghai saw the "Hong Kong King" Chen Jiajun, who was revered by countless people in the underworld.

Wu Donghai had never met Chen Jiajun before, and he had not expected him to be a man who looked even younger than himself.

Chen Jiajun had been reading a newspaper, and upon seeing him arrive, he revealed a smile: "You're here? Sit!"

Chen Jiajun did not radiate any overbearing aura, and his tone was calm and composed, but it was precisely this that made Wu Donghai even more afraid to harbor any feelings of contempt.

After sitting down, Chen Jiajun spoke directly to Wu Donghai: "I came here today because of Huo Qingsong's matter. I asked you to come over because I wanted to ask, did you kidnap Huo Qingsong's son?"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Wu Donghai was so shocked he nearly jumped out of his chair.

Forcing down the fear in his heart, he hurriedly shook his head and said: "Mr. Chen, no matter what I, Wu Donghai, am like, I still abide by the rules of the underworld! Misfortune does not extend to family; I didn't do it."

Chen Jiajun just stared at Wu Donghai with a smile on his face and did not speak.

This look alone was enough to make Wu Donghai's skin crawl.

Just as cold sweat was continuously seeping from Wu Donghai's forehead, Chen Jiajun suddenly laughed: "Good, since you say it wasn't you who did it, then I believe you!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Wu Donghai let out a long sigh of relief.

He was truly afraid that if he didn't say the right thing, he would be killed by someone Chen Jiajun ordered.

Wu Donghai hurriedly said: "Many thanks for Mr. Chen's trust!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and passed over a Cigar, saying: "I heard you and Huo Qingsong have been having a very unpleasant time; is it because of the Red Oil business?"

Wu Donghai nodded and said with some difficulty: "I've been wanting to enter the real estate market recently, and I'm a bit short on cash! So I wanted to open up a new path to wealth and earn a bit more!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said: "I can understand! If it were me, I would do the same! However..."

Wu Donghai's heart trembled; listening to Chen Jiajun, it seemed he was going to stand up for Huo Qingsong.

This matter was developing toward the worst-case scenario he had anticipated.

However, he had no other way now; after all, Hongxing... the gap was too large.

Seeing Wu Donghai's ugly expression, Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not such an overbearing person. If I just told you not to interfere in this business, you certainly wouldn't be convinced! So I'll give you another choice; see how you like it!"

"I heard you are in the Pirated Disc business. It just so happens that Da Fei has a video rental company under him that is gathering dust. If you are willing to give up the Red Oil business, you can take this company; just give Da Fei a little money."

Wu Donghai was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected Chen Jiajun to want to trade the business in his hands with him.

For Wu Donghai, this condition was simply like a pie falling from the sky, and for a moment, it left him feeling dizzy.

When did Da Fei's pirated discs and adult discs start developing? It had been at least ten years, right? Not only were there numerous channels, but there was also complete equipment and a supply chain.

If he could get his hands on this, it would certainly be more profitable than selling Red Oil.

Thinking of this, Wu Donghai immediately abandoned the idea of Red Oil and agreed to it in one breath.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "I knew you were a smart man! Come, let's have a drink!"

With the deal made, the two sides naturally communicated very happily. Wu Donghai kept talking about how he regarded Chen Jiajun as his idol, and Chen Jiajun did not hesitate to teach Wu Donghai the tricks of doing business.

In short, the matter was handled by Chen Jiajun, and all it cost was the pirated business that Da Fei was prepared to throw away.

After Da Fei took control of Hongxing Film, he increasingly felt that pirated discs were undermining his foundation.

Therefore, he had already wanted to cut this business.

However, that guy Da Fei would never do a business where he lost out. Once the piracy was cut, he would immediately unite various departments of the Hong Kong film and television industry to pressure the Hong Kong Government, forcing the Hong Kong Government to vigorously crack down on the piracy industry.

By then, Wu Donghai? He would have to pray for his own luck! After settling Wu Donghai, Chen Jiajun met with several other people who did Red Oil business.

New Territories, Xiqing, and so on; as for the Yifeng boss Su Xingbai, he was his own subordinate, so it was a matter of one word and didn't need to be so troublesome.

Chen Jiajun's reputation was still useful; after some persuasion, he took all the Red Oil business into his own hands.

Only then did he call for Huo Qingsong.

Huo Qingsong had been frantic during this period because of his son's kidnapping. Fortunately, Li Wenbin was capable enough and already had leads; he was currently sending people to investigate place by place, and he believed there would be results soon.

Therefore, when Huo Qingsong heard Chen Jiajun's invitation, he rushed over immediately.

"The matter of your son being kidnapped was not done by Wu Donghai," Chen Jiajun said directly to Huo Qingsong.

Huo Qingsong was stunned: "If it wasn't him, then who could it be?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly: "Think about it carefully?"

Huo Qingsong's brain had originally been a mess, but today, after hearing Chen Jiajun's words, he suddenly saw the light.

Now, besides his competitor Wu Donghai, the ones who disliked him the most were the Gweilo from England.

He had been smuggling Red Oil to the mainland for years, and it had long since been discovered by the Gweilo.

It was not impossible that the Gweilo had set up this trap.

Huo Qingsong said with a look of horror: "Could it be... those Gweilo?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "Even if it isn't, they are definitely involved! This is no longer a simple business matter; do you dare to take a gamble with me?"

"Ah?" Huo Qingsong was stunned: "What does Mr. Chen want to gamble on?"

"Gambling with your life, using your life to gamble against the Gweilo, do you dare?" Chen Jiajun said with a sharp look in his eyes. Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Huo Qingsong was shaken to his core.

After a moment of silence, he said: "I, Huo Qingsong, have a worthless life; it doesn't matter if I die, but my son..."

"I guarantee your wife and son will be fine!" Chen Jiajun lit a Cigar and said calmly.

Huo Qingsong stared fixedly at Chen Jiajun and said: "Is that true? Don't blame me for being too blunt, but if you want to push me out to fight the Gweilo, I need your guarantee!"

Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "I said it; you can ask Mr. Huo to vouch for it!"

"Good, I'll do it!" Huo Qingsong gritted his teeth and said: "As long as you can save my son, I, Huo Qingsong, will be your pawn, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Wen Bin has narrowed the scope of the investigation. My Information Department will take action next, and I can bring your son here in half an hour. Before that, take a look at this!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun handed several documents to Huo Qingsong.

After looking at them, Huo Qingsong's eyes widened immediately, because these were several companies specializing in Red Oil smuggling, belonging to different triads.

Now that these things were in his own hands, it meant that from now on, he would be the sole master of the Red Oil business in Hong Kong! At this moment, Huo Qingsong finally got to see the extent of Chen Jiajun's power.

Chen Jiajun chuckled and said: "How about it? As long as you win this bet, you will be the Red Oil King of Hong Kong in the future! Is this reward rich enough?"

Huo Qingsong said with some trepidation: "Mr. Chen, since you are capable of reaching this point, there must be no shortage of people willing to die for you, right? Why choose me?"

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "Because you sell oil to the motherland!"

"Ah? Does that count as a reason?" Huo Qingsong said with a look of surprise.

"If I say it counts, it counts!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "But you have to agree to one condition. After you become the Red Oil King of Hong Kong, the Red Oil sold to the motherland can only be charged at cost price plus shipping. How about it?"

"No problem!" Huo Qingsong agreed directly without even thinking.

Chen Jiajun patted Huo Qingsong on the shoulder and said: "After your wife and son arrive, I will send them to Brunei. The President there is my man! If you win, your wife and children can return to Hong Kong soon. If you lose, I will give your wife a house, a decent job, and a sum of money to raise your son!"

"And after you take over these things, it means you have to face the Gweilo head-on! If you can hold on, Hong Kong might see another Boss Huo with a resounding name!"

After hearing this, Huo Qingsong's eyes flashed with raging fire, and something called ambition was already becoming uncontrollable! Just as Chen Jiajun expected, half an hour later, the Information Officer brought Huo Qingsong's son over.

The kid had been locked in an oil tanker for two full days. Apart from being dirty and a bit lethargic, he hadn't suffered any other harm.

Huo Qingsong could be said to be overjoyed and immediately notified his wife.

Family reunion is a very heartwarming thing. Chen Jiajun did not disturb them much, only letting Huo Qingsong leave after sending his wife and children off to keep watch.

Huo Qingsong nodded gratefully at Chen Jiajun, then spent some time with his wife and son.

In the evening, Huo Qingsong sent the mother and son to the airport: "You go to Brunei for a period of time. After I finish the business, I will pick you up and bring you back!"

Huo Qingsong's wife was no fool; his triad business was originally a family industry.

Naturally, she knew that Huo Qingsong was going to do something dangerous, but she didn't say much, only saying one sentence: "Come see me alive!"

Just like that, accompanied by Chen Jiajun's subordinates, they boarded the plane leaving Hong Kong.

After his wife and children left, Huo Qingsong's expression became sharp, and he said directly to his bodyguard: "Notify everyone to come to my house for a meeting! At the same time, release the news that I have taken over the entire Red Oil smuggling business in Hong Kong!"

The bodyguard was startled at first, then nodded and said: "I understand, Boss!"

……

On the other side, in Chen Jiajun's office.

Wen Bin came to see his "Chen Shushu" with a depressed look on his face.

"What's wrong, Wen Bin, unhappy?" Chen Jiajun said to Wen Bin with a smile.

Wen Bin said speechlessly: "You told me there was something fishy about this case, so I kept investigating. What is the situation now? And Huo Qingsong clearly has some big moves!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said: "Don't be anxious. There is a reason why I didn't let you continue."

"Then you should tell me!" Wen Bin was so angry he laughed at Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "Because if you keep investigating, you will find that this matter leads to the Gweilo! You finally climbed to the position of Senior Inspector, and I don't think there is any need for you to lose this position!"

Wen Bin immediately frowned: "What does this have to do with the Gweilo?"

Chen Jiajun told Wen Bin about Huo Qingsong's Red Oil business.

Wen Bin was silent for a long time, looked up at Chen Jiajun and said: "Chen Shushu, must we take sides?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "We must! Hong Kong is really too small; there is no room for the Local Faction to survive. Either choose the motherland, or choose the Gweilo!"

Actually, Chen Jiajun had thought about Wen Bin's idea before.

But he found that it wouldn't work no matter what. Even though he had nearly 100,000 demon slave subordinates, each with quality comparable to elite troops, he still couldn't do it.

Hong Kong was simply too important to the motherland of this era, so important that even if they were penniless, they would not hesitate to go to war with England.

Even if Chen Jiajun was Huaxia, the motherland might not be able to tolerate Chen Jiajun taking Hong Kong into his own embrace.

And Chen Jiajun himself, whether considering it from an emotional perspective or from an interest perspective, did not want to, nor was he willing to, come into conflict with the motherland.

Therefore, he came up with the Broken Sword Plan.

He thought of the method of the dove occupying the magpie's nest in Brunei.

Is it that Chen Jiajun cannot take down Hong Kong? It is just that he is unwilling.

And this palm-sized place of Hong Kong has too little space, which has already made Chen Jiajun feel a bit unable to stretch his limbs.

If Chen Jiajun were to cause any stir in Hong Kong now, it is estimated that before the motherland could make a move, the Gweilo of England would have to fight him to the death.

Although England is currently in a steady decline, it does not yet have the title of "the shame of the five permanent members." (End of chapter)