Chapter 447: California Consortium

On the other side, Chen Jiajun had already begun authorizing Silva to launch operations here in the United States.

The primary target was that guy, Church.

Although his resume was very simple, it seemed impossible to dig anything up.

But who was Silva? A former candidate for 007, a Legendary Agent who had turned MI6 upside down single-handedly.

He had once nearly controlled the entire MI6 Information Organization, so even if the opponent was a high-ranking CIA official, it was merely a slight challenge for Silva.

After several days of investigation, Silva finally had a response.

It just so happened that Barney and Christmas had also rushed back from Valin Na Island.

Chen Jiajun took the opportunity to call them over for a meeting.

Barney reported his investigation findings to Chen Jiajun straightforwardly: "I discovered that Church's claim that he wanted us to deal with the warlord on the island was fake; the actual target is this guy!"

As he spoke, Barney handed the photo directly to Chen Jiajun and continued: "We discovered that the actual controller of this island is not that General, but this guy! That General seems more like his puppet!"

"Currently, all we know is that this guy is an American; we don't know any further information!"

Silva glanced at the photo, sneered, and said: "James Monroe! Former CIA Agent, now running drug smuggling operations with General Garza!"

Hearing Silva's words, Barney was instantly stunned: "What, he's a former CIA Agent!"

Silva sneered and said: "What's so strange about that? Isn't that what the CIA has always been like?"

Regarding this question, Barney had nothing to say.

Christmas interjected: "But they are both affiliated with the CIA, why would they suddenly turn on each other, and why would they want us to take this guy out?"

Silva said calmly: "Didn't you hear what was just said? This James Monroe is cooperating with General Garza to run drug smuggling! Don't you know that these South American Drug Lords are the CIA's money bags?"

Christmas suddenly realized, but then he thought of something else and said with a look of horror: "That means the Big Boss taking out Pablo is the reason this bastard is giving us trouble?"

"You could say that!" Silva said with a calm expression: "As far as I know, Church doesn't have the authorization to dispatch Special Forces to take this guy out; it likely has to do with internal factional disputes within the CIA!"

"So he specifically found you to take the commission; once this guy is dead, Church will throw you out as scapegoats!"

Christmas was instantly enraged: "That damn bald guy, he's so fucking sinister!"

Chen Jiajun rested his chin on his hand and said: "The situation is already very clear now; Church intends to take out people from other factions within the CIA and wants to make us hostile toward them!"

"We're in trouble whether we do it or not!" Barney said with a headache. Silva suddenly smiled sinisterly: "That's not necessarily true; we still have a third option!"

"Hmm?" Barney asked in surprise: "What other option is there?"

Silva said with a smile: "Expel James Monroe from Valin Na Island and return the struggle to them!"

"But the problem isn't solved yet; as long as we don't take this guy out, Church will still come looking for trouble with us." Barney looked at Silva, confused.

Silva said calmly: "That depends on your ability. As long as you can convince General Garza to stand on our side and expose what the CIA is doing on Valin Na Island, pushing the CIA into the spotlight, how would they have any time to come looking for trouble with us?"

Hearing Silva's plan, Barney and Christmas's eyes both lit up.

But then, they both got a headache again: "It's just that this General Garza probably won't be that easy to convince, right?"

Silva smiled and said: "Barney, didn't you have a very pleasant chat with that General Garza's daughter?"

"Garza's daughter?" Barney was instantly stunned: "Who?"

"Sandra! The guide you had when you went to Valin Na Island!" Silva said with a smile.

"She's General Garza's daughter?" Barney said in shock: "But I remember her saying her parents were dead!"

Silva chuckled: "If there wasn't a father-daughter relationship, why do you think she, a woman, would be able to lead you two around the island?"

Silva said with a smile: "Now it's up to you. Getting Sandra on board will be enough to make the CIA suffer; at the very least, it can cause a period of internal chaos for them."

Hearing Silva's words, Christmas, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He really couldn't imagine what Barney using a honey trap would look like.

Barney roared at Christmas in annoyance: "Shut up!"

"Alright, alright, I won't laugh!" Christmas quickly waved his hands and said.

Chen Jiajun followed up with a smile: "Don't worry, I will also send people to go with you to have a chat with that General Garza."

Hearing Chen Jiajun say this, Barney finally felt at ease.

However, he couldn't help but ask: "Is this really going to work?"

Silva said with a smile: "I guarantee it will work. Once the CIA falls into internal chaos, our chance for a counterattack will come."

"Wait?" Christmas interrupted their conversation and said to Silva with an incredulous look: "That's the CIA, and you're thinking about a counterattack?"

Silva spread his hands and said: "What's so strange about that? It's not the first time!"

"It's not the first time?" Christmas's tone became sharp.

Silva said calmly: "Our Boss raided over a dozen CIA contact points in Macau and took out nearly thirty CIA Agents."

"Hiss!" This time, let alone Christmas, even Barney couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder Chen Jiajun wasn't the least bit surprised when he heard the CIA was behind this, and was even somewhat eager to act.

It turned out he had already had a run-in with the CIA.

To be able to go against the CIA and still live so freely, and even be able to conduct business in the United States, Chen Jiajun's power must be far greater than they had imagined.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said: "Alright, don't make a fuss over such a small matter; everyone go do your work!"

Barney and Christmas stood up: "Understood, Boss!"

Since Chen Jiajun wasn't afraid, they were even less so.

They were mercenaries who were already used to a life of licking blood off a blade; what did it matter if they were up against the CIA? Barney had long since been unable to stand Church's arrogant demeanor.

As for Chen Jiajun, he needed to go meet the people from the California Consortium with Cao Weicai.

San Francisco, Harbor District, El Cerrito Avenue.

In front of a massive Zhuangyuan called the "Western White House."

Chen Jiajun and Cao Weicai were invited inside by the Butler.

What Chen Jiajun did not expect, however, was that the person Cao Weicai had brought him to meet was actually the current chairman of the California Consortium, Gianini.

This old man was a descendant of Italian immigrants and had single-handedly founded the predecessor to the current Bank of America, the Bank of Italy.

During the Second World War, this old man made a fortune from the war, which brought him enormous profits.

But good times did not last; due to a failure in a power struggle, the majority voting rights of the Bank of America were already controlled by the Morgan Consortium and the Citibank Consortium.

Although the Bank of America was founded by this old man, he no longer had any say.

Yet even so, Chen Jiajun still did not dare to underestimate this descendant of Italian immigrants.

So he whispered to Cao Weicai, "How did you manage to make this connection?"

Cao Weicai spread his hands and said, "I don't know either; it was Gianini who took the initiative to meet us."

After Cao Weicai had multiple contacts with the California Consortium, he did not expect that the other party would also be quite interested in Chen Jiajun.

It was not just about the Titan Group under Chen Jiajun, but also his several investments in the United States.

Especially Intel and the recent Yahoo, both of which had obtained extraordinary returns, which attracted the attention of many people. Riding the tour vehicle of the Zhuangyuan, they arrived at a garden.

Chen Jiajun saw an old man in casual clothes tending to a grapevine.

"Sir, the guests have arrived," the Butler said to Gianini before voluntarily stepping back.

The old man turned around, revealing a kind smile, and said, "Both of you, please sit!"

"Hello, Mr. Gianini!" Cao Weicai smiled and greeted the old man, saying, "This is my Boss, Chen Jiajun!"

Chen Jiajun reached out his hand to shake the old man's, and the old man smiled and said, "Mr. Chen is much younger than I imagined. To be able to start from scratch and achieve such great success at such a young age, I didn't have your ability back in my day, Mr. Chen."

Chen Jiajun said modestly, "You flatter me!"

After sitting down, the old man said to Chen Jiajun, "I heard that Mr. Chen is planning to make a big move here in San Francisco?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "San Francisco has Silicon Valley; for me, this is an investment paradise!"

The old man nodded and said, "Mr. Chen's vision is indeed sharp. Intel, a company that was originally on the verge of bankruptcy, actually made a comeback against the trend after receiving your investment!"

Intel's recent trend was indeed very impressive; after six consecutive months of losses, under the leadership of CEO Andy, they fought a beautiful turnaround battle.

In just this one year, Intel directly shook off its losses, reaching a net profit of 5.2 billion dollars and sales of 21 billion dollars.

Such a track record was enough to make people take notice.

Coupled with Yahoo, which had recently gone public and was being frantically snapped up by Wall Street.

Even if Chen Jiajun wanted to keep a low profile, he would still be targeted by others.

The United States is a society that is very superstitious about success.

The effects brought by continuous success can solve many important things.

Just like the entry ticket Chen Jiajun had always wanted.

Gianini did not talk nonsense either, and said directly to Chen Jiajun, "Mr. Chen, I won't beat around the bush. I heard before that you gave up a portion of Yahoo's shares to Goldman Sachs. I wonder if I have the opportunity to cooperate with you?"

Someone had already entered the game at Intel, and it was too late for Gianini to get in now.

Although Chen Jiajun was the largest private shareholder, there were many people who were bullish on Intel, and this ship was already full.

So he settled for the next best thing and chose Yahoo.

After all, Chen Jiajun's investment vision and the United Aerospace Capital under his command still had some substance.

Chen Jiajun immediately smiled and said, "It would be wonderful to have you join!"

Chen Jiajun knew that with Yahoo's current scale, it was not yet enough to be noticed by the California Consortium.

This investment should be Gianini's own idea.

However, this old man was the chairman of the California Consortium after all; being able to build a relationship with him would be of great help for joining the California Consortium later.

But this matter could not be rushed; haste makes waste.

Finally, after negotiations between the two sides, Chen Jiajun gave up another 8% of the shares.

Gianini had a very good impression of Chen Jiajun and kept Chen Jiajun and Cao Weicai for dinner.

After coming out of the "Western White House", the sky had already dimmed.

The two called the driver to return to the hotel.

"Should I get a house here too?" Chen Jiajun said while rubbing his chin.

Although living in a hotel is convenient and there are people to help clean up.

But the privacy is always a bit lacking.

And I have to say, he was stimulated today by the luxurious "Western White House" of this old guy Gianini.

Cao Weicai smiled and said, "Getting one is fine; anyway, I see that the real estate here is still going to rise!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Alright, then you go and help me contact a real estate agent, and I'll go take a look when the time comes!"

Cao Weicai nodded, and after sending Chen Jiajun back to the hotel, he let the driver take him home.

Walking into the hotel lobby, Chen Jiajun heard a quarrel.

Turning his head to look, he discovered a bald fat man was pestering a beautiful woman; the relationship between the two seemed somewhat complicated.

When Chen Jiajun saw this woman, he always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen her.

However, he had seen many people, so he didn't pay too much attention.

Walking into the elevator and preparing to return to his suite, a hand blocked the elevator door.

Subsequently, Chen Jiajun saw the bald fat man from just now hugging the woman and walking into the elevator.

The bald fat man seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol, and the beautiful woman was almost drunk to the point of collapse, being supported by the bald man into the elevator.

After seeing Chen Jiajun and the other, the bald man ignored Chen Jiajun and Dumu entirely and impatiently began to grope the woman.

Although the woman was almost drunk to the point of collapse, she had not completely lost consciousness.

She struggled to resist the bald man's wandering hands.

But for a woman, this seemed somewhat futile.

The bald man let out a weird, cackling laugh: "Little model from Italy, I advise you to serve me well tonight; who knows, I might be feeling generous enough to take you to Hollywood to see the sights!"

The girl pushed the man hard, and after finding she couldn't budge him, she opened her mouth to call out to Chen Jiajun for help: "Save... save me! I don't... know this man!"

Hearing the woman's cry for help, before Chen Jiajun could even react.

The bald man spoke to Chen Jiajun with a fierce look on his face: "Yellow-skinned monkey, I advise you best not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise I'll make you pay dearly!"

Chen Jiajun had seen plenty of these kinds of rotten situations, so he was quite used to it.

He also had absolutely no intention of playing the "hero saving the beauty."

But this bald man had a foul mouth, and Chen Jiajun felt he had to teach him a lesson.

"Dumu, make this bastard sober up!" Chen Jiajun said in a cold voice.

Only then did the drunken bald man notice that a burly man over two meters tall was following beside Chen Jiajun.

He looked at Dumu with a terrified expression, just about to say something.

But he was grabbed by the head by Dumu's fan-like hand, and then brought into intimate contact with the elevator wall.

It was as if he were holding a rag, helping to clean the elevator.

The bald man was a coward, and before Dumu had messed with him for long, he passed out cold.

"Throw him out!" Chen Jiajun saw the elevator stop at a floor, then told Dumu to throw the bald man out.

Dumu scratched his head and pointed at the woman, who couldn't even stand steadily, saying: "What about her?"

Chen Jiajun sighed: "Find a guest room later and let her sleep for the night, then send her away tomorrow morning!"

Although this woman was quite attractive, Chen Jiajun had no intention of "picking up a corpse."

Helping the woman out was purely a good deed. (End of chapter)