Chapter 46: Feihong of Ciyunshan

After finishing the discussion about A-Goods with Shisimei, Han Bin, and Jing Kun, Chen Jiajun kept only Jing Kun behind.

Chen Jiajun pulled out a pack of Red Man cigarettes and handed one to Jing Kun: "A Kun, do you still have any money on hand? It must be clean money."

Jing Kun looked up in surprise; damn it, he had already given him 10 million!

Liangzai Jun! Try to act like a human being!

As for Chen Jiajun's form of address for him, it had changed from Kun Ge to A Kun.

He, however, did not mind; after all, Chen Jiajun's current territory and strength were already on par with his own.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun comforted him: "Don't be nervous. I have a way to make money and want to take you along to make a quick buck, so you can see the capabilities of Lanzai Jun and stop worrying!"

"Quick money, how quick?" Jing Kun immediately set his mind at ease.

Chen Jiajun explained slowly: "Stock speculation. A company called Jiamei recently acquired the Gold Gate Building from the Land Group. Have you heard of it?"

"Don't keep me in suspense, hurry up and say it." Jing Kun became interested as soon as he heard this.

Chen Jiajun said: "I have inside information. You put your money with me, I invest it, and in the next few months, it will double. It's all clean money. Are you in or not?"

Those who deal in powder and work the sidelines can be said to be the group of people in all of Hong Kong with the most cash.

Chen Jiajun taking Jing Kun to make money was naturally to give him a little sweetness, to avoid trouble later on.

Of course, it was impossible for him to sincerely take him to make money; he would take the lion's share, and the rest would be Jing Kun's.

Spending other people's money to do big things—this was Chen Jiajun's motto!

"Damn, where did you get this wind?" Jing Kun looked Chen Jiajun up and down, not believing that Chen Jiajun could receive such news that was like picking up money.

Chen Jiajun filled Jing Kun's teacup: "I have channels. In this day and age, dealing in powder is already outdated. I treat you as a brother now, it just depends on whether you have the guts."

"How about this, I still have 10 million there, clean money. Which company did they acquire?" Jing Kun hesitated for a moment and asked.

Chen Jiajun said: "I can't tell you the name of this company to prevent the news from leaking. Such a large company as the Jiamei Group, how could they not be listed? As for the money, you transfer it to me. If you are worried, I will mortgage the Guojun Building to you. That should put your mind at ease, right?"

"Damn, why mortgage it to me? How about this, I'll send someone to transfer the money to you tomorrow. You just write me an IOU. I'll trust you once!"

At that moment, Jing Kun had no more doubts, if for no other reason than for the name Liangzai Jun.

Jing Kun also approved from the bottom of his heart of the A-Goods business that Chen Jiajun spoke of.

Just at this time, a young demon underling ran in and whispered a few words in Chen Jiajun's ear.

Chen Jiajun frowned slightly as he listened, then stood up and said to Jing Kun: "A Kun, I won't entertain you anymore, I have some urgent business."

Jing Kun nodded, waved his hand and said: "Fine, I'll go find a girl to blow off some steam. The money will be transferred to you tomorrow."

"Done!"

Arriving at the Heaven on Earth Nightclub office.

As soon as Chen Jiajun entered the door, he saw such a scene.

He saw several fierce-looking young demon slaves wearing security uniforms, arms crossed, staring at a corner of the room.

And in the corner, a guy with a shifty-eyed appearance, beaten black and blue, was huddled there shivering.

"Big Brother, he is the one who stole our car."

A young demon slave said this while kicking the shifty-eyed thief.

"Ouch!" The thief let out a miserable cry, covered his head and said: "Big Brothers, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again. You Hung Hing bosses, I am an underling of Changle, my big brother is Feihong of Changle, please let me off..."

"Feihong of Changle is your big brother?"

Chen Jiajun sat down and asked with interest.

It is said that snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths; the Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their own magic.

Among all the societies in Hong Kong, Hung Hing mainly relies on collecting protection fees and running venues for a living; Wang Bao and Heishui Qiang rely on dealing in powder for a living. Of course, there is also an ancient profession that relies on stealing for a living.

Feihong of Changle mainly relies on stealing for a living; he steals whatever is valuable. Stealing cars is their main source of income. They don't sell them in Hong Kong after stealing them, but sell them to the Mainland and overseas—a business with no capital and ten thousand times the profit.

He didn't expect this blind Changle underling to have stolen from him.

It just so happened that he had bought stocks during this period and was dirt poor.

What do you call this? This is called someone bringing a pillow when you are sleepy.

"Yes, yes, yes, my big brother is Feihong. Boss, the underworld is about helping each other in emergencies, and you haven't really lost anything." Seeing that Chen Jiajun had heard of his big brother's name, the underling felt a bit more confident.

Chen Jiajun smiled upon hearing this, walked up to this Changle underling, looked at him with a condescending posture, and then slapped him across the face, throwing the mobile phone at him: "Call your big brother now, hurry up!"

After hesitating for a moment, the Changle underling picked up the mobile phone.

"Brother Feihong, I was caught by people from Hung Hing in Causeway Bay, please..."

"Are you eating shit? Can't you be a bit sharper?"

"I, I was also doing it for the society..."

Chen Jiajun snatched the mobile phone: "Feihong of Changle?"

"Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important. You bring money over to redeem your man."

"Screw you, kid, who do you follow?"

"Who is a kid? I am your father!"

"Watch your mouth! Who are you! Da B of Causeway Bay is very familiar with me! It's no big deal, just let him go!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "I am Chen Jiajun."

"I know you, Lanzai Jun, right? You used to follow Dalao B! Others are underlings and you are an underling, why are you so ignorant of the rules? Let him go immediately!" Feihong roared.

Feihong came out of Ciyunshan, a remote and desolate place, so the news was slow. Plus, Feihong's business didn't involve much fighting and killing, so he received a lot of news in the underworld quite late.

"If you say that again when you see me, I'll consider you a badass."

"Who doesn't dare to talk big!"

"Very good, I like tough people. I hope you will be tough in a moment."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun said coldly: "Lao E, you stay here to watch the house. Everyone else, gather the men and come with me to Changle's territory."

Dumu stood up and puffed out his chest, saying to the imp slaves: "Scum, did you hear that!"

In an instant.

At Guojun Building in Wanchai and several venues on Hennessy Road, the imp slaves received the news and walked quickly out the doors, the scene orderly and disciplined.

"Screech~"

Several braking sounds rang out in succession, five or six cars stopped at the entrance, and Chen Jiajun climbed into the driver's seat of the Mercedes-Benz SUV.

The fierce-looking, ugly-faced imp slaves pulled open the car doors and filed inside.

As for that Changle underling, he was hog-tied and tossed into the cargo bed of the Mercedes-Benz SUV, and several imp slaves with arms thicker than his thighs also jumped into the vehicle one after another.

The group drove aggressively toward the Kowloon Peninsula.

……

At the same time.

The desolate Glorious Nightclub.

Feihong of Changle called Dalao B, cursing and swearing: "Da B, Liangzai Jun is really not playing by the rules! How did you teach your underling? My man stole one of their cars, and he's blackmailing me? We're all in the life, is there any need for this?"

"Feihong! Your information is outdated. A Jun hasn't been the Lanzai Jun of the past for a long time, go get some wind of the situation!" Dalao B was smoking a cigarette and drinking foreign liquor, looking tipsy.

Feihong continued to curse and swear: "Damn! So what? I'm notifying you, if he doesn't release the person, watch out, I won't give you any face!"

"I'm no longer his boss, it has nothing to do with me." Dalao B shook his head.

This Feihong of Changle had no idea what the situation was.

However, thinking of this, Dalao B's eyes lit up, and he said: "Right, I'll give you a business deal, it just depends on whether you have the guts!"

"What is it?" Feihong said.

Dalao B smoked his cigarette, his eyes flashing with a murderous glint as he said: "He's taking a few carloads of people and heading your way; you help me finish him off, and I'll give you 2 million!"

(End of this chapter)