Chapter 499: The Right to Name a Price

That night, Jack and the other FBI agents received the news and rushed to the scene.

Working overtime in the middle of the night, everyone was full of Evil Qi.

The Deputy Captain said to Jack, "Brother, something big happened here!"

Jack walked over to take a look and was also shocked by the scene before him.

The Deputy Captain shrugged and said, "They are all Japan gangsters, standing in a row, as if they were executed!"

Jack looked around carefully, then said, "This is a robbery!"

"What?" the FBI rookie said with a confused look, "How can you tell?"

Jack pointed to the vehicles nearby and said, "Look at the distance between these cars; these guys were escorting something important! Whatever it is, it is definitely important!"

"These people are guard dogs, yet they left their guns in the cars. Only one type of person can make these guys submit so obediently!"

The Deputy Captain reacted quickly, nodded, and said, "Police!"

"At least, the police they believed them to be!" Jack said with a serious expression.

Hearing this, the two mascot police sergeants from the San Francisco Police Department became nervous on the spot: "Wait, wait, you mean... the police did this?"

Jack said mercilessly, "At least it has something to do with the police!"

This was a very serious accusation, and the sergeant immediately argued, "That's impossible. By that logic, it could be you guys too!"

Jack didn't want to waste any more breath on these two mascots, so he said to the Deputy Captain, "I remember you guys investigated the guy who gave the green light to Liangchuan Shiro's smuggling before?"

"That's right, Sergeant Andrews!" The Deputy Captain nodded and said, "Boss, you mean, this guy betrayed Liangchuan Shiro?"

Jack said indifferently, "Anything is possible. Besides, how could a dirty cop have professional ethics? Whoever pays more, he helps!"

The Deputy Captain nodded: "That's true, but what do we do?"

"I plan to go find this Sergeant Andrews and have a good chat!" Jack said coldly.

At night, at a warehousing and logistics company under the Zhang Family enterprise.

Inside Warehouse Number Sixteen.

The men were dismantling the accessories on several police cars, and in a short while, they made the police cars disappear silently, turning them into several inconspicuous sedans.

The remaining men unloaded a luxury sports car from a truck.

Xiaofu carefully examined the sports car, then directly lifted the place where the convertible top was stored.

Then everyone saw a metal box appear before them.

Xiaofu opened the box, and inside were two well-wrapped Golden Horses.

Seeing this, Di Wu immediately wanted to reach out and grab them.

Unfortunately, Xiaofu grabbed Di Wu's hand, the warning in his eyes very intense.

Di Wu shook off Xiaofu's hand in annoyance, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Xiaofu also sneered, repacked the items, appearing very professional.

While Xiaofu was carrying out his plan, Chen Jiajun had already arrived at the territory of the Huaqing Gang.

After experiencing internal strife in the eighties, the Huaqing Gang was no longer the glory it once was.

You must know that at the peak of the Huaqing Gang, they could even compete with the Mexico Drug Cartel, and even had their own islands and private armed forces overseas.

Moreover, the Huaqing Gang was very close to the Italy mafia, and both sides cooperated very happily.

It was just that an internal conflict inevitably led the Huaqing Gang down a path of decline.

At that time, many members of the Huaqing Gang split off and formed new gangs, which greatly weakened the strength of the Huaqing Gang.

Later in San Francisco, the Leader of the Huaqing Gang was assassinated by people from the Zhang Family of the Number Gang, who snatched the San Francisco territory from their hands and drove them to other cities.

That is why Chen Jiajun was here to find the Huaqing Gang, rather than other forces.

In a Chinese Restaurant in Los Angeles Chinatown, Chen Jiajun brought Dumu inside.

The young man at the cashier waved his hand impatiently at Chen Jiajun and said, "We're already closed, go away, go away!"

Chen Jiajun glanced at the Majai who were smoking marijuana and drinking, shook his head and said, "Is this how your Huaqing Gang does business now?"

"Who the f*** are you!" The young man stood up immediately and roared at Chen Jiajun, "Do I need you to teach me how to do business?"

This young man was clearly an ABC; even when cursing, he used English.

Chen Jiajun looked at the blustering young man and said indifferently, "I really don't like people talking to me in that tone!"

"You f***ing..." The young man picked up a wine bottle, wanting to intimidate Chen Jiajun.

But Dumu, who was behind him, suddenly reached out one hand and grabbed the young man's wrist.

Compared to Dumu's strong physique, this young man was just like a bean sprout.

Dumu only needed to use a little bit of force to break his hand.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Let go, you f***er!" The young man immediately screamed, "Everyone get out here, someone is looking for trouble!"

Chen Jiajun didn't even look at these people, sat down at a table in the Restaurant, and picked up a newspaper to read slowly.

Then a large group of people ran out from the back of the Restaurant; some of these people were Chefs, some were chopping vegetables, some were washing dishes—they were all employees of the shop.

The middle-aged Chef leading them glared fiercely at Chen Jiajun and Dumu and said, "Who are you guys with? Daring to come to our Huaqing Gang's territory to find trouble!"

Chen Jiajun glanced at the Chef and said, "I have an appointment with your boss, Qian Keli! If possible, please serve me a plate of beef chow fun, a pork chop, and a glass of lemonade, thank you!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, the Chef was clearly stunned.

Then the young man from the cashier climbed up from the ground in a rage, grabbed a wine bottle, and was about to greet Dumu's head with it, shouting loudly, "Why talk so much nonsense, f*** him!"

With this kid taking the lead, the others also rushed toward Dumu regardless of anything else.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said to Dumu, "Don't kill them, give them some face on their own territory!" Dumu spread his hands and said, "Got it, boss!"

Then, under the astonished gaze of the middle-aged Chef, Dumu directly transformed into a terrifying meat grinder.

No matter who went up, Dumu would directly grab them and throw them out.

In less than a moment, everyone in the entire Restaurant, except for the Chef who was still standing, had been piled into a heap.

And the punk who had been shouting the loudest before was being used by Dumu as the base of the pile.

Chen Jiajun flipped through a newspaper while saying to the Chef: "Now, can you go prepare lunch for me? Please hurry, and don't bring out that stuff used to fool foreigners!"

Only then did the Chef seem to wake from a dream, his face looking ugly as he walked toward the back kitchen.

A moment later, the Chef brought out the few dishes Chen Jiajun had ordered and placed them on the table.

Only, with a very ugly expression, he said: "No one has ever dared to humiliate the Huaqing Gang like this!"

Chen Jiajun gave a disdainful sneer and said: "Then you tell me, how were you people driven out of San Francisco?"

Hearing this, the Chef's face turned even darker, practically like the bottom of a pot; he gave a cold snort and turned around to make a phone call.

After Chen Jiajun finished his lunch, a noisy sound came from the entrance.

A bald man with a gold necklace hanging around his neck walked in from outside.

Seeing his underlings collapsed all over the floor, the bald man walked straight up to Chen Jiajun, sat down, and said to Chen Jiajun with a smile: "Mr. Chen, why such a big temper! I was just a little late, there's no need to take your anger out on my underlings!"

The bald man before him was none other than the current boss of the Huaqing Gang, Qian Keli.

This guy was also a second-generation ABC, but compared to that punk from earlier, he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

At the very least, this guy could speak fluent Cantonese.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "Your underlings provoked my bodyguard themselves and even called people to surround and attack; I didn't let my bodyguard hurt anyone, which is already giving you plenty of face! You are truly the first person to make me wait while discussing business!"

Qian Keli did not think Chen Jiajun was lying, and he also knew what kind of trash his underlings were.

He could only smile somewhat awkwardly: "I hope you don't mind, I really had something come up at the last minute!"

Chen Jiajun put down the newspaper and said: "Alright, since you've arrived, let's talk about the real business!"

"Mr. Chen coming to find me for business is an honor!" Qian Keli said with a smile: "I wonder what Mr. Chen has in mind?"

Although Qian Keli was here in the United States, he was not completely ignorant of affairs in Hong Kong.

On the contrary, the more he understood about Chen Jiajun, the more humble he appeared.

Because the young man before him could be called a true God of Wealth.

The scale of his industries in the United States was not something they, as gangsters, could even touch.

With such a God of Wealth coming to find him for business, Qian Keli naturally had to treat Chen Jiajun like an idol.

Never mind that he had beaten his underlings; even if he had beaten him as well, Qian Keli would still have to keep a smiling face right now.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said: "Good, then I'll be direct! Are you interested in the territory of the Zhang Family and the Yamaguchi-gumi in San Francisco?"

"Hmm?" Qian Keli was stunned on the spot upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, and then he said cautiously: "Mr. Chen, are you... joking with me?"

Chen Jiajun glanced at him and said: "Do you think I'm so idle that I have time to come and joke with you?"

Qian Keli's eyes widened immediately as he said: "You don't mean... that's impossible, right!"

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "Nothing is impossible! Because of some matters, I am going to move against these two organizations! However, I have no intention of developing a syndicate in the United States, so I came to you!"

"As long as you give me a reasonable price, I can let you take over the territory of these two gangs without losing a single soldier!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Qian Keli immediately became conflicted.

To say he didn't want to take back the San Francisco territory would be impossible.

Qian Keli still remembered his old man's words, but the current Huaqing Gang was already in its twilight years.

The departure of organizations like the Yueqing Gang, the Heilong Gang, and the Bailong Gang had caused the Huaqing Gang to bleed heavily; now, even with such a tempting condition placed before him by Chen Jiajun, Qian Keli had no ability to take it.

So Qian Keli hesitated for a moment and said to Chen Jiajun: "Mr. Chen, our Huaqing Gang has been having a hard time lately, could you see if..."

Chen Jiajun looked at Qian Keli's hesitant appearance, shook his head, and said: "Business is business. This is our first time meeting, there's no reason for you to get a free ride!"

The words Qian Keli wanted to say were shoved right back down his throat, and he immediately became embarrassed.

After pondering for a long time, Qian Keli didn't know what to do either.

He simply gave up and said to Chen Jiajun: "Since Mr. Chen has come to our Huaqing Gang, you must have taken a fancy to some resource of ours. Just take whatever you find useful, how about that?"

Handing the power of naming a price to someone else was clearly a major taboo in business negotiations.

But Qian Keli had no better way now.

The San Francisco territory was simply too important to the Huaqing Gang.

That was why Qian Keli resorted to this desperate measure.

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "Aren't you afraid I'll open my mouth like a lion!"

"A big figure like you, Mr. Chen, wouldn't look down on the meager assets of our Huaqing Gang!" Qian Keli shook his head and said: "If you don't even want the industries in the San Francisco territory, what else could you possibly fancy?"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said: "Good, since you've said so, then I won't be polite..."

The two talked for a long time, not finishing until the evening lights began to shine.

Qian Keli played the host and treated Chen Jiajun to a proper Cantonese meal.

After all, when the Huaqing Gang first started, it was founded by a group of chefs who could no longer endure oppression.

Therefore, the Huaqing Gang didn't have much, but they had an especially large number of Chinese restaurants.

After eating and drinking their fill, Chen Jiajun stood up to take his leave, saying to Qian Keli before he left: "When things are ready on the San Francisco side, I will call you! At that time, have what I want prepared!"

Qian Keli nodded hurriedly and said: "No problem, Mr. Chen!" (End of chapter)