Chapter 74: Emergency Meeting

Jing Kun swept his gaze over the expressions of the few people present and laughed, "Jiang Tiansheng is engaging in isolation."

"Damn it! We three brothers have slogged for him for so long, and now he's pulling this discriminatory treatment?"

Han Bin put down his watermelon and cursed loudly.

"The brothers have worked hard for so many years, and we are all Hung Hing people; what is the meaning of this?" Konglong said, taking a cigarette from his cigarette case.

Chen Jiajun crossed his arms and said slowly, "Perhaps this matter has to do with me. You all usually stay quite close to me, and everyone knows that Mr. Jiang likes me the least."

"If Jiang Tiansheng does this, the underlings below won't be convinced. Who will do the work from now on?" Shisimei exhaled a puff of smoke and took a sip of whiskey.

"Exactly, our territories are the largest in Hung Hing! Without our hard work, how could Jiang Tiansheng be so comfortable? If he wants to play it this way, then why should we pay the tribute fees!"

Han Bin was somewhat agitated.

One does not worry about scarcity, but about inequality; that is the principle.

"Alright, I think the answer will be revealed tomorrow."

A glimmer of realization had already vaguely formed in Chen Jiajun's mind.

……

The next day,

On the main road directly facing the Hung Hing Headquarters, one unmarked car after another was parked, containing many plainclothes officers from the Anti-Triad Unit.

According to Hung Hing's rules, unless there was a major event, meetings were rarely called suddenly, so these Anti-Triad Unit officers were very nervous, fearing that something big might happen.

By the time Chen Jiajun brought Dumu, Lao E, and the others to the Zhongyi Hall of the Hung Hing Headquarters, Jiang Tiansheng and Chen Yao, who usually arrived last, were already sitting there.

The Zhafit, Red Pole, and core members inside the Zhongyi Hall were all sitting upright, their expressions grave.

Even Ji Ge, who usually liked to crack jokes, was the same.

Moreover, these people didn't even greet Chen Jiajun when he walked in, each of them avoiding eye contact.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun was certain in his heart that today's emergency Hung Hing meeting was aimed at him.

Chen Jiajun smiled at Jiang Tiansheng and said, "Mr. Jiang, good morning."

"Since everyone is here, let's start the meeting directly."

After Chen Jiajun sat down, Jiang Tiansheng, expressionless, suddenly launched an attack and shouted at Chen Jiajun, "Chen Jiajun! How much in total did you embezzle from the Wanchai Hall funds!"

"Last month you only paid ten thousand dollars in tribute fees; where did the rest of the money go!"

Following Jiang Tiansheng's roar, over a dozen gunmen rushed in from outside the Zhongyi Hall, each holding a Handgun aimed at Chen Jiajun, Dumu, Lao E, and Ya Qi. At the same time, the Hung Hing God of War, Taizi, stood up and positioned himself behind Chen Jiajun, ready to act at any moment!

The change happened in an instant!

Ya Qi looked disdainful, produced a Samurai Sword, and placed his hand on the hilt.

Lao E also pulled out a Long Knife as if performing a magic trick.

Dumu stood up, as immovable as Mount Tai.

"Don't be agitated," Chen Jiajun said calmly. "Everyone sit down!"

"Very well! Chen Jiajun! It seems you have long had the intention to rebel!" Jiang Tiansheng sneered.

The eyes of the Causeway Bay weaklings were filled with schadenfreude, and the other hall Zhafit also had varying expressions.

Jing Kun's hoarse voice rang out, still with that lazy attitude: "Mr. Jiang, you say Chen Jiajun embezzled hall funds; may I ask what evidence you have on hand first?"

"Mr. Jiang, is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

"Mr. Jiang, Jing Jun just took his position; how much hall money could he possibly embezzle?!"

Shisimei and Han Bin also spoke up one after another for Chen Jiajun.

"Bang!"

Jiang Tiansheng slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Chen Jiajun: "Chen Jiajun, will you say it yourself, or should I say it!"

Chen Jiajun smiled: "Please, go ahead."

"Your hall's accounts are well-kept, and indeed no flaws can be seen, but I ask you! The 15 million shares of Hanmei stock you acquired—where did that money come from?"

Jiang Tiansheng's voice grew louder, and his tone became increasingly angry, like a tiger ready to devour someone at any moment.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

A round of applause rang out in the hall, and the source of the applause was none other than Chen Jiajun. Chen Jiajun even calmly and leisurely took a pack of Red Man from his pocket and lit one up.

"Is that it? Do you want an explanation?"

After taking a puff of his cigarette, Chen Jiajun looked up at Jiang Tiansheng.

"You speak; I really want to see what else you, Jing Jun, have to say for yourself!"

Jiang Tiansheng leaned his hands on the table, looking down at Chen Jiajun.

"Before that, I would like to ask, how much has Hung Hing given me?" Chen Jiajun stood tall, pushed Taizi aside, and said with a sneer.

Ji Ge stepped forward anxiously: "Jing Jun, just honestly apologize to Mr. Jiang and make up the hall fees, and won't that be the end of it?"

A trace of reluctance flashed in Xing Shu's eyes: "Mr. Jiang, I also want to say, A Jun has made so many contributions to Hung Hing in these few months; let's just call it even if he makes up the tribute fees."

"Thank you, Ji Ge and Xing Shu." Chen Jiajun gave them a warm smile, then turned his gaze sternly toward Jiang Tiansheng: "Mr. Jiang, let me ask you, how much has Hung Hing given me, Chen Jiajun? How much has it given these brothers of mine!"

This question actually stumped Jiang Tiansheng.

There are always people who like double standards; when demanding from others, they don't ask themselves how much they have given!

"Every time you go to war, Hung Hing handles the aftermath for you; isn't that money? You act under the name of Hung Hing; isn't that what Hung Hing has given you?" Chen Yao said with an ugly expression.

"Oh?"

"Chen Yao, how much did it cost? Why don't I write you a check later?" Chen Jiajun sneered.

Jiang Tiansheng said in a deep voice: "You are a member of Hung Hing, and your subordinates are also members of Hung Hing. Doing things for Hung Hing is what you should do. A Yao, calculate for him how much has been given."

"No need to calculate. In the Dapu Hei incident, 20 died, 1 million in bereavement fees. The second time with Wang Bao, 200 were killed or injured, 10 million in bereavement fees. Chen Yao, did I calculate that wrong?"

In reality, not a single one of his underlings had died; they were all just using Hung Hing's name.

"I, Chen Jiajun, planted my flag on Hennessy Road, planted my flag in Wanchai, and Hung Hing didn't support me at all—not a single cent!"

"When I, Chen Jiajun, was showing off my strength and fighting with Lian Haolong of Zhongxinyi, Hung Hing didn't support me either."

"I recovered a 5 million debt for the company from Heishui Qiang, and the company didn't give me a single cent."

"I want to ask you, Jiang Tiansheng, what face do you have to ask me, Chen Jiajun, for the hall fee!"

"Ah!"

Chen Jiajun cursed loudly, calling Jiang Tiansheng by his name directly.

"Shut up! Is this how you talk to the Dragon Head?" Ma Wangjian of the Chai Wan district scolded.

Taizi said angrily: "You are a member of Hung Hing, you do things under the name of Hung Hing, and you pay the regular hall fees every month; this is how it should be! You should ask yourself how much you have given to Hung Hing!"

Chen Jiajun looked at Taizi and said in a mocking tone: "Brother Taizi, don't be so naive. You have Jiang Tiansheng backing you,"

"I am different; I have nothing, and in the past, when Dalao B was happy, he would give me some pocket money, and when he wasn't, I didn't even get a fart."

"For so many years, I, Chen Jiajun, believe that I have not owed Hung Hing a single cent!"

Jiang Tiansheng kept harping on Chen Jiajun's acquisition of Hanmei shares: "Let's not talk about the past; how much did you embezzle from the Wanchai Hall, and how much money did you spend to acquire Hanmei stocks! You tell me yourself!"

"45 million," Chen Jiajun sneered.

A series of noisy sounds erupted in the venue—45 million!

For the vast majority of people present, this was an astronomical figure!

However, thinking about it carefully, it felt reasonable; after all, Wanchai and Lan Kwai Fong in Central are lucrative areas.

(End of this chapter)