Chapter 9: The Way of Making Money

Today, Dalao B saw something called ambition in Chen Jiajun's eyes, and at the same time, he witnessed Chen Jiajun's methods.

Unknowingly, that former hoodlum Jun had somehow become a person with methods and depth of character.

A show of force? Good methods!

When he, Dalao B, was twenty, he did not have this kind of courage and capability.

Dalao B smiled and picked up a bottle of XO, walking behind Dakou Fei: "Don't worry, get some good rest tonight. Tomorrow I will go and have a word with A Jun; we can all sit down and talk things through..."

Dakou Fei had not the slightest bit of vigilance, nodding his head, and then...

"Bang!"

Without any defense, Dalao B smashed the hard XO bottle directly onto Dakou Fei's head.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Dalao B swung repeatedly, blood spraying and splashing onto Dalao B's ferocious face.

This!

This is the real Dalao B!

As a Causeway Bay Zha Fit, although he was often smiling, he was essentially a gangster.

After Dakou Fei stopped reacting, Dalao B lit a cigarette and walked out of the private room with ease: "Sink him in the pond, clean up the scene, and then call Anan over."

"Yes!"

Several Majai turned around to fetch woven bags and mops to clean up the scene.

He waited in the office for a while, and Chen Haonan, Shanjie, and the others hurried over: "B Ge!"

Dalao B smoked, his face expressionless:

"A Jun cannot be kept. I will arrange for people to do the job, and then I will call the police to clear out those three venues given to him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Haonan and the others felt their hearts tighten, a chill rushing from their heels straight to their scalps.

This is the real underworld!

"When the time comes, those three venues will all be yours. Work hard, go out now." Dalao B revealed his signature smile.

"Yes!"

Chen Haonan and the others nodded obediently and left the office.

"A Jun, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself..."

Although he coveted Dumu and this group of subordinates, he knew very well that Dumu was difficult to recruit.

Therefore, he had to act decisively and not give Chen Jiajun any more opportunities to develop!

Royal Nightclub.

"I want every customer who comes to Royal Nightclub to enjoy the treatment of an emperor..."

"As long as the bosses are happy, the tips will definitely be much higher."

Chen Jiajun was explaining to Danny Zai and another manager some of the management techniques he had learned from frequenting various clubs in his past life.

Once these three venues were in his hands, he would not let them go, so he started managing them seriously as his own assets.

After all, the more money the venues made, the more he could pocket.

Danny Zai and the other manager nodded repeatedly, completely convinced by his words.

"You two go out and get to work."

After waving his hand and dismissing Danny Zai and the other, a younger brother came to report.

"Dalao, Juan Mao is here."

"Jun Ge!"

Standing at the door, Juan Mao bowed and scraped to Chen Jiajun.

"You specifically asked for my help to look after your venue?"

Sitting in the luxurious office, Chen Jiajun tossed a cigarette to Juan Mao.

Juan Mao took the cigarette with trembling hands and smiled obsequiously:

"Yes, Jun Ge, you also know that my venue is quite special. There are many gangs that come to collect protection fees. Even if I earn a lot of money, I can't withstand being bled like this."

The profits in Causeway Bay were not much different from Central or Tsim Sha Tsui, so there were many gangs planting flags on Xingfa Street, such as Dapu Hei of Wo Luen Shing and Wanchai Tiger of Sun Yee On; these were all big names as famous as Hung Hing.

Juan Mao's Hawaii Bathhouse was located at the end of Xingfa Street,

exactly at the center of the influence of three gangs, so the bathhouse business was very prosperous,

but as he said, no matter how much money he earned, he couldn't withstand being fleeced like this.

Speaking to this point, Juan Mao paused and said: "Jun Ge, I understand the rules. Every month I pay 10,000 dollars in protection fees to Hung Hing, and privately I will pay you another 20,000 as a tribute."

This amount of money was already two years' income for an ordinary person at the time.

It could not be called anything but generous.

"Privately, give me 100,000 every month." Chen Jiajun opened his mouth like a lion.

Upon hearing this, Juan Mao immediately complained bitterly, not expecting that the person in front of him was also a hungry wolf. But since he was already here, he could only grit his teeth: "Fine, since Jun Ge thinks highly of me! Okay!"

"Empty words are no proof; write an IOU for 100,000. Interest-free, I will collect it once a month." Chen Jiajun nodded with satisfaction.

After getting the IOU, he sent Juan Mao away.

Chen Jiajun totted it up; currently, the three night venues, including Night Returner and Royal, had a total of 800,000 dollars in the accounts!

Chen Jiajun decided to put this 800,000 dollars directly into his own pocket. When the day came to turn in the accounts, he would tell the company that the accounts were chaotic when he first took over and the expenses were high!

After all, he was really short of money right now!

At that time, he would also sell Dakou Fei's beat-up Mercedes-Benz; he had his own war chariot and didn't need it.

After all, having risked his life for the company for so many years, he took this money with a clear conscience.

Also, the arrival of Juan Mao just now reminded him.

The Dumu he summoned, as well as the Demon Slave he brought, all had legal identities generated out of thin air by the system.

Letting them go and fleece loan sharks was certainly a brilliant plan!

The entire loan shark business in Hong Kong was basically controlled by the triads, so Chen Jiajun would just fleece every one of these triads!

Brilliant!

With so many Demon Slave minions, each taking turns to borrow money and guaranteeing each other, he would soon have a huge fortune on hand.

Once he had the money, Dumu could make a move however he wanted!

Of course, these high-interest loans certainly didn't need to be repaid.

What kind of consequences could there be?

There wouldn't be any consequences at all.

If they have the ability, let them go a few rounds with Dumu!

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun's heart burned with terrifying intensity.

Of course, there was one more big thing.

"Brother Dumu, um, among your subordinates, are there any Demon Slave who can turn invisible?" Chen Jiajun beckoned to Dumu.

"Yes."

"Then like this, you send him to the boxing gym, that safe there..."

"How about we split the loot fifty-fifty once we get our hands on it?"

"Twenty-eight." Dumu was not stupid; the slaves were his Demon Slave, and Chen Jiajun wanted a fifty-fifty split without doing anything?

"Uh, this..."

"Fine, twenty-eight it is!"

That same night.

At the Causeway Bay boxing gym, Dalao B finished patrolling his territory and stacked the collected accounts neatly.

After counting them, he happily lit a cigarette.

He entered the password and put all the Hong Kong dollar bills into the safe.

Afterwards, Dalao B stretched and walked out the door, locking the office door behind him as he went.

Dalao B did not know that everything he did had fallen into the eyes of a ghost demon.

Five minutes later,

confirming that everyone had already left,

the ghost demon stepped forward, entered the password, and swept the safe clean of all the Hong Kong dollar bills.

Because the timing was perfect, there was no need to steal or violently destroy the safe.

After finishing all this, it returned directly to the Royal Nightclub.

(End of this chapter)