Chapter 90: The Cold-Blooded Demon Lord Who Doesn't Blink When Killing!

Near the A-Ma Temple in Macau, on the hillside.

A Portuguese-style mansion occupied more than half of the hilltop.

This was the Zhuangyuan of the Macau Gambling King, He Xin.

When Chen Jiajun arrived at the entrance of the Zhuangyuan, he received a call from Jiang Tiansheng.

"A Jun! For the matter in Macau, I must credit you with the top achievement; you have performed a great service this time!"

Although Jiang Tiansheng was gritting his teeth, he spoke in a cheerful tone.

"It is all thanks to your usual guidance, Mr. Jiang."

Chen Jiajun said calmly. Hearing the smile and surprise in Jiang Tiansheng's tone, Chen Jiajun could imagine how Jiang Tiansheng was gritting his teeth.

"A Jun, I am very happy that you think this way, but you are still too modest."

"By the way, since you called, I want to open a branch in Macau; do you support it or not?"

"I certainly support it."

After playing along for a while, Chen Jiajun did not forget to ask Jiang Tiansheng for reimbursement: "Thank you for your support, Mr. Jiang. Also, I need a sum of money to handle the aftermath from last night. After all, you know the Macau Judiciary Police; they are very greedy. Besides, the other three Gambling Halls still need to be renovated."

"Sha Qiang should still have a sum of money on his end."

Jiang Tiansheng immediately felt a pang of heartache; no one's money came from a strong wind.

"That bastard Sha Qiang was seriously injured after being rammed by Fei Gou's men yesterday. He is still in the hospital, and he doesn't have enough money. At the very least, I need fifty million. Without this amount, I will have to hand over those other two Gambling Halls."

Chen Jiajun also opened his mouth like a lion.

"Alright then, I will have A Yao bring the money over immediately."

Sensing the subtext in Chen Jiajun's words, Jiang Tiansheng immediately stated his position.

"Alright, I have arrived at the Gambling King's house now; let's talk another day, Mr. Jiang."

Led by the Butler, Chen Jiajun and his group entered the Zhuangyuan. A handsome, tall, middle-aged man was standing at the entrance of the mansion: "You are the Hongxing Mad Dragon, Chen Jiajun?"

"That is me, Mr. He."

Chen Jiajun responded neither servilely nor overbearingly.

"Jieshi Wei and the others all call me Xin Ge; you should call me Xin Ge too."

"Come, let's all go in and sit," He Xin laughed.

In the study inside the Zhuangyuan, a servant brought over a few cups of coffee. Smoking a Cigar, He Xin sized up Chen Jiajun.

He secretly praised this young man for being so handsome, only a fraction less than he was in his youth.

He said: "I have already smoothed things over with the Macau Judiciary Police. For the next period of time, you all just need to not act recklessly."

In the 1980s, the corruption in Macau was even worse than in Hong Kong. This situation would not change until after the handover. It is said that on the night before the handover, a high-ranking official loaded several tons of gold and left Macau.

"Yes, we from Hongxing came to Hong Kong mainly to earn a living, so naturally, we want to make money in harmony."

Chen Jiajun nodded repeatedly, then he took out a printed document and got straight to the point: "Mr. He, I specifically came to visit you today for another matter."

"I believe the reason the gambling industry in Macau is currently sluggish is, on one hand, because the environment of the gambling city is too poor and the decor is not high-class enough; on the other hand, the system of the gambling city is not perfect enough."

"Oh?"

He Xin took the manuscript, scanned it a few times, and looked up at Chen Jiajun deeply, because this manuscript was substantive, and the content was very detailed, not empty.

"Mr. He, we will renovate the three Hongxing Gambling Halls, and at the same time, we will introduce a system called 'junket agents'."

"Our Gambling Hall staff will provide one-stop service to the gamblers, letting them enjoy imperial-level service the moment they arrive in Macau. Except for not being able to give birth, whatever they want, I will provide for them."

"As long as the customers are served happily, the gamblers will naturally be willing to take out more money."

Chen Jiajun explained the junket agent system to He Xin in detail.

While listening to Chen Jiajun's explanation and flipping through the proposal in his hand, He Xin threw the proposal onto the table after finishing and said: "Young man, what do you want?"

"For the three Hongxing Gambling Halls, I will invest a huge amount of capital to renovate them into the Diamond Halls of the gambling city, which means VIP Halls."

"As long as my customers come, the hotel will give me the best discount, allowing my gamblers to stay at cost plus ten percent."

"Additionally, I want to renegotiate the profit sharing with Aoyu Group. If within three months, Aoyu's income from these three Gambling Halls is less than other halls, the profit sharing will remain as it was before."

After Chen Jiajun finished speaking, he stared into He Xin's eyes.

In the early 1980s, the way to make money in Macau casinos was rough and direct—it was just one word: gamble. There were no other methods.

He Xin took two puffs of his Cigar, looked at Chen Jiajun, and laughed heartily: "I appreciate young people with brains and ideas. Your proposal is good. I will instruct Jieshi Wei to handle it. I will give you half a year; do it well."

After a pause, He Xin added: "Also, for the profit sharing of these three Gambling Halls, you Hongxing take seventy percent, and Aoyu takes thirty percent."

For He Xin, since the young man before him was sharp, had methods, and had brains.

Why not give him a boost? Moreover, he vaguely felt that this proposal was very complete and might give him a different kind of surprise.

"Thank you, Mr. He!" Chen Jiajun stood up and reached out to He Xin.

"Don't call me Mr. He, call me Xin Ge."

"Thank you, Xin Ge. I won't disturb you any longer; we brothers will take our leave."

There were still many things to do in the Gambling Halls, so having obtained what he wanted, Chen Jiajun stood up immediately.

"I won't keep you for a meal. This is my private number; if you have time in the future, you can come over as a guest," He Xin handed over a business card.

……

Putting on his sunglasses, Chen Jiajun led his young demon slaves toward the outside, not yet having left the Zhuangyuan.

A Lamborghini drove into the Zhuangyuan. A young girl with a peerless face and a very fresh look hopped out of the car and chirped: "Daddy, Daddy~~"

The girl was very reckless and did not notice Chen Jiajun's group at all. By the time she reacted, it was too late, and she immediately bumped into Chen Jiajun.

"Ouch~"

The girl almost fell.

Chen Jiajun hurriedly reached out to catch her.

"Tian'er, Tian'er, are you alright!"

From the driver's seat of the Lamborghini, a young master slightly older than Chen Jiajun stepped out: "Mr. Chen, my little sister was a bit reckless, my apologies."

The young master saw through Chen Jiajun's identity at a glance.

And Chen Jiajun also saw through the identities of the young girl and the young master at a glance; they were none other than He Xin's beloved daughter—He Tian'er, and his successor, He Tianbao.

He steadied He Tian'er and nodded to He Tianbao in greeting: "Miss He, Young Master He."

After saying this, he walked forward without looking back.

He Tian'er, having steadied herself, could not help but look curiously at Chen Jiajun's back.

When it comes to people, comparisons are what one fears.

Among the young demon slaves, Chen Jiajun had always been the one responsible for the good looks.

"Brother, who is he?"

"Who is he? The Hongxing Mad Dragon, a great demon king who doesn't blink when he kills!"

"Ah?"

The young girl cried out in surprise; after all, Chen Jiajun really did not look like someone involved in the underworld.

(End of this chapter)