Chapter 99: Legitimate Business

"Yes! Chairman, thank you for your trust!" Xing Shu cupped his hands.

"Very good."

A smile appeared at the corners of Chen Jiajun's mouth, and then he introduced the few young demon slaves beside him:

"Xing Shu, these few are brothers I can trust. I have just ascended to this position recently, and I am afraid that outside gangs will see that I am young and think our Hongxing is easy to bully. From now on, they will protect your safety."

"You few listen clearly, if anything happens to Xing Shu from now on, I will hold you all accountable!"

Xing Shu took one look and saw that they were all strong and sturdy, each possessing the physique of a top-tier fighter. He thanked Chen Jiajun: "Thank you, Chairman."

Xing Shu knew Chen Jiajun's intentions well. If he were a few years younger, he would certainly have held the power of the accounts firmly in his own hands, but now he was old, and he could no longer even lift a blade.

One must accept getting old in life; otherwise, the young people below will be unhappy. On this point, Xing Shu had always been very open-minded.

"Alright, Xing Shu. When you have time, tell your son to come over for tea together!"

Watching Xing Shu leave, Chen Jiajun lit a cigar and said coldly to a Hell Knight trained by Lao E standing to the side:

"Jiang Tiansheng will definitely not let this go. You go monitor him immediately, see what plans he has. Also, keep this bag of medicine safe."

"Big Brother, what is this bag of medicine?" This Hell Knight was named Lao Yu, and he was an officer among the Hell Knights.

"Cyanide, a must-have good medicine for every home. Just a tiny bit is enough to ensure that Mr. Jiang will never have any pain from now on."

Chen Jiajun smiled very sinisterly.

After making arrangements, Chen Jiajun arrived in Tuen Mun.

What was originally a barren Butterfly Bay had now been paved with concrete roads, clean and tidy. In the center stood a building with a rather rugged style, with 【Guojun Heavy Industry】 hanging on it.

Nearby, there were several other buildings being constructed in full swing.

Through the efforts of the brothers, during the days Chen Jiajun was not in Hong Kong, the research institute had already been completed.

Several young demon slaves wearing security uniforms produced by Guojun Garment Factory were patrolling nearby. Seeing Chen Jiajun, they greeted him one after another:

"Big Brother!"

Chen Jiajun nodded in acknowledgment.

Looking forward with anticipation, Ao En, who was only 1.6 meters tall, walked out in a white lab coat to welcome him.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Move the things inside."

"Yes!"

Dumu opened the trunk of the off-road vehicle and carried two square arcade machines into the workshop of the research institute. Several young demon slaves also carried several machines inside.

Chen Jiajun did not answer, but instead looked at Ao En, "Ao En, take a look at these machines and see if you can crack and reorganize them?"

Ao En did not speak, but excitedly dove into the workshop, his eyes revealing a look of madness:

"Precision!"

"To think it could be manufactured like this!"

"This thing is too ingenious!"

Ao En was delighted by the find and directly used his Forging Divine Power; sparks constantly flew in the workshop.

Chen Jiajun rubbed his hands nervously.

Not long after, the workshop door was opened.

An arcade machine made entirely of aluminum alloy, exuding a sci-fi atmosphere, appeared before his eyes.

"What do you think? I made a few casual modifications," Ao En said calmly.

Chen Jiajun nodded, plugged in the power, and inserted a coin.

A game screen, even more exquisite than the previous prototype, appeared before his eyes.

He discovered one thing: the games loaded on the several arcade machines he had specially spent a high price to buy had all been merged into one machine by Ao En.

Inside one small arcade machine, it contained 【Dinosaur Strike】, 【Super Mario】, 【Chinese Block】, and so on.

This was advanced technology for the global eighties.

One must know that arcade machines in the early eighties were constrained by digital storage technology, and one machine could only load one game.

But this was absolutely not a problem for Chen Jiajun.

What was even more exaggerated was that the cracked and researched version had a more exquisite screen and stronger impact feel than the original; it was simply as good as it could get!

Chen Jiajun hurriedly asked a question he cared about: "Ao En, what is the cost of producing one like this?"

"500 Hong Kong dollars," Ao En replied.

500?

One must know that the price he paid for these few arcade machines was 3,000 US dollars each. The current Hong Kong dollar was still relatively strong, so it also cost 15,000 Hong Kong dollars each.

Even if it were a pirated version, it was still worth a lot, costing nearly six or seven thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Chen Jiajun was overjoyed. He immediately said: "Ao En, put in more effort! Get the production line ready immediately; the factory building next door has already been prepared for you! Whether Big Brother can live a good life depends on you!"

"A production line costs 1 million. The production line can be ready by tomorrow morning, and we can start work tomorrow afternoon."

"How many arcade machines can one production line produce per day?"

"The current capacity is one thousand units, and it can be increased further."

"I'll give you 10 million, get me ten production lines!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and handed over a check.

"Alright! Remember my reward; I want all kinds of design drawings I have never seen before."

After receiving the check, Ao En immediately called over several brothers to explain some things. Soon, the brothers went out to handle the business, bringing back steel, plastic, and other raw materials, all of which were moved into the workshop.

While Chen Jiajun was busy in Tuen Mun.

The news of him becoming the Hongxing Dragon Head had already spread throughout the entire underworld.

The underworld was already buzzing with the news; even the neighbors in Yau Ma Tei knew that Hongxing, one of the five major gangs in Hong Kong, had changed its flag.

This matter had no warning, but everyone knew that Jiang Tiansheng had capsized in the gutter!

And Chen Jiajun transformed himself into the youngest Dragon Head in all of Hong Kong!

Some people said, Hongxing electing a 21-year-old Dragon Head, isn't this a joke?

Some people said, within a year, Chen Jiajun would surely fade away in disgrace.

In short, in the history of Hong Kong's societies, there had never appeared a society Dragon Head only twenty-one years of age.

Even when Jiang Tiansheng took over Hongxing, he was already over thirty years old.

……

Chen Jiajun, who was being discussed by everyone, was currently sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea and chatting on the phone with Guan Jiahui.

"Brother Jun, I heard some news, and I don't know if it's true."

"What is it?"

"Now, some of the students at our school who don't study are all saying you are the most prominent boss in all of Hong Kong, the Hongxing Mad Dragon, who kills without blinking an eye; they all say they want to follow you."

Although she sounded a bit worried, Guan Jiahui was actually feeling sweet inside.

After all, her boyfriend was so Babi, that even those good-for-nothing rich kids at school wanted to follow Brother Jun.

Guan Jiahui's girlish heart was practically melting, wasn't it?

"Don't listen to their nonsense; our Hongxing is a legitimate company now, and I am the Chairman, understand?"

"Really?"

Guan Jiahui was delighted; after all, the title of Chairman sounded even more impressive than Dragon Head.

"Of course, they all call me Chen Dong now."

"Then come over tomorrow, I'll make you some delicious soup."

"What's the point of making delicious soup? It would be better to come over and check your academic qualifications."

"You're so bad!"

(End of this chapter)