Police? Or a high-ranking Superintendent?
Yang Jun’s eyes lit up. This woman had shoulder-length hair and was quite attractive. Even more impressive was her identity.
The head of the Public Relations Department, Yang Jun had seen her on TV many times. Her rank was Senior Superintendent.
This was the early 1980s. Most senior police officers were gweilos. Chinese Superintendents like Huang Zhi Cheng were already rare. Senior Superintendents were even more unique.
“Superintendent Liang, it's a pleasure to meet you! You are much more beautiful in person than on TV.”
Liang Zi Wei, seeing Yang Jun’s tall and handsome appearance, also felt a sense of favor for him and covered her mouth with a chuckle.
“Mr. Yang, I have heard of you. Handsome Jun, you truly are handsome.”
“Haha, it seems my name is quite famous in the Police Force! You wouldn't want to arrest me, would you?”
Liang Zi Wei smiled and joked:
“Mr. Yang, I'm from Public Relations. Investigating cases is not my job.”
“My task is to raise funds for the Police Force. I'm not interested in investigating cases!”
Liang Zi Wei spread her hands, smiling brightly to indicate that she had no ill intentions.
So that's how it is. Yang Jun relaxed and said to Liang Zi Wei:
“Superintendent Liang, as a law-abiding businessman, I'm happy to contribute to the Police Force.”
Yang Jun's heart skipped a beat. He had finally established a connection with the Police Force, and it was with a high-ranking Superintendent. Most importantly, this Superintendent was Chinese.
In less than half an hour, Yang Jun left the room. He still needed to personally entertain other guests.
Finally, as the night wore on and the club was about to close, Yang Jun went to the accounting room to sober up. The stammerer, Xiao Jie Ba, excitedly embraced Yang Jun’s arm.
“Jun Ge, do you know how much we made tonight?”
“Haha! Five hundred thousand. We made five hundred thousand in one night.”
All the staff looked at each other in disbelief. They knew that Wan Guo Nightclub was profitable, but they hadn’t imagined it would be so much.
Five hundred thousand a day, at least 15 million a month, and they would be able to recoup their investment in less than a year.
Yang Jun also breathed a sigh of relief. He had staked his entire fortune on this, mortgaging his previous two nightclubs along with the land to the bank to secure a loan of over 80 million.
Everyone thought that Yang Jun was very rich. In reality, Yang Jun was heavily in debt. He wouldn't be able to come up with ten million right now.
Now, Yang Jun understood that most of those seemingly glamorous and successful people were actually paupers. They were still too poor!
However, Yang Jun had bet right this time. Establishing Hong Kong's largest nightclub brought him immense fame and made socialites who he couldn't normally interact with treat him with respect.
Yang Jun patted Xiao Jie Ba’s head and teased her:
“You worked hard all night. Let's go. I'll give you a reward!”
Yang Jun carried Xiao Jie Ba upstairs. Xiao Jie Ba giggled in Yang Jun’s arms. It seemed she was very much looking forward to her reward.
KK was envious and frustrated. I worked hard all night too. I want a reward! Hmph!
After everyone else left, KK quietly snuck upstairs. Listening to the sounds that made her blush from inside the room, KK became even more excited.
Finally, the sounds inside quieted down. KK tiptoed into the room, feeling like she was sneaking around.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her from behind. KK gasped in surprise.
“Don't make a sound. Xiao Jie Ba is asleep!”
It was Yang Jun’s voice. KK’s heart leapt with joy. She immediately flung herself into Yang Jun’s arms.
Xiao Jie Ba is asleep? KK secretly rejoiced. The feeling of sneaking around was so exciting!
Ugh! Yang Jun sighed. Being handsome is a curse!
He had just calmed Xiao Jie Ba down when another little vixen came along. If Yang Jun hadn't undergone his body transformation, even an iron man wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of treatment.
Finally, two hours later, KK also drifted off to sleep, satisfied.
Yang Jun lit a Cuban cigar and sat by the window, puffing away and casually checking his system panel in his mind.
“Congratulations, host, for taking over the weapons worth 100 million in a black-on-black robbery. The system rewards you with 200 death soldiers and Han-Displayed BB Machine manufacturing technology, including a number of codes.”
Yang Jun’s eyes lit up. Two hundred death soldiers in one go, the system was generous!
Yang Jun now had a total of 350 death soldiers. The previous rewards were 20, 20, and 100. This time, the system finally gave a more substantial reward of 200 death soldiers.
Yang Jun knew all too well how useful death soldiers were. One death soldier was worth more than 100 ordinary subordinates.
What's this Han-Displayed BB Machine? Yang Jun knew what a BB Machine was. It was a pager. Before mobile phones became popular, ordinary people used pagers to communicate.
Pagers couldn't make direct calls, but they could receive signals from the pager station, and then someone would have to dial back from a fixed line.
“Han-Displayed BB Machine: A pager that can display Chinese characters. It can receive text messages from the pager station, a more advanced version of ordinary BB Machines.”
After reading the description, Yang Jun was drooling over the Han-Displayed BB Machine. This was definitely a good thing!
You know, the BB Machines on the market were all English-display. The Chinese in Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Macau wouldn't know how to use them. They just used them as decorations.
After all, not everyone is a scholar. They couldn't understand all those English characters and wouldn't be able to use many of the features.
If there was a BB Machine with a Chinese character display, it would definitely lead the electronic trend in Hong Kong and would probably be a huge hit.
Damn! It's a shame that Yang Jun doesn't have much cash left. He needs to figure out a way to make money.
The next day, Yang Jun called Fei Long over and said:
“Fei Long, now that we have more business, we should consider setting up a group and hiring professionals to manage things.”
Setting up a group? Fei Long replied with a smile:
“Jun Ge, we should have done this a long time ago. Now that our business is on the right track, setting up a group would make management easier.”
Fei Long breathed a sigh of relief. Jun Ge was hiring professional managers? This would make things easier for him. He had been working himself to the bone lately.
“Let's call it the Jiu Zhou Group. What do you think?”
Yang Jun had previously opened a food factory called Jiu Zhou Food Company. Although the business wasn't big, Yang Jun thought the name was good and could be reused.
“Good name! It's catchy and has a grand scale!”
Fei Long gave a thumbs up. This name was truly excellent: Jiu Zhou Group.
“Go to the government department today, register the name, and set the registered capital at 50 million.”
“Yes, Jun Ge!”