I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Who is that?

The rioters dispersed.

Order has been restored.

However, the recording of the program did not resume immediately.

Everyone needs time to process their feelings.

Some guests had already rushed forward to comfort the director who had been slapped, but Zheng Chao was not in a hurry to curry favor.

He didn't become the leader of the adventure team by flattery.

They made a telescope and aimed it at the second floor of the souvenir shop, but the shop didn't give them much time to expose themselves. After the thugs retreated in a sorry state, they also disappeared from the second floor shortly afterward, along with the two jacket-clad men who seemed to possess "unmatched bravery."

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

This is a true master.

"I don't know, I didn't see clearly, but she was a beautiful woman."

As he spoke, Chen Hao turned his gaze away from the deserted second floor of the souvenir shop, twisted his stiff neck, and clicked his tongue, "Wow, that's awesome, it feels more like we're filming a TV show than we are."

"It wasn't an act. Those thugs really had their bones broken."

Guest Qiang was as straightforward as ever, with a serious face, and his simple and honest appearance made him particularly funny.

Chen Hao twitched his lips, annoyed, and said, "Just kidding, okay? Of course I know it's a real fight." He then gestured with his hands, "Crack crack crack crack... Two of them took down a whole bunch of people, that's awesome, better than any action director I've ever seen. Qiangzi, don't you know Kongfu? Can you go toe-to-toe with those two hunks?"

The guest scratched his head and said in a laughable, thick Mandarin, "My moves are all show and no substance, but his are real kung fu, killing techniques..."

"Then log in to Feng Yuxiu's account."

"okay."

Zheng Chao rubbed his face, then belatedly realized, "Let's go see Director Huang."

Who says all leaders are incompetent and useless?

Although he got slapped, it was absolutely worth it. Not only did no one laugh at him, but on the contrary, everyone had a deep respect for Huang Hongfei.

Who says there are no tough guys in the entertainment industry?

When Zheng Chao arrived, the chorus of concern and care instantly paled in comparison. "No wonder the compass malfunctioned before; it turns out it was because of Director Huang's iron will."

Chen Hao, who was right behind him, twitched his eyebrows. How could he possibly perform when he was suddenly raised to such a high level?

"Director Huang, does it hurt?"

The simple-minded Qiangzi didn't have many tricks up his sleeve. Looking at the director's face after being slapped, his eyes revealed his genuine concern.

"Yes, Director Huang, why don't you go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

The team consists of ten people, each with a different role. To maximize viewership and attention, the production team tries to be comprehensive, featuring a group like Zheng Chao and Chen Hao to create atmosphere, a down-to-earth actor like Qiangzi, an eye-catching beauty like Jin Zhuxuan, and of course, a "foundation goddess."

Judging from his nervous appearance, it's fortunate that he didn't bleed, otherwise I would definitely have suggested calling an ambulance immediately.

No problem

Huang Hongfei jokingly uttered a sentence in English, both to lighten the mood and to indicate that he was alright. He tugged at his earlobe, which was easing the tinnitus, and casually told the artists and subordinates gathered around him, "Disperse, disperse, everyone take a break. Rest for half an hour, and then we'll get back to work."

Most people dispersed.

Zheng Chao didn't leave. Shedding his usual carefree attitude, he asked, "Director Huang, did you see that?"

Huang Hongfei didn't say anything, but opened his mouth and shook his head.

"Director Huang, what are you doing? Taking out a loan?"

Chen Hao didn't leave either.

Huang Hongfei carefully touched his face and cursed, "Damn it, that was really vicious."

Zheng Chao laughed, arms crossed, "Director Huang, you should be secretly happy. One slap for a lifetime of good reputation, this is a huge deal."

Huang Hongfei touched his face and didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, Director Huang."

Upon hearing the sound, the men turned around simultaneously and found Kim Joo-hyun still standing behind them, assuming she had left with the group earlier.

"Why are you saying sorry?"

Huang Hongfei immediately said that his attitude was different from how he treated Zheng Chao and the others; he was extremely amiable.

"I……"

Kim Joo-hyun hesitated, clenching her fingers, clearly feeling guilty.

“If I hadn’t told Director Huang to start filming, he wouldn’t have been beaten.”

Zheng Chao immediately nudged Chen Hao discreetly, indicating that his guess was correct.

"It's okay. It's all been resolved, hasn't it?"

Huang Hongfei laughed indifferently, "I and the entire production team should thank you. These people are vicious and ruthless. If it weren't for your help, they would definitely not have let it go."

"...It wasn't me."

Kim Joo-hyun opened her mouth, then unconsciously shook her head and said, "It's that woman who was upstairs just now."

Huang Hongfei was taken aback, looking at her sincere expression, and then smiled, "Do you know who the woman who was just there was?"

"Director Huang, did you see it clearly?"

Zheng Chao couldn't wait to interrupt.

"Nonsense. I'm not blind."

It's still a matter of positioning.

At the time of the incident, Huang Hongfei was eating a large dumpling on the street, only about 10 or 20 meters away from the souvenir shop next to the street, much closer than the group of guests.

"Who is that? So fierce."

Chen Hao was also very curious.

"Who? Who do you think it is? In Macau, who can scare those monsters and demons with just a face?"

"Who?"

Chen Hao looked completely bewildered and still didn't understand.

"Snapped!"

Zheng Chao slapped him on the back of the head, "I told you to study, but you're feeding pigs. With this kind of arrogance, who else but the uncrowned king here could be?"

Chen Hao realized what was happening, and then his face showed shock. "Damn!"

"What are you wiping for!"

Zheng Chao gave him another slap, then frowned and said to Huang Hongfei, "Director Huang, which one of the He family is that? He looks very young."

"If I'm not mistaken."

Huang Hongfei said, "It should be Miss He Si."

"Damn! He Yihui!"

Chen Hao couldn't control himself again. Some people might not have seen it with their own eyes, but that didn't mean they hadn't heard of it, especially since he was someone who occasionally came to Macau to indulge his gambling addiction.
"She's a powerful figure."

No wonder those thugs didn't hesitate at all and just slipped away.

"The fourth young lady of the He family? What brings her here?"

Even someone like Zheng Chao, who has no interest in gambling, has heard of the Fourth Miss, which speaks volumes about her current reputation.

"Maybe they are your fans who came here specifically to support you."

Zheng Chao was stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Director Huang, you must be joking."

Of course, it's a joke.

Huang Hongfei's gaze shifted to Jin Zhuxuan, and then stopped.

Zheng Chao and the others also focused their attention on it.

Kim Joo-hyun looked surprised, then quickly waved her hands, "It wasn't me..."

"I'm not pretending anymore. I'm coming clean. Miss Fourth is actually after me."

In the silence, Chen Hao spoke in a deep voice.

"Get lost."

Zheng Chao kicked him in the butt.

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Roadside.

The remaining soldiers were carried onto the vehicles one by one.

The imposing black convoy sped off and headed for the hospital.

"boom!"

Inside the middle car, the leader angrily punched the driver's seat, breathing heavily. Compared to his henchmen with broken arms and legs, his injuries were much less severe, but his teeth were loose; he wondered if medical insurance would cover it.

"Big brother, what's the Fourth Miss doing there?"

Beside him, the henchman who had escaped unscathed asked cautiously.

Compared to people from other places, some faces are etched into their DNA, more familiar than their own parents, and they can recognize them almost by just looking at their faces.

"How the hell should I know!"

Having lost both his wife and his army, and completely humiliated, this man was burning with rage, gritting his teeth, and on the verge of a high blood pressure attack.

"Brother, how about we go this afternoon, after Miss Si has left?"

What a clever little devil.

The leader turned his head, his eyes fierce, spitting as he shouted, "Are you fucking stupid?! What do you think people go there for? To chase after celebrities?!"

The burly man, over six feet tall, was yelled at and lowered his head, looking timid and cowering.

"cell phone!"

The passenger quickly handed over his phone.

The leader snatched it away. Compared to Huang Hongfei, who was unharmed, half of his face began to swell. He figured he would need to get it treated at the hospital later. He took a deep breath and pressed the button to dial.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The call was connected.

His fierce demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a humble and respectful greeting: "Big Brother."

Why is it the eldest brother again?

Who is the real boss?
"explain."

The man in the car opened his mouth, not daring to hide anything, and whispered, "The mission failed."

"big eater!"

Upon hearing this, a merciless scolding came from the other end of the phone: "You can't even handle this little thing, what's the use of keeping you around?!"

"Brother, this time it was due to an unexpected situation..."

"Shut up! You're incompetent at your job, and you always have a bunch of excuses..."

Knowing that he would be in big trouble if he didn't explain, the man in the car, who was actually the eldest brother of the henchmen, hurriedly said, "The Fourth Miss is over there."

The shouting and cursing on the phone immediately stopped.

"What did you say? Who's there?"

"Fourth Miss".

"How could that be? Are you sure? If you dare to lie..."

"I'm sure! It really is Miss Fourth! Miss Fourth's people even beat up our people; many of our brothers had their arms and legs broken."

"..."

It quieted down over there.

After a while, the voice came back, "I understand. Take your men to the hospital and await further instructions."

"it is good."

Well known.

"Big brother" is a comparative.

There's an older brother above the eldest brother.

The eldest brother's eldest brother has an even older brother.

After countless rounds of reporting, the call finally reached Zhong Xiaoye, the former King of Macau and now hailed as the King of Gambling in Asia.

With the help of the online gambling platform Moon City, he successfully overtook others and became the dominant player. The trillion-dollar turnover successfully built his throne, showing an ambition to challenge the world's rulers.

The tides of time roll ever onward.

Those dilapidated and old ships are bound to fall behind and perish.

"Well, since Miss Fourth happens to be there, let's not cause any trouble and absolutely not offend her."

Zhong Xiaoye, whose black leather shoes were polished to a shine like a mirror, was not in the mourning hall but in a car on his way to pick someone up from the airport.

Although he had grown powerful, he believed that in this line of work, morality was paramount and he could not forget his roots. When the young lady passed away, he put aside all his other commitments to help with the funeral arrangements, showing his utmost dedication.

This is not.

In order for the young lady's spirit to rest in peace, he even came up with the idea of ​​banning entertainment activities.

Sadly.

They're family, yet they don't understand.

"Mr. Zhong, then... should we abandon the operation?"

Zhong Xiaoye held his phone, his smile captivating, radiating the charm unique to successful men. "Give up? Why? Today was just a coincidence. Does Miss Si intend to stay there forever? If not today, then we'll try again tomorrow."

"understood."

Zhong Xiaoye put down his phone, and a cigar was quickly handed to him. Accompanying him was a model, who was curvaceous and beautiful. Even in Haojiang, where beauties abound, she would be a rare gem. However, Zhong Xiaoye had little interest and didn't even glance at her. He held the cigar, took a puff of it with enjoyment, and then slowly exhaled.

The stunning model thoughtfully lowered the car window, but still failed to receive the slightest favor from the owner.

In this colorful world, there is never a shortage of women.

As long as you have enough money, black, white, yellow, all kinds, as many as you want, they will be like dogs, crawling on the ground, kneeling at your feet, vying to lick your toes.

At first, you feel very satisfied, but after playing for a long time, you will gradually feel empty or even bored and lose all interest.

Only women of high status, or even those who look down on you, are challenging.

of course.

If you want to speed, you can't reach it.

Zhong Xiaoye, who has achieved her current success through humility and meticulous planning, is no stranger to patience.

When he was just one of the thousands of junket operators in Macau, even the top stars in one of the city's pillar industries wouldn't give him a second glance.

After he became Yu Guangrong's right-hand man, the top star lost all appeal and became no different from a roadside prostitute, so he began to dabble in third- and fourth-tier stars.

When his elder brother Yu Guangrong went to prison and took his place, third- and fourth-tier celebrities became ordinary and unremarkable. Only those who could walk the runway and appear in magazines had the right to win his favor.

And here we are today.

Fewer and fewer women are able to catch his eye.

Or to put it another way, fewer and fewer women look down on him.

And he believes it.

Give him some more time. When Moon City's revenue surpasses five trillion and ten trillion, the women who still look down on him now will eventually kneel at his feet, prostrate themselves, and submit, just like those women who looked down on him before!
"hiss--"

Thick smoke was exhaled.

Zhong Xiaoye's expression became even more captivated.

The luxury convoy drove directly onto the helipad and came to a stop.

The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door.

After getting off the bus, the internationally renowned model was about to take Zhong Xiaoye's arm when a card was slipped into her deep cleavage first.

"Xiaoye..."

She looked puzzled.

"The password is your birthday."

Before she could even feel happy, she heard, "From now on, you are free."

The smile froze.

"Xiaoye..."

Zhong Xiaoye remained silent, gazing at the horizon.

The model instantly understood, looking pitiful but not daring to say a word. She clutched her chest to prevent the card from falling off, and left alone, dejected.

The bodyguards stood like statues around the convoy, seemingly oblivious to the situation.

At this point, no beautiful women were offering cigars.

Zhong Xiaoye, seemingly having arrived too early or perhaps not having grasped the exact time, remained calm and waited patiently.

He's so incredibly powerful, yet someone still manages to pick him up at the airport?

"Om-"

A dark shadow appeared on the white sky, gradually becoming clearer.

Zhong Xiaoye smiled. (End of Chapter)