I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The moment Song Shao stepped off the private jet and onto the land of Haojiang, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of fresh air.

It has been quite some time since I last set foot in this Eastern gambling city, but the memory is still vivid.

To be honest, it wasn't a very pleasant experience.

However, setbacks are a constant throughout life, and are the main theme of life.

and so.

What we need to do is not to be discouraged or hold grudges, but to learn from setbacks, summarize experiences, and transform them into nourishment for continued progress.

And there's another sentence.

—When the sun rises, forget about yesterday.

The sun was shining brightly above the plane, strong, vigorous, and full of life.

Bathed in the light, Zhong Xiaoye, who had been waiting for twenty minutes, could not quite see the face of the person descending the gangway, but that did not prevent him from recognizing the other person. The corners of his mouth became fuller, and he took the initiative to step forward.

"Mr. Song."

Upon hearing the shouts, Song Chaoge, who was revisiting the place, seemed to notice the luxurious convoy lined up in a row, exuding an imposing aura.

History does not judge heroes by their temporary successes or failures.

For most of the time that Emperor Gaozu of Han was building his empire, he was constantly defeated and forced to flee in terror like a stray dog. However, this did not change the fact that Xiang Yu was ambushed on all sides and tragically committed suicide at the Wujiang River.

Reading more history is extremely beneficial; it can broaden one's mind, cultivate one's character, and expand one's perspective.

Song Chaoge didn't move, watching the nine-headed bird soar into the sky as it strode in.

If one day I achieve my lofty ambitions, I dare to laugh at Huang Chao for not being a true man.

Let's set aside right and wrong.

A small-time junket operator who can stand out from the vast, sand-like crowd is definitely worthy of high regard.

"I am Zhong Xiaoye. The Second Miss sent me to pick up Mr. Song."

In front of this distinguished guest who flew in from Kyoto, Zhong Xiaoye completely abandoned his status as the "Asian Gambling King," adopting a very humble posture, leaning forward and extending his hand. Although the movement was not large, it subtly conveyed the visual effect of bowing.

So what if I failed in the last competition for a gaming license, and now I've suffered another defeat here?

Just like gambling in a casino.

As long as you have enough capital, the outcome of a single match is insignificant.

Even though he could lose countless times, Song Shao was very well-mannered. He didn't act aloof; instead, he shook hands with the other person in a friendly and gentle manner.
"This is the first time I've met Mr. Zhong in person."

Sensing the other party's attitude, Zhong Xiaoye's smile deepened as he gazed admiringly at Song Chaoge's handsome face, which exuded nobility. "I have been looking forward to this day for a long time, and I have finally fulfilled my long-cherished wish."

That's right.

This was the first formal meeting between the two sides.

The last time Song Shao came was during the time of his elder brother Yu Guangrong.

This is the power of time.

Like fleeting clouds, things change and people change.

"Mr. Song, please get in the car."

Zhong Xiaoye turned to the side and raised his hand in a gesture of respect, no longer resembling the arrogant King of the Macau Palace.

of course.

It's simply because Young Master Song is qualified.

—I've met many older brothers, but they all call me Big Brother.

The convoy started.

They turned around in an orderly fashion and drove away from the tarmac.

Song Shao traveled simply as usual, bringing only two male attendants besides himself. It seemed that important figures were always so self-disciplined.

However, this only applies to physical beauty.

Anyone with good connections would know that Young Master Song is quite fond of gambling.

At this moment, one can see Zhong Xiaoye's wisdom in getting rid of his lover first. He said with a smile, "Young Master Song, I have made arrangements. Gambling kings from Hong Kong, Tokyo, South Vietnam, Myanmar, the Philippines, Singapore, and other regions are waiting to exchange skills with Young Master Song."

With a casual gesture, terrifying power was revealed.

The title "King of Gambling in Asia" is well-deserved.

But is it true that all entertainment activities are prohibited during the funeral period?

Why would they actively organize such a grand gambling event?

Is it a case of "the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden to light lamps"?

This is blatant double standards!
"I came here to see Miss He off on her final journey; everything else is irrelevant."

We should always be polite, right?

A gambler—no, using "gambler" is completely inappropriate.

Can someone who enjoys this hobby easily give it up?

Zhong Xiaoye was all too aware of the allure of gambling; there was a reason why gambling, prostitution, and drugs were considered the three evils.

"It won't affect anything. They can all wait for Young Master Song."

If there's a skill involved in catering to someone's preferences, Zhong Xiaoye has undoubtedly mastered it to the extreme.

Perhaps only a very small minority are addicted to gambling, but imagine this: what would it feel like to have all the world's top female celebrities throw you a party? How happy would you be?
Hong Kong, Tokyo, South Vietnam, Myanmar, Philippines...

It encompasses almost all major countries and regions in Asia.

what.

wrong.

It seems like we're missing a heavyweight gambling tycoon. Why haven't we heard of him being mentioned? Is he not even on the list?
However, as a guest, Song Shao naturally couldn't offer any advice; he simply followed the host's lead.

"Let's talk about it after the memorial service."

Look.

Just say that your efforts weren't in vain.

"No problem. I'm at your service, Young Master Song."

Song Chaoge simply smiled faintly at such profound words, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Knowing full well that haste makes waste, Zhong Xiaoye was not disappointed. People from poor families who aspire to great things are always facing life-threatening situations. The reason he was able to create a miracle was that he was better at scheming and leveraging opportunities than others.

These days, you can't achieve great things by being ruthless or reckless.

Especially for a nobody like him, if he wants to get ahead, he can only rely on the shade of a big tree to grow and develop. After he has grown, he can do the same thing again, replacing the tree with an even bigger one as his support, and so on... until there is no tree in the whole forest taller than him!

sound.

It seems like wishful thinking.

But if he had been someone who could be bullied by everyone in the past, wouldn't his achievements today be nothing but wishful thinking?

Ambition, or rather imagination, is the most powerful self-driving force in the world.

Anything is possible.

Zhong Xiaoye quieted down and gently tapped her knee with her fingers.

The towering Song Shao beside him seemed oblivious to his self-satisfied little movements, suddenly raising his wrist to glance at the time on his custom-made Patek Philippe. ————

Jingshen Lane

Shouzhuo Studio.

This place is truly under martial law, with sentries every five meters. It has been guarded 24 hours a day since three days ago. Everyone looks solemn and is dressed in uniform, black clothes with white flowers. Unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from entering. The adventurer program crew definitely cannot film here.

If there is any fairness in this world, it is that regardless of wealth or social status, everyone's ultimate destination is death.

A black plaque with gold lettering hangs high in the center of the mourning hall, its characters thick and heavy like iron. The elegiac couplets on either side are made of the finest brocade, their ink rich and lustrous, clearly the work of a renowned calligrapher. The coffin is crafted from ebony or golden nanmu wood, its body simple and unadorned, with only subtle engravings of lotus scrolls and meander patterns on the corners, conveying a solemn and dignified air. In front of the coffin is a long table covered with layers of plain silk, with the memorial tablet placed in the center. The tablet is inscribed in regular script, its jade base sturdy and stable, with a pair of plain white candlesticks standing beside it, their flames burning day and night.

The offerings on the altar were neatly arranged; the fresh fruits, vegetables, and pastries were all exquisite and clean. The incense burner stood on three legs, and the smoke rose gently, faint yet persistent. Plain curtains hung on both sides, layers of white silk and light gray brocade draped over each other, draping gracefully even without wind. The curtains were subtly embroidered with cloud patterns and orchids, hidden and not ostentatious. A thick, plain carpet covered the floor, greatly minimizing the disturbance caused by footsteps.

The two corridors were lined with plain paper offerings and mourning banners, all meticulously arranged, unlike the ostentatious style of folk offerings. They mainly featured simple and elegant paper flowers and soul-guiding banners, arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner. Servants and attendants, all dressed in plain clothes, stood quietly with their heads bowed, their steps slow and deliberate, not daring to raise their voices. The entire mourning hall was well-lit, with candlelight reflecting off the plain curtains. At a glance, it was sorrowful yet orderly, solemn yet not fierce.

"Zhong Xiaoye is so thoughtful. I think this arrangement should perfectly suit my eldest sister's wishes."

He Junru gently arranged the funeral couplets, as if she were tidying up the appearance of her eldest sister who had passed away.

"I thought it was all my second sister's arrangement."

He Yihui was also there.

So what if they're sisters?

As the family and business grew, everyone was busy with their own careers and rarely had the chance to meet.

“I would like to, but I’m worried that I won’t be able to meet my eldest sister’s expectations. So it would be best to let Zhong Xiaoye do it. He has one advantage: he knows what you want.”

After arranging the funeral couplets, He Junru turned around and smiled slightly, "See, he did this job quite well, didn't he?"

The memorial service will officially open tomorrow, and because the deceased preferred quiet, the Ho family will not hold a grand ceremony or arrange for guests to pay their respects; guests will come spontaneously.

"Wouldn't it be inappropriate to leave everything to an outsider?"

He Yihui gazed at the coffin, her delicate yet striking features showing little sadness.

In fact, He Junru is the same.

Losing a loved one is a sad thing, but they certainly won't experience the same grief and despair as ordinary people.

"Does it matter who does it? I think what matters is the result. If the result is satisfactory and it saves time and effort, why not do it?"

"But if you let an outsider handle it, the effect you see will only be the effect they want you to see, and there will be aspects that you can't see."

Upon hearing this, He Junru shifted her gaze from the coffin to her fourth sister, who was already taller than her, and asked with a smile, "Like?"

"For example, they might use this as a pretext to act perversely and seek personal gain."

"Can you be specific?"

"He used his eldest sister's funeral to publicly promote a ban on all private entertainment, and even used violence to threaten variety show crews from the mainland, forcibly interfering with their normal program recordings. Second sister, do you think this is what our eldest sister wanted?"

"or."

"What if they're cursing us behind our backs?"

"Is that so?" He Junru frowned slightly.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. Otherwise, what am I supposed to do if my second sister asks me to provide evidence and I can’t?”

He Junru smiled and said, "Yihui, you're complaining about me in front of my eldest sister. Do we sisters need to talk about evidence?"

He Yihui looked at the older sister in the family whom she once admired the most.

"Second sister, Zhong Xiaoye is not Yu Guangrong. He is ambitious, good at disguising himself, and unscrupulous. No matter how useful such a person may be, we should keep a proper distance from him."

He Junru remained expressionless, her smile unchanged. "Since Father passed away, Yihui, you've matured day by day."

He Yihui remained silent.

Whether she has matured or not is unknown, but the distance between them seems to be growing further and further apart.

"I understand what you're saying. I'll talk to him."

"Second sister."

He Yihui shouted, seemingly dissatisfied with the other party's handling of the situation.

"Times are changing. We can isolate Zhong Xiaoye, but what about others? Will they cooperate with us to isolate him? No. On the contrary, even without us, Zhong Xiaoye has plenty of partners. It will be a situation of one gaining at the expense of the other. Who do you think will suffer the most?"

"Is Zhong Xiaoye really that important? He was just a junket operator before. If we hadn't kept giving him opportunities, would he be where he is today?"

Are you blaming me?

He Junru looked at her younger sister.

He Yihui said calmly, "I know it's not just Second Sister's fault, but I want to ask Second Sister a question: if you could do it all over again, would you still let her get so powerful?"

"will not."

Escaping has never been He Junru's nature. Before He Yihui's "transformation," she was hailed as the person most like her father, so she gave her answer frankly and decisively.

"Since Second Sister also thinks that letting him become powerful was a mistake, why continue down the wrong path?"

He Junru smiled, seemingly wanting to say a lot, but unable to say it.

"Do you know how many VIP rooms he controls right now? Do you know how many clients he has at his disposal? Do you know that most of our competitors in the surrounding regions and countries are at his beck and call? Do you know that even though we didn't give any prior notice, those gambling tycoon families rushed over like they were at a fair, trying to curry favor with us?"

He Junru said calmly, “Yi Hui, do you know that if he wanted to, he could use his Moon City to bring customers online and destroy the customer base in Macau, or even more simply, choose a new place in Southeast Asia and build a new casino? Isn’t that exactly what those families are trying to curry favor with him for?”

He Junru noticed her sister's hesitation.

"What? Do you think he doesn't dare, or he can't?"

"If he does that, he will die a horrible death."

He Yihui said coldly.

He Junru nodded, "You're right. If he really dares to start his own business and destroy Macau, many people won't let him off the hook. But when that happens, he'll be finished, and what about us? We won't be any better off. He understands this and knows where the bottom line is, which is why he still treats us with respect. The current relationship is the best we can have."

He Yihui did not argue further.

Because it is not necessary.

My second sister is right, but not entirely.

Was that nine-headed bird a sign of respect for the entire He family?

at least.

It seems that she is not as good as her second sister.

The world is bustling with activity, all driven by the pursuit of profit.

If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be punished by heaven and earth.

Just like in martial arts novels, even knowing that practicing this divine skill might lead to qi deviation, if it were right in front of them, they would only blame themselves for practicing too slowly or having too low a level of comprehension. Everyone knows that obtaining the Dragon-Slaying Saber will make them the enemy of the world, but upon receiving the news, who wouldn't rush to get it, fearing that if they were too slow, someone else would take it from them?

That's human nature.

My second sister is just a mortal.

Did he have some kind of conflict with you?

He Junru noticed something amiss.

He Yihui remained silent.

"Don't be angry. Your second sister will give you an explanation." (End of Chapter)