I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Even with wealthy relatives abroad, Mr. Jiang is still just an ordinary person in China.

"Mrs. He, please accept my condolences."

Even when offering condolences to the family members, Boss Jiang didn't say a word, following behind Bai Haoran by half a step.

But look at the wealthy guests in the hall, everyone is dressed in a suit and tie, except for him, who is wearing a black Zhongshan suit. He is so unique that he is bound to attract attention.

Thank you.

He Taichong and Bai Haoran nodded in acknowledgment, then quickly looked at the unassuming Boss Jiang, "Mr. Jiang, won't you step forward?"

"I apologize for coming uninvited, Ms. He. May you rest in peace and be reborn in a better realm."

Mr. Jiang didn't move. Was this because he didn't mind, or because he found it strange?
Beside the third wife, the fourth wife's eyebrows were subtly furrowed.

Compared to other family members, her attitude towards Boss Jiang was undoubtedly "pure," consisting only of goodwill, since she knew why her daughter was able to step into the limelight.

Let's put aside the fleeting scandal for now; this young man from mainland China is definitely a strong partner for my daughter.

So when she saw someone appear, the fourth wife's first reaction was surprise, but at this moment, it turned into suspicion.

That voice—

Why does it sound so similar to the male voice I heard on the phone last night?
Fourth Wife turned around to examine her daughter, and Mrs. Ho turned around with her.

"I thought Yi Hui would inform Mr. Jiang."

The pressure shifted to He Yihui.

If no one is around, someone's foot will probably get hit again.

"We did not invite anyone to this funeral; everyone came spontaneously. Mr. Jiang, please forgive us."

He Junru stepped forward calmly and gently to help her sister out of the predicament.

"I see. I thought I wasn't popular."

"How could that be? Mr. Jiang will always be an important friend of the He family."

He Tai made the final decision.

Mr. Jiang nodded, then glanced at Miss He, who had treated the distinguished guest rudely the night before. Considering the special occasion, he did not reveal her crimes.

Brother Jiang.

I had just finished paying my respects when I heard a greeting from an acquaintance.

I turned my head and took a look.

It's also a duo.

Song Shaohe and Haojiang Hall Wang.

Such a strong sense of destiny.

Mr. Jiang, dressed in a heavy Zhongshan suit, walked towards him with Bai Haoran. "Young Master Song? What a coincidence."

Naturally.

Lifelike.

I remember He Yihui's kick when she was pushed to the limit, but she seems to have completely forgotten about her walk with someone last night.

Do you lose your humanity when it comes to the opposite sex?

"Isn't that right?"

Song Shao's performance was equally impressive; this was definitely a showdown between two award-winning actors, and Song Shao might even have the edge.

He not only forgot what happened last night, but also seemed to have completely forgotten the "little bastard" he had cursed at someone just a few minutes ago.

"Brother Jiang, did you just arrive? Your timing was so precise!"

Zhong Tingwang, standing nearby, remained silent, admiring the cunning and hypocrisy of the young nobleman from the mainland.

"No. It arrived last night."

"I knew it."

As if he had expected this, Song Shao smiled and said, "Given the relationship between Brother Jiang and Miss He Qi, it's impossible for him not to come in this situation."

You're bringing up the very thing I shouldn't be talking about.

To be on the safe side, Zhongting Wang remained silent for the time being, but his heart tightened, and a possibility suddenly popped into his mind.

Why did He Yihui rush out in such a hurry last night, leaving him behind? Could it be that she was having a secret rendezvous with the man in front of her?

So, about the bomb—

In a flash, Zhong Xiaoye noticed someone watching her. She shifted her gaze and met Bai Haoran's, who was also silent.

He quickly calmed down.

Correct.

What's the panic?

With so many outlaws, what evidence is there to prove that he did it?
Moreover.

Mr. Song's words were not pleasant to hear, but they were the truth.

We all come from humble backgrounds, what's there to be afraid of?

Unconsciously, Zhong Xiaoye's eyes turned cold and revealed contempt. After all, he had already set his sights on Boss Jiang, so why would he still take Bai Haoran seriously?

In contrast, Bai Haoran remained calm and still, like an ancient well, with no emotion revealed in his eyes.

Ok.

To put it bluntly, it was as if he wasn't looking at Zhong Xiaoye, but at a corpse.

"According to Mrs. He, no one was invited, so why did Young Master Song come?"

Despite his honest and kind appearance, Boss Jiang is not a kind person at all. When the other party made sarcastic remarks about his relationship with He Yihui in public, he was not to be outdone and immediately launched a counterattack.

Song Shao remained calm and composed, replying, "Is that so? I was not aware of that. I was invited by Minister Zhong."

Zhongting Wang.

Upon hearing the other person mention him on their own initiative and use such a formal title, Zhong Xiaoye instantly lost all thoughts. At the same time, he instinctively puffed out his chest, his vanity and self-esteem greatly satisfied.

Even though he's almost reached the top of the entertainment industry in Macau, he still subconsciously craves recognition and respect!
What was that saying again?

I would rather die for a true friend!

Young Master Song, I'd go through fire and water for you!
"Oh, let me introduce you. This is Zhong Tingwang, Zhong Xiaoye."

Young Master Song is definitely a reliable backer. He hasn't even put in much effort yet, just some flattery and superficial gestures, and he's already reaping the rewards.

Isn't this better than those older brothers I used to follow?

Zhong Xiaoye, who had climbed to the top step by step by stepping on his older brothers, was quite moved and even had the idea of ​​sacrificing his life for them.

really.

These princes and nobles are truly exceptional; their ability to win people's hearts is simply superb.

"Mr. Jiang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Finally, he met his "male god," but unfortunately, the "male god" was a thing of the past. Having suddenly realized what was more worth pursuing, Zhong Tingwang remained neither humble nor arrogant. He not only stood up straight, but he didn't even extend his hand.

Since Young Master Song gave him a lot of face, he naturally had to help Young Master Song maintain the atmosphere.

"I've heard of Prince Zhongting's reputation for a long time, and I'm finally meeting him in person."

Mr. Jiang smiled calmly, sized up the other party, and was very friendly, but his words were anything but friendly.

“I see that Zhongting Wang looks pale and gloomy, with a fierce look in his eyes, a broken eyebrow, and a bluish aura running down his face. It seems like a very ominous sign.”

Zhong Xiaoye was stunned, then his anger surged, but he silently gritted his teeth, not daring to lash out.

Today it is today.

Even the He family didn't dare to openly threaten him.

Yes.

He naturally didn't believe it was just nonsense about physiognomy.

"Brother Jiang, you can also read faces?"

What makes a good master?
It means daring and having the courage to stand up when those below are humiliated.

Song Shao's performance was a textbook example, quickly taking over the pressure from Boss Jiang.

"I know a little bit." You don't know anything at all.

of course.

Zhongting Wang could only curse in his heart.

"So, Brother Jiang, what do you think of your own appearance?"

"A doctor cannot heal himself, and a physiognomist cannot physiognomy himself."

Boss Jiang shook his head and swayed his body, looking quite the part.

Song Shao smiled faintly, "Since Brother Jiang can see the ominous sign, shouldn't he also have a way to break it?"

What a rare and wonderful master!

Before Boss Jiang could even speak, Zhong Tingwang couldn't hold back any longer. Although he didn't dare to turn hostile on the spot, he didn't lose the backbone expected of a powerful figure, and his voice turned several degrees colder:
"Fate is the excuse of the weak, and luck is the humble word of the strong. I only believe that human will can overcome fate."

He actually accepted the offer.

They even referred to themselves as "Zhong Mou".

Mr. Jiang, who had been interrupted, remained calm and sighed softly as he continued to answer Young Master Song's question. His answer remained the same, but with the person involved speaking, the simple two words seemed to carry more weight.

There is no solution.

Damn it!
Believe it or not, I'll blow you up, you little bastard!
Judging from the rise and fall of Zhongting Wang's chest, if it were someone else, they would probably be broken into pieces by tonight and sent to Miss He to keep her company.

"Then I'd like to see just how accurate Brother Jiang's physiognomy really is."

Song Shao seemed to be openly supporting Zhong Xiaoye, his voice calm yet arrogant, which greatly eased Zhong Tingwang's turbulent emotions.

"Then we'll wait and see."

Mr. Jiang smiled meaningfully.

There is a great difference between a noble young master with a profound family background and a commoner who rises to prominence. As the saying goes, all talk and no action is useless. What is the point of just talking big and bragging?
I have no energy at all.

Therefore, Song Shao was the first to stop this childish verbal sparring.

“Zhongting Wang has set up a betting game, and all these distinguished guests who have come to pay their respects will participate. I wonder if Brother Jiang would be interested?”

"I won't participate."

Mr. Jiang declined.

"This is a rare opportunity, and these are all experts from various regions. Brother Jiang, wouldn't you like to join in the fun?"

"I'd be so embarrassed if I beat Young Master Song again."

Damn it.

Did he hear someone talking about crickets and become that little rascal?
"Mr. Jiang, are you that confident?"

He dared not get angry for himself, but Zhongtingwang not only had the courage to stand up for his new master, but he had an extremely large one. His eagerness to speak made Song Shao, who was about to say something, gently purse his lips.

"I'm just stating the facts."

Boss Jiang is approachable, unlike Miss He who is rude. He knows to look at people when he speaks, because Miss He is the kind of person who would put a bomb under your car if she felt insulted. She's too scary.

"Then why is Mr. Jiang afraid to play this time? Is he afraid of losing?"

Mr. Jiang, who had once won hundreds of millions from Young Master Song in Las Vegas, smiled wryly.

He was a civilized man; instead of saying something harsh like, "Your boss is someone I've lost to," he gently asked, "Would you like to bet with me on the sidelines?"

Zhong Tingwang almost blurted it out, but reason held back his voice, making him seem hesitant to speak.

"I'll gamble with you using one and a half gambling licenses. If I win, everything is yours; if I lose, you leave Macau. How about that?"

Mr. Jiang remained as gentle and mild as ever.

Even someone as wealthy as Zhong Tingwang felt a lump in his throat, and his face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

As a subordinate, he was clearly inferior to Bai Haoran.

Look at Bai Haoran, he didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, how wise is that?
A person should know their own limitations.

This is a conversation between senior figures. What right do you, a mere underling, have to interrupt? They're betting your entire fortune in any casual bet. What do you have to offer to get on the table?
Have a look.

You're such an idiot.

It must be admitted that Boss Jiang is a typical smiling tiger; with a single, seemingly indifferent remark, he cornered someone.

Gambling licenses are something everyone dreams of. The reason he's called the "King of Gambling Rooms" is because he doesn't have a gambling license or any legal permits, so he can only lease other people's VIP rooms. No matter how big he becomes, he's still just working for someone else. His later foray into developing online platforms was also for this reason.

If he could obtain a gambling license, even just one, Zhong Xiaoye was confident that he would soar to great heights like a dragon entering the sea. Now the opportunity seemed to be within reach, but did he dare to accept it?

Everyone wants to win.

Before participating, one must first consider the cost of losing.

If he loses, he will have to leave Macau. Although he still has Moon City, the number one online platform, as his trump card, losing everything that Macau has built up over the years is a price he cannot afford.

What does it mean to kill someone by destroying their spirit?
Inviting the so-called Asian gambling king to a bet, yet forcing him to refuse, despite the absence of any insulting words, the humiliation he felt was far more intense than being ignored at the gate of the Four Houses Manor last night.

"...Is Mr. Jiang serious?"

Zhong Xiaoye clenched his fists. His surging emotions, after being processed rationally, were revealed through his teeth in a hoarse voice.

If Mr. Jiang were to say "A ruler's word is law" at this moment, the atmosphere would reach a climax. But how could Mr. Jiang, such a low-key and reserved person, be so flamboyant?

"of course."

With his masseter muscles bulging, Zhong Xiaoye stared intently at the other man. "Mr. Jiang, aren't you afraid of losing?"

"What? Worried I'll renege on the debt? Isn't Young Master Song a witness?"

Are you sure this isn't just showing off?
No...it's not true.

Losing his gambling license and his businesses in Macau—how would you describe what it must have been like for Mr. Jiang?

Correct.

Basically, if you lose a game of Happy Landlords, even if you lose all your Happy Beans, you can just top up again.

So here comes the question.

This betting game seems fair, but some players can recharge indefinitely, while others are crippled or even bankrupted after losing just one time...

This is really a waste of time.

"Brother Jiang, are you kidding me? Your opponent is me."

Song Shao stepped forward once again, saving Zhongtingwang, who had no other choice but to take a desperate gamble.

"It doesn't matter. I bet with him on the outside."

This time, Boss Jiang didn't show any mercy. He still sized up the arrogant Asian gambling king and asked, "Do you believe Young Master Song?"

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

What's more, it's a nine-headed bird!

Malgobi.

Driven to the brink, Zhong Xiaoye hardened his heart, his reason completely burned away, and his eyes blazed with fire. "Since Mr. Jiang is so interested, then I naturally cannot disturb Mr. Jiang's enjoyment. I will gamble with Mr. Jiang on the sidelines! If Mr. Song wins, Mr. Jiang's betting license will be mine!"

Greed is one of the greatest original sins in the world.

Even as he said this, a glint of light still flashed in Zhongtingwang's terrifying eyes.

"You lost, get out of Haojiang."

Bai Haoran finally spoke his first words so far.

"no problem."

Zhong Tingwang's gaze shifted, his expression turning sinister and cruel.

The approachable yet flamboyant Boss Jiang was all smiles and about to speak when a notification silenced him.

"Chairman Lan of the Donghai Chamber of Commerce has arrived."

Mr. Jiang wasn't the only one whose expression changed drastically.

Song Chaoge frowned.

The furious Prince Zhongting felt a slight tremor in his heart, as if cold water had been poured over his head, and he suddenly sobered up, immediately looking towards the entrance of Shouzhuozhai.

A graceful and delicate figure slowly entered, her hair styled in a wave pattern with one hand, as if she had stepped out of the Republic of China era. She had abandoned her favorite white and replaced her minimalist silk shirt with black, which was appropriate for the occasion. She wore no white flowers and did not hang any mourning plaque. She was all alone, but she instantly attracted everyone's attention.

—As if controlling everything with a smile, Boss Jiang seemed to feel the biting chill of the Huangpu River again, and felt like sneezing. (End of Chapter)