I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"How should Zhong Xiaoye's VIP room be allocated? Should we take it all?"

Upon hearing Bai Haoran's question, Boss Jiang, who was having dinner at the Wanxi Palace Restaurant, raised his eyelids and stopped eating.

He looked at Bai Haoran and asked seriously, "Isn't the betting game supposed to start tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"How do you know I can win before it even starts?"

Bai Haoran frowned. "Mr. Jiang can lose?"

"..."

Mr. Jiang opened his mouth but no sound came out. He was speechless for a moment, or rather, embarrassed.

loyalty?

No, no.

That's already considered superstition.

“Song Chaoge’s biggest hobby is gambling. Although I’ve beaten him once, I can’t guarantee I’ll keep winning.”

Boss Jiang picked up his chopsticks again, but instead of trying to brainwash him, he demonstrated the valuable spirit of seeking truth from facts.

only.

What does it mean to emphasize winning against others?
A true hero shouldn't dwell on past glories, you know.

Bai Haoran was stunned, his mouth moved, but he was speechless.

He never even considered the possibility that Mr. Jiang might lose.

The gilded crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, subtly blending with the hazy neon lights of the gambling district outside. The sweetness of champagne and the richness of cigars mingled in the air as Boss Jiang leisurely enjoyed his meal. "How many VIP rooms does Zhong Xiaoye control?" he asked.

"Four."

No wonder he's called the King of Halls.

There are currently 30 VIP lounges in operation throughout the entire Haojiang area.

He alone occupies more than half of the country.

No wonder they are so proud and satisfied.

Anyone in that situation would probably be overwhelmed.

"We'll discuss the allocation later. Miss Lan and I will talk about it."

A person should know their own limitations.

I've finally figured out my own position.

Right.

How could they dare to ignore it any longer?

The title of Guanyin Bodhisattva is well-deserved. Not only is she incredibly powerful, but her network of connections is also terrifyingly strong. With just a casual greeting, she can summon figures from the Heavenly Court.

I feel like I can't quite handle this book, "The Inner Chapters of Baopuzi"...

"Yes, that's right."

Bai Haoran couldn't help but smile, his doubts vanishing instantly. Mr. Jiang, you're too modest. You're clearly confident of victory.

He was chased out of the Haojiang River by that sparrow.

is it possible?
"Ring ring—"

The bell rang.

Bai Haoran put down his chopsticks, took out his phone, and subconsciously intended to hang up, but Lai Xian made him stop.

"Miss Jin."

He said to Boss Jiang.

"Which Miss Jin?"

Mr. Jiang didn't react and continued to put down his chopsticks, his posture lazy yet noble. Although Mr. Jiang's original intention remained unchanged, knowing that he came from a humble background, he treated people peacefully and without any airs. However, the change in his temperament was subtle and imperceptible.

"Jin Zhuxuan".

Mr. Jiang was slightly surprised and looked up, "Why did she call you?"

"Could it be that Zhong Xiaoye is causing trouble again?"

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Bai Haoran's eyes.

There is still no evidence that the fourth young lady's car was rigged with a bomb, but it is certain that his people were responsible for making things difficult for the adventurer team.

"At this crucial moment, he must be thinking about how to win, and he shouldn't have time to play these little tricks."

Mr. Jiang smiled calmly, "Go ahead and answer it. You'll find out once you do."

"Ah."

Bai Haoran pressed the answer button and was about to pick up the phone when he realized what was happening. He then switched to speakerphone and placed the phone on the table.

"Miss Jin."

"Mr. Bai, I hope I haven't disturbed you."

"No."

Kim Joo-hyun smiled politely, without any hesitation, and said bravely and seemingly with a clear conscience, "I would like to ask Mr. Baek for a favor."

"Miss Jin, please go ahead."

"Does Mr. Bai know which room Mr. Jiang is staying in at Wanxi Palace?"

Mr. Jiang stopped eating with his chopsticks.

Bai Haoran couldn't help but look at him; his expression control was outstanding, showing no fluctuation whatsoever.

A moment of silence fell over the room.

"...If Mr. Bai doesn't know, then it's alright, no problem."

Bai Haoran remained silent, staring at Boss Jiang, awaiting instructions.

It's definitely not awkward, after all, Bai Haoran, who once dared to hold a knife to his neck, has now become his "follower." Boss Jiang is just a little confused.

Doesn't Kim Joo-hyun know his room number?
Didn't he mention that during our chat last night?

Of course, it's not convenient to take out your phone to check the chat history at this time.

Mr. Jiang nodded silently.

"2222."

Upon receiving the instruction, Bai Haoran immediately replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Bai."

Bai Haoran feigned calmness and remained impassive, "Is there anything else, Miss Jin?"

"That's all, goodbye Mr. Bai."

"Goodbye."

The call has ended.

Bai Haoran put away his phone and then said casually, "Why doesn't Miss Jin just ask Mr. Jiang?"

Shut up!

Do you know what the highest level of adult social interaction is—seeing through things but not saying them?
Boss Jiang's face was like an ancient well, its depths unfathomable. He picked up his chopsticks...

"Have a meal."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Shiny handmade leather shoes tread on a luxurious, fully-laid wool carpet.

Wanxi Palace has 22 floors.

On the way back to his room, Boss Jiang had already checked the chat history from last night. Indeed, he only mentioned the floor number, not the specific phone number.

But the same problem remains.

Why didn't Kim Joo-hyun ask him directly, but instead went around to Baek Ho-ran?
Even as he reached the door, Mr. Jiang still couldn't figure it out.

Perhaps it's... shyness?
Forget it.

Don't try to guess what a woman is thinking.

Unable to figure it out, Mr. Jiang simply stopped thinking about it, swiped his card to open the door, and was about to enter the room when his attention was drawn to a certain object.

on the ground.

There were actually several "small cards" lying there?
People who frequently stay in hotels have probably encountered this kind of thing; small advertisements always manage to slip in wherever they can. But this isn't a budget hotel; it's one of the top luxury hotels in Macau and even the whole country.

The card was slipped in here?

What a talented person!

Mr. Jiang looked around. The corridor was quiet. He didn't feign a frown, since there was no one else around. He only felt a sense of novelty.

So he squatted down, picked up the card from the ground, and then he realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.

Macau has no shortage of pimps, but they are all men in suits and ties driving luxury cars, not sneaky backpackers who move between hotels.

That's an advertisement.

What was stuffed into his room were several photos.

Jiang Chen stood up and examined each photo carefully, quickly recognizing the only two people in the picture.

Kim Joo-hyun.

There's also Zheng Chao.

It must have been evening.

The location is a hotel room.

The photo captures the three essential elements: time, place, and people. While the event itself isn't explicitly stated in the photo, it's subtly revealed through the language of the lens.

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but glance into the room through the two-meter-high floor-to-ceiling window.

Are paparazzi these days really that dedicated?

Is he a rock climbing expert or a bungee jumping champion?
Song Shao was just fooling around; that's what you call taking candid photos.

Mr. Jiang remained calm, holding the intriguing photos, and stepped into the house. He closed the door behind him, and as he passed the shredder, he put a few photos in, pressed start, and as the photos were shredded into powder, it was as if nothing had happened.

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downstairs.

With the wrap-up of the latest episode, the entire production team went on vacation and everyone went out to have fun. However, Kim Joo-hyun did not indulge in any revengeful fun. Instead, she stayed alone in her room, pacing back and forth, clutching her phone tightly in her hand.

No message.

There was no telephone.

Haven't they gone back to their room yet?

That shouldn't be the case. The streetlights are already on outside.

Human patience is limited.

Despite living in an agrarian civilization, Kim Joo-hyun's mindset is influenced by a maritime civilization, so she decides not to wait any longer.

Anyway, she already knows the room number today.

Go out.

Take the elevator.

They didn't even bother with disguise.

They just boldly and openly rushed to the front of 2222.

Having exhausted her courage, she took a deep breath, briefly recharged herself in front of the door, and then raised her hand to ring the doorbell without hesitation.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

Amidst the intense conflict between wanting to be alone and wanting to be alone, the door opened.

Looking at Boss Jiang inside the room, Goryeo Goddess was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, which were hard to describe. In the end, she bit her lower lip.

"Oppa's here."

Melancholy.

Wronged.

She is charming and beautiful.

Her pitiful gaze could melt anyone's heart.

It must be admitted that some women don't need to be coquettish; their smiles and frowns are enough to make men surrender.

But is Boss Jiang an ordinary person?

His willpower is even stronger than that of Tang Sanzang.

"Yes, and two more friends."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen turned to the side.

Reminded, Kim Joo-hyun subconsciously looked into the house and quickly noticed two men coming out.

As expected of a celebrity, even if she's not a professional actor, her emotional management skills are still outstanding, and her expression immediately returns to normal.

perhaps.

It's not just about professional ability.

It's inconvenient to contact her when there are other people around.

"Miss Jin?"

As you can see, the two guests in the room were quite excited when they saw that it was Kim Joo-hyun.

nonsense.

How many opportunities do ordinary people have to see celebrities?
Kim Joo-hyun smiled politely and said, "Hello."

"Ms. Jin, are you filming a show in Macau? I'm a fan of yours, I watch every episode of Adventurer."

Both men were relatively young, around thirty years old, or maybe even younger. The one speaking had thick eyebrows and big eyes; he must be a true fan, otherwise he wouldn't be so aware of the program's movements.

"Pay attention to your image."

The companion, being more composed, offered a reminder.

"It's okay, how about we take a picture together?"

Mr. Jiang is kind and approachable.

The fan with thick eyebrows and big eyes was tempted, then her eyes showed hesitation, and finally, for some unknown reason, she shook her head and refused this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang. I am already very grateful to have been able to see Miss Jin in person."

This is a normal person.

But they are clearly more persevering and self-disciplined than normal people, and are able to resist temptation.

"Then I won't bother Mr. Jiang any longer. Thank you for your support of our work, Mr. Jiang."

His companion was even more robust, exuding an aura of righteousness.

The other party was very tactful; it was Boss Jiang who took the initiative to extend his hand.
"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's my duty, it's what I should do."

They shook hands in turn and then walked out.

Kim Joo-hyun stepped aside, smiling and nodding in greeting.

The two passed each other until they reached the corridor and the door behind them closed. The big star from Goryeo entered the room, and the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes couldn't help but say, "This trip was worthwhile, Kim Joo-hyun!"

"Control yourself. Always remember why you're here."

"Stop pretending. Aren't you excited? How many times have you seen a celebrity? This might be your only chance in your life."

He turned around and sighed deeply, "I really envy Mr. Jiang..."

His companion slapped him on the head without hesitation, saying, "Mind your thoughts."

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes immediately looked away.
"Yes, sir!"

Inside house 2222.

Kim Joo-hyun didn't sit; she stood, still appearing quite reserved.

Although she was very brave when she rushed up, all that courage had vanished by now that she had witnessed the "truth," and she even felt a little guilty and embarrassed.

"Is something wrong?"

Mr. Jiang, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He sat down on the sofa with an air of nonchalance and casually crossed his legs, giving off a somewhat boss-to-an-artist vibe.

"……I……"

Kim Joo-hyun hesitated, her gaze wandering as she smoothed her hair. "Those two just now..."

"Speak if you have something to say."

Mr. Jiang noticed her nervousness, leaning back on the sofa with a calm and languid expression.

Tsk.

Taking a candid photo of this scene would probably make it even more impactful.

Kim Joo-hyun didn't care who those two people were, nor was she curious. She subconsciously glanced at the doorway, or rather, at the bottom of the door, and then took a deep breath.

They're already inside.

We can't just follow the example of that fourth young lady and quietly slip away.

"Why didn't you contact me?"

"You put it there?"

"Correct!"

Kim Joo-hyun mustered her courage and met his gaze.

The photos are missing.

This means that they saw it.

Don't you care at all?

Who took the photo?

"I don't know. Someone brought it over today while we were filming."

Mr. Jiang remained unmoved, simply grunting, "I'll handle it. Not a single photo will appear in the media or on social media platforms."

Paper wrapped fire.

But big hands can.

Kim Joo-hyun certainly didn't doubt the other party's power; after all, the other party was a god who could save her from Goryeo.

What she cares about is not scandals or rumors at all!

"Oppa, aren't you going to ask me if these photos are real or fake?"

I've been in China for two years now, and my innermost thoughts must eventually fill up.

The saying "great things come from small beginnings" may also apply to this principle.

Looking at the Korean beauty who was now staring intently at him, no longer shy or evasive, Boss Jiang remained silent for a moment, then lowered his legs, leaned forward, straightened his back, and smiled.
"You mean, I would still doubt you?"

Kim Joo-hyun pressed her lips tightly together, remaining silent, as if any slight opening would cause her breath to leak out.

"Zheng Chao is more than a decade older than you, and he has a family and children. What's your reason for getting involved with him?"

"Oppa!"

Kim Joo-hyun couldn't help but shout, her beautiful face turning red.

"Excuse me."

Mr. Jiang apologized for his rude words, saying, "I personally signed your contract. I know what kind of girl you are."

Although this explanation was helpful, Kim Joo-hyun was not satisfied with it.

indeed.

Some opportunities may only come once in a lifetime.

"Does Oppa really understand me?"

Her face was even more radiant, as if she had applied rouge, or as if she were drunk, but her pupils remained resolute, determined, staring straight at Boss Jiang.

"boom!"

Mr. Jiang suddenly slammed his hand on the coffee table, his face stern, "Watch your tone."

Kim Joo-hyun was inevitably startled, but courage is the hymn to humanity!
Instead of retreating, she advanced, taking half a step forward.

“I’ve never treated Oppa as my boss. If Oppa only sees me as a pitiful, mischievous cat…”

She suddenly looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Oppa started my second life, Joo-hyun can give it back to you.”

Before she finished speaking, she rushed towards the window. She really rushed towards it, after all, Boss Jiang was the godfather of the entertainment industry and an expert himself. He could tell whether someone was acting or not.

How could such a gentle, shy, and polite girl be so fierce at heart?

Is someone going to jump off a building over the slightest disagreement?

He now finally understood why people died so often in the Korean entertainment industry.

Perhaps it's not entirely the fault of the wealthy and powerful who act inhumanely.

Before he could even freeze, Boss Jiang quickly stood up, strode forward, and, arriving faster than anyone else, leaped over the coffee table, grabbed the other person's arm, and shouted at the same time.

"Damn it!" (End of Chapter)