I have ten trillion licking dog gold

One of the top casino hotels in Macau.

Golden Palace.

Under a clear blue sky, luxury cars arrived one after another.

The big boss behind the Golden Palace personally came out to greet them, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with distinguished guests from home and abroad, smiling as brightly as a flower.

Originally, the funeral was a chance for the He family to make the most of their resources and gain considerable attention, but in the end, it seems that he secretly pulled off a scheme and became the biggest winner.

"After today, the Golden Palace will probably become famous."

As the organizer, Zhongting Wang was naturally present and, as the host, also greeted the guests.

"That's all thanks to your care, A-Ye."

Regardless of seniority or age, Guan Dahua, the big boss of the Golden Palace, is a generation older than Zhong Xiaoye, but he is quite humble and gives this king of the hall plenty of face.

The martial arts world today is not the same as it used to be.

In the past, loyalty and brotherhood were paramount in the martial arts world; now, profit comes first.

As an old-timer, if you can't change the trend, you can only embrace the times.

"Uncle Guan, you're too kind. I wouldn't be where I am today without your kindness and support."

Zhong Xiaoye, of course, understood social etiquette and immediately engaged in mutual flattery, his smile seemingly humble, but in reality, his satisfaction was evident on his face.

What does the young rascal crave most after he rises to power?
respect!

This is why the He family was rejected, while the Golden Palace was selected.

"Don't say that. You got to where you are today because of your own abilities and skills."

Guan Dahua, who was once a powerful figure and still is, sighed softly, the iconic mole beside his nose revealing his感慨 about the changing times, "The world is yours now."

Why are we drifting further and further apart from the He family?

There are reasons for all of this.

Zhong Xiaoye was in a very good mood, and his smile inevitably revealed a bit of unrestrainedness and arrogance. Standing next to Guan Dahua, who was wearing a sharp suit but could not hide his age, he did have the feeling of a young man who was riding high on his success.

"Uncle Guan, you are mistaken. It should be said that the world belongs to us."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two men smiled knowingly.

"From now on, the volume of cross-border cruise shipments will depend heavily on you, Aye."

"Uncle Guan, you're too kind. We need your help to secure the legal licenses and funding channels."

"No problem, no problem."

"Uncle Da!"

Just as the two were chatting and laughing, a shout rang out, and a handsome, melancholic-looking man with long, flowing hair walked over. He must have just washed his hair before setting off, as it was very smooth and flowing. This time, he didn't wear any outlandish or abstract clothing; he was dressed in a shiny black suit, except that his leather shoes were high-heeled, about five or six centimeters high. Within the bounds of propriety, he still managed to create his own style.

"Handsome guy!"

Guan Dahua laughed heartily, "I thought you had gone back."

"I was planning to go back, but I heard there was an epic gambling match at Da Ye's Golden Palace today, so I came to join in the fun."

As he replied, Prince Xiang smiled and nodded to Prince Zhongting.

Zhongtingwang joked with a friendly smile, "Wherever there's excitement, you're always there."

"I'm just here to broaden my horizons."

Having been brutally beaten down by society, Young Master Xiang has completely lost his former sharp edges.

"Guests are welcome."

Guan Dahua smiled broadly and patted his arm, "Go in."

Upon entering the hotel, the young master was led in by a manager.

"Ah Ye, everyone who's supposed to come today will be here. Have you made all the arrangements?"

Zhong Xiaoye smiled, but his eyes flashed with a cold light. "Uncle Guan, the Golden Palace is your territory, which means you are in an invincible position."

"Eh."

Guan Dahua, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, raised his hand and said, "The Golden Palace is mine, but the VIP room is yours. If anything happens, I can't take responsibility."

Zhong Xiaoye's sharp, arrogant expression exuded an air of superiority as he declared domineeringly, "No surprises."

Guan Dahua nodded, seemingly relieved. "I visited Mr. Song last night. To be honest, Ah Ye, your connections are amazing."

"Hehe, Uncle Guan, my number one hobby is gambling, and my number two hobby is making friends."

Making friends?
friend?

Guan Dahua remained noncommittal, nodding with a smile. After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Did you invite the He family?"

Zhong Xiaoye seemed to sense something, turned his head, and then slightly narrowed his eyes.

A low-key yet imposing screen slowly drove in.

Zhongting Wang was very familiar with this car, and the rekindled sense of humiliation made his face tremble uncontrollably.

"Since Mr. He left, the He family has become increasingly shameless."

Guan Dahua glanced at him silently.

The curtain fell.

The driver got out of the car and bent down to open the back door. As expected, it was Miss He who got out.

The exclusively customized champagne gold satin with subtle patterns drapes beautifully without being stiff. Light filters through the fabric, creating a delicate, layered sheen that is not as flashy or dazzling as sequins, but exudes a refined and sophisticated elegance. The dress features a minimalist, fitted fishtail silhouette, with the bodice conforming to the curves of the shoulders and neck. The off-the-shoulder design, with its slightly strapless neckline, is both clean and soft, perfectly showcasing the delicate collarbone and rounded shoulders. There are no superfluous embellishments, only a very fine, hand-stitched edge of matching silk around the neckline. The stitches are so fine they are almost invisible, subtly blending elegance and composure into a perfectly understated yet captivating beauty.

While it may not be as impressive as the Blood Guanyin, having such a female companion can certainly boost one's aura.

A mixture of shame, resentment, and a deep-seated greed flashed through his mind, before being replaced by a cold, hypocritical smile. Prince Zhong greeted her loudly, but remained standing still. "Why is Fourth Miss here?"

"Can't I come?"

He Yihui walked in, her smile equally gentle, and then looked at Guan Dahua, politely saying, "Uncle Guan."

Although the two companies are competitors, the martial arts world is not about fighting and killing; it's about competing without breaking apart.

"Yi Hui, please accept my condolences."

According to custom, as an elder, Guan Dahua did not personally attend the funeral, but he sent a eulogy.

"Yes. Uncle Guan, please take care of yourself too."

"Hehe, that's for sure. Times are getting better and better, and more and more exciting. I'm not going to report to the underworld so soon."

Guan Dahua said kindly and warmly, "Come on, I'll take you inside."

"Wait a moment."

The neglected Prince Zhong suddenly spoke, staring at the woman who wouldn't even look at him.
"Has the Fourth Miss been invited?"

Guan Dahua's smile faded slightly, and he fell silent.

In their generation, no matter how fierce the infighting was behind the scenes, they always maintained appearances, but now there are obviously not so many rules.

"You mean, without an invitation, you can't get in?"

He Yihui looked over.

Finally receiving attention, Zhongting Wang smiled meaningfully without saying a word.

"When did the Golden Palace become the property of the Zhong family?"

Zhong Tingwang was a responsible man and did not put Guan Dahua in a difficult position. He smiled politely and said, "Of course, the Golden Palace does not belong to the Zhong family, but the VIP room of the Golden Palace is contracted by me."

He Yihui was speechless and caught in an awkward situation where she couldn't know what to do. And according to the usual routine, at this moment, the Prince Charming would make his appearance.

The little golden statuette gleamed in the light.

Although it's not a pristine white Rolls-Royce, the two-tone design, full of old-money style, exudes an even more imposing aura.

Bai Haoran acted as the driver himself, and when someone stepped out of the back seat in handmade Oxford shoes, the background music from the movie "God of Gamblers" seemed to be playing in the environment.

If he had a slicked-back hairstyle and a cape, he would definitely look incredibly cool. But Boss Jiang is definitely not that flamboyant. He is wearing a handmade haute couture navy blue suit made of high-count wool and silk blend fabric with a warm, matte finish. The half-linen lining has neat and crisp hand-shaped shoulder lines, and the slightly cinched waist is precisely tailored to outline his figure. The notch lapel has smooth lines, and a single mother-of-pearl button is neatly fastened, showing minimalist sophistication.

She wore a high-count white silk cotton shirt underneath, with a crisp collar and a matching silk pocket square peeking out from her breast pocket—perfectly proportioned. Her handcrafted Oxford shoes were polished to a shine, making her gait even more steady and composed.

Ok.

That's how low-key we are~

Even so, he still received envious and even resentful glances. Zhong Tingwang pursed his lips, his jaw muscles appearing and disappearing, and his naturally hanging hands unconsciously clenched.

"Why are you here so early?"

Mr. Jiang, whose features exuded Eastern charm yet whose demeanor also reflected Western elegance, was the first to greet He Yihui. "What's the use of arriving early? We can't get in."

Guan Dahua, the big boss of Jin Dian, remained silent.

"Can't get in? Who's stopping you from getting in?"

Boss Jiang smiled.

Behind him, Bai Haoran's gaze had already been fixed on Zhong Tingwang.

This time, Miss He didn't hesitate and turned her gaze to the arrogant Prince Zhong.

Boss Jiang shifted his gaze, his expression remaining as warm as ever.

"Aren't you going to let her in?"

The inquiry was friendly, yet it felt like a mountain pressing down on you. Without experiencing it firsthand, one cannot truly understand the pressure that Zhongting Wang felt.

Having emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, Zhong Tingwang suppressed his violently beating heartbeat, constantly reminding himself that the other party was also a commoner from humble beginnings, but the real feeling of tension throughout his body made it impossible for him to deceive himself.

It's ok.

After today.

He will soar to great heights!
In time, he will trample everything under his feet!
"How could that be? Miss, you've misunderstood. What I meant was, let's wait for Mr. Jiang together."

He forced a smile.

An old hand is an old hand. At this moment, Guan Dahua stepped forward and extended his hand to Jiang Chen, saying, "Mr. Jiang, I am Guan Dahua. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I've heard so much about you."

Although he didn't get to see a UFO last night, Mr. Jiang didn't vent his anger on innocent people and shook hands with them with a smile.

"Mr. Song is already inside. Mr. Jiang, Yi Hui, please come in."

Guan Dahua raised his hand in a gesture.

Miss He Qi naturally took Mr. Jiang's arm.

Bai Haoran smiled knowingly.

In public, Mr. Jiang naturally didn't react with surprise, allowing the other party to escort him as he walked gentlemanly into the Golden Hall.

After they passed each other, Zhongtingwang's smile vanished, and his expression became uncertain.

Guan Dahua patted his arm.

"Uncle Guan, I'm fine."

"Ah Ye, you're being a bit impulsive."

Zhong Tingwang nodded, and with a deep breath, his smile returned. "Uncle Guan's teachings are right. Flowing water doesn't compete for the first place, but for its endless flow; plants don't compete for height, but for their continuous life. The one who laughs last is the real skill."

No.

Why does that sound so awkward?

I don't know what you're trying to say.

It's not scary to be uncultured. Take the Blood Guanyin, for example. She's very honest and has never shied away from her level of education. What's scary is someone who hasn't read many books but insists on pretending to be cultured.

Guan Dahua smiled and casually asked, "Ah Ye, I heard that you worked as a textile worker when you were in school?"

"Yeah, we were poor back then, so we did all sorts of jobs to earn some money."

Zhong Tingwang was also very frank, saying that it wasn't his dark history, but rather the path he had taken.

Why is Uncle Guan asking this?

He suddenly felt a little confused.

Guan Dahua didn't explain, he just nodded to himself, "That's good."

As people get older, they tend to become a bit eccentric.

Zhong Tingwang didn't take it to heart. "Uncle Guan, I'll go in first."

"Okay. Go ahead."

With both main guests already arrived, Zhongting Wang wasted no more time. He turned around, strode into the hotel, eager to embrace his bright future.

Guan Dahua looked up at the drifting clouds and sighed:
"Plants do not compete to be tall, and flowing water does not compete to be first. How well said."

VIP lounge.

Even without mentioning the overcrowding, it was still packed with people.

These are no pushovers; even Miss Four was turned away. You can imagine how high the bar is for entering this VIP room. If Interpol were to raid it now, the Asian gambling industry would definitely collapse.

But what good is being awesome?

He may be a big shot outside, but once he enters this VIP room, he's just a background character.

At the impressive oval-shaped gambling table, Song Shao sat down at one end, quietly playing with a chip.

All the big shots stood like underlings, while he sat alone until Boss Jiang entered, which broke the atmosphere.

Handsome men and beautiful women are an eye-catching combination no matter where they are. If they also have extraordinary identities, their appeal is even more overwhelming.

All eyes in the room instantly shifted.

Ugh.

They still suffered from a lack of numbers.

Who told Young Master Song to be so averse to women?

In the gaps between the crowd, Young Master Xiang didn't admire the petite and charming Miss He. Instead, he stole a glance at the man who had made him change his ways. His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively hid behind a Filipino gambling tycoon in front of him before moving out again.

What are you hiding from?
The grudges were settled long ago.

It's not him who's going to be unlucky today.

Holidays can breed hatred, but they can also inspire worship.

He came here today just to watch the show.

With so many people around, Boss Jiang naturally didn't notice Young Master Xiang in the crowd, or perhaps he had long forgotten him. His gaze was fixed solely on Young Master Song at the end of the gambling table.

The conflict between the two seems to have started with that gambling game in Las Vegas.

If we borrowed the cameras from the Adventurers program to record, we wouldn't need any embellishment. Just recording the two of them together across the gambling table would instantly create a sense of destiny.

He Yihui still wouldn't let go, and together with Boss Jiang, they walked to the gambling table in full view of everyone and sat down on the other side.

Why are there only the two of us?

Boss Jiang sensed something was wrong.

nonsense.

The word has already spread, to prevent him from going back on his word. Since everyone knows what's being gambled on, who would be foolish enough to sit at the table?

"Aren't two people enough?"

Song Chaoge, who had been staying at the Golden Palace the previous night, nodded to the pleasing He Yihui. Considering the occasion and the large number of onlookers, he did not take out his phone to take a commemorative photo. He smiled and said, "There is a saying that goes, 'If you are lucky in love, you will be unlucky in gambling.'"

Mr. Jiang turned a deaf ear.

Zhong Tingwang arrived with the dealers, waved his hand, and walked towards Song Chaoge, while the dealers took their positions in the dealing area.

Now the two sides are evenly matched.

2V2
Even though everyone present was an industry leader, they were still secretly excited and whispering among themselves.

"Each person has 100 million chips; whoever loses all of them first loses. Brother Jiang, any questions?"

"no problem."

"Let's begin then."

Song Shao was calm and collected, exuding the aura of a master.

"Open the cards."

Zhongting Wang, with a deep expression, gestured to the croupier.

The croupier in white gloves nodded and was about to unfold the deck of cards.

"Wait a moment."

Mr. Jiang leaned back in his European-style chair with a relaxed posture.

"I need to have my license checked." (End of Chapter)