He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Seeing that the polishing was almost complete, a glint of light flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes, and he cut straight down on the thin layer of stone.

"Ouch!"

A gasp suddenly erupted from the sidelines.

"Look, look, it's not green!"

Gao Gang was puzzled: "Why are they making such a fuss if the green hasn't even come out yet?"

Fang Xinwu, who had been keeping a close eye on the scene, was breathing rapidly and his eyes were wide open, so he had no time to pay attention to anything else.

The screams from the sidelines were incessant.

"It's famous! It's famous!"

"This is red jade!"

"Do you have eyes? Look closely, that's clearly top-grade icy red jade!" the man shouted hurriedly. "Young man, I'll take it for five million!"

"Heh, five million? Such a large piece should be worth at least double! I'll bid twelve million!"

"I'll offer fifteen million!"

The bidding was in full swing, leaving even Gao Gang, a complete novice, dumbfounded.

"This stepping stone can earn so much money?"

"I never knew Zhang Beixing had this skill; it's worth several lifetimes' worth of wages for me!"

As for Mr. Mei, who sold this top-quality icy red jade as a stepping stone, he almost fainted.

Boss Mei was utterly shocked and incredulous, his mouth agape as if he could fit a goose egg inside!

After a moment of stunned silence, Boss Mei collapsed to the ground, pounding his chest in regret.

"Damn it! My fifteen million... just given away for nothing!"

The jade gambling industry is similar to the antique industry, where it is believed that once the transaction is completed, the seller will not take responsibility.

Therefore, no matter how valuable this stepping stone is, it has nothing to do with Boss Mei anymore.

Zhang Beixing smiled and waved to Fang Xinwu.

"Qifu, this is your specialty, so it's up to you!"

Fang Xinwu was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered from his shock and stepped forward.

He stared at the composed Zhang Beixing for a long time, finally unable to resist lowering his voice and asking incredulously:
"Captain Zhang, you didn't secretly use a wallhack, did you?"

……

As dusk settles over the Golden Triangle Special Economic Zone.

As night falls, the city gradually lights up with dazzling neon lights.

The drunken man bought a bag of fruit from a market stall, and as he paid and turned around, his phone suddenly rang.

"Hey?"

The call connected, and a deep male voice came through the receiver.

"Hello, Pierre, this is Da'an."

The man called Pierre beamed with joy upon hearing his old partner's voice.

"Oh God! Mr. Zhang, I've finally gotten in touch with you! Where have you been all this time? Are we still going to do business together?"

Zhang Da'an on the other end of the phone sighed deeply.

"It's a long story, Pierre. Listen carefully, I've run into trouble on the mainland. The police are keeping a close eye on me, and I don't dare to make any rash moves."

Upon hearing this, Pierre frowned and questioned him.

"You're being watched by the police? What about my goods?"

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

Under police surveillance, Zhang Da'an tried his best to keep his voice steady and continued in a reassuring tone.

“Our business won’t be interrupted, don’t worry. I’ve already arranged for my brother to go to the Golden Triangle, and he will take over that batch of goods for me.”

"Your brother?" Peel raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

After a brief pause, he said reluctantly, "This is a business deal between you and me; we can't trust outsiders."

"Sigh, alright." Zhang Da'an sighed helplessly. "Since that's how it is, there's nothing I can do to help. The police are keeping a close watch on us, so we have to lay low. We'll meet again someday."

As he spoke, Zhang Da'an was about to hang up the phone.

"No! No! No!" Pierre hurriedly stopped him. "Mr. Zhang, don't be anxious. We can discuss it. Is that person really reliable?"

Zhang Da'an laughed and said, "Of course he's reliable. He's my brother who'd risk his life for me, just like you, Pierre. What can't we trust between brothers?"

After a moment's hesitation, Pierre ultimately succumbed to the lure of money.

"Okay, what's his name?"

“His name is Qi Fu. He is Chinese like me, but he has been active in the Golden Triangle for many years and is a middleman. I believe you will get along very well.”

After saying that, Zhang Da'an immediately added.

"By the way, he should contact you in the next couple of days, so make sure your phone is on. This guy has limited patience, so don't ruin the deal you've already secured."

Zhang Da'an spoke confidently, "Capable people are often short-tempered. Be more tolerant of him, and he will definitely be able to help you find a buyer. Don't forget my share then."

Pierre thumped his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. We've known each other for many years, and I will never forget you. I look forward to the day we can cooperate again."

Yes, very soon.

The two ended the call.

With the thought that his stockpiled goods might finally be sold, Pierre couldn't help but hum a little tune.

"I can relive those days of spending money like water..."

With a look of nostalgia for the extravagant past, Pierre suddenly made a snap decision and threw away the rotten fruit in his arms.

"Going home? I'm going to find a few girls to have some fun tonight!"

Pierre's unrestrained laughter echoed deep into the streets and alleys.

……

Meanwhile, a secret base in the mountains.

The Red Cell Team and the Special Police Task Force sat around a long table.

Gao Gang stood in front of the blackboard at the table, carefully outlining the battle plan.

"This time I play a mainland businessman, Boss Qian Duoduo. As his name suggests, he is so poor in this life that all he has left is money."

Guo Bing couldn't help but tease, "Captain Gao, this is probably a dream you'll never fulfill in your lifetime, right? It seems the organization is very considerate and has helped you realize your wish."

Gao Gang said irritably, "Xiao Bing, you need to change this habit. You're always arguing with people. Be careful you don't end up not getting married and your brother has to support you for the rest of your life."

Upon hearing the word "marriage," Guo Bing glanced at Zhang Beixing discreetly, her cheeks flushing slightly before she fell silent.

Everyone sensed the subtle tension, but Zhang Beixing, the person involved, remained completely oblivious.

Zhang Beixing was engrossed in checking his phone balance, thoroughly enjoying himself.

They made a net profit of 25 million RMB after attending the jade gambling conference, which can be described as a very lucrative achievement.

Although Zhang Beixing's family is wealthy, spending millions of yuan a year is commonplace for him.

But earning a fortune through one's own abilities... or more accurately, through one's own eyes, feels completely different, and the sense of accomplishment is overwhelming!
The crowd withdrew their sympathetic gazes from Guo Bing and listened as Gao Gang continued his instructions.

"Nezha plays a rich second-generation heir this time, who is specifically responsible for giving me money."

"Xiao Bing, you'll have to make a small sacrifice and reluctantly become my little lover."

"Master and Erlang are to play my subordinates. Remember to act arrogantly, but don't be too fake. Use all the acting skills you learned in police academy!"

The special police officers roared in unison.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!!"

After Gao Gang finished assigning tasks to the special police action team, it was Zhang Beixing's turn to make arrangements.

Zhang Beixing cleared his throat and looked at the Red Blood Cell team members.

“Our task is much simpler. Our main job is to make things difficult for Boss Qian and to portray the nouveau riche character vividly. We need to make them believe us through fierce bidding. I think Erniu is very suitable for this character.”

Upon hearing the arrangement, Li Erniu was stunned.

"Huh? You want me to play the boss?"

"What? Don't want to?"

"No, no," Li Erniu quickly shook his head like a rattle-drum, "I'll obey the captain's orders!"

Li Erniu scratched his head and chuckled, "Hehe, actually I'm quite happy about it. Tomorrow you'll all be my little brothers."

Zhang Beixing scanned the entire group, gently stroking his chin as he pondered intently.

"Hmm... Falcon... you shouldn't go tomorrow, your righteous act will easily give you away."

"Pfft." Wang Yanbing laughed gleefully.

Zhang Beixing looked at Wang Yanbing: "Flamingo must go. It would be a waste not to take advantage of your natural acting talent."

“No, how am I playing myself?” Wang Yanbing said indignantly, “I haven’t been a gangster for many years.”

"Hehehe..."

"Who told you to be such a perfect fit?"

The team members showed no mercy and launched a group of mocking remarks.

Evil will be punished, and the time has come. "Longlong, the pilot, and I will all be Erniu's bodyguards tomorrow."

"Yay!" Li Erniu clenched his fist under the table. "The serfs have been liberated and are now singing songs of triumph!"

At this moment, Quick Translator raised its hand.

He said weakly, "Um... have the two captains forgotten about me?"

Zhang Beixing was taken aback: "You... who was it again?"

"I am Quick Translate," Quick Translate, with its barely noticeable presence, said pitifully.

"Oh, sorry for the oversight. The two dogs need care. You can stay at the shelter to feed them tomorrow."

“Okay… alright.” Quick Translator’s eyes were filled with resentment.

Those two old dogs always foraged for their own food and had never been fed by anyone, so I always felt that this task was made up on the spot...

As dusk deepened, night once again enveloped the earth. ...

This sinful capital of the East, the Golden Triangle, also exudes a unique exotic charm under the night sky.

The streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians, and colorful neon lights enveloped the entire city, quietly concealing the sins of the day.

The center of the Special Economic Zone is the most prosperous area of ​​the Golden Triangle.

Located in the heart of the area is a classic Chinese restaurant run by Chinese people, with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, and an extraordinary atmosphere. It is called Dacheng Restaurant!
Day and night, this place is always packed. Guests who manage to reserve a private room here are always beaming with pride.

At this moment, in the VIP room of the restaurant, Fang Xinwu and Pierre were exchanging toasts and chatting happily as they drank.

With a flushed face, Pierre was in high spirits. He drank countless cups and, feeling dizzy, patted Fang Xinwu on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

"When Da'an said we were definitely compatible, I didn't believe it. But after meeting you today, it's true. We've been wanting to be friends for a long time."

Fang Xinwu joked, "That's called meeting too late."

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean. I wish Da'an had introduced us sooner."

"I think so too, let's do one more!"

"Dry!"

The two men raised their glasses and clinked them together, causing beer foam to splash everywhere.

At that moment, the waiter came in with the bill.

Pierre reached out to take it enthusiastically.

"I'll pay, give me the bill!"

Fang Xinwu snatched it first, leaving no room for argument: "It's my treat today!"

Peel feigned reluctance and then handed the bill back.

"Okay, okay, you come on over. Anyway, I don't like to treat people."

After saying this, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

After paying the bill, the two walked out arm in arm.

As I approached the door, I unexpectedly bumped into someone coming from the opposite direction.

"You son of a bitch, can't you even breathe a sigh of relief?! Ugh, you knocked my head off, pay up!"

The newcomer started cursing loudly in a thick dialect.

Fang Xinwu looked closely and exclaimed in surprise:

"Hey! Brother Zhang Beixing! What are you doing here? Still doing staged accidents for money?"

Fang Xinwu grinned and said, "This isn't your hometown. Be careful if you try to stage an accident in the Golden Triangle and end up getting beaten up and no one will collect your body!"

Zhang Beixing was stunned for a moment, then seemed to recognize the other person, and the two suddenly hugged each other.

"When fellow countrymen meet, tears well up in their eyes! I never expected to meet you in the Golden Triangle! By the way, what's your name again?"

Fang Xinwu smiled helplessly and said, "What a strange fellow!"

"What fellow countryman? Aren't you from southern Xinjiang? I think you're drunk."

"We all live in the same global village, we're all from the same hometown." Zhang Beixing rambled on, patting Fang Xinwu's shoulder hard.

"Why are you here?"

"Sigh, don't even mention it. I came here with my country bumpkin boss to find a way to make money."

Fang Xinwu raised an eyebrow: "I heard your boss is quite wealthy? Introduce me to him, maybe I can help him find a way to make money."

"Sure, no problem!" Zhang Beixing readily agreed. "He's right there..."

Before the words were finished, a dark head peeked out from another private room on the second floor.

"Xiao Qi? It really is you, kid!"

Fang Xinwu's eyes lit up, and he made an exaggerated expression.

"Oh my god, isn't this Boss Qian?"

He turned to Zhang Beixing apologetically and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, see you another day, boss. Boss Qian is here, I need to go and offer him a toast."

Without saying another word, he went upstairs.

Peel was also hoping that Fang Xinwu would help him make business connections, so he had no choice but to follow suit.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Beixing flew into a rage and began cursing:

"You're looking down on us! Who does Boss Qian think he is? Just wait until I call our boss out, he'll scare you to death!"

Zhang Beixing's fury was palpable, and his acting was completely natural!

Without a doubt, fearing he might be caught in the crossfire, Peel fled faster than a rabbit.

Watching Peer's disheveled figure, Zhang Beixing smugly hummed.

"It was definitely worth reading Stephen Chow's book, 'An Actor Prepares,'"

As Pierre followed Fang Xinwu into the private room, he was almost blinded by the stacks of red banknotes on the table.

The extravagant scene left Pierre speechless, and he silently retreated to a corner.

What's the situation?
I dared not say a word, dared not ask any questions.

Fang Xinwu warmly stepped forward and exchanged pleasantries:
"Mr. Qian, it's been so long! I've missed you so much!"

Boss Qian sneered: "Xiao Qi, do you miss me or my money?"

"Hehe, everyone wants it. I came here just by smelling the money."

Fang Xinwu smiled ingratiatingly, his acting skills honed over many years reaching a level of perfection.

Boss Qian laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, a leopard can't change its spots. But you've come at the perfect time."

As he spoke, he got up, picked up a wad of banknotes, and stuffed them into Fang Xinwu's arms.

"I just beat that rich kid, everyone who sees this gets a share. The most important thing in life is to be happy."

Mr. Qian pointed at Nezha, who was dressed as a rich second-generation and had a worried look on his face, and laughed heartily.

Fang Xinwu nodded repeatedly, his smile radiant.

"Oh, thank you so much, Boss Qian!"

"If you really want to thank me, bark like a dog twice."

what?
Bark like a dog?
Peel, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned slightly.

This is clearly an insult.

Fang Xinwu, however, just grinned nonchalantly.

"What's wrong with barking like a dog? I'll do it!"

After saying that, it barked twice on the spot.

The dog's clear bark drew laughter from the entire room.

"Haha, you want me to really scream?"

Boss Qian took a deep drag on his cigarette and pointed, "Wag your tail again?"

“No problem!” Fang Xinwu obediently swayed his hips, his posture fawning.

Mr. Qian clapped his hands and laughed:

"Wow, that's great technique! Here's another reward!"

Erlang, standing beside him, got up and threw another wad of banknotes at Fang Xinwu.

Fang Xinwu happily accepted it.

"Woof woof! Congratulations, Mr. Qian, on your fortune!"

Laughter filled the private room, except for the "rich second generation" who lost money and looked miserable.

At this moment, Mr. Qian's gaze shifted slightly, as if he had just noticed Pierre.

"This guy looks unfamiliar?"

Fang Xinwu quickly pulled the reserved Pierre over.

“Mr. Qian, this is my brother, Pierre.”

Boss Qian nodded: "Xiao Qi's brother is my brother. Second brother, give this brother some too!"

"Yes, boss."

Erlang immediately picked up a bundle of banknotes and handed it to Pierre. (End of Chapter)