money player

Uh, the relationship tabloids are just making things up.

Greta Garbo walked over, but not to Farouk, but to Jorge Guinness. There was no intimate gesture; she simply whispered a few words and left, without ever glancing at Farouk.

It seems she was merely a guest of Jorge Guinness, the kind with whom he had a proper relationship.

Turning his gaze away from Greta Garbo, Sin Yiu-man said to Kana, "Do you know who she's rumored to be having an affair with?"

"Who?"

Greta Garbo.

Jana glanced in the direction Greta Garbo had left. "I don't know, but she and Jorge Guinness shouldn't be related."

"Why do you say that?"

“Jorge Guinness is a very high-profile figure in Hollywood, and none of the women he dates are as old as Greta Garbo.”

"Hmm, maybe she's a bit special."

Is she special?

"Yes, to me, she is very well-known in Hong Kong. Her films 'La Traviata' and 'Anna Karenina' are still showing in theaters and doing well at the box office. 'She is an adjective in Hong Kong.'"

"How to say?"

"Skin like Garbo's, melancholy like Garbo's, mystery like Garbo's—that's how many actresses emulate her, cosmetic advertisements use her as the standard for effectiveness, and newspapers call her the Western Daiyu. Daiyu is a fictional character in Eastern literature, and one of the synonyms for beauty in the eyes of the Chinese."

"Do you have any thoughts about her?"

“If she doesn’t ask for too much, I plan to invite her to Hong Kong to act in a film.”

"That's not what I asked."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Do you want to sleep with her?"

“I don’t know how to appreciate her beauty.” As he spoke, Xian Yaowen glanced at the burgundy dress Jia Na was wearing. “The dress is pretty, but it’ll get dirty later.”

"Buy me a new one."

Xian Yaowen glanced in the direction of Ruore Guinuo and saw that the two were not paying attention to them. He then embraced Jia Na and whispered in her ear, "You are a smart woman, and I am not a stupid man. I know what you want, but I am not Lancelot, and you are not Guinevere. I will not sacrifice honor and interests for you."

You want a lover who can help you? Okay, I admit you're very charming and have already seduced me. I can't wait to sleep with you right now.

"If that's the case, why won't you just help me directly?" Jia Na slowly drew circles on Xian Yaowen's chest with her right index finger.

Xian Yaowen's left hand slid over Jia Na's waist, landing on her shapely buttocks. He patted it lightly and then grabbed her soft flesh, kneading it. "I am a lover, but also a businessman. I can fulfill some of your wishes, but not at the expense of my own interests."

Mickey and I have just reached an agreement on a business deal, the kind you know, involving significant profits, so don't try to be clever and persuade me to handle Frank's problem.

Win the game, use your share of the winnings to save your husband, and then we'll maintain our affair—no, more accurately, a mutually beneficial relationship—without affecting your marital relationship.

Jia Na tiptoed and kissed Xian Yaowen on the cheek. "Why can't you be a little more tactful and tender?"

"Pretend there's love between us?"

"Is it not good?"

"You can fantasize on your own, and to give you the most wonderful experience, I can cooperate with your performance as appropriate, my sweetheart."

"Ha, please call me dear."

"OK, dear."

"My Templar Knights, let us win the game."

“Hoo-ha!”

Take three steps at a time, and you'll be back in the lively area.

Jorge Guinness came up to him, pressed himself against Sin Yiu-man, and said in a low voice, "Adam, let's add a little something extra."

"what?"

“I’ve arranged to meet Lana Turner. She’ll be over tonight. If you win, she’s yours tonight. If I win, Ava is mine, and you can pick any of the other women here.”

"Jorge, I haven't ridden it yet."

"I know, I've ridden it, it's great, you won't regret it."

Sin Yiu-man laughed and scolded, "You're such a bastard."

Jorge Guinor laughed, "So, the deal?"

“Ava is not my vassal; my prize is simply to make way.”

“That’s exactly what I need, Adam. I value our friendship, and if you’ve already established a relationship…” Jorge Guineau shrugged, “you know, like Nicole Kennedy.”

“Understood.” Xian Yaowen gave Jorge Guinno an understanding look. “I’ve bought Lana Turner’s house, and I’ll take her home with me later. Jorge, I’m an athlete, and I weigh less than you.”

"Ha, this is your first time playing this game?"

"uh-huh."

“I am not.” Jorge Guinno looked smug.

Xian Yaowen made a gesture of holding out the "gloves" with both hands and handing them to Jorge Guinness, saying, "Your Excellency Guinness, please prepare the checks."

Jorge Guinness picked up his gloves and threw them at Sin Yiu-man's feet. "I want cash."

The two turned around in perfect unison and headed toward their respective "mounts".

A moment later, Sin Yiu-man said to Chia-na, who was smoking a cigarette, "Which name do you prefer, 'Indigenous Dancer' or 'Counterpoint'?"

Jia Na spat out a mist arrow and stabbed Xian Yaowen in the face. "Fuck, do you really think I'm a racehorse?"

"To lighten the mood and make you less nervous, I have some news to share."

"what?"

"Jorge Guinness has raised the stakes: Hollywood star Ava Garner vs. Lana Turner."

"Adam, fuck you!" Jia Na's face fell, and she was furious. "We haven't even officially started, and you're already using me as a bet?"

“Why not?” Xian Yaowen said with a wicked smile, “If you lose, you just have to give way tonight, which won’t stop Jorge Guinness from pursuing you. If you win, you can take Lana Turner with you.”

Jia Na's expression softened slightly. "You go with that bitch, what about me?"

"Together."

"Fuck you!"

"Haha."

After laughing and joking around for a while, Sin Yiu-man asked, "Did you ever play horseback riding games when you were little?"

"I've played it." A strange look appeared on Jia Na's face.

"I have extensive experience as a horse driver. Do you need me to explain some techniques for being a horse driver?"

“No need.” Jia Na shook her head and said confidently, “Adam, we will definitely win.”

Jia Na's words, and the strangeness on her face just now, reminded Xian Yaowen of a power-for-power adult game called Ponyplay. Perhaps Jia Na has a lot of experience in playing the role of a horse.

He grabbed Jia Na's soft hand and squeezed it. "Forget the unpleasant past. Tonight I'll dress up as a horse, and you can ride me."

A radiant smile bloomed on Jia Na's face as she grabbed Xian Yaowen's hand, lifted it up, and pressed it against her cheek.

A moment later, the two stood at the starting line of the track, together with Jorge Guineau and Farouk.

One woman took off the silk scarf from her neck, straightened it, and placed it on the ground to serve as the starting line. Two other women searched along the track, clearing away pebbles and hard soil. Then another woman brought silk scarves and whips made from silk scarves and handed them to Xian Yaowen and his two companions.

The whip is a riding whip, and the silk scarf serves as reins. These two items did not appear in the previous matches. It seems that Jorge Guinness placed more emphasis on the betting match between him and Sin Yiu Man than on the $100 million.

This surprised Sin Yiu-man. The Guinness family's assets were valued at $20 billion, but that was only an estimated value and not equivalent to $20 billion in cash. If they were to be liquidated, the value would definitely shrink significantly.

Moreover, Jorge Guineau only owns a portion of it. He would be lucky to have twenty million dollars in cash available. Any more than that would require mortgaging or selling assets. Million dollars is actually a large sum of money for Jorge Guineau. He had never heard of Jorge Guineau's extravagant spending habits before.

Was it simply that he was ignorant, or was there something more to Jorge Guinno's dealings with Farouk?

Farouk's situation is crucial to Egypt's political trajectory and the future of the Middle East, leaving him no choice but to consider it carefully. Washington may pretend not to know that a head of state is entering the country and therefore not require a state reception, but the CIA and the Secret Service will certainly have sent people over.

He recalled his entry into the manor and found nothing amiss. Xie Zhanran, who had been observing closely, hadn't given any warning. The exposed areas around the manor likely lacked outer guards; the people were in the surrounding buildings, while inside…

“You can pick any of the other women here…” He recalled those words and cursed inwardly, “Brazilian, I’ll fuck your grandma.”

Who knows how much shit Jorge Guinness has emptied his pants? It would be as easy for the CIA to find something on him. They could probably weigh all the photos from the Uncensored Conference. Exchanging secrecy for small favors is nothing out of the ordinary for him.

"Damn it, was this bastard's invitation unintentional, or does the CIA want to take some R-rated photos of me as a souvenir? Pick whatever you want, damn it, did they put a bug on my bedside table?"

Because of the political system, the CIA cannot establish a "swallow training system" like the KGB. Otherwise, the CIA director would be sitting on a political scandal and every exposé would be a sure thing. But what spy agency in this world doesn't use honey traps? They just don't dare to play as blatantly as the KGB. And how could the CIA lack beautiful female spies skilled in seduction?

"Damn it, once I get through this, I'll secretly launch a revenge operation. The agents who investigated me and the supervisors in charge will all die. Those with daughters will be sent to Paris to work as prostitutes. I'll play the villain and put on a show like Taken for you."

He indulged in fantasies in his mind, but the revenge could not be carried out in a short time. The cost of doing so would be too great, not in terms of the cost of the action itself, but in terms of the chain reaction.

Patriotism can exert tremendous power when eliminating dissidents. One may not love America, but slaughtering patriots is a perfect pretext for encirclement and suppression. They can be attacked side by side and devoured.

Sin Yiu-man was troubled by the thought that he had most likely fallen into the CIA's trap. He had flown thousands of miles to walk right into their clutches. The CIA agents investigating him were probably overjoyed, having easily completed their mission and enjoying a paid vacation. They were probably thanking him, their top sponsor.

Just then, a woman in a tank top and jeans appeared at the other end of the starting line, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She looked rather cool and pointed at Xian Yaowen and his two companions with her index fingers. "Cowboys, are you ready?"

Sin Yiu-man liked this woman because the jeans she was wearing were the newly released Kennedy slim-fit cropped jeans. They were a radical departure from the loose-fitting style of jeans, featuring a shockingly close-fitting design. Anyone with a slightly less-than-ideal figure simply couldn't wear them, and even those with a good figure would find them a bit difficult to fit into, having to squeeze in quite a bit.

Only by slightly widening the crotch and hip area to accommodate urgent bathroom needs, otherwise, if rumors of pants slipping out surface, the concept of slim-fit jeans could very well die in its infancy.

Introducing women's slim-fit jeans directly in 1951 was a bit too hasty and risky. It was incompatible with the clothing concepts constrained by the morals of the time. Girls wearing Kennedy jeans would definitely be criticized by public intellectuals. In addition, the display of a perfect figure would inevitably arouse the jealousy of other women. Dark jealousy would evolve into sharp criticism from a moral high ground. All of these were crises for Kennedy.

But he didn't care. He faced the challenge head-on, waiting to ride the wave of freedom, realizing that hippies and rock and roll could also be a form of self-cultivation.

He wants to be a fashion icon who will influence clothing concepts for decades to come.

"Trot!" (similar to driving)

Because he liked it, Sin Yiu-man responded enthusiastically.

The woman pointed at Sin Yiu-man again, gave him a flirtatious wink, and said, "Boy, I like you."

"Me too."

*Smack!* A crisp sound came from Sin Yiu-man's pert buttocks; it was Jia Na who slapped him.

The woman then pointed to Jia Na and the other two, saying, "Little pony, please take your seats."

Upon hearing this, Jorge Guinno and Farouk's mounts arrived at the starting line, lay down on their hands and feet, and seeing this, Gana threw away her cigarette and followed suit.

Jorge Guinness beckoned to the waiter beside him, and three glasses of champagne were brought over. He gestured for them to join in, and Sin Yiu-man and Farouk each picked up a glass.

Jorge Guinness picked up the last cup and said, “Adam, you may sit on the back of your mount in any posture, but your feet must not touch the ground. If they do, the mount must remain in place for five seconds.”

Then, he pointed to a pole about 20 meters away, "That's the finish line. Whoever crosses the finish line first wins."

“Understood,” Sin Yiu-man nodded in response.

Jorge Guinness raises his champagne glass, "Piaffe!"

Sin Yiu-man was quite surprised that Jorge Guinness would use the word "stumbling in place," but upon reflection, he realized that the word was probably a reference to the difficult dressage move of stomping in place, which means both maintaining elegance and prioritizing friendship over competition, and also has a double meaning, cursing him and Farouk's "horse" to stagnate in place.

"Whoa! (Sigh)"

This is his response.

“Back!”

This is Farouk's response.

Jorge Guinness shrugged. "Take off the mask of hypocrisy?"

"I'll do it to you," Farouk laughed.

Sin Yiu-man bowed slightly to the two men, saying, "Thank you both for sponsoring the Adam's Girl-Picking Fund."

“Ha, Adam, I like you.” Farouk raised his glass and said, “Cheers.”

"cheers."

The three of them took a sip, put down their wine cups, went to their mounts, and took their places.

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"You bastard, you've lost all your composure and manners."

Cursing under his breath, Sin Yiu-man turned around, no longer wanting to provoke Farouk so that his mount wouldn't suffer because of him. At the same time, he also thought that the Egyptian royal family's finances were probably in dire straits, and that $100 million would likely be a major blow.

The rest of the journey was uneventful; Gana's speed was overwhelming, and as her mount's stamina waned, her advantage became increasingly apparent, and she crossed the finish line half the distance ahead.

Sin Yiu-man dismounted, and Jia Na stood up, took out a cigarette from a hidden pocket in her skirt, lit it, and leisurely took a puff. "Adam, 20 or 10?"

“We each had 20; if we won, we won double, and if we lost, we lost the same amount.”

“You’ve already won, haven’t you?” Jia Na smiled at Xian Yaowen. “You earned 20 so easily. I wish there were matches like this every day.”

Sin Yiu-man pretended to be serious, "Don't laugh, let's preserve their dignity, or we won't get paid."

"Ha~"

The contest continues, after all, Sin Yiu-man's stake is only small, and the ownership of $160 million is still undecided.

However, the winner has been basically confirmed as Jorge Guinno, who is more than three meters ahead of Farouk.

As expected, Jorge Guinno crossed the finish line a dozen seconds later. Farouk stopped about 5 meters from the finish line, slipped off his horse, and landed with one foot on his mount's calf. Fortunately, it wasn't too bad, and he pulled back, so the mount didn't seem to be in too much pain.

This is Los Angeles, not Cairo, otherwise the fate of the mount would be hard to predict.

Farouk walked over to the two men with a big smile and said, "I lost. I'll write you a check."

“No need to rush, it’s time for dinner. I’ve had some blue oysters prepared, let’s go and enjoy them,” Jorge Guinno said with a smile.

"Haha, Ruore, you're so thoughtful! Blue Point Oysters, I'm going to eat a few more." (End of Chapter)