Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 266 The Young God of Gamblers
After settling into the Caesars Palace Hotel, Chen Jiajun went to the hotel's on-site casino.

He didn't come to the casino to play; he came to gather information.

Someone who warrants Chen Jiajun's personal visit must be no ordinary person.

His target this time was a man named Gao Jin, and Gao Jin who was not yet famous.

Chen Jiajun had no influence in the United States, so finding people was extremely difficult for him.

Fortunately, Gao Jin had already made a name for himself during this period.

After visiting only a few places, Chen Jiajun learned from a gambler about a young Asian man who was very good at gambling.

After spending a little more money, they learned where Gao Jin was staying.

Chen Jiajun made a special trip to the MGM casino tonight to wait for him to appear.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, Gao Jin did not appear, but instead, another young Asian man appeared.

Chen Jiajun observed the other person and found that the kid's gambling skills didn't seem very good, but he just happened to be able to win money.

It was as if he had memorized all the cards.

However, this young man doesn't have good gambling habits.

When gambling with others, he would spew endless trash talk, making several of his foreign gamblers blush with anger.

Even a redneck grabbed him by the collar, ready to beat him up.

Fortunately, the security personnel at the MGM casino were very responsible; they taught the redneck a lesson and kicked him out.

After observing a few more rounds, Chen Jiajun figured out how this kid was winning money.

If Chen Jiajun wasn't mistaken, this kid should be a math genius.

He calculated his probability of winning money using a mathematical model he derived himself.

This is why, despite having terrible gambling skills, he keeps winning money.

If you give this guy a little more time to figure out some of the casino's tricks, he'll definitely start making a fortune and then the casino will take notice.

Chen Jiajun had no interest in guys of that caliber.

He wanted an all-around talent like Gao Jin, not just a math genius.

Just as Chen Jiajun shook his head and was about to leave, a young man in a white suit sat down.

He said to the people at the gambling table, "Would you mind if I sat down and played a couple of rounds?"

The young man in the white suit looked somewhat shy, even a little afraid to look others in the eye.

They were clearly the opposite of that arrogant young man from before.

"Hey Zhao, one of your compatriots has arrived. Is he as capable as you?"

A Black man spoke to the arrogant young man beside him.

The arrogant young man is named Zhao Yuan, and he is a Chinese American.

He is currently studying at Stanford University and can be considered a high-achieving student.

The people around him were all Zhao Yuan's cronies, whom he brought along to make money.

Hearing the black man speak so quickly, Zhao Yuan curled his lip and said, "This guy isn't one of my compatriots, and I really dislike people like him."

The black man said with a grin, "Then let's teach him a lesson and win all the money he has."

“Of course,” Zhao Yuan said with a touch of pride.

The betting game then began, and Chen Jiajun could see it clearly from the side: Zhao Yuanzheng was beating the young man in the white suit.

Soon, the man in the white suit lost all his chips.

As usual, Zhao Yuan started trash-talking: "This kind of game isn't something you can play just because you're dressed up. You're such a mediocre person, you should just hand over your money to me."

Upon hearing Zhao Yuan's words, his lackeys burst into laughter.

They also made a lot of money following Zhao Yuan in the gambling game just now.

But the man in the white suit seemed not to hear the provocation and took out a check, asking the casino staff to bring him another stack of chips.

Faced with the white-suited man's actions, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

The reason he trash-talks isn't simply because he's mean; his purpose is to provoke those who are desperate to lose to keep betting with him.

He thoroughly enjoys the feeling of cornering others.

As expected, the man in the white suit played more and more aggressively, and soon lost all his chips.

And their breathing became somewhat rapid.

Faced with Zhao Yuan's constant provocations, the man in the white suit suddenly slammed his hand on the table and roared, "One last round, I'll bet all the chips on your table, do you dare?"

Zhao Yuan sneered: "I'm afraid you won't dare. Do you still have money?"

The man in the white suit took out another check and exchanged it for the same chips that Zhao Yuan had.

Then, in front of Zhao Yuan, he pushed all the chips onto the gambling table.

This move did indeed surprise Zhao Yuan, and even made him hesitate.

After all, the chips he currently holds include not only the money he has won, but also his tuition for next semester.

However, his so-called "friends" were always eager to stir up trouble and kept urging Zhao Yuan on.

Hearing his friends' repeated advice and seeing the enviable wealth of the man in the white suit, he gritted his teeth and pushed his own stake forward.

It's rare to see such high stakes at a regular gambling table.

Before long, a large crowd had gathered to watch the game.

This incident also caught the attention of the casino, which quickly replaced the ordinary dealer with a more professional one to deal the cards.

Once the winner is determined, the casino will definitely use this incident to create a huge buzz.

However, Chen Jiajun, who was watching from the sidelines, shook his head and muttered, "That kid is doomed to lose."

After the dealer changed and the cards were dealt, Zhao Yuan's spirits lifted immediately when he saw the hole cards in his hand. He then looked at the man in the white suit with a rather provocative expression.

But the man in the white suit suddenly laughed and then revealed his trump card.

Then the surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar.

Because the hole cards in the white suit's hand and the face-up cards on the table together formed a straight flush.

A hand even more powerful than the four "bombs" in Zhao Yuan's hand.

Zhao Yuan stared at the card table in disbelief, gripping the edge of the table tightly with both hands, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Impossible...impossible." Zhao Yuan stared at the result in disbelief, muttering to himself.

Unfortunately, the casino dealer pushed his four of a kind down and then took the straight flush from the man in the white suit: "Straight flush wins."

Then all the chips were pushed in front of the man in the white suit.

Unlike Zhao Yuan, who won against someone who liked to talk trash, the man in the white suit said to the dealer, "Exchange for cash."

He didn't even glance at Zhao Yuan during the entire process, and walked straight out of the gambling hall.

Seeing his chips taken away, Zhao Yuan slumped into his chair as if all his strength had been drained.

Everything was over. Not only did he lose all the money he had won, but he even lost the money he had saved for his education.

Zhao Yuan's family was of modest means, and this money was his parents' last savings.

Without this money, he would likely be forced to drop out of school.

Thinking of this terrible consequence, he immediately looked at his few cronies.

"Hey Thomas, you've won quite a bit today, haven't you? Can you lend me some money to make it back?" Zhao Yuan immediately looked at his number one lackey, the black man beside him.

Unfortunately, the black man named Thomas refused him without hesitation: "Hey, bro, I don't have any money to lend you."

“But didn’t you win a lot of money with me? I’ll pay you back, we’re brothers,” Zhao Yuan said hurriedly.

Thomas sneered, "Who said we're brothers? I don't even know you. Right, guys?"

The others nodded quickly and moved away from Zhao Yuan as if he were a plague.

They chatted and laughed all the way, planning to use the money they won to throw a party.

This action left Zhao Yuan dumbfounded, his eyes turning from shock to resentment.

Such things are nothing new at MGM casinos.

"Let's go too. It seems I've found the person I'm looking for." Chen Jiajun threw his chips onto the gambling table and left with the two young demon slaves.

As soon as Chen Jiajun stepped out of the MGM casino lobby, he saw the man in the white suit handing out money to several people.

"Doing charity? It really is the guy I know!" Chen Jiajun laughed, just as he was about to walk over.

Just then, Zhao Yuan, who had been thrown out by the security guard, came over and said, "Wait, that's my money. Give me back my money."

This guy was under multiple shocks and was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He grabbed a stick and rushed over, intending to snatch it from the man in the white suit.

But then several people blocked Zhao Yuan's way, including a redneck who had lost all his money and been thoroughly mocked by him.

The man in the white suit looked at the aggressive Zhao Yuan and said calmly, "Do you remember these people?"

Zhao Yuan looked at the several men glaring at him angrily and suddenly remembered. Weren't these the guys he had robbed of everything? Why were they here?

The man in the white suit continued, "When you used your tricks to take the last penny from them, why didn't you think you'd end up like this?"

Upon hearing what the man in the white suit said, Zhao Yuan felt as if he had been struck hard by a hammer.

Several people whose family fortunes had been squandered by Zhao Yuan also began to criticize him.

The various taunts and mockery left Zhao Yuan without the strength to even hold the stick.

The man in the white suit said very seriously to the group, "I've helped you get some of your money back, but you'd better not hang out in Las Vegas anymore. If I see any of you at the gambling tables again, I'll be the one who wins all your money next time."

Upon hearing what the man in the white suit said, the group expressed their deepest gratitude.

After spitting at Zhao Yuan, he turned and left.

The man in the white suit looked at Zhao Yuan, who was lying on the ground, deeply shaken, and prepared to leave.

Just then, a voice rang out from behind the man in the white suit: "Should I say that you truly are worthy of being Jin Neng's disciple? Your gambling skills at the card table are truly astonishing. Mr. Gao Jin."

Gao Jin suddenly turned his head and saw a man in a black suit walking towards him, followed by two bodyguards.

Gao Jin immediately frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The person speaking was naturally Chen Jiajun.

He initially thought he had contacted the wrong person and that it would take some more effort.

But unexpectedly, Gao Jin still showed up.

I guessed it was him when I saw Gao Jin using psychological tactics against Zhao Yuan at the gambling table.

However, Chen Jun did not rush into negotiations. After all, Gao Jin's temperament was unpredictable, and Chen Jun did not know if he could take on the role of the old villain. He decided to observe him for a while before making a decision.

But seeing that Gao Jin was willing to stand up for those unlucky guys, Chen Jiajun knew that he had chosen the right person.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Gao Jin, "My name is Chen Jiajun, I'm from Hong Kong, so I guess you could say I'm from the same hometown."

"Hong Kong King Chan Ka-Chun?" Ko Chun seemed somewhat surprised.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand, appearing modest, and said, "It's all just hype from outside."

Chen Jiajun did not look down on Gao Jin because of his youth. You should know that this kid learned psychological warfare from Jin Neng and is a genius. His mental age is far beyond that of his peers.

Gao Jin quickly concealed his surprised expression: "I wonder what business Sir Chen has with an unknown nobody like me?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Mr. Gao, you are too modest. You are by no means an unknown person when it comes to gambling skills."

"Thank you," Gao Jin said calmly, "but what does that have to do with you coming to see me?"

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said frankly, "Isn't that obvious enough? I value your abilities, so I want to recruit you."

To Chen Jiajun's surprise, Gao Jin directly refused: "Thank you for your kindness, Sir Chen, but I have not yet completed my apprenticeship, so I cannot accept other people's offers."

"Oh?" Chen Jiajun laughed. "But from what I've observed, your skill level has long since reached the point of being a fully-fledged apprentice, hasn't it?"

Gao Jin shook his head again: "My abilities are still far from sufficient. Thank you, Sir Chen, for thinking so highly of me."

After saying that, Gao Jin turned around and prepared to leave.

But then Chen Jiajun suddenly revealed a strange smile and said to Gao Jin's back, "But... what if I have what you want in my hand?"

Gao Jin paused, then turned and asked, "Does Sir Chen know what I want?"

"Of course." Chen Jiajun smiled faintly, "What you want most is information about the guy who ruined your family, isn't it?"

Even Gao Jin, who was a master of psychological warfare, was now breathing rapidly.

Gao Jin came from a good family; his family used to own a textile factory, and he lived the life of a young master.

However, his father became addicted to gambling, quickly squandered the family fortune, and then committed suicide.

However, Gao Jin later learned from his mother that his father was not a gambling addict, but had been set up.

The person who set the trap was the enemy that Gao Jin had been searching for for many years.

Seeing that Gao Jin had taken the bait, Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "If Mr. Gao is willing to do something for me, I'll tell you this news, how about that?"

“How do I know if what you’re saying is true?” Gao Jin quickly calmed down and said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said, "What do you think is there about you that I would lie to? If you find out I've lied to you, you can just leave, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Gao Jin nodded in agreement.

Chen Jiajun immediately smiled and said to Gao Jin, "Then let's talk somewhere else."

As he spoke, his men drove the car over and gestured for Gao Jin to get in.

Left with no other choice, Gao Jin got into the car.

Upon arriving at the hotel suite booked by Chen Jiajun, he eagerly asked, "Who exactly is that person?"

Chen Jiajun picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then casually uttered a name: "Jin Neng."

"What? This is impossible." Gao Jin looked at Chen Jiajun in astonishment, as if his entire worldview was about to be overturned.

Chen Jiajun was not surprised at all by Gao Jin's performance.

He would react the same way if someone told him that the master who raised him and taught him gambling was his father's killer.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Think about it carefully yourself. Is there anything wrong with the person I mentioned?"

Gao Jin suddenly remembered what his mother had said to him on her deathbed.

She said their family's enemy was a guy with a smile on his face, but a smile that chilled the heart.

Gao Jin had only ever seen this in his own master.

Given Jin Neng's identity as a con artist, the more you think about it, the more likely it seems.

"How can I trust you about something like this?" Gao Jin stared at Chen Jiajun and said.

Although he was already 70% convinced, he still maintained his skepticism.

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "You don't need to believe me. Just find out for yourself. Besides, I can give you a chance to get revenge. How about it?"

Gao Jin had no doubt that Chen Jiajun could do this; after all, the title of "King of Hong Kong" was not given lightly.

After a moment of silence, Gao Jin asked, "What do I need to give in return?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Become the technical director of my casino, a thirty-year contract, one million US dollars per year."

Upon hearing this condition, Gao Jin's lips twitched: "You're not hiring a technical director, you're making me sign a contract of servitude."

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said, "The conditions I'm offering are already the most generous. And it's just to let you deal with some experts and train some dealers; you don't have to stay in the casino every day."

"Let me think about it and then I'll give you an answer," Gao Jin said to Chen Jiajun after a moment's thought.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Of course, it's a matter of mutual consent."

After Gao Jin left, a young demon slave came over and said, "Boss, you finally found this guy, and you just let him go like that?"

Chen Jiajun smiled mysteriously and said, "He has no way to refuse the conditions I offer."

This condition was not the kind of treatment Chen Jiajun offered, but rather a chance for him to take revenge.

After leaving Chen Jiajun's suite, Gao Jin returned to the villa where his master was staying.

As soon as he entered the house, his childhood sweetheart and junior sister, Jin Qing, ran over.

"Jin, why are you only coming back now?" Jin Qing said playfully. "I told you to take me to the casino, but you wouldn't. Humph."

Normally, Gao Jin would probably try to coax his junior sister.

But the thought that she was the daughter of his father's killer made Gao Jin feel a sense of unease.

However, he didn't show it, and after giving a few perfunctory words, he went into the villa.

Jin Neng, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, asked casually, "Ah Jin, why are you only coming back now? Have you seen the casinos in Las Vegas yet?"

Gao Jin nodded and said, "It's alright, it's not too difficult to win money."

"So, you've been gone for so long?" Jin Neng asked, somewhat puzzled.

Gao Jin said calmly, "I met a big boss along the way who wanted to recruit me."

"Oh?" Jin Neng laughed: "You've already been recruited before you've even finished your apprenticeship. Ah Jin, you really are my most promising disciple."

Upon hearing this, the arrogant man next to him, looking displeased, let out a cold snort.

In this family, Gao Jin is always the most outstanding.

Even his favorite junior sister was always clinging to him; years of accumulated jealousy had long since caused his pride and envy to break down.

Unfortunately, Gao Jin's talent was simply superior to his, and no matter what methods he used, it was difficult for him to catch up.

Gao Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master, I haven't agreed yet."

“That’s right,” Jin Neng said with a smile. “You haven’t made a name for yourself yet, so accepting investment at this time would definitely result in a loss. Let’s make a name for ourselves in Las Vegas first.”

"Yes, Master." Gao Jin nodded and said, "I'm a little tired and I'm going to rest first."

"Okay, go ahead." Jin Neng didn't seem to care and waved his hand.

(End of this chapter)