After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 662 Prejudice is a mountain in people's hearts

VIP lounge on the second floor of the casino at the MGM Grand Hotel.

Lu Liang sat at a luxurious poker table, with several stacks of chips worth over 20 million yuan laid out in front of him.

Unlike his fellow card players who were blushing and arguing heatedly, he had a smile on his face and looked as calm and collected as if he were just playing Happy Landlords.

The greatest harm of gambling is that it breeds greed and distorts one's outlook on life and values, but Lu Liang's outlook on life and values ​​had long been in ruins.

Even if the chips in front of him were multiplied tenfold or a hundredfold, it would be difficult for him to have a significant emotional fluctuation.

However, gambling is not entirely without merit. At least Lu Liang likes its uncertainty and the diverse characters at the gambling table.

"Shunzi, we won again!"

Tian Xi smiled, her eyes crinkling, her mood rising and falling with the chips in front of her, just like a little gambling addict.

"How about we find a place to sit down and play a few rounds? If I lose, it's on me; if I win, it's on you." Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle.

Tian Xi's eyes widened, clearly showing her interest, but she restrained herself and shook her head vigorously, saying, "I'll just watch."

"Miss, why don't you listen to President Lu? Just do us a favor and let us off the hook later."

His fellow card player at the table smiled wryly; in front of him were only a few scattered chips worth millions.

They were playing Texas Hold'em, which is similar to the Stud Poker game often seen in Hong Kong movies, except that there are only three cards.

This kind of gameplay is extremely demanding on a person's mentality.

Even if you have good luck and often get big hands, it's useless.

You also need to be good at acting, making others believe that you have a small hand or that their hand is better than yours, so that they keep calling and continuously accumulating the prize pool.

A gambler's mentality is inextricably linked to the amount of money they hold.

Lu Liang playing this kind of game is like a bug, because even if the He family members personally participate in the gambling, they can't guarantee that they can consistently out-bet him in terms of funds.

As a result, even if Lu Liang had a small pair and his cards were weaker than others, he dared to keep betting until others were scared off and dared not continue, thus successfully stealing the win.

It's one thing if it happens once or twice, but the problem is that he always does it.

Although some people were still angry and managed to catch the chicken, Lu Liang could lose countless times, as long as he won once, that was enough.

On the other hand, even if someone wins seven or eight times, they might just explode if they lose even once.

For the past hour and a half, the situation at the poker table has been that Lu Liang remains constant while the other gamblers come and go. The five million chips he brought have increased four to five times.

"I don't want to." Tian Xi turned her head away, looking arrogant.

The card players continued to urge him on, saying, "Look how lucky President Lu is, but we're short-handed right now. What a waste of an opportunity!"

"If no one's around, I'm not playing anymore. I'm going back to sleep."

Lu Liang chuckled, realizing that this guy wanted to win back his losses, but he had already lost interest in continuing the game.

He beckoned to the manager who was accompanying him, and only accepted 20 million in chips, leaving the remaining 3 million in loose chips on the table.

Lu Liang said with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard all night, so you can take these and share them."

Upon hearing this, the dealers and waiters exchanged glances. They had seen generous people before, but they had never seen anyone so generous.

Others tip chips in the hundreds or thousands, and even in the VIP room, the maximum is no more than 100,000.

However, Lu Liang's donation included three chips worth millions, which made them suddenly hesitant to accept them.

They all looked at the casino manager without prior arrangement.

"Hurry up and thank President Lu."

A hint of envy flashed in the manager's eyes, and the dealers and waiters quickly bowed and thanked him, saying, "Mr. Lu is so generous, thank you so much, Mr. Lu."

Seeing that Lu Liang was about to leave, the manager said again, "Mr. Lu, the person has arrived. Why don't you stay and relax for a while longer?"

"Not interested, I'm leaving."

Lu Liang shook his head slightly, extended his right arm, and Tian Xi naturally took his arm. The two planned to leave the casino.

Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from behind: "Wanting to leave after winning is human nature, it's understandable."

Upon hearing this, Lu Liang stopped in his tracks.

Before he could even speak, the manager beside him, as if his tail had been stepped on, coldly rebuked him: "Mr. Xu, what do you mean by that? Our MGM is a legitimate casino, we welcome everyone with open arms, anyone can come and go as they please."

If you can't handle the risk, then don't play.

A small business owner in the building materials industry from the mainland is not even worthy of carrying Lu Liang's shoes; it is obvious which one is more important.

He wasn't afraid of offending the other party, because even if his fourth sister found out, she would probably give him a thumbs up and praise him for doing the right thing.

The manager suddenly put on a smiling face and said to Lu Liang with a fawning smile, "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, you must be tired. Please go back and rest. I'll handle things here."

Lu Liang bowed slightly, not bothering to argue with the other party. This was just a gambler who had lost everything; arguing with him would be beneath his dignity. Besides, if he continued gambling, fate would eventually take his place.

Lu Liang frequently acts as a bookmaker in the financial market and knows that in any gambling game, as long as you're not the bookmaker, winning is just a process, and losing is the result.

The two left the casino and went to a suite on the top floor. They called the front desk and ordered some late-night snacks.

Tian Xi smiled, her eyes crinkling, and rested her chin on her hand, looking like a lovesick fool: "Brother Liang, has anyone ever told you that you're handsome?"

She was initially drawn to his power, then captivated by his talent, and finally won over by his good looks. In her eyes, Lu Liang is now charming in every gesture.

"If I weren't handsome, why would you have fallen for me?"

Lu Liang smiled and gladly accepted the compliment, pinching his collagen-rich cheek.

"How narcissistic." Tian Xi snorted coldly, then suddenly she was picked up around the waist and couldn't help but scream.

"A day and a night of rest should be enough."

"Not yet, I want to rest for another night."

"I'll just rub against it, I'll never go in."

"Liar~"

They skipped the traditional wedding ceremony and went straight to the bridal chamber.

Lu Liang was like a diligent master, tirelessly passing on all his knowledge, starting with kissing techniques.

It's like a kind of inheritance: older men like younger women, and when younger women become older, they start to like younger men.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, completely exhausted.

The next morning, at Hong Kong International Airport.

Wilson, looking exhausted, walked out of the airport while making a phone call.

After flying along the Pacific Ocean for 13 hours, he finally arrived in Hong Kong. After another hour and a half by car, he arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel in the Financial Street.

"Lu Liang isn't here? Where did he go?"

Wilson frowned and questioned the head of JPMorgan's Hong Kong office in a cold voice.

He came to discuss cooperation. As someone who takes the initiative to seek peace, he should have the attitude of taking the initiative to seek peace, and at least not make Lu Liang feel troubled.

Therefore, finding Lu Liang's coordinates and creating opportunities for a chance encounter is the best approach; at least he has already made his stance clear.

After all, there's an old saying: "You can't hit someone who's smiling." As long as he does this, Lu Liang will at least exchange a few words with him.

If Wilson could secure time for conversation, he was confident he could persuade Lu Liang to provide assistance, as Lu Liang offered conditions he couldn't refuse.

"Mr. Lu, you clearly checked into the Shangri-La last night. Perhaps only Li Zhe Kai knows where you are now," the person in charge said with a wry smile.

Do you have Mr. Li's contact information?

"Yes, yes," the other party quickly replied.

Upon learning this, Wilson immediately called: "Mr. Li, hello, this is Carmon Wilson, head of investment at JPMorgan Chase. Do you know where Mr. Lu is?"

Li Zhekai was taken aback, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "I do know, but I need to ask Lu Liang for his opinion first."

Wilson hesitated for a moment, then pleaded, "I hope you won't say my name. It would be better if you said a friend from Wall Street who has come all the way here. I want to give him a surprise."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

After ending the call with Wilson, Li Zhe-kai did not immediately call Lu Liang, but instead went to his father.

“Carmon Wilson?” Li Ka-shing squinted, his cloudy eyes flashing with a sharpness beyond his years.

“A remarkable figure has emerged from the mainland.” Although he wasn’t directly involved, he instantly understood everything.

Li Ka-shing marveled and remarked, "Lu Liang came to Hong Kong just to wait for this Camon. His visit to us yesterday was also to let Camon know that he was in Hong Kong."

Li Zhekai asked in confusion, "If he was waiting for someone, why did he suddenly go to Macau last night?"

“Obviously, he’s putting on airs,” Li Ka-shing said.

“That’s JPMorgan Chase, an international financial conglomerate that’s been established for over a hundred years. What qualifications does Lu Liang have?” Li Zhekai asked again.

"You think Lu Liang is not qualified, but that's your opinion and doesn't mean others think he's not qualified."

Li Ka-shing hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly: "Just do whatever Camon says, and try your best to maintain a good relationship with Lu Liang in the future."

Lu Liang's mistake was that he was a native Chinese, so people always subconsciously underestimated his strength.

If he were to change his skin color to white and adopt a foreign name, his influence would increase several times over.

Prejudice is a mountain in people's hearts.
Even he, who lived for nearly a hundred years, was not immune to this.

(End of this chapter)