Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 136 The plot line of "The Saint of Gamblers" ends
Reporters flocked to the venue and surrounded the center of the venue.

Boss He came to the stage, Hong Guang leaned on a cane in one hand, and held Chen Song's hand tightly in the other, followed behind with a smile on his face.

Chen Song's complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pot. If it wasn't for such an occasion, he might have lost his temper.

Smiling and shaking hands with Fei Nan, Boss He invited two middle-aged Caucasian men to the stage.

They are the presidents of Omen Taifeng Bank and Atlantic Bank. This time, they were also invited by Boss He to handle matters related to the establishment of the charity fund and the fulfillment of the bet.

Although they also wanted to pay [-] million yuan, their moods were completely different.

This bet not only represents the personal grievances between Hong Guang and Chen Song, but also represents the game between the forces behind the two parties.

With the gradual improvement of the legal systems of various countries and the increase in the intensity of the crackdown, the living space of the gray forces in both Xianggang and Taiwan has been greatly compressed.

The competition between the two sides for business in the gray areas of Southeast Asia has become increasingly fierce, and conflicts and frictions have also intensified.

A negotiation path recognized by both parties is very necessary. Therefore, Boss He's gambling king competition this time has become a platform for both parties to communicate.

The conflict between the two parties has been resolved, Boss He's casino has a gimmick and has been publicized. This is a win-win result for both parties.

Just looking at Chen Song's performance, Zhulin League is not very satisfied with the result.

But this issue is out of He Jie's consideration, as long as he does what he promised, it's OK.

"Congratulations!"

He shook hands with Feinan and smiled at the reporter's camera.

Mystery is the best means of publicity. The image of Feinan, the masked man, has added a lot to the Gambling King Contest. It is full of gimmicks. Both the media and the public are full of curiosity about this image.

"This is a bill of 113 million US dollars delivered by Mr. Chen Song, which can be cashed in banks in [-] countries around the world."

The host held up a bank acceptance draft and handed it to Boss He.

The eyes of more than half of the audience were following the money order.

That's [-] million US dollars!

Boss He handed the Yincheng to Feinan.

As Feinan got the money order, there were several clear sounds of swallowing saliva in the venue.

But no one laughed at them, everyone just stared at the money order with fiery eyes.

Although Feinan had collected a similar amount of money for the company in his previous life, or even more than this, but this time, the [-] million US dollars was his own.

Sensing the fiery or greedy eyes around him, Feinan knew in his heart that it might not be so easy to keep this money order.

"My mission is complete, you have to be careful."

Boss He reminded Feinan.

Feinan nodded, and under the fiery eyes of everyone, he stuffed the money order into the side pocket of his jacket.

Scanning the auditorium, Changmao and Salina had disappeared. Feinan glanced at the map, and they were already on their way back to the hotel.

He glanced at Ahua who was standing next to Le Huizhen, who hadn't recovered from the shock, and gestured covertly.

Seeing his gesture, A Hua suddenly came back to his senses, quickly pulled Le Huizhen, said something in a low voice, and then pulled her back out.

The rest of the reporters seemed to be in a frenzy, rushing towards Feinan one after another, waving their microphones and asking him questions.

Getting rich overnight is always one of the stories that the audience is most interested in, let alone winning [-] million US dollars with a single card?

Hands fumbled towards Feinan in the chaos, trying to lift his mask or reach into his pockets. That [-] million dollars drove too many people into madness.

"Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen!"

Ah Xing left the crowd, grabbed Chen Song who was about to leave with a dark face, and begged, "Mr. Chen, don't hurt my Uncle, it's my problem, if you want to do it, do it to me!"

"Hmph! Do you think you can run?"

Chen Song gritted his teeth and stared at him.

"Mr. Chen!"

Fei Nan, who was surrounded by the crowd, suddenly stepped out and stopped Chen Song.

"what?"

Chen Song stared at him squintingly, and said in a strange way: "I just got [-] million US dollars, why don't you find a safe and lock it up, if you lose it later, I'm afraid you won't even have time to cry!"

Feinan stepped forward and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, I'll give you a chance to win back the [-] million US dollars. Are you willing to take a gamble?"

"No need! In terms of gambling skills, I can't beat you!"

Chen Song is very self-aware.

"No, I won't bet with you. How about our luck?"

Feinan took out a coin and said with a smile, "Let's toss a coin and guess heads and tails. If you win, the [-] million US dollars will be returned to you. How about it?"

Chen Song was moved.

The people on the side were also moved.

"I bet you!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Many people roared and shouted.

Chen Song stared at him hesitantly, not knowing what he was playing.

"And what if I lose?" he asked.

Feinan smiled and said, "It's very simple. If you lose, you just let Ah Xing and Hei Zaida go, and promise not to trouble them."

Ah Xing was taken aback when he heard this, and then looked at Fei Nan gratefully. He didn't expect that Fei Nan would use [-] million US dollars to save him and his third uncle.

When Chen Song heard this condition, he no longer hesitated, and agreed immediately: "It's a deal!"

He was gearing up, searched the crowd, pointed to a female reporter, and said, "You come to toss a coin!"

Afterwards, he said to Feinan, "Is it okay to let her throw it away?"

"Of course, it's fair."

Fei Nanyang threw the coin to the female reporter.

He took the coin in a hurry, but he couldn't hold it firmly and fell to the ground.

The female reporter was very nervous. This is the coin that determines the ownership of [-] million US dollars. Thinking of this, her hands trembled.

After tossing it once, she didn't catch it securely, and the coin fell to the ground again.

The onlookers were anxious, and shouted: "Can you do it? Can't I come?"

Pursing her lips, she threw it up again.

The 80-year version of the one-yuan coin was tumbling in the air, gathering everyone's attention, and was patted on the back of the hand by the reporter.

Everyone looked at Fei Nan and Chen Song in unison.

Chen Song hesitated, he didn't see the front and back of the coin clearly.

After hesitating for a while, he pretended to be arrogant and said to Feinan, "I'll let you guess first!"

"it is good."

Feinan smiled and said, "I guess it's words."

Chen Song waved his hand: "Then I guess the head!"

Swish!
All eyes turned to the female reporter again.

The female reporter's hands trembled, and she slowly raised her left hand, which was covering the back of her right hand.

"Words! Words!"

"Head! Head!"

Everyone shouted, more excited than their own wife giving birth.

The female reporter's hand slowly moved away, revealing the coin.

There is a "1" in the center of the coin.

"Word! It's a word!"

"Mr. Fan won again!"

"One hundred million dollars! Won twice!"

"Invincible!"

The crowd instantly turned into a sea of ​​joy.

"Hey!"

Chen Song smashed his palm angrily, and there is a 50.00% probability of losing. Today's luck is really good!
I don't know why, but after he finished guessing the coin, the unhappiness in his heart subsided a little.

Willing to admit defeat, he waved his hand and asked his subordinates to bring Heizida out.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Ah Xing stepped forward to support Hei Zaida.

Knowing that it was Feinan who saved him, Hei Zaida came forward to thank him.

Feinan stretched out his arms to embrace Ah Xing.

"Thank you, Brother Nan."

A Xing said something in a low voice.

Feinan nodded and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember our contract?"

"remember."

"Then what should you call me?"

"master?"

Ding!
The plot line of "The Saint of Gamblers" is over!

(End of this chapter)