Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

"Hey, you bastard, pick one, which hand?"

The people in the water room caught a con artist today, and his appearance opened Zhang Zongshuang's eyes.

Today was Zhang Zongshuang's twenty-first day in Macau. He worked one day on and rested one day off, and his days were quite leisurely. When he arrived today, he saw a man in his early thirties being ushered in. He was dressed very extravagantly, and Zhang Zongshuang immediately recognized those people as gangsters. So, this extravagant guy was Da Shuiyu.

"There's going to be a good show today."

"Hey, Uncle Chang, when did you get here? You're being so secretive."

"Young master, I only get one day off every three days, unlike you. I saw this guy here yesterday, and he won against several people in the hall. Today he's in the water room hall. This guy is probably not a con artist."

Uncle Chang, with a tone of certain doubt, stated a definite conclusion.

"Uncle Chang, how can you be so sure that guy is a con artist?"

Uncle Chang said, "No one can win all the time; it's a matter of probability."

Zhang Zongshuang was somewhat surprised and said, "Uncle Chang, you know statistics?"

"Hmph, young master, I'm a math whiz from London... University." The university name was spoken too softly, and Zhang Zongshuang didn't quite hear it. He asked a question, but Uncle Chang changed the subject.

"How stingy! They won't even say which university you're going to. Isn't it a good university?" He felt that this was very likely.

Sure enough, at noon, Uncle Chang called him over: "Come here, I'll show you the world."

"oh."

And so he saw that arrogant guy being held down, choosing which hand to chop off.

"Uncle Chang, if we cut off his hand, will this guy be released?" Zhang Zongshuang asked Uncle Chang in a low voice.

"No, unless you give back all your winnings. Just watch and don't say anything. Such things are rare."

After Uncle Chang's warning, Zhang Zongshuang stood at the back and remained silent.

"You bastard, give me back what you won, or I'll only cut off one of your hands. Do you want both of them?"

"Huh, these bones are really hard." He took out his phone and made a call: "Hey, do you need any of the seven sense organs? Okay, got it."

The leader walked over to the show-off man, squatted down, and said, "If you were a woman, I could have just sent you to the flower hall. Unfortunately, you're a man, so we'll have to make up for our loss by borrowing your kidneys, corneas, blood, or something like that."

"Don't hurt him, or he won't look good."

With such instructions, the two were careful not to damage his appearance. Just then, someone took out a needle, drew a vial of blood, and prepared to take it for testing.

"Damn it, you're lucky you got matched with someone, so you can pay off 100,000 less, hehe..."

"No, I want my money back, I want my money back, let me go, I want my money back." The show-off knew they were serious; he had indeed cheated, so he knew the rules here.

"But I just made a phone call."

"I'll offer 100,000! 100,000!"

The man smacked the show-off on the head and said viciously, "Where were you before? Now you don't want money, you want my life? Do you even have any money?"

"Yes, I have it. I won two million from you. I'll take two million eight hundred thousand and let me go."

"Heh...two million? It's four million eight hundred thousand now."

"Ah, that's impossible, it's clearly two million."

The man laughed and said, "You get interest when you borrow money, so naturally you'll have to pay interest on this kind of money you borrowed."

Zhang Zongshuang tried to step forward, but Uncle Chang pulled him aside and whispered, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to help that man, otherwise he will die."

Uncle Chang said, "There are no good con artists. Don't help them; they'll cheat you." As he spoke, he looked at the person over there and said, "This guy doesn't look like a good person at all."

"Let me tell you, many people who seem pitiful may not be good people at all. They might stab you in the back. Some people who seem bad may not be bad people. But con artists, very few of them are good people," Uncle Chang said. "Otherwise, they wouldn't use their reputation to deceive people. Be careful of con artists."

After hearing Uncle Chang's words, Zhang Zongshuang didn't know how to refute them.

Uncle Chang continued, "There are some people who are also con artists, but they are legal con artists, and they scam even more people. For example, those stock market manipulators and those marketing strategists—they are, in a sense, all con artists."

"Uncle Chang, how do you know so much?"

"Hehe... Long illness makes one a good doctor."

Hearing Uncle Chang's words, Zhang Zongshuang felt somewhat dejected...

A few days later, sure enough, I heard about the boastful man's later exploits, and they were quite remarkable.

Since he's willing to come here and cause trouble, then he must really have a story to tell; this guy used to be a kept man, he hooked up with someone's daughter, then got involved with his wife's stepmother, and even swindled the other party out of their assets, but luckily he only swindled a portion of them.

However, he lived too carefree, and his expenses were naturally very high. Perhaps he was too proud of himself, because the other party found him, beat him up, and exposed his identity, making the whole world aware of the matter.

In the end, he could only go back to his old ways, which was to set up schemes in casinos.

The money he brought in was stolen. Even so, he still managed to swindle the people at the water station, cheating one of their underlings before running away. And to make matters worse, he took their account books and distributed them throughout the city...

The people in the water room are currently under investigation, which is a very troublesome matter. Macau is very safe now, so naturally they need to collect taxes. Now that the tax revenue is less, they definitely won't agree to it.

I heard that the man was hit by a car while fleeing, and he's probably dead now. There's been no further news about what happened.

"Young master, don't judge things by appearances. Many people are very good at acting; they say one thing to your face and another behind your back. You can't see into someone's heart, so be careful and think things through carefully."

"Remember, anything related to wine, women, wealth, and anger is never a trivial matter."

Uncle Chang sighed, thinking to himself: if someone had taught him like he did back then, he wouldn't have gone down those paths, and he would be a different person.

But there's no going back. Just like Zhang San, who traveled through time, his life is now full of regrets.

Zhang Zongshuang is different now than before. He has started to observe people from all angles, from their words and actions, expressions, and clothing, to the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation.

Moreover, the range of things they learn is becoming increasingly broad.

"Young Master, why are you learning so many things?"

"Of course, it's about getting to know a person better, and of course, you need to have sufficient knowledge," Zhang Zongshuang replied earnestly to Uncle Chang.