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"Is he your classmate?" The old journalist stared in disbelief at Li Xiaoli, unable to fathom that this girl from a poor, remote area had such a wealthy tycoon as a classmate.
The price of this business card alone was enough to make them run around in circles, not to mention the deeper implications of being invited to Doug Casino as a guest room manager.
Damn it! He wanted to go too! This was the largest casino in the world, where the guest rooms were frequented by dignitaries and elites. Each identity was enough to overshadow his own. Such an arrangement would never be offered to an ordinary person. If he really became the guest room manager in a presidential suite, the benefits and status would be completely different; he would be raking in profits hand over fist!
There were many envious eyes around, even among those renowned journalists. The opportunity for advancement was something everyone dreamed of.
All they felt was envy—envy mixed with jealousy and perhaps even hatred.
Meanwhile, Zheng Yifan was unaware as he slowly walked inside, flanked by dozens of security personnel who kept the journalists at bay, giving them enough space to admire Zheng Yifan's retreating figure.
However, all these details were completely forgotten by the journalists. They were stunned by Li Xiaoli's incredible fortune until one national reporter suddenly sneezed and realized that the security personnel had already withdrawn, leaving ample space for them.
"The security ahead has retreated!" A voice in an unfamiliar language exclaimed, and one reporter darted out like a rabbit, his camera snapping wildly.
He was the only one to capture Zheng Yifan's silhouette, and his name would be remembered for ages simply for having taken the first photograph of Zheng Yifan's back in his life.
This was just the first shot. But it would certainly not be the last.
Zheng Yifan's glorious journey had just begun.
"He's the one who bet against Old Daoist Ge! He’s that young man from Huaxia!" The reporters were nearly going mad. A person from a developing country had appeared as a figure capable of swallowing Las Vegas's largest casino. Originally, this seemed impossible. How could someone outside the mainstream possess such financial power?
However, they only realized everything after hearing that Zheng Yifan had become a French citizen, attributing all matters to the French Government. Soon, a wave of propaganda emerged claiming that Zheng Yifan was merely a spokesperson for the government and that all behind-the-scenes maneuvers were orchestrated by the French Government.
This was the only possibility that anyone could unconditionally believe.
As for other possibilities, that was simply a joke.
However, Zheng Yifan no longer cared. He had stepped into the very center of the venue, where countless games awaited him. Clearly, Old Daoist Ge intended to let Zheng Yifan choose the rules of the game.
After all, they had thoroughly investigated; Zheng Yifan had no gambling experience whatsoever and was nothing but a naive novice. If he couldn't even win against him, it would be better to just die!
Old Daoist Ge had personally used his own methods to reclaim the entire Doug Casino, and the money was stained with blood.
But now, the blood was even fresher. Those gamblers who had indulged in Dream were already arranged in another hotel, each provided with quite an array of leisure activities. After all, their wealth still rested in their own hands.
Those who had lost everything and had no capital left could no longer enjoy themselves here. The men were driven out to fend for themselves, while the beautiful women were assigned to accompany other gamblers.
Only those particularly famous actresses managed to escape this fate, but their circumstances were even more tragic. In their remaining lives, aside from the necessary film appearances they had to make, they spent all their time at Doug Casino, entertaining those gluttonous fellows.
Zheng Yifan could save them by turning Doug Casino into his own property. These people would then become his personal assets, entirely under his control. Zheng Yifan could grant them freedom as long as they weren't too deeply addicted. If he disrupted their essential nervous systems and rationality, he could harness Vital Energy to balance their internal Vital Energy and achieve his ultimate goal.
"Boss Zheng! I never expected you to be the mastermind behind Hope Group. Who would have thought my casino would host someone like you?" Old Daoist Ge slowly approached Zheng Yifan with his Old Dog in tow, a smile plastered on his face. Yet, Zheng Yifan caught sight of something astonishing.
In front of Old Daoist Ge hung a crystal that sparkled brilliantly and emanated immense power; even clothing couldn't conceal its dazzling light.
It was eternal beauty that transcended all tangible and intangible things.
Zheng Yifan smiled slightly. "Since Doug Casino is the largest casino in the world, it should allow gamblers to enjoy themselves fully. Today, I am not the chairman of Hope Group but merely a gambler. I hope Boss Doug won't resort to any tricks; I won't fall for them!"
Zheng Yifan's smile resembled a cold glimmer in the dark night—chilling to the bone. Old Daoist Ge inexplicably shivered, clutching the crystal against his chest; it was his lifeline and absolutely irreplaceable.
"Boss Doug, do you hold me in such high regard? Bowing to me like a dog?" Zheng Yifan made a joke that crossed the line, intending to pull Old Daoist Ge back into reality so he could find a way to seize that crystal. Zheng Yifan already knew that Old Daoist Ge had no other options; the only way forward depended on that crystal. It was evident that acquiring this crystal was the sole method for producing Dream.
However, Zheng Yifan had no way to obtain it for the time being.
"Hehe! Young people are just young people, lacking a bit of patience!" Old Daoist Ge waved his hand and slowly sat down to groom Old Dog's fur.
Zheng Yifan looked at Old Daoist Ge.
"I don't know any other games. What's the simplest and most straightforward?" Zheng Yifan countered, as he only wanted to play dice, but he was giving the choice to the other party.
"One point? All in? Texas Hold'em?..." Old Daoist Ge listed a bunch of poker games, but unfortunately, Zheng Yifan shook his head at all of them. He only knew how to play Landlord, but Old Daoist Ge didn’t know how to play that!
"Then let's go with dice! Highest wins?" Old Daoist Ge looked at the dice on the table, his eyes glinting with a cold light; he was truly a master in this area. He played dice naturally and skillfully.
Wanting as many points as one desired was simply incredible.
"Of course, but since you proposed the game, I should set the rules!" Zheng Yifan smiled at Old Daoist Ge.
Old Daoist Ge's face immediately changed color. He hadn't expected Zheng Yifan to be so ruthless, pushing him into a corner and then adding an extra condition.
However, he could only nod silently. After all, what was the status of Hope Group? The bet between them was inherently unequal; if Zheng Yifan didn't have any special conditions, it would be a disaster.
"My requirement is simple: we can roll the dice, but absolutely no direct rolling by hand. Let's make it exciting; how about having someone else roll for us? No hiring anyone who knows how to play dice! No acquaintances allowed!" Zheng Yifan's conditions were quite unreasonable, yet Old Daoist Ge was satisfied.
Everyone had their own circles. Zheng Yifan wouldn’t know too many people from the gambling scene, but Old Daoist Ge did—everyone he knew played gambling.
Just because he didn’t know someone didn’t mean he hadn’t heard of or seen that person.
"Now I and Old Daoist Ge will choose our agents; each agent will receive a reward of ten million dollars!" Zheng Yifan announced the benefits.
The entire hall had gone mad!
Ten million dollars, just for being an agent! Perhaps it would only take a matter of minutes to earn this prize.
However, Zheng Yifan's request was unprecedented.
His choice was simple; he pointed at someone he was very familiar with—Robert Downey.
Iron Man from the Avengers, a man with undeniable flair.
Zheng Yifan's reason for choosing him was straightforward. He liked Iron Man; that external armor was simply too cool. However, Zheng Yifan didn't have the capability to create one himself, or else he would have made his own suit by now.
"Me?" Robert Downey pointed at himself, surprised. He never expected this fellow, the chairman of Hope Group, would want him to be an agent, even if it was just for a gamble.
"Yes, you! That's right. I like Iron Man. No other reason," Zheng Yifan said, giving a thumbs up.
This was practically a compliment to Robert Downey. What excited him even more was the thought that once he got to know Zheng Yifan, what if this eccentric fellow wanted to make a movie? What if he created something new and wanted Robert to endorse it?
His fame would undoubtedly rise again.
"Of course! I’m honored." A man with flair is different. Robert Downey saluted with more professionalism than Zheng Yifan, exuding elegance and grace.
After Zheng Yifan made his choice, the old Daoist Ge across from him had already selected his person.
He showed no mercy in his selection, choosing the African gambling king. No one knew his real name; they only knew him as Shadow Hand, known for his lightning-fast hands.
But Zheng Yifan didn’t care; no matter how fast your hands were, they were still just two hands that couldn't escape his eyes. If anyone dared to pull any tricks in front of him, Zheng Yifan would teach them a lesson in mere minutes.
"Can our game begin now?" After checking all the equipment, Zheng Yifan casually stretched out his hand.
"Of course! Bigger stakes mean bigger rules. We'll only compare points; the one with the higher points wins, and if the points are the same, it's a tie! How about it? The goal is to clear out one side's bets completely. Each time, the betting amount will be multiplied. If you don't have enough, you can use personal assets as collateral!" Old Daoist Ge lightly stated his intentions.
When dealing with a novice, if he didn't manage to win everything from him, could he still call himself a gambling king?
Zheng Yifan's assets were all known to them. They had never imagined that stocks held by an investment company would soar like they were on steroids. Zheng Yifan's automotive company was also continuously developing new models. Even some haphazard investments were increasing at a geometric rate.
It was simply the most insane talent in the world. Old Daoist Ge wanted Zheng Yifan to help him; he aimed to control Zheng Yifan through Dream. However, the premise was that he had to seize all of Zheng Yifan's industries, reducing him to a homeless person. Otherwise, he would end up like last time—defeated and empty-handed. Zheng Yifan had fallen into a trap, but it was of no use; he hadn't lost money and was continuously winning instead.
Old Daoist Ge couldn't stand watching his assets shrink at such a geometric rate.
If he played two more rounds, Old Daoist Ge would be bankrupt for sure!
"Sure! I love these kinds of rules. How about you, Mr. Robert Downey?" At that moment, Zheng Yifan resembled a gentleman, if only he weren't resting both feet on the gambling table and scratching his head with his left hand.
"Of course! Sir, although I know many ways to gamble, when facing those experts across from me, simplicity is key. That Shadow Hand I've heard of has already swindled all my friends' fortunes away. He's not a master of gambling; he's a con artist—a cheat!" Robert Downey denounced Shadow Hand across the table.
However, the old black man just kept chuckling foolishly without any other reaction.
"Hey! Let's get started! Old Mr. Doug!" Zheng Yifan signaled Old Daoist Ge to begin.
As expected, with Old Daoist Ge's command, countless cameras behind them lit up simultaneously. This was an effective measure to prevent cheating; those high-definition cameras would scrutinize every frame just in case.
This was a gambling game worth millions of dollars—there were no winners or losers, only life and death—a true battle for survival where failure could lead to utter ruin.
Far away in France, Berry was nearly going insane; what kind of madness was his boss indulging in? Gambling with the company? It was simply ridiculous! However, he couldn't reach Las Vegas in America and could only watch the live broadcast from home.
The price was set at five dollars per minute! An astonishing rate. Yet, countless wealthy individuals chose to watch; it was the battle of the century. Even if they couldn't witness it in person, seeing it on television was enough.
“Mr. Shadow Hand, you may begin!” Old Daoist Ge signaled for Shadow Hand to start.
In an instant, the dice cup vanished from sight, and a die appeared in mid-air. The cup was waved over it, and after just a few shakes, it was slammed down.
Zheng Yifan saw the points clearly.
It was fifteen.
Not the highest, but close to the top. If one were to roll an eighteen every time, that would be cheating. Although Shadow Hand had that capability, he absolutely could not use any tricks now; even the fastest sleight of hand would be recorded by high-definition cameras.
“How much are we betting?” Zheng Yifan asked with a smile.
“Let’s start at one million! Anything less is boring, and too much could lead to losses in no time! One million is just right,” Old Daoist Ge confirmed the rules with Zheng Yifan.
Zheng Yifan nodded and gestured for Robert Downey to shake the dice cup before slamming it onto the table.
The points were indisputable: eighteen. Today, unbeatable luck would take down the skillful Shadow Hand! It would topple the boss of Las Vegas, the largest casino in the world. This casino would change hands; it was certain! (To be continued...)
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