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Although feeling helpless inside, Lin Feng still accompanied him to meet the so-called "Manager" mentioned by that man.
The Manager was a middle-aged man of average build and appearance. In Lin Feng's eyes, if it weren't for his piercing eyes, this Manager would just be an ordinary middle-aged uncle.
Of course, being in charge of such a casino, Lin Feng couldn't simply regard him as just a middle-aged uncle. He might even be a high-ranking figure behind the forces supporting the casino.
Anyone who thinks that such a large-scale upscale casino operates without significant backing is clearly a fool. And Lin Feng was obviously no fool.
"Ha ha... Young brother, you are truly talented," before Lin Feng could speak, the Manager, who had been writing at his desk, stood up eagerly to shake Lin Feng's hand, appearing quite enthusiastic.
As the saying goes, "One does not strike a smiling face." Despite his doubts, Lin Feng still politely replied, "I can't say I'm talented; it's true that I'm reckless. Manager, you flatter me." His words were neither humble nor arrogant and were quite appropriate. After all, Lin Feng had spent several years mingling in the mixed environment of bars in his past life, so such conversation came naturally to him.
"I apologize; since the amount of money you wish to exchange is not small, to ensure your funds' safety, I can only handle the exchange personally here. Additionally, I genuinely admire your skills; I just wanted to witness your prowess. You won't mind my conversation style, will you?" The Manager didn't introduce himself but repeatedly referred to himself as "Xie," suggesting he thought Lin Feng would recognize him as a gambling expert. Lin Feng couldn't be bothered to ask for more details; he only noted that his surname was Xie.
"Damn it, if you give me the money, I can store it in my magic ring; it's safer than a bank. Do I really need you to consider my funds' safety?" Lin Feng felt quite displeased with the Manager's words but maintained a facade and replied, "That's the casino's consideration for its guests; I understand."
There was no choice; Lin Feng still held onto the hope of resolving things amicably. He could disregard the Wolf Gang, but he didn't want to offend the mysterious and powerful forces represented by this casino. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said so many things he didn't want to say.
"By the way, look at my head; I'm getting old and forgot to ask for your name." It must be said that the Manager's demeanor did not resemble that of someone running a casino; he seemed more like a cunning businessman. Typically, those who run casinos are rough around the edges and straightforward in their speech; they wouldn't be so adept at understanding the nuances of business relationships.
However, the more refined the Manager appeared, the more wary Lin Feng became because such shrewdness indicated the depth of the forces behind him. A wealthy fool is always just a wealthy fool; apart from being filled with the stench of money, there's nothing else left. As for depth, it cannot be built solely with money. There's an old saying: "In this day and age, thugs are not scary; what’s scary is when thugs are educated!"
"Ha ha... May I ask your surname, Zhao?" After witnessing the cunning nature of this old fox, Lin Feng responded to each question without revealing any personal information, not even a seemingly insignificant surname. In such situations, Zhao Qian Sun Li could easily throw out random remarks; he was certainly capable of that.
Lin Feng had made up his mind. If the other party was polite, he would be polite in return. After all, it was just a few pleasantries. Although it felt a bit nauseating, it was better than resorting to physical confrontation. If the other party tried anything aggressive, Lin Feng was not someone who could be easily manipulated.
In short, he would face whatever came his way with calmness and resilience.
"You are quite talented, young man. If you don't mind, I would like to call you Little Zhao. I am curious about where your family is from; I would love to know what kind of place could raise someone as promising as you." The Manager, known for his thick skin, directly changed Lin Feng's title from "young man" to "Little Zhao," and naturally began probing into Lin Feng's background.
"Damn it, I do mind." Although he felt frustrated internally, Lin Feng still had to pretend to be honored and play along, saying, "I don’t mind at all, Uncle Xie. My family is from the north, just a small mountain village; there’s nothing special about it."
There was no choice; this was the so-called art of conversation.
What a damn annoying art of conversation.
In truth, when Lin Feng claimed his family was from the north, he was just making things up. He could have exaggerated even further if he weren't worried about being caught in a lie; he almost wanted to say his family was from the North Pole!
On the other hand, Lin Feng knew that this old fox was well aware of the secrets behind various powers. Therefore, he aimed to portray his background as ordinary as possible. This way, the old fox wouldn’t think too much of him. If he considered Lin Feng's gambling skills and eloquence as well, he might even assume Lin Feng came from a family with some influence or background. At the very least, he would see him as a capable young man from a powerful faction.
These carefully crafted designs were indeed a result of Lin Feng's hard work. This was also due to his rebirth; if it were the previous Lin Feng—even with the existence of something as extraordinary as the magic ring—he probably wouldn't have had such courage and means.
Thus, certain experiences can sometimes be an unspoken wealth in life.
Clearly, the Manager had fallen for Lin Feng's ruse. Seeing him deep in thought brought a sense of satisfaction to Lin Feng for the first time that day. Damn it, let’s see you pretend with me; I'll fool you completely.
Not long after, the Manager walked over to the desk and picked up the phone in front of Lin Feng, saying, "Tiger, how come you've been exchanging chips for half a day? The customers are getting impatient. Hurry up and get it done, be quick about it."
Clearly, this old fox was putting on an act again. Lin Feng didn't believe that the people under him were slow; anyone working in a place like this wouldn't dare to slack off. Otherwise, they might end up feeding the fish in the Huangpu River.
Soon enough, seemingly confirming the Manager's words about being quick, a big guy entered the Manager's Office and placed a suitcase full of cash on the Manager's desk. He said, "Manager, I'm sorry for the delay due to some issues. This customer is my fault for making you wait."
Although Lin Feng knew they were acting, he still said it was fine. After all, this behavior at least indicated that they didn't intend to use force. If they wanted to resort to strong-arm tactics, there would be no need for such pretense with Lin Feng.
Next, he was curious to see what move they would make. Lin Feng was ready to respond…
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