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Unfortunately, things do not go as one wishes. Zheng Yifan's luck is currently at its peak, and the Dealer across from him clearly did not anticipate someone like Zheng Yifan. He can withstand the entire casino purely by luck.
Carrying the fortune of a million people is no small matter; in ancient times, it represented the might of a ruler, as a country typically had around a million inhabitants.
Zheng Yifan is the sole faith, the only pillar; he embodies all the hopes of the Hope Gathering Place.
Moreover, Zheng Yifan is also the Boss of Hope Group, which grants him even greater power.
Every employee of Hope Group contributes to this strength, and if Hope Group goes public, countless shareholders will add their hopes for the stock to rise.
At that time, the power would be immense. The question of whether Hope Group will go public has already attracted much attention.
However, this does not include Zheng Yifan. If he were to initiate a particularly large project requiring funds, going public would be a natural step. Yet, to avoid regulatory hassles, he prefers to continue supporting it himself.
The development of Hope Group's industries is progressing rapidly; for now, there seems to be no need for an IPO. There are more secrets to protect, more matters that cannot be organized into a board meeting, and thus no need to go public.
Currently, although the God Index has reached its limit, it exerts unimaginable power in this vast market. Zheng Yifan's finances are temporarily secure.
When it comes to dealing with a casino, as long as the strength of the Hope Gathering Place emerges, they can suppress them effortlessly.
Zheng Yifan possesses such power, and so that beautiful ball slowly came to rest on number six.
Gasps! Complete astonishment filled the air!
It was as if everything around Zheng Yifan had exploded; everyone's eyes were fixated on the rolling ball in front of him.
Five times! Another five times. This isn't just outrageous; it's downright absurd! The current betting limit has reached one million; five times that is five million dollars. The Dealer's face turned pale; the Boss had set this maximum limit for them to fleece those who had gone mad with their bets.
But he had never thought that he would encounter such a probability. The Fellow in front of him was simply divine.
A dozen burly men approached slowly, carrying detection devices to scan Zheng Yifan for any equipment that might conduct electricity or contain integrated metals.
Everything would be detected. Unlike the body searches seen in movies, one of the security personnel shook his head at the Dealer.
The Dealer could only hang his head in disappointment and prepare for the next round.
Everything was calm and collected. Only Zheng Yifan felt a pang of bitterness inside. To have all that money gathered right in front of him felt better than anything else.
Even though the money Zheng Yifan earned was much faster than what could be won through slow gambling, he still relished this feeling.
It was a joy that others could not put into words.
Equally joyful were the two Brothers beside him, who had already begun to wildly twist their bodies. Mario even took off his shirt, constantly showing off his mottled chest muscles.
The two gaping bullet holes on his chest were terrifying and drove the seven young Children wild.
Two rounds of roulette. Twice at five times the bet, their $700 successfully transformed into over $850,000. The value surged dramatically. However, their debts were still far from settled. They had no idea how much they had already lost; they only knew that the amount was terrifyingly large. To pay it back? At least two more rounds would be needed, perhaps just one, but it had to be at five times the bet—only then could they turn things around.
Now, Zheng Yifan still wanted to place a bet. As long as he continued betting, wealth would multiply by another five times!
What stocks? What stock gods? Nothing compared to the maximum multiplier on the roulette table. In just over ten minutes, a small amount of cash turned into a massive fortune—an amount that these ordinary people would never see in their lifetimes.
The most astonished among them was Tang Long. He never expected this crazy Fellow to win so much all at once.
Now, the chips in his hand had reached a staggering 15 Billion Dollars. This immense figure was enough to leave the entire world in awe. High-stakes gambling was not unheard of, but the chance of such a sum appearing at an ordinary poker table was virtually nonexistent.
"Sir, please proceed to the VIP area on the third floor for your entertainment. You already have a Billion Dollars in hand, allowing you access to our highest betting zone!" A waiter guided Zheng Yifan upward.
Having feigned being under the influence of Dream, Zheng Yifan naturally wanted to indulge in the VIP area! The atmosphere downstairs was simply unbearable; if he had wagered ten million dollars earlier, that would have amounted to seven hundred million! Now that would be exhilarating enough to terrify the casino's boss.
Upstairs, it was undoubtedly the VIP area, where everyone entering was a symbol of wealth exceeding a Billion Dollars. Of course, they were continuously sipping on enhanced versions of Dream. It was a nearly dazzling pink Dream, with an even stronger concentration of Vital Energy, offering a more delightful taste and igniting the most intense impulses.
For instance, the person in front of him seemed completely deranged, disregarding their attire entirely; even their handmade suit worth hundreds of thousands had been torn to shreds.
Zheng Yifan received a glass of pink Dream, aptly named Pink Dream.
However, those behind him were not so fortunate. The madmen in the room were accompanied by bodyguards and beautiful women, yet no matter how they pleaded, the crazed individuals could not quell their inner urges.
Scarlett! That beautiful woman was already here. She had earned quite a bit from her years in film, but compared to the true tycoons around her, she seemed rather insignificant. Zheng Yifan noticed that no bets were less than ten million dollars here; stacks of black chips worth one million each were piled on the tables.
The scene of vast amounts of money accumulating drove people insane. Scarlett knelt on the ground with tear-filled eyes before a rotund fellow who was preparing to make her serve him.
"Hey! How much did you pay? I'll pay double!" Zheng Yifan intervened against the fat fellow across from him.
She was a movie star he had admired years ago; despite her fame, he still didn't want her to be degraded before him!
"You want her? I paid fifty thousand dollars! If you want her, you have to bet against me! I'm putting her up as a hundred thousand dollar chip!" The fat man shouted angrily, as if every cell in his body had boiled over.
Fifty thousand dollars! What a ridiculous sum; in his home country, that might be what a woman could earn at a party. But this woman—Scarlett—was an internationally renowned star; her endorsements started in the millions. Now, just fifty thousand dollars could win him such beauty.
Zheng Yifan didn't care about such trivial amounts of money; his goal was to sweep everything away, to take over the entire Doug Casino.
With 15 Billion Dollars in his hands, Zheng Yifan didn't need to invest any of his own money. His target was the whole Doug Casino. Doubling his assets was the life he wanted to experience; the slow grind of business was better left to Berry. Right now, all he could see was Doug Casino.
That fat man across from him was Zheng Yifan's first target.
"That's not going to work!" Zheng Yifan shook his head. "A mere hundred thousand dollars? I'm not playing with you! At least ten million to start; otherwise, you might as well go play with beggars. I'm not interested." While still pretending to be a madman under the influence of Pink Dream, he fully embraced the role.
The fellow in front of him hesitated for a second, but then impulse overcame reason. He hadn't had Dream for half an hour, and its effects were starting to wane. Just then, a voluptuous waitress walked by with a tray holding several cups of Pink Dream.
The fat man reached out and grabbed a cup, downing it in one go.
"Down it!" He waved his hand grandly, placing various cards on the table. The casino provided a series of agreements along with professional lawyers, and the eyes of those around him were already bloodshot.
However, they dared not speak up, fearing another outburst from the fat man and even more so the security personnel.
All the security guards held Submachine Guns, their cold gazes sweeping over them. Yet these guards never appeared in front of the wealthy; they only served to intimidate those who followed them.
The fat man smoothly signed the agreement, mortgaging his entire group to the casino for a loan of two hundred million dollars, along with a series of fixed assets and liquid funds. Even the stocks he had invested in were fully pledged.
The total amount came to five Billion Dollars.
Zheng Yifan immediately spotted the problem; the value of these assets was insufficient for five Billion Dollars. Some of that funding might have been injected by the casino itself—who would believe a casino that gave away money?
However, Zheng Yifan's purpose wasn't to teach the fat man a lesson; it was to end Doug Casino and wreak havoc, bringing himself immense pleasure in the process.
Now, he was feeling an overwhelming sense of exhilaration.
"What shall we play? How about something straightforward?" Zheng Yifan suggested.
When he mentioned something straightforward, it was undoubtedly the most direct game in the world.
For example... dice.
Two dice, roll them and compare the numbers; the one with the higher number wins. Each round stakes ten million dollars. It was as if the simplest game came with the largest stakes.
Rolling the dice was incredibly quick, often finishing a round in just five seconds, allowing for a staggering one hundred twenty million dollars in bets within a minute.
The stakes in this hall were enormous, with the casino taking a mere one percent cut.
A one percent cut—if you had said that before, no one would have believed it.
Yet, Doug Casino operated this way.
Because in the end, everyone’s bets were against Doug Casino. In the entire hall, it seemed that only Zheng Yifan was gambling against that fat man. (To be continued)
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