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The news of the bet between Zheng Yifan and Doug spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves throughout Las Vegas. The entire gambling industry was captivated by the latest developments involving Doug Casino's Boss and the mysterious figure behind the world's leading Clean Energy Company, Hope Group.
No, this wasn't just any behind-the-scenes Boss; this was a Boss who had never shown their face. The world knew that this enigmatic figure was French, but whether they were an elderly gentleman, a young heir, or a brilliant PhD remained a mystery.
They didn't know yet, but soon they would. Media outlets around the globe were on high alert, with five media slots available for each Developed Country and only one for each Developing Country to cover the event.
All the Big Bosses of Las Vegas would descend upon the city to witness this century's grand gamble, with heightened interest in who would ultimately claim Doug Casino.
If that Frenchman were to win the casino, he might not even manage it himself. The best casino in the world could end up being sold off to outsiders.
Las Vegas was the epicenter of global gambling, with all market shares divided among existing casinos. There seemed to be no chance for them to re-enter the fray. However, things were different now; Doug Casino could potentially be sold at a bargain price since they had thoroughly analyzed all available information on Hope Group and hired numerous analysts to assess its future development and opportunities for retaining the casino.
Yet, the chances of success remained slim.
Hope Group belonged to a high-tech conglomerate focused on cutting-edge technology, such as Solar Photovoltaic Power Station Projects. The world was gearing up for Clean Energy initiatives, but only Hope Group had reached such heights while maintaining strict confidentiality over its sensitive data. For an extended period, no country had managed to steal core information about Hope Group's Solar Photovoltaic Power Station.
The ordinary data was riddled with vulnerabilities. However, once others attempted to replicate it, they realized the technological gap was vast—so much so that consuming Hope Group's Electricity was nearly 0% cheaper than producing their own.
This wasn't just a minor setback; it was a significant blow! How could it be that imitating their technology not only failed to save money but instead resulted in losses calculated at 0% based on Hope Group's Electricity sales prices?
In today's economy, where energy costs directly impacted GDP, even a single cent reduction in energy expenses could lead to substantial national economic growth.
Every industry relied on production costs tied to energy. Even the light bulbs above market vendors needed electricity; everyone paid for energy production costs.
Without it, modern life would be unsustainable.
When profits are magnified across a population of six billion, that translates into enormous gains. Moreover, this wasn't just about ordinary electricity usage; electroplating plants and aluminum electrolysis required vast amounts of power across various industries—making electricity consumption figures staggering.
In this highly lucrative sector, one of the most profitable and promising areas was currently under Hope Group's leadership as they sought to dominate global electricity resources.
Thermal Power Generation was being crushed under the low prices of Solar Photovoltaic Power Stations. Even Nuclear Power Plants had to take a backseat; the future belonged to Solar Energy, ushering the world into an era of safety and pollution-free energy.
Among the most eager were the Japanese People, who were nearly frantic. With nuclear plant explosions occurring every two to three years, their resources were entirely reliant on imports. Without alternative energy sources, their energy crisis was a significant challenge. They continued to build new power stations despite the risks of Nuclear Power Plant explosions, as they needed to ensure reliable electricity for the Japanese People.
Whenever an earthquake struck, numerous Nuclear Power Plants became invisible ticking time bombs, capable of contaminating entire sea areas.
Currently, Japan was the nation most urgently in need of investment from Hope Group. The Japanese Foreign Ministry had even reached out to the French Government and Hope Group, desperately hoping to introduce the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station Project. The entire operation would be managed by Hope Group, although the Japanese Self-Defense Forces would oversee it during the contract period. They were required to provide electricity above the contracted amount while ensuring the energy's cleanliness.
However, ongoing negotiations over pricing were troubling Japan. A whispered remark from Zheng Yifan had led to Berry demanding a price three times higher than that of other countries.
Of course, this price was nearly equivalent to their own production costs for electricity, significantly reducing risk. Yet while others enjoyed cheap electricity, Japan would be stuck with high prices for their original rates! This would inevitably diminish their market competitiveness on the international stage, essentially extracting wealth from their citizens.
Nevertheless, Berry had solid reasoning. After all, frequent earthquakes in Japan caused significant wear on Electronic Components, leading to costly equipment maintenance!
Fortunately for Japan, Berry did not include maintenance costs in his pricing; otherwise, he would have driven them to despair. Experts calculated that annual maintenance costs alone would reach two million dollars!
Just two million dollars—yet he demanded three times that amount. With a population exceeding one hundred million, it was a massive slice of cake swallowed whole. The stocks of Japan's Energy Companies were plummeting like cooking oil; however, for the welfare and energy security of their nation, they managed to endure. Now, the project was nearing its final stages.
Zheng Yifan had no qualms about constructing the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station. Why not make money? He could always earn back his investment later and call them fools! That would be truly satisfying.
Little did they know that the Boss of Hope Group hailed from a rival nation; otherwise, it would have been questionable whether they would proceed with introducing projects from Hope Group.
As Zheng Yifan prepared to attend this peak competition, Berry signed an agreement with representatives from Japan and promised to personally witness this century's battle.
The stakes for Zheng Yifan included the entire Japanese project. Now that an agreement had been signed, regardless of who the Boss was, this agreement would be honored. They eagerly anticipated coming over to see this legendary figure who existed only in tales.
In the presidential suite of Doug Casino, a figure from legend was indulging in exquisite delicacies.
Yang Zhi Yu Lu! When spring breezes and rain meet, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal realm.
Zheng Yifan felt this sensation as he watched Scarlett, who had regained her composure. She had taken only a small dose of Pink Dream, so her mind remained clear, albeit slightly dazed.
At that moment, she was nibbling on a Green Lychee, freshly airlifted from her homeland. This was no ordinary lychee; it came from a mother tree that had once fetched a high price at auction.
However, Zheng Yifan was unfazed. The lychee in his mouth cost nearly ten thousand soft coins each, and even then, they were in short supply. For the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station Project in Zengcheng, the local leaders had insisted on reserving just a few kilograms for him. As for the other offspring trees, their yield was greater.
Yet, the annual production was only around two thousand pounds. If one wanted to eat more, it would be gone in an instant, consumed by the global market, driving prices to staggering heights.
Zheng Yifan not only wanted to eat; he wanted the best and the finest service.
The world-renowned star, Scarlett, was feeding him the Zengcheng lychee with her mouth, dripping with sweet juice. The rich sweetness needed no further description.
Zheng Yifan reclined on the bed, awaiting the beautiful woman's service. Jessica lay in his arms in her pajamas, her eyes glistening with tears.
He never imagined that Jessica would be a first for him. After being left speechless by her, he reassessed his view of this woman.
As for Scarlett, Zheng Yifan didn't even consider her seriously. He thought of her as just another option; while she could serve him well enough, he feared getting any diseases if things went further.
Yet having such a beauty attending to him while exuding a hint of Chad's charm made Zheng Yifan's heart swell with joy. The stunning woman he could only admire on screen was now right beside him serving him. It felt as if a celestial being had descended to attend to an ordinary man—an experience that left his heart feeling both sweet and sour.
"Boss! It's here! Boss!" Mario, one of his brothers, couldn't contain himself any longer and shouted from outside the door, his excitement echoing through the entire floor.
Bag, another fellow brother, remained much more composed. However, when Zheng Yifan pushed open the door at Mario's urging and saw Bag outside, he knew that Bag's heart was anything but calm.
He couldn't possibly keep stuffing cigarette butts into his mouth and chewing them, especially when there was a fruit platter right next to him!
“Mario, you should really check on your good buddy! The money is already in the account and it’s not going anywhere, but if you don’t remind him soon, he might end up with tar poisoning!” Zheng Yifan lazily lifted his left hand and let it drop.
However, Mario still noticed Zheng Yifan's gesture. His eyes lingered on Scarlett, circling around her before finally shifting his gaze elsewhere. Then he witnessed an astonishing scene.
The Fellow was forcefully shoving the butt of the Havana Cigar that Boss had smoked three hours earlier into his mouth.
Mario had to admit that the Havana Cigar did have a nice flavor, but that thing was not meant to be eaten! This was nothing short of suicide.
“What the hell!” He didn’t know where he had learned such words; his voice carried a distinct Northeastern flavor. Then he dashed over in a flash, delivering a hard slap to Bag's face.
“Are you out of your mind? Eating cigarette butts! Are you sick?” Another slap landed on Bag's face, perfectly mirroring the first ten finger marks.
“Is this... is this real?” Bag trembled as he raised his left hand, revealing his phone notification.
It displayed his account balance.
“$667,58,74556.” (To be continued...)
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