I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1259 - 869 Mr. Jiang, the cherry blossoms are blooming

Chapter 1259: 869 Mr. Jiang, the cherry blossoms are blooming

No one can be favored by the Goddess of Luck forever.

Especially in a place like the casino.

At a baccarat table, the undefeated, alluring woman finally saw her golden streak broken.

"Looks like my luck has run out today."

Neither despondent nor greedy, after her first taste of defeat, she showed rationality, decisively choosing to stop at the right moment.

In this respect alone, she surpassed 99% of gamblers worldwide.

The skill of gambling is actually not the key; the best riders fall, the best swimmers drown. Countless so-called master gamblers lose everything. So more important than technique is seizing the right moment, knowing when to walk away from the table.

Of course.

Though she lost one round, she was still up nearly five hundred thousand US Dollars—a sum capable of transforming an ordinary person’s life.

"In my history, I’ve never won and then left a casino before."

The almost mythical Bian Zaide seemed to express envy. Perhaps due to bad luck and lessons learned from experience, he refrained from betting today. But his words confirmed his role as an observer.

"Maybe your table is not here. And sometimes, by not playing, you won’t lose. Not losing is winning."

Bian Zaide mused with a slight smile. "Miss Fujiwara, your words are profoundly insightful."

Fujiwara.

The name sounded.

Not much like a surname from Shenzhou.

Yet the alluring woman with no striking differences in appearance held a faint smile on her lips, casually and generously handing all her winnings to Bian Zaide.

Bian Zaide was puzzled.

"Sharing my luck with you."

Bian Zaide couldn’t help but chuckle, then earnestly remarked, "This is not luck; this is skill. I am in complete awe of Miss Fujiwara’s abilities."

Despite his words, he didn’t reject her gesture of goodwill.

"Then I’ll accept it with gratitude."

In truth, hundreds of thousands of US Dollars meant little to either of them.

As they left the table, the woman, known as Miss Fujiwara, revered as a capital giant across Shenzhou and the globe, glanced at a certain gambler who joined the baccarat table after she had taken her seat.

Plain and unremarkable.

Nothing noteworthy in appearance.

The perfect image of a true expert.

It is well understood.

Casinos often employ some expert cheats, kept on hand "for emergencies."

For example.

When a gambler’s "luck is at its peak," it might be the ideal moment to send in these professional cheats. Most gamblers, unaware, find their streak quietly drained. However, occasionally, some gamblers are keen enough to avoid overextending themselves.

As the man and woman chatted and laughed, cashing out all their chips and preparing to leave contentedly, a group approached.

"Given how new this place is, surely it won’t stoop to such pettiness," Bian Zaide muttered, ever perceptive. He could clearly tell the group was heading toward him.

However, his remark was purely a joke.

Forget fifty thousand US Dollars—what difference would it make if he won five million?

The casino industry is Haojiang’s cornerstone, increasingly regulated. Even an ordinary person would not be harassed for winning big, let alone someone like Bian Zaide.

What’s the purpose of the newly established Gambling Association?

To regulate the entire industry.

Bian Zaide paused in his tracks.

Beside him, Miss Fujiwara remained composed, her smile calm and unruffled.

It was clear they were being approached.

Bai Haoran stepped forward ahead of the group and stopped before them.

After all.

Someone like Bian Zaide was normally someone he would only see on the news.

"Mr. Bian, hello. I am Bai Haoran, the manager of this casino."

Bai Haoran extended his hand. Though his face lacked a smile, his demeanor was polite and respectful.

"Hello."

Bian Zaide, unpretentious, extended his hand and shook the other man’s.

After releasing his grip, Bai Haoran turned his head.

A suited subordinate behind him stepped forward with a card held in both hands.

Bai Haoran took the card and turned back to face Bian Zaide, offering it to him.

"Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Mr. Bian. A small token of appreciation, nothing significant."

The card wasn’t ornate; rather, it was tastefully elegant. Most of the card featured an image of a scenic spot in Haojiang.

Black Sand Beach.

"A Black Sand Card?"

A magnetic voice spoke up.

It came from Miss Fujiwara, standing beside Bian Zaide.

Bai Haoran turned his head.

Facing her directly, at such a close distance, the deep, instinctual pull of attraction between man and woman surged even stronger.

Fortunately, Bai Haoran was not one to be obsessed with women—or, to put it more accurately, he was highly disciplined. Ever since arriving in Haojiang, he had not succumbed to the indulgent pleasures of this casino city. Though he could have enjoyed himself every night, he poured all his energy into managing the casino.

"Yes, this is the Black Sand Card newly issued by our association. With this card, one can enjoy VIP services at any official casino or hotel in Haojiang."

Looking at that face full of allure for men, Bai Haoran spoke calmly, without a ripple of emotion.

For someone of Bian Zaide’s stature, an ordinary gift would simply be inadequate.

Bian Zaide’s eyes glimmered slightly.

Someone like him, who occasionally spent time in Haojiang for leisure, naturally owned black cards of a similar kind. Many casinos issued them, but those cards were exclusive, restricted to use only within the issuing group’s properties. This card, however, was different; it broke through the barriers of individual casinos, usable throughout Haojiang.

Without a doubt.

This was the highest-level black card.

Of course.

For someone of Bian Zaide’s standing, receiving such a Black Sand Card was well-deserved. However, considering this card was only recently issued after the establishment of the Gambling Association, obtaining one so quickly was an achievement in itself.

Even billionaires have their moments of vanity.

"Thanks."

Bian Zaide didn’t refuse and reached out to accept the Black Sand Card.

However, he wasn’t alone. Giving out just one Black Sand Card seemed a little inappropriate.

Miss Fujiwara, not one to stand on ceremony, abruptly asked, "So only Mr. Bian gets one?"

Bian Zaide turned his head, his gaze peculiar. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to ask such a sudden question.

"Apologies, the Black Sand Card must be reported to the association for approval. If you’d like, we can first record your information..."

Bai Haoran, unshaken by the question, upheld the rules with integrity and principle.

"That sounds troublesome. If I happen to know your boss, could there be a way to bypass the formalities?"

Miss Fujiwara’s eyes sparkled, and the curve of her lips grew even more enchanting.

Bai Haoran furrowed his brow slightly.

"Haha, just kidding. Your boss is a stickler for rules too."

As she said this, her tone seemed to carry a hint of grievance.

Bian Zaide remained silent.

Bai Haoran also stayed wordless.

"Let’s head out."

Not wanting to trouble Bai Haoran further, the enigmatic Miss Fujiwara, who seemed to have some connection to someone, was about to leave with Bian Zaide when she suddenly halted.

Then she extended her hand, as white and smooth as jade.

In her palm was a single cherry blossom.

"Please pass this along to Mr. Jiang."

Bai Haoran’s expression changed little as he slowly raised his hand to accept it.

His slender fingers closed around it, drawing it back as the incomparably charming woman and the seemingly composed Bian Zaide turned and left.

Staring at the cherry blossom specimen in his hand, Bai Haoran turned his head, watching the two as they departed. This time, however, his eyes lingered on the graceful, mesmerizing figure.