I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 836 - 617 Roll (1/2)

Chapter 836: 617 Roll (1/2)

"Madam He, the governor’s office has been quite bustling today, Mr. Song and Miss Lan both went there."

Yu Guangrong, who had climbed his way up from being a low-level stacking code, was accompanying Madam He on her inspection.

Unlike the Xinghao, which was entirely controlled by the He Family, he also held a significant share in this Palace of Beauty hotel, and not a small percentage at that.

"They came to Haojiang as guests, and it’s normal for them to visit and pay respects to He Shou."

Madam He was indifferent, showing no sign of emotion, as if she had anticipated this.

Yu Guangrong of course knew that the other party must have already been aware of the news, but even if it was redundant, he needed to report.

It was a matter of principle.

"How has business been recently?"

Madam He asked.

"Compared to the same period last year, there are fewer people coming to the casino, probably due to the impact of the global environment."

Madam He nodded, "Indeed, the economic situation around the world has been tough recently. Everyone is tightening their belts; it’s remarkable that you could still provide three billion to support our He Family. It must have been tough for you."

Yu Guangrong quickly responded, "Madam He, please don’t say that. Whatever I have achieved today is entirely thanks to Mr. He’s support. In our line of work, the most important thing is to remember kindness and reciprocate."

Madam He tilted her head, showing relief, "Mr. He certainly wasn’t wrong about you."

Yu Guangrong said with shame, "It’s just unfortunate that I’m currently strapped for cash. I’ve thrown all my money out there and haven’t gotten it back yet, otherwise..." He paused, "I hope Madam He can understand."

Madam He smiled faintly, "The way you speak, what do you take me for, or the He Family for? In times like these, true feelings are revealed. Would I blame you just because you brought only three billion?"

Madam He sighed enigmatically, "Three billion is not a small amount."

Yu Guangrong changed the subject, "Madam He, let’s go to the office."

Madam He nodded.

On the way, Yu Guangrong’s phone rang.

The others continued to follow Madam He while he paused to answer the call.

"Boss, a few people from Yanbian have arrived."

Yu Guangrong immediately furrowed his brows, "Yanbian?"

"Yes. They just got off the plane."

Yanbian.

Located in the middle of the Goryeo peninsula.

It borders Goryeo on one side and North Chao on the other, extremely awkward geographically because it is squeezed between two countries, neglected by both, extremely poor and backward, hardly a fertile spot.

Yanbian people, who even struggle to secure meals, would hardly have spare funds to splurge in Haojiang.

As the saying goes, harsh environments breed crafty people.

Precisely because of poverty, the local character is quite fierce, generally lawless, thus it breeds desperadoes who would stop at nothing for money.

Of course.

There’s another term to describe them.

Professional hitmen.

Many cautious leaders of organizations in Goryeo prefer to spend money to hire Yanbian killers for dirty work that cannot be exposed, and this is almost an open secret.

However, Yu Guangrong fundamentally couldn’t see through the people of Yanbian.

Because Yanbian killers were completely different from the cool characters portrayed in movies, they were scruffy and unkempt, even beggars might be cleaner than them.

What were those rats doing in Haojiang?

Yu Guangrong’s mind raced, and soon, he had an epiphany.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Boss, do we need to have someone keep an eye on them?"

The appearance of people from Yanbian indicated trouble, and it seemed someone had already become impatient.

Yu Guangrong was silent for a moment, then replied, "No need."

"But boss, the Yanbian people being here, definitely isn’t for anything good..."

"They haven’t done anything yet, and we aren’t the police."

"Boss, understood."

Yu Guang Rong put down his phone.

"Since Haojiang is destined to experience a major reshuffle, why not let the storm be more intense?"

No matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him.

Yu Guang Rong walked towards his office with an impassive face.

Haojiang Governor’s Office.

After having lunch, everyone bid farewell to He Shou.

"Miss Lan, Mr. Song, I’ll take my leave first."

Ji Zhaohua politely greeted them, even nodding and smiling at Jiang Chen before getting into the car.

"Brother Jiang, you weren’t honest with me. You said you weren’t interested in gambling when we met in Capital City, yet now you’re here in Haojiang competing for gambling licenses."

At the governor’s mansion entrance, after Ji Family’s people left, Song Chao Ge looked at Jiang Chen with a smile, still graceful as ever.

"How could I deceive Mr. Song? I indeed have little interest in gambling because I’m not fond of high-risk games. But competing for gambling licenses is different."

Jiang Chen replied unhurriedly, "Gambling has wins and losses, but if one runs the house, they should never lose money."

Song Chao Ge, hearing this, was unable to resist a laugh, seemingly very amused.

"That makes sense."

He nodded, unable to hide his smile, then said to Jiang Chen, "In that case, Brother Jiang, it seems we are destined to meet at another gambling table."

"I actually really don’t want to be opposite Mr. Song again."

Jiang Chen spoke earnestly, "But in business, sometimes it seems there are no choices."

"Yes, in life, there are very few things one can control."

Song Chao Ge sighed, then gradually become serious, "Since it’s business, it should be discussed in business terms. There are only three gambling licenses, and since everyone wants them, Brother Jiang, we’ll have to rely on our abilities."

"Of course."

Jiang Chen immediately nodded, then suddenly showed a hint of shyness, "Mr. Song, if I accidentally win again, I hope you won’t take it to heart."

Song Chao Ge’s pupils slightly narrowed, and then he smiled brilliantly, not responding, and turned to Lan Pei Zhi, "Aunt Lan, I’ll leave first."

Lan Pei Zhi nodded.

Song Chao Ge got into his car.

Geng Long glanced at Jiang Chen and followed right after.

Several cars drove away one after the other.

"So confident?"

Watching the black cars leave the governor’s mansion, Lan Pei Zhi said indifferently, "Such talk is cheap early on, but if you end up losing, it would be embarrassing."

Jiang Chen appeared nonchalant, "For others, I might not be confident, but for him, I am very sure."

Lan Pei Zhi furrowed her brow, unable to help but tilt her head, "Why?"

Jiang Chen gently exhaled.

"Because so far, my track record against him is undefeated."

Lan Pei Zhi was taken aback.

On reflection, that seemed true.

Although it was just one game in Las Vegas, that game ended with Song Chao Ge losing everything.

Saying undefeated seemed apt.

Looking at that confident young face, Lan Pei Zhi hesitated to speak.

Jiang Chen turned his head and suddenly asked out of nowhere, "Where do you live?"

Lan Pei Zhi frowned, silent.

"Do you have any spare rooms? If there’s really no space, I can sleep on the floor," Jiang Chen explained.

"..."

Lan Pei Zhi was silent for a long moment, then her lips parted lightly.

"Get lost."