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Chapter 843 - 621 2306 (Thanks for the tip!) _2

Chapter 843: 621 2306 (Thanks for the tip!) _2

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"Are you even of legal age yet?"

After finishing the meal and getting into the car, Jiang Chen finally spoke up.

Vera turned around, her small face flushed red, clearly from drinking. "Why are you so concerned about my age?"

She had the look of someone eyeing a suspicious stranger.

Jiang Chen, lost for words, quickly clarified, "You’re underage—can you even drink?"

He hadn’t brought it up earlier in front of He Junru to avoid causing embarrassment.

Perhaps He Junru herself wasn’t fully aware that the woman she wanted to introduce as a marriage prospect was still possibly a child who hadn’t crossed the eighteen-year-old threshold.

"Does your law also stipulate that minors cannot drink?"

Vera was puzzled, her flushed skin coupled with her delicately beautiful countenance made her seem temptingly illicit, and it was indeed difficult for anyone to guess her actual age based solely on her appearance.

Jiang Cheng was rendered speechless again.

The laws in Meilijian did indeed prohibit underage drinking, but it seemed this place was not Meilijian.

"...Are the casinos in Las Vegas really owned by your family?"

He could only change the subject.

Vera immediately shut her mouth.

No matter how tight-lipped this girl was, Jiang Chen had gleaned some information through He Junru’s chatter.

Of course, he wasn’t reckless enough to dig too deep.

"I think the conditions she proposed are not unacceptable; 20% of the shares isn’t a high price. It’s quite sincere,"

Jiang Chen mused as if talking to himself.

During the meal, although He Junru didn’t explicitly say so, her intention was quite clear.

She wanted to exchange her resources in Haojiang with those of Vera.

Yes.

Exchange.

He Junru, who had always been striving in the outside world, seemed to have shifted her business focus and appeared to value her foundations in Haojiang less than before.

Of course.

There might also be a part that was due to the inevitable trend of the times.

If the He Family failed to retain their three gaming licenses, even losing just one, their strength would be greatly compromised. When disaster strikes the city gates, the whole pool of fish suffers; all members of the He Family would be affected and implicated.

Selling off now would undoubtedly be a timely stop loss.

"Now it’s 20%, but after some time, it might not even require 10%."

Vera said nonchalantly, while belching from the alcohol. "I’ve never had this kind of alcohol before."

Of course, she hadn’t.

Perhaps in an attempt to conform to local customs, He Junru had offered a Shenzhou specialty—baijiu—uncommon for foreigners.

But this girl’s alcohol tolerance was not bad; it’s possible she often drank in secret.

Most girls would pass out after their first sip of baijiu, but she had a glass and, although her face was red, she was still coherent. She didn’t continue drinking, likely because she was unaccustomed to the taste of baijiu.

"Acquiring the resources from He Junru now, and acquiring them after some time, has different implications," responded Jiang Chen, picking up the conversation.

"That’s under the assumption we can get the gaming license, what if we don’t?"

The girl was indeed business-savvy, with very clear calculations.

"Can’t you have a little confidence?"

"In business, you have to prepare for the worst."

Vera remarked lightly, "But right now, every member of the He Family is just calculating for themselves; they’re not much of a threat to us. Our main opponents should be those fools."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s lips curled slightly, reminding her, "The gentleman’s name is Song Chaoge."

Vera didn’t care, turning her dazzling little face away, "You Shenzhou people believe in reciprocating with equal generosity. Last time I helped you, don’t you think you should show some gratitude now? No matter the outcome, who gets the gaming license..."

She was interrupted by Jiang Chen before she could finish, "That’s not how we can calculate this. I said before, I lost all the money the next day."

Vera closed her little mouth, her amber eyes staring straight at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I thought, given our relationship, we could talk about feelings. I didn’t expect it would still come down to business."

"..."

Jiang Chen was caught off guard, both amused and frustrated.

"In Shenzhou, there is a saying: ’Even brothers settle accounts clearly.’ Even the He Family members, who are family, are each acting on their own. However, I can promise you that I will not engage in malicious competition with you."

Even if all the casinos in Las Vegas belonged to this girl’s family, Jiang Chen was fearless.

If he were to "go all out," nobody would stand as his opponent.

However, Vera was probably unable to appreciate the sincerity of his promise, and he didn’t insist.

In terms of doing business, this girl was still quite reasonable.

"Let’s first kick the others out of the game."

She turned her head away, resting her chin on her hand, gazing out the window.

Mandarin Oriental.

A gaunt guy had already been sitting at the tea bar for several hours, constantly peering towards the door, while his few companions had vanished without a trace.

Finally.

Jiang Chen and Vera reappeared.

His eyes lit up as he hurriedly pulled out his phone to make a call.

Inside a certain room.

Three men were hiding when a sudden ringing of the phone startled them.

Scrambling, the man hiding behind the door fumbled for his phone, pressing the answer button—before he could start cursing, a sneaky voice came through, "Boss, he’s back."

The man called Three Eyes paused, then said irritably, "Next time, send a text!"

"Didn’t you mute your phone, boss?"

"..."

Three Eyes felt a heavy weight in his chest but didn’t reply. Instead, he asked, "Has he gone upstairs?"

"He’s waiting for the elevator."

Three Eyes wasted no more words, promptly hanging up and turning off his phone, slipping it into his pocket, unable to resist shrugging his shoulders.

This outfit was really uncomfortable to wear.

The dagger in his hand shone with a cold, bright light as he turned his head and gestured towards the dim room.

The two guys crouching by the couch nodded immediately.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Footsteps were occasionally heard in the hallways, but they all just passed by the door.

Three Eyes, leaning against the wall with a sore neck, waited and waited, but no one came to open the door.

He calculated the time.

Over ten minutes had passed.

It definitely shouldn’t take this long to ascend in an elevator.

"Boss, why haven’t they arrived?"

The quiet atmosphere was broken.

Someone who couldn’t control his impatience whined, "I haven’t had dinner yet."

"Have I?!"

Three Eyes cursed and then, suddenly, heard another set of footsteps.

"Quiet!"

The room fell silent once again, as if it were empty.

Three Eyes stiffened his back against the wall, holding his breath, gripping the sharp dagger, his ear tuned closely to the sounds outside.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The soft sound of footsteps on the carpet drew closer.

Three Eyes’ eyes gleamed with excitement, the corners of his mouth lifted, his gaze fixed on the doorknob like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, ready to strike.

But to his dismay, there was no movement from the doorknob.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The footsteps moved past the door and then receded.

Three Eyes’s smile slowly froze.

The two men crouched beside the couch looked at each other in confusion.

After a few more minutes passed.

They couldn’t take it any longer.

"Boss, where are they?"

Three Eyes kept a dark expression, withdrew his phone, and realized it was turned off; his frustration intensified. After powering it back on, he roared, "Didn’t you say they were coming up?! Where are they?!"

The two by the couch shrank their necks.

The lookout in the lobby, thinking the job was done, was briefly dumbfounded before replying, confused, "They did come up, boss, didn’t you see them?"

"I didn’t see a single hair!"

"But I really saw him come up."

Three Eyes struggled to suppress a murderous urge, "Could you have mistaken someone else for him?"

That guy, one hand holding the phone, hastily pulled out a photo with the other, "No mistake, it’s the person in the picture. Boss, could you have the wrong photo?"

Three Eyes hung up directly.

"Boss, could we have been discovered?"

No longer squatting, the two from the couch stood up.

"Could we have the wrong room?" Three Eyes countered.

"No way, the hotel registration listed room 2306."

Three Eyes tucked away his weapon, rolled up his jacket, and clipped the dagger to his waistband before opening the door and looking at the room number.

2306.

The Arabic numerals were very clear.

Staring at the room number, Three Eyes fell into deep thought.