Shen Fang was dumbfounded. Was Shen Kun possessed by the God of Gamblers? Shen Family Village truly is a place where talented people abound.

Chen Fangle is so happy, he can't stop.

"Xiao Kun, you're awesome! You can do all of that."

At this moment, Shen Kun was chewing on chocolate and said smugly, "Please call me God of Gamblers Kun."

Lu Zhonglou was furious, and Jin Fusheng was dumbfounded. This was ridiculous...

But it's no big deal for the coal mine owners. They've just lost a little money; they can make it back in a few trainloads.

Lu Zhongshu cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Let's play again next time."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Jin Fusheng was overjoyed: "This Boss Lü has been losing for over a week, coming every day and losing every day. Today he even lost big. What a funny guy."

Shen Fang smiled and said, "A coal mine owner, he's not short of money. Mr. Jin, would you like to play a couple more rounds?"

Jin Fusheng shook his head: "No, it's quite late. Shen Sheng, would you like to have some late-night snacks together?"

Shen Fang looked at Shen Kun, who was still smug, and asked, "Xiao Kun, wanna go for a late-night snack?"

Upon hearing about late-night snacks, Shen Kun immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, I've heard the late-night snacks at the Lisboa Casino are especially delicious. But what about all these chips?"

The dealer smiled and said, "Sir, please rest assured, we will return these chips to you intact after we have sorted them out. Do you wish to take them with you or keep them to play?"

"Take it away, take it away. Just play around with it, and you can keep it if you win."

"Yes, sir."

The three of them got up and left the private room.

Shen Fang patted Shen Kun on the shoulder: "Not bad, Xiao Kun. You've got some skills. But it's good that you stopped after winning."

"Luck, luck, I never expected things to go so smoothly."

The group arrived at a late-night snack spot, which had everything imaginable: fresh seafood, steaks, salads, fruits, cakes, and hot pot—the kind where you simmer a pot.

The three of them sat down and set up a self-service hot pot, eating and chatting.

After a few beers, the group became friends. Jin Fusheng was the owner of a used car dealership in Fujian, though it was actually a smuggled car business. He also ran a tea shop, a hotel, and other businesses on the side, making him quite successful. What was most unusual was that he was from Putian.

Many wealthy people made their fortunes through this in the early days of China's reform and opening up. As the saying goes, "Those who live near the mountains eat from the mountains, those who live near the sea eat from the sea." While it was illegal and not allowed, people in that era shouldn't have gone too far in this way. In fact, the first wave of people to get rich in China weren't from Shenzhen, but from the coastal city of Fujian.

After a few drinks, Jin Fusheng left his business card.

"Mr. Shen, if you ever come to Fujian, be sure to call me. I'll take you to try some authentic local Fujian cuisine. I'll head back to the hotel now."

Shen Fang and Shen Kun waved to Jin Fusheng.

"Uncle, this guy's got something. Look at the header of his business card, chairman of five companies, wow."

"This is nothing, and this old guy wasn't telling the truth. He's definitely not a simple person. People who do smuggled cars must be involved in all sorts of gray areas in private."

"Putian is a place with many intricacies."

"I know Putian. The current pirate world there is comparable to the Thirteen Factories in Guangzhou and the Yiwu Small Commodities Center. I heard it's quite profitable."

Shen Fang nodded: "Counterfeit shoes and OEM clothing have indeed made a lot of money for the people of Putian, but the most profitable industry in Putian is not piracy. You see, behind the business card, he is the director of a hospital."

Shen Kun glanced at the back of the business card: Huadong Guangming Hospital, President Huang Fusheng.

"Damn, he really is a dean? He doesn't look like it."

Shen Fang smiled and said, "Private institutions, not public hospitals, are those that specialize in treating male infertility, female gynecological diseases, as well as plastic surgery, circumcision, body odor, and so on. They cater to high-risk groups. It's not that everyone has these problems, but there are many people with these issues. They specifically rip them off."

"Private organization?"

"Yes, they're basically just a bunch of quack doctors who saved up some money and then turned into hospitals to make big money. The small ads on the roadside, buses, and taxis are all business ideas invented by these hospitals to attract customers."

"Damn, they invented those flyers? What the hell!!!"

When talking about Putian, Fujian, one cannot ignore the Putian-affiliated hospitals, and of course, Putian shoes. Almost everyone on Earth knows about these two things.

The leader of the Putian medical network was Chen Youde, who started building the Putian medical network in China. They have ruined many Chinese people.

At its peak, the Putian medical network generated 300 billion yuan in profits annually. To put that into perspective, Putian shoes only generate 6 billion yuan in profit per year. Therefore, the real money the Putian network made came from the hospitals they operated through fraud and deception.

The people who run hospitals in Putian are building those private villas that are more than 10 stories high in the villages, one after another, hundreds of them. All this money is swindled from the people.