After Wenren Ming left, Zhuang Li poured himself a glass of red wine and said slowly, "Ming can hear the voices communicating between Fang Yu and the Golden Finger system in his mind. Fang Yu saw me having fun and must have wanted to use his old trick to record it. Ming heard him while he was discussing it with his system. That's how the body search in the hall came about."
7480 also remembered the scene that happened in the entertainment city before, and asked nervously, "Master, do you think he can hear the voices of us talking?"
"Let's find a chance to try it next time." Zhuang Li shook the red wine glass casually.
"What if the gods could hear?"
"Then I'll kiss him," Zhuang Li said, taking a sip of red wine, his voice filled with a mellow smile, "Kiss him until he's dizzy and forgets everything."
7480 slowly extended a thumb.
Zhuang Li drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, then stretched lazily and walked towards the soft big bed, murmuring, "I'm tired, go to sleep, good night."
7480 put a mask on his face and reminded him, "It's morning now. But forget it, go to sleep."
That night, at the same place and seat, Wen Renming and a few friends sat around a round table, drinking and chatting.
The completely unconcealed red marks and scratches on his neck caused serious concern among these people.
"Wenren, you were so lucky last night!" one of them sighed.
Wen Renming didn't say anything, but just smoked silently, holding a 20-yuan chip between his fingertips, playing with it over and over again, unable to let go.
"Why are you playing with this? I'll give you two walnuts to play with someday. I just polished two of them recently, and the patina is very beautiful." The oldest elder said enthusiastically.
Wen Renming glanced up at him, waving the chip in front of everyone, his deep voice carrying a rare warmth, "This is the night allowance the little devil gave me last night."
It took them a while to realize who the little devil was talking about and what Ye Duzi meant.
"Your kung fu is so bad?" someone asked in disbelief.
Wenren Ming: "..."
His eyes, which originally had a hint of brightness, suddenly dimmed.
His friends clapped and laughed.
"Interesting! Hahaha, this little guy is so funny! Why don't you bargain with him? At least give you another 20 yuan chip!"
"You canceled all your plans tonight, aren't you just here to wait for him?"
"Addicted?"
"Look at him, he must be addicted. I've never seen such a hot beauty in my life."
"Andre, your old house is on fire. Once it starts burning, it can't be put out!"
Everyone was joking with each other.
Wen Renming dusted off his cigarette ash and said bluntly, "He said he wants to order me tonight. I want to see if he has the courage to come."
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, revealing a gentle expression that was both helpless and faintly revealed a hint of joy.
He only tolerated Sun Xiaojia, never doting on her. The so-called secrets between godfather and goddaughter were nothing but malicious speculation from the outside world.
Several of his friends were silent at first, and then they broke into more playful laughter.
The gamblers and beauties around them all looked at them, with fear and desire on their faces, but no one dared to approach without permission.
At this time, a bodyguard came over with a tablet computer and whispered, "Boss, Mr. Zhuang is playing blackjack again. Do you want to see it?"
"Look! Of course we want to see it! Give us the computer!" An elder immediately reached out and asked for the tablet.
Wen Renming took it first and looked down at the surveillance footage on the screen.
The little devil wore a burgundy silk shirt tonight, with most of the buttons undone, revealing his beautiful collarbone and smooth chest. Mottled red marks dotted his snow-white skin, creating a strong color impact.
The tight black pants made his waist look very thin and his legs look very long. He looked like a vampire who had satisfied both oral and physical desires, and he looked so unrestrained.
His sexiness is something that no one can imitate. It is a kind of innate charm that flows from his bones and is integrated into his blood.
Wherever he went, people's eyes were focused on him, like stars chasing the moon.
Looking at the little devil who was the focus of everyone's attention in the surveillance video, Wen Renming clenched the chips between his fingertips tightly.
An elder sitting next to him couldn't help but whistle and exclaimed sincerely, "How beautiful! Andrew, if you hadn't acted so quickly, I might have been fascinated by him too!"
Wenren Ming gave him a cold look.
He quickly raised his hands and said soothingly, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously. No one will snatch it from you, don't worry."
Wen Renming then continued to look at the surveillance camera.
Zhuang Li walked to a blackjack table.
Seeing him about to take his seat, the gamblers who were enjoying themselves suddenly dropped their cards and ran away. No one dared to play against this new gambling god unless they wanted to lose everything.
"Come and play with me." Zhuang Li raised his chin towards the dealer.
"Okay," the dealer nodded politely, "but we've changed the rules. Would you like to hear them first?"
The gamblers who had run away before now gathered around one after another, their faces full of excitement as if they were going to enjoy a good show.
"You say." Zhuang Li bent his knuckles and tapped the table lightly.
He wore a flamboyant ring on his ring finger. The large ruby on the ring surface shone with a thick, pigeon-blood-like luster under the illumination of the crystal chandelier, making his already beautiful hand even more stunningly beautiful.
Wen Renming stared at the hand through the screen without blinking.
He suddenly realized that men could also wear jewelry so beautifully. It seemed that he could appropriately increase his collection of jewelry in the future.
In a daze, the dealer finished explaining the newly established rules.
The gamblers around couldn't help but let out an uproar. Adding two more decks of cards, frequent shuffling, and limited splitting completely suppressed the gamblers' chances of winning and greatly interfered with their ability to remember and count cards.
How do you win? By luck?
These newly added rules were exactly what Zhuang Li told Wen Renming himself after the fun ended last night.
So Wen Renming was selling his body for the casino's business? Did he also steal information while providing services?
Zhuang Liqi was amused. He leaned back in his chair and asked, "Are these new rules only for me or for all gamblers?"
The dealer admitted, "It's only targeting you right now."
Of course, the casino will gradually promote the new rules to all gamblers in the future, but there is no need to say such spoiling words to avoid offending everyone present.
This sentence immediately made the gamblers around laugh.
Someone shouted, "Mr. Zhuang, what are you going to do now? Are you still gambling?"
"Bet, why not?" Zhuang Li raised the corners of his lips and smiled lewdly. "There's a beautiful woman upstairs waiting to spend the night with me. If I don't win, how can I please her?"
The people who come here to play are either greedy, lustful, or those who are obsessed with wine, sex, money, and power. Hearing Zhuang Li say this, most people would be very disgusted, but the people in the casino all felt very happy, took it for granted, and even liked it.
For them, life is all about having fun. If you don't have fun while making money, why bother coming to a brothel?
"Mr. Zhuang, what if you lose? Will your beauty abandon you?" someone teased loudly.
"I don't know what to do either." Zhuang Li rubbed his brow with his index finger, putting on a distressed expression. Then he smiled ostentatiously, "Because I've never lost before. So don't worry, the money is mine, and the beauty will be mine too."
Just at this moment, the dealer dealt a card.
So he picked up the card, put it to his lips and kissed it. This impulsive action made him look even more romantic.
The gamblers surrounding him were whistling, clapping, and laughing, as if they were treating this card table as Zhuang Li's own stage.
More and more people were attracted by the cheers here.
It seems that wherever Zhuang Li appears, he will naturally become the focus of the audience.
He is a natural luminary.
Watching this scene on his tablet, Wen Renming narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly unable to tolerate the ever-present glow of the little devil. He pulled the 20-yuan chip between his fingers tightly into his palm.
His friends laughed and teased, "Andre! The beautiful woman he was talking about is you, right?"
"Andre is still the most charming! Such a hot, wild, and beautiful lover, I want one too."
"Stop talking, Anedre is glaring at you!"
Hearing these words, Wen Renming immediately retracted his overly sharp gaze.
But it was too late, his friends laughed even louder.
"Wenren, you didn't take it seriously, did you? Now that I think about it, you were indeed a little out of character today. For no apparent reason, you pulled out this chip and told us it was a gift from your lover. You never talk about your personal affairs before."
"Can't you hear it? He's showing off!"
"Oh! I see, we're the ones who are slow to react! Hahaha..."
As the group of people talked, they started to laugh again, which made everyone look curious and glance at them.
Wenren Ming: "..."
He held the chip tightly, looking at the surveillance camera calmly, but waves of emotion were stirring in his dark green eyes.
Are you serious?
Who would take seriously those who come to a den of brothel for pleasure?
He wouldn't, and neither would the little devil. That person would only treat other people's sincerity as a toy, unscrupulously fiddling with and teasing them, and then ruthlessly throwing it away when he got tired of it.
Thinking of this, Wen Renming hid the chip in the inner pocket of his suit, took out a cigar, frowned and slowly lit it.
At the same time, Zhuang Li pointed to all the empty seats at the table and announced, "I'll play seven hands by myself."
A card table can seat seven people. If there are enough chips, one person can occupy all these seats and play seven hands at the same time, so that he can bet more and win faster.
Of course, if you are unlucky, you will lose faster.
The dealer nodded politely, "Okay, I'll deal the cards for you."
Zhuang Li hooked his finger behind him.
The black-clad bodyguard who followed him all the time immediately opened a briefcase he was carrying, took out a large number of chips, and bet on the seven empty seats.
All the gamblers around were stunned by Zhuang Li's generosity.
After the rule change, even the most experienced and resourceful players wouldn't dare guarantee victory. In fact, any expert in gambling would know with a little calculation that the odds of winning had plummeted to negative.
This also means that Zhuang Li has no chance of winning at all.
Yet he actually decided to play seven games at once. He was truly bold and arrogant. It seemed that the word "mediocrity" did not even exist in his vocabulary.
Before he even started playing, the people around him burst into enthusiastic screams for him.
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