Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes widened. "Several hundred yuan! You're just going to give it up like that? What's going on?"
Zhao Xiaoyue was speechless. "The driver was obviously scared by you. Your skill of sleeping with your eyes open is quite unique!"
Zhang Xiaomeng scratched his head. "It's all because of a senior classmate who used to play pranks on me while I was sleeping. That's how I developed this habit. My eyes automatically open in unfamiliar environments, but they stay closed when it's safe."
"That's fine then."
"Hehehe, but flying a private jet or something is no problem at all!"
Zhao Xiaoyue had already moved on. She wasn't going to let this go; she'd deal with it when the girl was older.
Manchester, a place full of romance, is like a fairy tale world. A narrow river runs through Manchester, and every now and then, there is a quaint bridge connecting the two sides of the town.
The entire town, when viewed from above, resembles a small violet, but its beauty is marred by the river that runs through it.
The two walked on the cobblestone path, surrounded by the shadows of trees. "Wow, this place is so beautiful!"
Even someone who doesn't usually appreciate beauty would find this place stunning; you can imagine how beautiful it is.
But Zhao Xiaoyue poured cold water on her, saying, "That's why people tend to overlook what's hidden underneath."
Zhao Xiaoyue said earnestly, "Big brother, remember this: the prettier something is, the more dangerous it is. That's what Zhang Wuji's mother said."
Zhao Xiaoyue walked confidently to a gate and knocked on it using a very special technique.
A moment later, an elderly man with white hair and a cane emerged from inside, walking with a faltering gait. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Zhao Xiaoyue smiled, took out a wad of cash she had prepared beforehand, and threw it into the yard.
His wife immediately beamed and gave Zhao Xiaoyue a nameplate.
Zhao Xiaoyue stepped aside and walked across the courtyard. The old woman's face was all scrunched up. "Come in, do you want me to lead the way?"
Zhao Xiaoyue ignored her. This was the first barrier to entry in the casino; money was all it took!
Zhang Xiaomeng followed behind Zhao Xiaoyue, watching the helmsman's series of operations with the familiarity of someone who frequented this place.
The road was lined with mountains and trees, or a cobblestone path. After about ten minutes, the light dimmed, and Zhang Xiaomeng felt like he was going downhill.
"Head helmsman, is this casino really underground? I thought..."
Zhao Xiaoyue said slowly, "Yeah, it's an illegal casino."
The further they walked, the brighter the light became, and a magnificent European-style gate appeared before them. A person walked over, and Zhang Xiaomeng flashed the sign.
The dusty wooden sign swayed, and the man, like the old woman, smiled. He opened the door and let them in.
Zhang Xiaomeng was puzzled, "Is there anything special about this brand?"
Zhao Xiaoyue glanced at it and said, "The worse it is, the richer you are; the more exquisite it is, the poorer you are."
"Why?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked, looking at the cards with a puzzled expression.
"What else could it be? Of course, it's because truly wealthy people are low-key, while those who aren't rich love to show off!"
These are things only insiders know.
Not far away, a bustling crowd was making Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes almost pop out of their sockets; it was just too big!
It's several thousand square meters, with all sorts of games. The dealers, dressed provocatively, deal the cards, and everyone has stacks of chips in front of them. Bunny girls carry champagne and expensive red wine as they move around. People of all skin colors are there.
Avoiding physical contact, Zhao Xiaoyue walked to a Texas Hold'em table and asked the people behind her, "What games do you play?"
Zhang Xiaomeng said confidently, "Tractor, Texas Hold'em, and Werewolf..."
"Okay, I know you don't know how to play." This silly guy, who would know how to play tractor in a place like this?
Zhang Xiaomeng saw the helmsman move to the dice table, where people were still betting. Zhao Xiaoyue threw in several fifty-pound notes, which more than doubled in a few seconds.
Zhao Xiaoyue took it and left, then went to the bar where she made cocktails and ordered a mild drink.
Zhang Xiaomeng stood behind him like a bodyguard, inwardly marveling at how skillful the captain was, winning so much money in one fell swoop.
There was no success on the first day, and we didn't see anyone for several days in a row.
Two weeks later
Zhang Xiaomeng asked in confusion, "Doesn't the board know that you've misremembered?"
"Won't."
Why is the captain so certain? Has she been here before?
Bored, Zhang Xiaomeng wandered around the streets for a while before returning to the hotel with breakfast in his hand.
It's been a month, and the person they're looking for still hasn't been found. If they can't find him soon, they'll have to go back.
Because school is starting soon!
Today is the last time, and Zhao Xiaoyue is going to try her luck again.
Zhang Xiaomeng felt a pang of heartache as he looked at the money he had spent in the past few days. "Helmsman, let's go back and buy a private jet."
"I'll definitely buy it for you when you make money."
Still no luck!
This time they changed locations and went to the fourth floor.
As Zhang Xiaomeng watched the money being thrown out, he simply closed his eyes when he was about to swivel the money at the helm.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Sitting in the most luxurious room, with only a few tables occupied, Zhao Xiaoyue completely ignored their stares.
She's searched almost every possible place she could have gone. Could she not be here at all?
She quickly dismissed her own theory; the person must be here!
"Hello, room service!"
The bodyguard opened the door, and a waiter walked in, followed by a guy with a bruised and swollen face.
One person was holding a bottle of red wine, while the other, with a bruised and swollen face, was holding a tray with cigars in a box on it.
This is clearly something that's in high demand but not readily available!
The two walked up to the largest table. "Master Mang, Xiaoman knows she was wrong. Please forgive her, she's a magnanimous person. This is a gift from our boss, just a small token of our appreciation."
The soft, delicate voice sounded like it was drowning someone. The burly man called "Python Master" pushed the cards in his hand away without answering.
The waiter winked at the man with a bruised and swollen face, and the girl named Xiaoman slowly walked up to Master Mang. "Master Mang, I'll order for you."
An expensive, custom-made Beike was taken out of a special box, and a waitress named Xiaoman skillfully lit it and presented it to Python Master, holding it up like that.
The poker table has been changed several times, and that Beike, worth hundreds of thousands of US dollars, has been played repeatedly, sometimes out, sometimes out.
Xiaoman finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to her knees with a thud. Zhao Xiaoyue stood up, still holding the cup.
“Xiaoman, you need to know that this world is unfair,” Python Master turned around and pinched Xiaoman’s chin with two fingers. “When I’m giving you face, you should know when to yield.”
Then he tilted his chin away, rubbed his fingers together, took a sniff, and smiled with satisfaction.
Hahahaha!
Everyone at the table burst into laughter.
Xiaoman gave a soft "hmm".
Another waiter smiled obsequiously and said, "It's Xiaoman's good fortune to be with you, Master Mang. Our boss said that as long as you're happy, he's yours. Come and play often in the future."
"Hahahaha, your boss is so generous. Alright, let him wait outside. I hate losing money in this game!" Python continued playing his cards, and Xiaoman was led outside.
Zhao Xiaoyue finished her drink in one gulp and followed him out.
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