When Leslie Cheung saw Liu Feng come out, he quickly stepped forward and asked curiously, "Feng, what did you say to the gambling king?"
"I left the 72 million to Mr. He. The bet with the little princess was just a joke." Liu Feng smiled lightly, his tone casual and carefree.
"Well done, Feng!" Leslie Cheung exclaimed sincerely, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
In this money-obsessed society, it is truly rare to be able to face enormous wealth with such composure.
"So, where do we go next, brother?" Liu Feng turned to Leslie Cheung and asked.
“You’re the biggest winner today, so naturally you get to decide the itinerary,” Leslie Cheung said with a smile.
He then changed the subject, "However, I do have a small suggestion." He smiled mysteriously, which piqued Liu Feng's curiosity.
Leslie Cheung led him away from the racecourse, and the two got into a luxury car and drove towards Central, the most bustling area in Hong Kong.
Ma Wen and Cui Dazhuang followed behind in their Mercedes-Benz G-Class.
They were thrilled to see their beloved brother so closely and to be able to drive behind his luxury car.
Soon, the car stopped in front of a high-end restaurant, a favorite gathering place for Hong Kong's high society.
"Brother, you brought me here to eat? Seeing your mysterious smile just now, I thought..." Liu Feng said.
"What did you think? What else would I do if I didn't bring you here to eat? The food here isn't cheap, I'm going to rip you off!" Leslie Cheung laughed.
So, they led Liu Feng into the restaurant, with Ma Wen and Cui Dazhuang following behind. The waiter respectfully guided them to a private room.
The private room was lavishly decorated, with the table laden with exquisite dishes and a bottle of fine vintage champagne.
"Brother, this place is amazing!" Liu Feng looked around and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Although he was no longer the poor boy he was in his previous life, the luxury before him still surprised him.
“You’ve won so much today, that’s 120 million! Of course we should treat you well,” Leslie Cheung said with a smile, personally pouring Liu Feng a glass of champagne.
"Of course, if my brother hadn't taken me to the horse racing event, I wouldn't have won the prize. Brother, order whatever you want to eat," Liu Feng said with great enthusiasm.
"Hahaha…"
The two men drank and laughed together, celebrating their victory and joyous reunion.
As night deepened, everyone left the restaurant, having enjoyed their meal, and stood on the streets of Central, gazing at the bustling night view.
Leslie Cheung suggested, "Fung, would you like to see the night view of Victoria Harbour? I'm usually so busy, but I have some time tonight."
So the two drove there, and the sea breeze brought a touch of coolness and comfort.
On the shore of Victoria Harbour, they boarded a luxury yacht. As the yacht slowly sailed away from the shore, the city lights and their reflections on the water intertwined to create a breathtakingly beautiful, flowing picture.
"The night view of Hong Kong is so beautiful, brother," Liu Feng exclaimed.
"Yes, the night view of Hong Kong is always unforgettable," Leslie Cheung said softly, his eyes reflecting both appreciation for the beautiful scenery and感慨 about the vicissitudes of life.
In this materialistic society, everyone is struggling to survive. Who can truly break free from constraints and pursue inner beauty and freedom?
Looking at his brother's stunningly handsome face, Liu Feng felt a surge of inexplicable emotion.
He asked softly, "Brother, are you tired? Have you ever thought about leaving this industry and finding a place of your own?"
Upon hearing this, a complex expression flashed across Leslie Cheung's face.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "It's a dilemma, Feng. It's like wavering between 'love' and 'freedom,' every choice is full of contradictions and reluctance."
"Brother, what if I can help you?" Liu Feng's voice whispered in Leslie Cheung's ear.
"You want to help me? How can you help me? Just like love and freedom are things no one else can help you with!" Leslie Cheung turned to look at Liu Feng's earnest eyes and said, "Thank you, Feng."
“Brother, if you’re ever having a bad day, remember to come find me. I can give you your freedom and support your hobbies,” Liu Feng said with a smile.
"You've won the lottery and you're getting cocky. I'm a superstar..." Leslie Cheung completely took Liu Feng's words as childish talk.
But Liu Feng's child's words were like a warm current flowing through his heart, moving him deeply.
"Brother, I want to raise you in a free sky, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming. You can let your horse roam freely in the mountains, you can travel the world, you can continue to sing and perform..."
"Brother, what do you think? Do you like it?"
"Wow, it's like a dream!"
The two chatted about life on the yacht, facing the sea together, and sang "The Way We Were" and "Me". Their voices echoed in the night sky, becoming the most beautiful notes of the night.
As the singing faded, they arrived full of enthusiasm and left full of enthusiasm...
the next day.
In an office of Star Entertainment.
Liao Bisheng and Jin Xiaohu were staring intently at the computer screen.
Based on Liu Feng's previous stock market analysis, they had already sensed the opportunity brought about by the collapse of the Thai baht market and were preparing to make a fortune in this storm.
“Brother Bisheng, the Thai baht can’t hold anymore. There are more and more sell orders in the market, and even the government has started selling its reserves.” Jin Xiaohu said as he quickly switched between multiple stock and currency trading windows.
"Little Tiger, it looks like the Thai baht's defenses are about to collapse. Those international financial giants have begun to launch an unbridled offensive. We need to speed up our actions." Liao Bisheng's eyes were sharp, and his tone carried a hint of excitement.
They knew that the devaluation of the Thai baht would severely damage Thailand's stock and bond markets, followed by a chain reaction that would also affect the economies of countries such as Indonesia, the Philippines, and Malaysia.
Liao Bisheng bought a large number of put options on the futures market that would depreciate the Thai baht, which means he will reap huge returns if the baht continues to depreciate.
At the same time, Jin Xiaohu shorted the stocks of several large Thai companies in the stock market, especially those with high debt and heavy reliance on foreign exchange.
“Brother Bisheng, I’ve completed my stock market strategy according to plan. Especially those giants in the energy and banking sectors; their stock prices will plummet once the Thai baht depreciates.” Jin Xiaohu said, his hands never stopping their operations.
Just as the two were working on their tasks, Liu Feng walked into the office. His gaze lingered on them for a moment, and feeling that they had everything under control, he left the office with peace of mind.
So he turned and left with peace of mind, already planning his next move.
When Liu Feng walked through the corridor and arrived at the area where Lin Xia and her son were, Lin Xia was diligently organizing the documents with her head down, occasionally looking up to think for a moment, her pen constantly scribbling on the paper.
"Brother Feng is here!" Lin Hao's clear, childlike voice broke the silence of the room. He dropped the comic book in his hand and ran towards Liu Feng.
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