After looking at the photo, Ruan Chen yawned and then casually pulled Yu Xiaoya to bed.
There's no need to watch the plot unfold any further. Once Fu Chengyu is imprisoned, everything that follows will be just like the countless gamblers who have lost everything, utterly predictable.
Fu Chengyu started by testing the waters with a beginner's game of betting on big or small, and then he found that his luck seemed to have turned around. A die with a value of 100,000 flipped three times in a row and became 800,000.
"Young Master Fu is amazing, tsk tsk tsk, what incredible luck," a friend said seemingly casually. "If he had put in a million to save people at the beginning, wouldn't he have eight million now?"
These words sent a shiver down Fu Chengyu's spine, as if a sudden inspiration had struck him.
If you had thrown in a million from the beginning, wouldn't you have eight million now?
Although Fu Chengyu is the eldest son of the Fu family, he does not hold real power and is constantly hampered by Fu Jianzhi when he needs to use the nearest place.
Especially in the last two days, first they spent money to bribe the board of directors, then tonight they had a party on the yacht, spending nearly ten million in total, and the funds in the account are a bit tight.
In fact, Fu Chengyu had already regretted exchanging that one million chips at the beginning.
As a scion of a prominent family, Fu Chengyu thought he knew all the tricks of the trade in casinos. Fu Lin had also been strict with him since childhood, so Fu Chengyu never expected to get rich through gambling. At most, he would gamble a little for fun.
Who knew I'd get such incredible luck?
He had a total of 1.7 million in his hand. With a slight thought, he threw all seventeen dice into the "small" position, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his palms.
Fu Chengyu was unaware that he had become completely absorbed in this gambling game.
The three dice finally stopped at the positions of "one, two, one". Fu Chengyu looked at the thirty-four dice that had been pushed in front of him, felt extremely dizzy, his body began to burn, and his fingertips were trembling.
A charming croupier stepped forward, smiling sweetly as she handed over a glass of water.
The high-proof liquor was chilled to sub-zero temperatures, perfectly suited to Fu Chengyu's current burning emotions. He took the glass, tilted his head back, and drank the icy liquid in one gulp. First, it cooled the temperature in his feverish brain, then the effects of the alcohol kicked in, causing Fu Chengyu's eyes to redden.
The dealer's soft body pressed against him, surrounded by the flattery of his cronies and the fawning of his driver. Fu Chengyu's legs seemed to move out of his control, and he walked toward the next gambling table.
Fu Chengyu couldn't recall what happened afterward; it all felt like a bizarre dream.
The first half of this dream was so wonderful that he didn't want to wake up. He only remembered winning seven hands in a row, his chips piled up like a small mountain, everyone in the casino cheering for him, and the most beautiful woman smiling as she poured him wine, whispering in his ear that Fu Chengyu was the most outstanding person in the world.
Fu Chengyu has completely forgotten who he is.
In the latter half of the dream, Fu Chengyu helplessly watched as his mountain of wealth began to dwindle uncontrollably. He wanted to change everything, and he frantically wandered between gambling tables, trying to recoup his losses in the next round.
The young and beautiful woman, holding the chips, obediently followed beside him, gently comforting him not to worry, saying that his luck would turn around in the next round, and if he won just one more time, all the chips that belonged to him would come back.
But in the very last round, when Fu Chengyu reached back for the chips in the tray, he found nothing.
His heart sank into an abyss in that instant, as if he had stepped off a cloud, feeling extremely lost and in pain.
The driver and his friends were nowhere to be found. Fu Chengyu vaguely remembered that they had tried to hold him back, saying that Young Master Fu could not continue, but he just impatiently kicked them away.
Fu Chengyu overturned the tray that had been holding the chips, grabbed the woman's thin shoulders, and roared hoarsely, "Where are my chips? Where is my money? Where is my 100 million?"
The woman, as expected of the casino's most trained employee, maintained her smile even under these circumstances. "Mr. Fu, if you need chips, please follow me."
Later, Fu Chengyu broke the card that couldn't be used to spend a single penny, and amidst the instigating voices of a group of people, pressed his blood-red handprint and wrote the first IOU of his life.
But at that time, he was still thinking that as long as he won a few rounds, he would get all his money back.
Fu Chengyu later woke up amidst a pile of his own vomit.
He ripped off his expensive suit jacket, scrambled to his feet, his body limp, and looked around. He could tell that this was a luxurious suite.
Fu Chengyu stood there, thought for a moment, then kicked off his handmade leather shoes, which were also covered in filth, and slumped onto the bed, trying to recall what had happened.
He wondered, somewhat uncertainly, if this was all just a nightmare? The dream's plot was too absurd; how could he possibly do such a thing?
Yes, I drank too much with them on the yacht yesterday. Now, I don't know who's trying to curry favor with me, but they've booked a room for me to rest here.
But Fu Chengyu's temper flared up again. These clueless people, seeing that he was completely drunk and unconscious, didn't they know to find two people to take care of him? They made him look so pathetic.
Thinking of this, Fu Chengyu looked down at his watch, wanting to know what time it was.
His gaze fell on the empty wrist, and he paused for a moment.
The Vacheron Constantin watch, worth over 500,000 yuan, has disappeared.
A scene flashed through Fu Chengyu's mind, as if he had thrown out a prize and received only a few light chips in return.
His heart suddenly raced, and he felt so nervous he wanted to vomit—wasn't that just a nightmare?
Fu Chengyu stood up, feeling dizzy and weak in the legs, almost losing his balance. He scrambled to the table and grabbed his phone.
He also saw a thick stack of documents under the phone, each one bearing his own fingerprint.
Fu Chengyu calmed down for a long time, then picked up his phone and made a few calls.
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Fu Jianzhi hung up the phone call from the bank regarding unusual fund movements in Fu Chengyu's account and gestured for the person next to him to continue.
That was one of the two people who went to the bar with Fu Chengyu last night and then went to the casino.
“Young Master Fu, we really couldn’t stop the young master. Look,” the man said with a mournful face, lifting up his trouser leg to reveal two huge bruises. “We tried to persuade him, but the young master just attacked us. You know we still have to rely on the Fu family, how could we dare to lay a hand on the young master?”
"I know." Fu Jianzhi didn't bother to look; he knew Fu Chengyu's personality well.
After finishing speaking, the man hesitated for a moment before stammering out the purpose of his visit that evening, "You see, Mr. Fu, this isn't my fault. The cooperation you discussed with our company last time..."
"Don't worry, the contract is signed, I won't go back on my word," Fu Jianzhi said, trying to suppress a laugh by recalling all the heartbreak of his past. "Brother is an adult now, he has to take responsibility for his own decisions, I won't do anything stupid like taking my anger out on him."
"That's good, that's good." The visitor breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Fu Jianzhi's assurance and prepared to leave.
"By the way, who called a driver for my brother last night?" Fu Jianzhi suddenly asked.
The man thought for a moment and said, "I really don't know. It must have been the young master who called him. He seemed to know the driver very well."
Fu Jianzhi waved for him to leave and opened the newly received email.
He immediately had someone investigate the Riddle Bar where Fu Chengyu had enjoyed himself last night; it wasn't difficult to find.
It's a property of the Ye family, belonging to the second son of the Ye family, who is also Ruan Chen's second maternal uncle, Ye Zi'an.
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