"Hey bro, you're fucking awesome! Holy crap, a straight flush! How are you going to beat me? You're so cool, even better than in the movies..."
Only now did Wei Ge have time to come over, already so excited he was rambling on and on, grinning foolishly and patting Zhuang Rui's shoulder as if he had won money today.
Zhuang Rui felt a little empty inside. He shook his head and said, "Come on, Wei Ge, losing money makes you less cool. Didn't you see the pools of blood on the ground?"
As soon as Zhuang Rui finished speaking, the gambling king, who had been standing beside him, continued, "Hmm, a little gambling is fun, but excessive gambling is harmful. That's right. A person should have a sense of fear. Young man, this is our second meeting. I wonder if you could have dinner with this old man tonight?"
"Invite me to dinner?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. He had no connection with the gambling king. Wasn't the matter of borrowing the gambling hall only because of his father-in-law's influence?
As the saying goes, "An old man who doesn't die is a thief." Dealing with these shrewd people who have lived for nearly a hundred years, Zhuang Rui was genuinely a little apprehensive. He could easily be sold out by them if he wasn't careful.
Lost in thought, Zhuang Rui was suddenly nudged by Qin Haoran, which reminded him that Mr. He was still waiting for his reply. He quickly said, "No problem. When we came to Macau, we should have paid our respects to the old gentleman first, but what happened today was truly impolite..."
"It's alright, you young people can chat now, you can keep this old man company tonight..."
The gambling king waved his hand, and the woman behind him, whose number of concubines was unknown, pushed him out of the gambling hall. Uncle De, who had just walked over, looked both amused and exasperated. He was over sixty years old, yet in the gambling king's mouth, he was considered a young man.
"Xiao Rui, after we finish calculating the chips, we need to distribute the profits..."
Uncle De came over to remind Zhuang Rui of some rules: in Macau, if you win tens of millions of dollars, you usually have to give at least half a million to the dealers and staff.
Of course, you can choose not to pay, but if you encounter any problems outside the casino, the casino won't step in to help you resolve them. This is an unspoken rule in Macau casinos.
"Mr. Zhuang, here is a total of 1.8 billion in chips. In addition, you still have 400 million Hong Kong dollars left from your check. What payment method would you like? Would you like it to be deposited directly into the relevant account, or would you like it to be written as a check?"
Just as Uncle De finished instructing Zhuang Rui, the three dealers also finished clearing the chips on the table. The 1.8 billion was just the chips on the table. Zhuang Rui still had 400 million left on the bank draft he had just taken out. In other words, Zhuang Rui now had a total of 2.2 billion Hong Kong dollars on hand.
Even those business elites who dominate Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan were astonished after hearing the dealer's words. Perhaps their combined wealth would exceed that figure, but it was the result of their life's hard work.
Chapter 920 Fishing for Sharks
Most of the people present were over fifty years old, and some were even in their seventies or eighties. These people were basically the first generation of entrepreneurs who spent decades building their own business empires from scratch.
This young man achieved wealth on par with them in just one morning, which is truly remarkable and almost overturned the beliefs of these determined tycoons.
Seeing that Zhuang Rui had remained silent after hearing his words, the veteran croupier stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhuang, however you wish to withdraw this money, we can do it for you..."
After receiving the bank draft worth 400 million, Zhuang Rui thought for a moment and said to the gray-haired croupier, "Take out 50 million Hong Kong dollars for the casino staff's profit sharing. You three will take a larger share. As for how to distribute the rest, I'll leave that to you... Also, deposit 1.55 billion into this number, and for the remaining 200 million, give me a Swiss bank draft that can be transferred immediately..."
Zhuang Rui wrote down a Swiss bank account number and handed it to the dealer. More than a year ago, Yunman had opened an account for Zhuang Rui in Switzerland in the name of an offshore company, which would make it much easier for him to use funds abroad.
As for the two hundred million yuan that Zhuang Rui wanted, it was naturally for Lao Si to pay off his debts. After carefully calculating it, Zhuang Rui couldn't quite describe how he felt.
Originally, this trip was to vent his anger for Lao Si and get back the money he had been scammed out of. However, he didn't expect that not only would he get back the money Lao Si had been scammed out of, but he would also get back the 180 million yuan he had put in, and he would even make a net profit of nearly 600 million yuan.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhuang..."
Upon hearing Zhuang Rui's words, even the old croupier, who had maintained a blank expression throughout, showed surprise. He had been working in Macau casinos for decades and this was the first time he had ever seen a customer so generous.
It's important to understand that although Zhuang Rui's contribution of 50 million isn't considered a large sum based on a 10 million share commission ratio of 500 million, the calculation isn't that simple. Generally, people who can contribute 3 to 5 million in tips are considered big spenders.
The Lisboa Casino has more than 3,000 employees. Even if the three dealers split the 20 million, the remaining money would be enough for each employee to receive 10,000. This would be a windfall for most of the local Macau employees.
Having received the tip, the casino staff naturally became incredibly efficient. Zhuang Rui only waited for a little over ten minutes before the dealer, accompanied by a finance staff member, handed him a transfer certificate for 1.55 billion yuan and a check for 200 million yuan.
Zhuang Rui walked over to the fourth brother, handed him the check, and said, "Fourth brother, hurry up and transfer this money to the family account. If you take it to gamble again, I won't care whether you live or die..."
"Old...youngest, thank you, thank you so much..."
Bi Yuntao really didn't know what to say. He felt a surge of warmth coursing through his body, and tears welled up in his eyes. From being at his wit's end and having nowhere to turn, to now seeing a glimmer of hope and a way out of a seemingly hopeless situation, Bi Yuntao knew that all of this was thanks to Zhuang Rui.
When Zhuang Rui was gambling, Bi Yuntao was more nervous than anything else. But when the thrilling game was over and the dust settled, Bi Yuntao realized how much risk Zhuang Rui had taken for him.
Although the words "thank you" were too simple, Lao Si couldn't find any other words. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many celebrities here, he would have loved to hug Zhuang Rui and cry his heart out.
"Alright, Fourth Brother, when brothers are of one mind, nothing is impossible. We're bound by a lifelong friendship, so hurry up and transfer the money..."
Zhuang Rui patted Lao Si on the shoulder. This trip to Macau was to help Lao Si get revenge. As for the extra money he earned, Zhuang Rui was happy, but not overly excited. For him and many others in the casino, money was just a bank number.
After dealing with the casino matters, the Hong Kong, Macao, and Taiwan bigwigs who had been standing around all gathered around. These people had incredibly sharp eyes. They could tell a lot just from Zhuang Rui's performance during the gambling game, and naturally, they were unwilling to miss the opportunity to befriend him.
To be honest, Zhuang Rui would rather gamble with Jervis again than try to get close to people in this kind of situation. If it weren't for his father-in-law's influence, Zhuang Rui would have already given up.
After finally managing to chat with everyone for a few minutes and declining numerous invitations from wealthy Hong Kong and Macau residents, Zhuang Rui and his group hurriedly left the casino and went to a private Macau restaurant for a meal. ...
While Zhuang Rui was exchanging pleasantries with a group of wealthy individuals, a yacht slowly sailed away from the Macau pier, heading towards a small island in Southeast Asia. There were eight people on board, including seven members of the gambling syndicate and the gambling king, Jervis.
Although the weather is perfect for going out to sea, these seven or eight people looked as if they had lost their parents, their faces ashen, staring wide-eyed at the person lying on the ground.
Compared to when he was at the casino, Hui's complexion was much better now, but he was still a bit pale. Those two mouthfuls of blood were forced out by his anger and frustration, and it would probably take him a few months to recover.
"Kid, stop playing dead. If you keep pretending, I'll make it so you'll have a hard time dying..."
Unlike his days serving tea, water, and towels in the casino, Jervis's status has now plummeted. Perhaps fearing he might jump ship, a pair of gleaming handcuffs have been placed over his right hand on the deck railing.
"What...what do you want to do?"
After being kicked by the 1.9-meter-tall fire general, Jervis struggled to open his eyes. In fact, he had woken up a few minutes after fainting, but having lost to Zhuang Rui, he was too ashamed to face anyone and simply continued to pretend.
"What are you trying to do? Before the bet, you were so confident that you were guaranteed to win, but now you've lost our life savings of decades. What do you think we're trying to do?"
Hui Ge's fair and peaceful face had turned into an extremely ferocious expression. Today, he had lost both money and face, and had also offended Uncle Ba and Mr. He. In the future, although Southeast Asia is vast, there will be no place for his brothers to stand.
Zhuang Rui has a powerful background in China, and they can't do anything about him, so they can only take their anger out on Jervis. Moreover, Liu Minghui is currently penniless and needs Mr. Gambling to bleed him out.
"Liu, I don't want to lose either! That kid is too cunning, he's inhuman..."
Since his debut, Jervis has never suffered such a crushing defeat. From the very first game, when he assumed that his opponent liked to cheat, he had actually fallen into Zhuang Rui's trap.
Later, his own judgment became even more ridiculous. He originally thought that Zhuang Rui's various guilty little actions were actually luring him into a trap, and as the gambling king, he cooperated by giving away several hundred million more.
Thinking of this, Jervis felt a tightness in his chest and sat up sadly, almost spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Hui squatted down and kindly helped Jarvis ease his chest, saying, "Mr. Jarvis, don't say that. I don't blame you for the original 500 million you gave away, but when you asked for money later, you should bear part of the 40 million euros, right?"
“Oh no, Mr. Liu, we had an agreement beforehand, you can’t do this…”
If he had won money smoothly, Mr. Jervis would have been more than willing to contribute some of his capital. However, this time he had lost everything and didn't know if he would still have the confidence to appear in the gambling world in the future. Getting Mr. Gambling King to contribute money again would be an extremely difficult thing.
"Oh, that's not right. I guess I was too gentle..."
Liu Minghui smiled, but then kicked Jervis hard in the chest. The gambling king, who had been holding back his blood, spat it out with a "pfft," staining the white deck red.
“Mr. Jarvis, I really enjoy fishing, especially shark fishing, but the bait is too small, and the sharks have a hard time biting. I suppose you wouldn’t want to be the bait?”
Hui picked up a thick fishing rod from the bow of the boat, used one end to lift Jarvis's chin, and said, "I'll hook this through your thigh until your blood attracts sharks..."
"Oh my God, no, you absolutely can't do this! I'll pay you, I'm willing to make up for your losses..."
Upon hearing Liu Minghui's words, Jervis felt a chill run down his spine. The hairs on his body stood on end, and cold sweat dripped down his back. Being a smart man, he immediately changed his mind and agreed to pay.
"Alright, I believe your sincerity, third brother, take him to transfer the money..."
Liu Minghui stood up and said in Chinese, "We've squeezed every last penny out of him; he doesn't even need the money for his plane ticket back to Las Vegas anymore..."
"Big brother, don't worry..."
After the skinny third brother unlocked Jarvis's handcuffs, he and Fireman escorted Jarvis into the cabin one after the other.
Not long after, screams of agony came from the cabin, but on this vast ocean, no one seemed willing to intervene. It took a full half hour for the screams to stop.
"Big brother, this kid only has a net worth of a little over 30 million US dollars, which isn't even enough to make up for our savings..."
A gaunt man emerged from the legacy, with the Fire General behind him carrying Jervis. However, the once spirited gambling king was now breathing heavily, his eyes rolled back, and he looked like he was about to run out of breath.
"Is this all his money?"
Hui glanced at Jervis.
"Brother, I guarantee that besides his car and house, he doesn't have a single penny in savings..."
The skinny man said confidently.
"Fifth brother, I told you I was going to go shark fishing..."
Liu Minghui gave Huo Jiang a wink.
"Brother, I understand..."
Fire General grinned maliciously, grabbed Jervis's neck with his strong right arm, and with a crisp "crack," Jervis's head slumped down.
Chapter 921 Hui Ge's Ambition
Most yachts have winches, but when fishing for sharks, it's impossible to have hands to pull the fishing rod. After Huo Jiang had been busy for a long time, several large fishing hooks were tied to thick ropes, with several bloody chunks of flesh threaded on them, and then thrown into the sea.
Mr. Jervis was unwillingly given a sea burial. The once-dominant gambling king ended up in such a miserable state, just as the old saying goes, "When you're in the game, you're bound to get hurt."
"Big brother, are we really going to Africa?"
Prior to this incident, Liu Minghui had indeed bought an island in Africa, and the island was beautiful, but it cost him a lot of money.
However, the tens of millions of dollars he extorted from Jervis were far from enough to allow him to live the life of an island owner in paradise. Even if the island were developed, these guys would probably only be able to live like African natives.
"Go to Africa?"
Liu Minghui glared at Huo Jiang. Although he had misjudged the situation this time, leading to the entire organization running out of funds, the prestige he had accumulated over the past one or two decades meant that Huo Jiang and the others still dared not blame Liu Minghui.
"Want to go to Africa to see those African women's breasts? Damn it, if they won't let us walk the straight path, then we'll become pirates..."
Whether provoked by Zhuang Rui or not, Liu Minghui's fair face had been filled with murderous intent ever since they left Macau.
However, Liu Minghui's ancestors were indeed pirates. In the last century, it is unknown which generation of his grandfather was, but he followed Zhang Baozai across the seas, killing and arson, and living a life of drinking wine and eating meat in large quantities.
When Zhang Baozai was later recruited into the army, Liu Minghui's ancestors were unwilling to be controlled. Although they also left the military, they somehow ended up in the world of gambling.
Hui's father and grandfather used to boast to him about their ancestors' glory as pirates, but Hui only cared about technique and always looked down on straightforward plundering. However, this time he was probably spurred on and actually had the idea of becoming a pirate.
Over the years, Liu Minghui has been active in Southeast Asia and is very familiar with the waters there. In order to hide their tracks, they have strongholds on several uninhabited islands. Now that they don't want to go to Africa, Liu Minghui immediately thought of the path of piracy.
"Big brother, where are we going to become pirates? The Caribbean?"
Fire's favorite movie is "Pirates of the Caribbean." Hearing his boss's words, he was so excited he almost jumped for joy.
"Caribbean? You've been watching too many movies."
Hui Ge kicked out, and Huo Jiang dared not dodge, taking the kick head-on. Fortunately, Liu Minghui was weak, and the kick did not seriously injure Huo Jiang.
"Hey, third brother, go to Malacca. Contact a shipyard you're familiar with and find a way to buy an old cargo ship. Then refurbish it, make sure it has enough horsepower. Fifth brother, you know the black market for arms, buy some weapons. Damn it, from now on, we're pirates..."