Chapter 134: Femme Fatale Ding Yao

Hearing this, Jieshi Wei and the other two exchanged glances, looking at each other in dismay.

"I will do my utmost; once I secure the gambling license, I will cooperate with the Number Gang. We shall all work together for prosperity, make the Round-the-Table of the Macau gambling industry bigger, and ensure everyone has a share of the meal!"

Lei Gong spoke with a Taiwan accent, sounding both overbearing and courteous.

"As for you three, whether you have the guts for this depends on yourselves!"

Speaking to this point, Lei Gong raised his wine glass with a smile.

Mo Dingping raised his eyelids and said, "Boss Lei, since you've put it that way, then fine! You may take a stake in my Gambling Hall."

When a wealthy tycoon comes along saying he wants to bring you along to get rich, and even offers to cover the costs for your renovations, anyone would agree.

"Good! Bengyaju, what do you say?"

Lei Gong raised his glass, revealing a meaningful smile.

He naturally understood what Mo Dingping was thinking, but Lei Gong did not care about a mere few tens of millions.

Everything currently on the table was just a sweet treat for the Number Gang.

The current model of the Putian casino, aside from the general Gambling Halls, had all other halls contracted out to Bengyaju, Mo Dingping, and Hongxing.

These hall owners would pay a certain deposit to the Aoyu Group; the hall owners had complete autonomy within their own Gambling Halls, and who they cooperated with or whether they opened for business on any given day was entirely up to their own mood.

Therefore, the cooperation between Mo Dingping and Lei Gong naturally did not require anyone else's nod.

Upon hearing Lei Gong's words, Bengyaju frowned: "Mr. Lei, I still need to discuss this matter with my brothers."

"No rush."

Lei Gong was all smiles, finally looking at Jieshi Wei: "Jieshi Wei, what about you?"

Jieshi Wei's role in the Putian casino was that of the General Manager of the Aoyu Group's casino.

Although he possessed quite a bit of autonomy, a watchdog was always a watchdog; he puffed on his Cigar and said, "How do you want me to cooperate with you?"

"It's very simple. As long as I secure the gambling license, you put up money, and I put up money. Both sides will hold shares, including Bengyaju and Mo Dingping; everyone will have the power to share in this gambling license, and we shall distribute it according to our shares.

I will do my best to pull Nie Aotian in as a shareholder. As for the gambling halls in our casino in the future, our Sanlian Gang and your Number Gang will split it—I take 1, you take 2."

Lei Gong explained tirelessly.

Hearing this, Jieshi Wei's tightly locked brows relaxed; he raised his glass and said, "Boss Lei, what you said is very right; if there is money to be made, we should all make it together."

"I am honored that you think highly of me, Boss Lei."

Bengyaju was also immediately moved by Lei Gong's words, and he too raised his glass.

Working under the Putian casino meant always being skimmed by the Aoyu Group; rather than that, it was better to take a gamble!

Before coming to Macau, Lei Gong had already conducted an investigation into Macau's casinos. He was skilled at observing people and discerning their hearts, and with his far-sighted perspective, he immediately saw the drawbacks of the Putian casino.

He Xin merely held the gambling license and provided a platform, yet he took away half of the casino's profits.

This group of hoodlums from the Number Gang lacked the strength to secure a gambling license, so they could only let He Xin skim off the top, but in reality, they each had many underground gambling dens under their control, and feelings of dissatisfaction had long since been brewing.

Therefore, he only needed a gentle push to win over the Number Gang!

This was him—the ability and energy of Sanlian Gang's Lei Gong!

Macau.

By the seaside.

After leaving the presidential suite, Ding Yao came here and walked ahead, facing the sea breeze.

The sea breeze blew her hair, and a fragrance wafted from the tips of her hair.

Between her tightly locked brows, there was a sense of sorrow.

The mute Gao Jie followed silently behind her.

"What do you plan to do?" Gao Jie suddenly asked.

Ding Yao turned her head to look at him: "I want to have a good talk with Dalao Jun. This is an opportunity for the two of us; if we don't seize it, I don't know when the next time will be."

A strange look appeared on Gao Jie's glacier-like face, and pain overflowed from his eyes, as if he had remembered something. He asked guardedly: "Talk about what?"

As Lei Gong's top enforcer, the mute Gao Jie had followed Lei Gong for over a dozen years and was one of the people Lei Gong trusted most; he was usually taciturn, like a stone.

Yet this mute Gao Jie liked to "drive the boss's wife's car," and had fallen deep into it under Ding Yao's seduction.

Ding Yao noticed the change in Gao Jie's expression, her eyes turning gentle, and she reached out to rest her hand on Gao Jie's shoulder: "Don't worry, Dalao Jun and I are just talking about business matters."

"My body and my heart have long belonged only to you."

Looking at the love in Ding Yao's eyes, Gao Jie's gaze softened, and he asked with concern: "Now that the Boss is going to cooperate with the Number Gang, if we cooperate with Hongxing behind his back, the Boss will likely not be happy."

Ding Yao nodded in agreement and said: "I know."

"Therefore, my target has always been Lei Gong."

"You want to deal with the Boss?"

Gao Jie's pupils shrank, and he took a step back.

He had grown up in the Sanlian Gang since he was a child and was deeply influenced by Boss Lei's teachings; hearing suddenly that Ding Yao wanted to deal with Boss Lei, he couldn't help but feel a wave of shock.

Although he loved the boss's wife, he didn't want to court death.

Ding Yao looked at him blankly, a flash of pain crossing the depths of her eyes: "Don't you want to be with me?"

Looking at the beloved woman before him, Gao Jie fell into a long silence... then he nodded forcefully and said with a tone of certainty: "I do!"

"I also want to be with you!"

Ding Yao looked at Gao Jie with sincere eyes: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. As long as we cooperate well, in the future, the Sanlian Gang will be yours, the gambling license will be yours, and I will be yours."

The femme fatale of a generation—Ding Yao finally revealed her true purpose.

A trace of wavering appeared in Gao Jie's eyes: "But..."

Ding Yao took a step forward in her high heels, getting closer to Gao Jie, tears shimmering in her eyes: "But what?"

"Do you know how much I want to be with you? Everything I do now is for your sake."

She then continued with a hint of a sob: "If... if you are unwilling, it doesn't matter. If you are willing to share me with other men, I am also content, and I will continue to support you silently."

Gao Jie's fists were tightly clenched, to the point where his flesh sank into his nail beds.

The scales in his heart had already begun to tilt gradually.

From the moment he fell for Ding Yao, he had long since been completely manipulated by her.

Yet in Ding Yao's eyes, Gao Jie was at most a "lick-dog."

As everyone knows.

Lick-dogs do not have good endings.

Ding Yao could play different roles in front of them, and then squeeze out every bit of their utility.

Ding Yao's father was from Taiwan and her mother was Japanese; her father died in gang conflicts, and she transformed from a woman without parents into the sister-in-law of the Sanlian Gang.

In this process, Ding Yao put in countless efforts.

From the moment she stepped into the vanity fair, Ding Yao had already completely become a slave to fame and fortune.

The pity is that Ding Yao lacked true courage and capital; she could only use her body as capital, maneuvering between different men, using them to help her step to the peak of power.

"I just... I just want to live in the sunlight with you."

At this moment, Ding Yao closed her eyes, and teardrops began to fall.

The mute Gao Jie could no longer bear it and began to break down.

"I will listen to everything you say; whatever you tell me to do, I will do."

Nowadays, he would do anything for Ding Yao, including killing Lei Gong.

"Mm, we cannot take a single wrong step from here on out. I love you!" Ding Yao whispered.

……

In the presidential suite conference room, the air was thick with smoke.

The tape recorder was playing the recording just intercepted from Lei Gong's side.

The expression on Chen Jiajun's face was spectacular; he did not expect that Jieshi Wei, Bengyaju, and Mo Dingping of the Number Gang would be so foolish as to choose to cooperate with Lei Gong.

Lei Gong was indeed an outstanding talent, but what Lei Gong did not know was that the future gambling license of Macau had always been controlled by the Gambling King He Xin.

This is because He Xin was a man who knew how to navigate complex social circles, maintaining excellent relationships with both the Gweilo high-level officials and the Chinese high-level officials in Macau.

He also had a deep friendship with the Macau King Heyan; it was precisely because of Heyan's nod back then that the casinos of Aoyu Group were able to open smoothly.

Who is Heyan?

The true Macau King!

The number one prominent family in Macau!

He possessed infinite prestige among the common people of Macau.

Moreover, Heyan also held significant influence in Hong Kong, and his own brother was one of the founders of Hang Seng Bank.

Not only that, but Chen Yingnan, who was renowned throughout the global Chinese world, was also one of the shareholders of Aoyu Group.

With such a massive force, did a Lei Gong who came from Taiwan really think he could take a bite out of the gambling industry in Macau?

He was thinking too much.

Or perhaps, Lei Gong did not understand the composition of Aoyu Group.

But even if Lei Gong didn't understand, did Jieshi Wei, Bengyaju, and Mo Dingping of the Number Gang not understand either?

With a "click" sound.

Chen Jiajun turned off the tape recorder, took a puff of his cigar, and said: "Ah Hing, give the Butler of Mr. He a call and say that I will come to pay a visit tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" Xing Shu replied in a deep voice.

"Additionally, have the brothers get ready; I want to take down Bengyaju and Mo Dingping of the Number Gang."

Chen Jiajun exhaled the cigar smoke and said.

"Yes!"

As the Second Route Marshal of Hong Hing, Dumu replied in a deep voice.

(End of chapter)