Chapter 138: One Round, One Hundred Million

At the Macau horse racing track, when Nie Aotian saw Chen Jiajun, he could not help but be surprised by his youth: "The younger generation is to be regarded with respect; when I was your age, I was still working in the dice department at Taixing."

"A child prodigy may not necessarily grow up to be a great man."

Chen Jiajun bowed and sat down opposite Nie Aotian.

Nie Aotian placed his teacup on the table, rolled his eyes, and said: "A Jun, the board of directors of Aomen Entertainment has already notified me, but it is not so simple if you want to take the shares in my hands."

Chen Jiajun said obediently: "Uncle Nie, if there are any conditions, why not state them?"

"In this life, I have fought with Fu Laorong and fought with He Xin; what I love most is gambling! Come, let's have a bet!"

After Nie Aotian finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a staff member brought over a tray containing a dice cup and five dice.

"As long as you win against me, I will sell my 10% stake in Aoyu Group to you for the price of 400 million," Nie Aotian said, pointing at the dice.

Nie Aotian, who had been strong-willed his entire life, chose to use gambling to decide whether to sell the equity to Chen Jiajun.

This was beyond Chen Jiajun's expectations, yet he felt it was within reason.

Because Nie Aotian was a man who dared to act and take responsibility, competitive and aggressive, yet he could afford to lose and let go, with an open and magnanimous heart.

As the words fell, Nie Aotian stood up tall and picked up the dice cup, swept all five dice inside, and began to shake them slowly; at over seventy years old, Nie Aotian's hands and feet were still nimble, precise and methodical.

"Bang!"

Nie Aotian slammed the dice cup onto the table, revealed a smile, and said: "I am the dealer, the player please place your bets!"

Nie Aotian chose to use gambling to determine whether he would sell the Aoyu Group equity to Chen Jiajun.

Wasn't this like an old man hanging himself—tired of living?

One had to know that Bai Lu possessed telepathy!

Chen Jiajun took off his sunglasses, handed them to Bai Lu at his side, and while smoking a cigar, said with interest: "Since it is a bet, why not add some stakes?"

Nie Aotian had built his life on gambling and feared nothing more than a bet; he smiled and said: "What kind of stakes do you want?"

Chen Jiajun immediately stated his purpose: "If I guess the total points correctly, can you lower the price by 100 million? If I don't guess correctly, I will give you 100 million."

"Good!"

Nie Aotian was filled with heroic spirit: "100 million per round! If you can guess the points, I will lower the price by 100 million for you! If you don't guess correctly, then you give me 100 million!"

His gambling addiction was in full swing, and this young man before him actually proposed a method of guessing the points!

Plus, since he was the dealer, let alone 100 million in Hong Kong dollars, even if Chen Jiajun asked for a 50% discount, the Ghost King Nie Aotian would have agreed!

Chen Jiajun immediately looked at Bai Lu, and Bai Lu said: "30 points!"

Nie Aotian did not hesitate at all and directly lifted the dice cup!

A straight line!

One could see the five dice standing neatly in a single line, with the top one being exactly six!

Lifting each die, they were all sixes!

Nie Aotian took a deep look at Bai Lu and said readily: "A bet is a bet; call your lawyer over."

The two men each called their own lawyers, and under the witness of the lawyers, Chen Jiajun acquired the 10% stake in Aoyu Group held by Nie Aotian for the price of 300 million yuan!

The news spread like wildfire, and newspapers large and small in both Hong Kong and Macau published the matter!

This piece of news was like a bombshell, crashing down on the heads of all the underworld figures in both places!

Taking away three gambling halls from the Putian Casino wasn't enough; he actually bought into Aoyu Group!

What exactly does Dalao Jun of the Hongxing want to do?

Jieshi Wei, Bengyaju, and Mo Dingping of the Number Gang were suddenly restless; how did they feel as if the sky had changed in Macau?

Yesterday morning, Chen Jiajun went to the presidential suite of Lei Gong of the Sanlian Gang for a short rest.

It is said that two corpses were dragged out afterward: one was Lei Gong's woman, Ding Yao, and the other was Lei Gong's personal bodyguard, Gao Jie.

Today, Lei Gong left without saying goodbye, taking everyone from the Sanlian Gang directly back to Taiwan.

"Have you all found out what happened in Lei Gong's presidential suite yesterday?"

Jieshi Wei looked at Bengyaju and Mo Dingping seriously.

"I heard from the people in the Water Room that Dalao Jun and Lei Gong didn't have a pleasant time playing with women at the Zhonghua City Nightclub in Hong Kong."

"This time, when Lei Gong arrived in Macau, Dalao Jun, having gained the appreciation of Xin Ge, was not prepared to let Lei Gong go!"

"Yesterday morning, he brought people to attack the door; the bodyguard Gao Jie drew his gun and was killed on the spot by Dalao Jun..."

Not only that, you all know what kind of person Dalao Jun is—he kills without blinking; he proposed to play with Lei Gong's woman, Ding Yao, and Lei Gong had no choice but to withdraw from the presidential suite; Ding Yao was played to death alive by Chen Jiajun..."

Bengyaju's expression was grave as he told the two of them the intelligence he had gathered with vivid detail.

The underworld is just like this.

Some inside stories are only known to the parties involved; naturally, Lei Gong would not tell others about what happened yesterday.

Since the parties involved did not explain, this gave others room for imagination.

Mo Dingping was drinking tea and scalded his mouth: "Damn it, A Ju, can you not be so perverted!"

Bengyaju said earnestly: "It's true; I heard the scene was particularly miserable, and the floor was covered in blood! Ding Yao screamed for several hours! Lei Gong was terrified; he went to apologize to Dalao Jun at Yulongxuan yesterday, and today he fled back to Taiwan. I just called Lei Gong, and no one answered at all."

"Damn it!"

"This Chen Jiajun is simply lawless!"

Mo Dingping hammered the table hard: "I received news from the pier side that Dalao Jun has been sending troops over from Hong Kong these past two days; this person's appetite is not small!"

Sending troops to Macau at this time—even a fool would know that Dalao Jun has ulterior motives.

Shuifang Liao nodded: "Dalao Jun! Famous for being crazy; from Heishui Qiang to the Dragon Head of Hongle, not one has had a good ending! Even Si Yanlong of the Xinji has to give him face."

Bengyaju complained incessantly: "We mind our own business and haven't provoked him."

"A Ju, you damn fool! In the underworld, who cares if you provoked him or not. Is this your first day working? If he's unhappy, he'll find a reason to mess with us." Mo Dingping picked up a cigar and lit it: "Besides, we want to run a VIP Hall, which is equivalent to snatching business from his mouth; if he doesn't mess with us, who would he mess with?"

Mo Dingping actually had some self-awareness.

Bengyaju shouted angrily: "Damn it! Just because of this small matter, he wants to mess with us? Does he, Dalao Jun, think he is the Emperor of Macau?"

Shuifang Liao looked at Jieshi Wei and said, "Brother Wei, has the Gambling King agreed to let us operate the VIP Hall?"

"I had a good talk with Xin Ge the day before yesterday, but after Xin Ge met with Dalao Jun yesterday, his attitude suddenly changed."

Jieshi Wei twirled his cigar, his expression grave: "I want to have a talk with Dalao Jun tomorrow! When the time comes, you all accompany me to see him; it would be best to call upon a few underworld seniors."

Shuifang Liao nodded gravely and said, "I will go find Kun Ge."

The Kun Ge he spoke of referred to Feizai Kun, an uncle-generation figure of the Shuifang.

In the money-driven era of the sixties and seventies, people often used the Four Great Families to describe those smuggling syndicates; they were the Double Horse Group, the Pohao Group, and so on.

However, in Hong Kong before the Four Great Families, there were also some major drug lords.

Feizai Kun was one of them; he was the one who personally groomed Bo Hao, and he held high prestige in the Shuifang.

At that time, there was a saying in the underworld: "The oldest is the Fu-character head Yixing, the largest is the He-character head Anle."

The He-character head Anle refers to the Shuifang.

During Feizai Kun's peak, the star of the Number Gang—Chui Shuimin—was hired by him as a personal bodyguard.

Even when Lei Luo saw Feizai Kun, he had to show him three parts of respect and call him "Kun Ge."

In the seventies, the Money Empire collapsed; Feizai Kun was arrested and sentenced to twenty-five years, but he spent a lot of money for medical parole and fled to Macau.

……

He Jiashan.

Chen Jiajun came as a guest today, bringing Guan Jiahui along for a visit.

Individual serving system.

Chen Jiajun sat beside the He Family's "apple of the eye" He Tian'er and Guan Jiahui, while beside Guan Jiahui were He Tianbao and his chess piece; the head seat was naturally He Xin.

He Xin said with a glowing face: "Haha, I have already heard about the matter; A Jun, I didn't expect you to actually be able to outplay the Ghost King."

His grudge with Nie Aotian had lasted for over a decade, and in his view, since Chen Jiajun could outplay the Ghost King, he naturally felt honored as well, after all, he had groomed Chen Jiajun.

"Just luck," Chen Jiajun said modestly.

"Haha, you can't beat the Ghost King with just luck. Come, today is my happiest day, let's all have a drink together."

He Xin picked up a red wine glass and proposed a toast.

One glass went down his throat.

Servants brought plates of delicacies to the table, individual serving system.

After dinner, in the courtyard of the He Family.

Chen Jiajun and He Xin sat facing each other, chatting, talking about the casino business.

It was right at this moment that Jieshi Wei's call came in: "Jun Ge, it's me, Jieshi Wei."

"Brother Wei, you don't visit without a reason; what is it?" Chen Jiajun leaned back in his chair, comfortably watching the sunset on the horizon.

"Tomorrow, Bengyaju, Mo Dingping, and I would like to invite you to sit down and have a talk."

"How about this, tomorrow morning at ten, you set the location."

Having settled the time and place with Jieshi Wei.

He Xin also recognized who was on the other end of the line; he shook his head: "After the Ghost King left the casino, someone recommended Jieshi Wei to me at the time, and I decided then to give him a chance."

"I didn't expect that in just five years, Jieshi Wei would actually betray me and want to cooperate with the Sanlian Gang."

"Heh, it seems I didn't teach him well, raising a white-eyed wolf; and to think I even wanted to let him manage all the VIP Halls in the future."

Chen Jiajun listened silently.

After a pause, He Xin's tone turned chilling: "This time, break his legs as a warning."

"I understand. It's getting late, Xin Ge, I'll head back first."

……

The next day.

A teahouse in Macau.

Bengyaju brought Shuifang Liao, Mo Dingping brought his top fighter Lanming Long, Jieshi Wei sat in the head seat, and sitting to the side were Feizai Kun, Xiao Jingzhao, and others.

Who exactly is Xiao Jingzhao?

A Super Elder of the Number Gang, and along with the Prince of the Number Gang, he is a Headman of the Xiao-character group, nicknamed Datian Er.

When He Xin was young and doing business in Macau for the first time, he made a fortune but didn't go to pay his respects to Xiao Jingzhao; Xiao Jingzhao directly drove He Xin out of Macau.

In the fifties, the Prince of the Number Gang helped the KMT with their work, angering the Hong Kong high-level authorities, so the entire upper echelon of the Number Gang was deported; the Prince of the Number Gang brought many fierce underworld figures to Macau to seek refuge with Xiao Jingzhao.

Among this group, many became the high-level figures of the Macau Number Gang later on.

At the scene, only Chen Jiajun was missing.

Everyone was drinking tea, watching as the time was about to pass.

Many people had looks of indignation on their faces.

It was at this moment that Shuifang Liao looked toward the entrance.

Chen Jiajun appeared at the entrance, extremely arrogant, bringing Dumu, Ya Qi, Tian Yangsheng, Shibaitou, and others.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Without a hint of apology in his tone, Chen Jiajun led his people into the restaurant, sat down, and looked at Jieshi Wei: "What do you have to say?"

"Let me introduce you: the Shuifang's Feizai Kun—Kun Ge, the Number Gang's Datian Er. You should know Mo Dingping and Bengyaju, and this is Shuifang Liao." Jieshi Wei introduced everyone.

Chen Jiajun picked up his teacup and looked at Feizai Kun and Datian Er: "Kun Ge, Brother Er."

Feizai Kun also raised his teacup: "The two of us came here just hoping you wouldn't hurt the harmony; there is no other meaning."

Shuifang Liao spoke up: "Boss Chen, inviting you here today has no other meaning; we just want to ask, what is the meaning of you sending troops from Hong Kong to Macau?"

Chen Jiajun looked at Shuifang Liao, extremely arrogant: "I heard that little Liao, you are A Ju's White Paper Fan; you really are a man of talent. It's a pity to be in the underworld; being a pretty boy would suit you better."

Upon hearing this, Shuifang Liao's temper flared, and he stood up abruptly.

"Brother Jiajun, don't say it like that. Everyone works in the Gambling Hall, we are all our own people, let's not hurt the harmony," Jieshi Wei immediately smoothed things over.

"Our own people? Heh!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and looked at Shuifang Liao, saying, "I've taken in a lot of underlings recently, who are you? I can't seem to remember."

As he spoke, he picked up a toothpick and picked his teeth.

The meaning was clear: here, you, Shuifang Liao, have no say.

Bengyaju held down the still-fuming Shuifang Liao, and he said to Chen Jiajun:

"Boss Chen, we invited you here today to drink tea because everyone wants to make money properly. You are now a shareholder of the Aoyu Group, and we few are just small Gambling Hall owners; naturally, we cannot compete with you, but you suddenly sent troops to Macau, making everyone a bit nervous."

Chen Jiajun puffed on his Cigar: "I send troops wherever I want to send them; it has nothing to do with the Number Gang or the Water Room...

Let me make the topic clear: some people are very unhappy about your cooperation with the Sanlian Gang."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Bengyaju, Mo Dingping, and Jieshi Wei all turned somewhat ugly.

(End of this chapter)