Chapter 265: The Young God of Gamblers

After settling into the Caesar Palace Hotel, Chen Jiajun came to the casino inside the hotel.

He did not come to the casino to play, but to scout for information.

Someone worth Chen Jiajun coming in person to see would naturally not be a simple character.

His target this time was a man named Gao Jin, and specifically, a Gao Jin who had not yet become famous.

Chen Jiajun had no influence in the United States, so searching for someone proved to be quite exhausting.

Fortunately, however, Gao Jin had already made a name for himself during this period.

After only checking a few places, Chen Jiajun heard from a gambler about a young Asian man who was very skilled at gambling.

Later, after spending a little bit of money, he found out Gao Jin's whereabouts.

Chen Jiajun specifically went to the MGM Casino tonight to wait for him to appear.

It was a pity that after waiting for a long time, he did not see Gao Jin, but instead saw another young Asian man.

Chen Jiajun observed the other party for a while and discovered that although this kid's gambling technique did not look like much, he was somehow able to win money.

It was as if he had memorized every single card.

However, this young kid did not have very good gambling etiquette.

When gambling with others, trash talk poured out incessantly, making several Gweilos who were betting against him red-faced with anger.

One redneck even grabbed him by the collar, wanting to beat him up.

Fortunately, the security staff at the MGM Casino were quite responsible; they taught the redneck a lesson and then kicked him out.

After observing a few more rounds, Chen Jiajun knew what this kid was relying on to win money.

If Chen Jiajun had not guessed wrong, this kid should be a math genius.

He was relying on a mathematical model he had derived himself to calculate the probability of winning.

This was why his gambling technique was extremely poor, yet he kept winning money.

As long as this kind of guy was given a little more time to figure out some of the casino's tricks, he would definitely start raking in money and then be targeted by the casino.

Chen Jiajun had no interest in a guy of this level.

What he wanted was an all-around talent like Gao Jin, not a math genius.

Just as Chen Jiajun shook his head and prepared to leave, a young man wearing a white suit sat down.

He said to the people at the gambling table, "Do you mind if I sit down and play a few rounds?"

The young man in the white suit looked somewhat shy, and even seemed afraid to look others in the eye.

He was clearly the polar opposite of the arrogant young man from just a moment ago.

"Hey, Zhao, one of your compatriots has arrived. Is he as good as you?"

A black man said to the arrogant young man beside him.

The arrogant young man was named Zhao Yuan, a Chinese-American.

He was currently attending Stanford University and was considered a top student.

The people around him were all Zhao Yuan's fair-weather friends, and he had brought them along to make money.

Hearing the black man say this, Zhao Yuan curled his lip and said, "This guy is not my compatriot, and I really don't like his kind."

The black man laughed and said, "Then teach him a lesson and win all the money he has."

"That goes without saying," Zhao Yuan said quite arrogantly.

Subsequently, the gambling match between the two sides began, and Chen Jiajun, watching from the side, could see clearly that Zhao Yuan was suppressing the young man in the white suit.

Soon, the man in the white suit lost all the Chips in front of him.

Following his usual habit, Zhao Yuan started spouting trash talk: "This game isn't something you can handle just by dressing up like a human being. You mediocre people should just obediently hand your money over to me."

Hearing Zhao Yuan's words, his lackeys beside him burst into laughter.

During the previous gambling rounds, they had also earned quite a bit following Zhao Yuan.

However, the man in the white suit acted as if he had not heard the other party's provocation, took out a check, and had the casino staff bring over another stack of Chips.

Faced with the white suit's actions, Zhao Yuan could not help but reveal a smug smile.

The reason he spouted trash talk was not purely because he had a foul mouth; his goal was to provoke those who had lost their heads into continuing to gamble with him.

He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of forcing others into a desperate situation.

Sure enough, the white suit's playstyle became increasingly aggressive, and he soon lost the Chips in his hand again.

Furthermore, his breathing had become somewhat rapid.

Faced with Zhao Yuan's constant provocations, the white suit suddenly slapped the table and roared, "One last round. I bet all the Chips on your table. Do you dare?"

Zhao Yuan sneered, "I'm afraid you're the one who doesn't dare. Do you still have money?"

The white suit took out another check and exchanged it for the same amount of Chips as Zhao Yuan had on hand.

Then, right in front of Zhao Yuan, he pushed all the Chips onto the gambling table in one go.

This move indeed made Zhao Yuan somewhat surprised, and even a little hesitant.

After all, the Chips he currently held included not only the money he had won, but also his tuition for the next semester.

However, those so-called "friends" beside him were just there to watch the fun and kept egging Zhao Yuan on.

Hearing his friends' repeated persuasion, and looking at the white suit's enviable wealth, he gritted his teeth and pushed his own Chips forward as well.

It was rare for such high stakes to occur at a regular gambling table.

Before long, quite a few people had gathered around to watch the match.

This incident also attracted the attention of the casino, and they soon swapped out the ordinary Dealer and brought over a more professional one to deal the cards.

Once a winner was decided, the casino would definitely use this incident to hype things up.

However, Chen Jiajun, who was watching from the sidelines, shook his head and whispered, "That kid is finished."

After the Dealer was swapped and the cards were dealt, Zhao Yuan's spirits were greatly lifted after seeing his hole cards, and he then looked at the white suit quite provocatively.

But the man in the white suit suddenly laughed, then revealed his hole cards directly.

Then, the crowd around them was in an uproar.

Because the hole cards in the man in the white suit's hand combined with the face-up cards on the table to form a straight flush.

A hand even more powerful than the four-of-a-kind "bomb" in Zhao Yuan's hand.

Zhao Yuan stared at the gambling table with an expression of disbelief, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Impossible... impossible." Zhao Yuan muttered to himself, looking at the result with an expression of disbelief.

Unfortunately, the Dealer at the Gambling Hall pushed his four-of-a-kind aside, then took the man in the white suit's straight flush: "Straight flush wins."

Afterward, he pushed all the Chips in front of the man in the white suit.

Unlike Zhao Yuan, who liked to talk trash after winning, the man in the white suit said to the Dealer: "Exchange for cash."

During this time, he didn't even glance at Zhao Yuan, walking straight out of the Gambling Hall.

Seeing his Chips being taken away, Zhao Yuan slumped into his chair as if all his strength had been drained.

Everything was over; not only had he lost all the money he had won, but he had even gambled away his tuition money.

Zhao Yuan's family was very ordinary, and this money was his parents' last savings.

Without this money, he would very likely be forced to drop out of school.

Thinking of this terrible consequence, he immediately looked at his few fair-weather friends.

"Hey, Thomas, you've won quite a bit today too, right? Can you lend me some money to win back my losses?" Zhao Yuan immediately looked at the black man who was his number one lackey by his side.

Unfortunately, this black man named Thomas refused him without mercy: "Hey, brother, I don't have any money to lend you."

"But, didn't you win a lot of money following me? I will pay you back, we are brothers after all." Zhao Yuan said hurriedly.

Thomas sneered: "Who is your brother? I don't even know you. Right, guys?"

The other few people nodded hurriedly, moving away from Zhao Yuan as if avoiding a plague.

And they went on talking and laughing, planning to use the money they had won to go party.

Such actions left Zhao Yuan completely stunned, his gaze shifting from shock to malice.

Such things were nothing new at the MGM Grand.

"Let's go too, it seems the person I wanted to find has been found." Chen Jiajun tossed the Chips in his hand onto the gambling table, then left with two young demon slaves.

Just after exiting the lobby of the MGM Grand, Chen Jiajun saw the man in the white suit holding some money and distributing it to a few people.

"Doing charity? Is he really the guy I know?" Chen Jiajun laughed, and just as he was preparing to walk over.

At this moment, Zhao Yuan, who had just been thrown out by security, found his way over: "Wait, that is my money, give my money back to me."

This guy had been subjected to multiple stimuli, his mental state was already on the verge of collapse, and he grabbed a stick and charged over, intending to forcibly snatch it from the man in the white suit's hands.

But at this time, a few people blocked Zhao Yuan's path, among them a redneck whose money he had won completely, and who had also been ruthlessly mocked by him.

The man in the white suit looked at the aggressive Zhao Yuan and said indifferently: "Do you still remember these few?"

Zhao Yuan looked at the few people glaring at him and immediately recalled them.

Weren't these the guys he had won everything from until they were penniless? Why would these people appear here?

The man in the white suit continued: "When you used schemes to win the last cent they had, why didn't you think that you would end up in this state today?"

Hearing the words of the man in the white suit, Zhao Yuan felt as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

The few people who had been stripped of their family assets by Zhao Yuan also began to berate him.

All kinds of sarcasm and mockery left Zhao Yuan without even the strength to hold the stick.

The man in the white suit said very seriously to the few people: "I helped you get a portion of your money back, but you had better not hang around Las Vegas anymore. If I see you few appearing at the gambling table again, the next person to win all your family assets will be me."

Hearing the words of the man in the white suit, the few people thanked him profusely.

After spitting at Zhao Yuan, they turned and left.

The man in the white suit looked at the devastated Zhao Yuan on the ground, shook his head, and prepared to leave as well.

But just at this moment, a voice sounded from behind the man in the white suit: "Should I say, as expected of Jin Neng's top disciple? The gambling technique at the table is truly astonishing. Mr. Gao Jin."

Gao Jin turned his head abruptly and saw a man in a black suit with two bodyguards following behind him walking over.

Gao Jin immediately frowned and said: "Who are you?"

The person speaking was naturally Chen Jiajun.

He had originally thought he had found the wrong person and would need to spend some effort.

But he hadn't expected that Gao Jin would actually appear.

Just now at the gambling table, seeing Gao Jin use psychological tactics on Zhao Yuan, he had guessed it was him.

However, Chen Jiajun did not rashly engage; after all, Gao Jin's current temperament was unstable, and Chen Jiajun did not know if he could take on the position of Lao E, so he prepared to observe for a period of time first.

But seeing Gao Jin willing to stand up for those unlucky people, Chen Jiajun knew the person he had his eye on was correct.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Gao Jin: "My name is Chen Jiajun, from Hong Kong, I suppose we are fellow countrymen."

"Hong Kong King Chen Jiajun?" Gao Jin appeared somewhat surprised.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand, appearing humble as he said: "It's all just hype from the outside."

Chen Jiajun did not look down on Gao Jin because he was young; one had to know that this kid had learned psychological warfare from Jin Neng, and he was also a genius whose mental age was already far beyond his peers.

Gao Jin quickly composed his surprised expression: "I wonder what business Sir Chen has with a nobody like me?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "Mr. Gao, you are too humble; in terms of gambling technique, you are certainly not a nobody."

"Thank you." Gao Jin said indifferently: "But what does this have to do with you coming to find me?"

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said with a frank expression: "Isn't it obvious enough? I value your ability, so I want to recruit you."

But what Chen Jiajun did not expect was that Gao Jin refused directly: "Many thanks for Sir Chen's kindness, but I have not yet finished my apprenticeship, so I cannot accept anyone's recruitment."

"Oh?" Chen Jiajun laughed: "But according to my observation, your level has long since reached the level of finishing an apprenticeship, right?"

Gao Jin still shook his head: "My ability is still far from it, many thanks to Sir Chen for being able to think highly of me."

After saying this, Gao Jin turned around and intended to leave.

But at this moment, Chen Jiajun suddenly revealed a strange smile and said to Gao Jin's back: "However... what if I have the thing you want in my hands?"

Gao Jin's footsteps paused, then he turned his head and asked: "Does Sir Chen know what I want?"

"Of course." Chen Jiajun smiled faintly: "What you want most is the information on the guy who caused your family to go bankrupt, isn't it?"

Now, even if Gao Jin was proficient in psychological warfare, his breathing had become rapid at this moment.

Gao Jin's background was quite good; his family once owned a textile mill, and he could be considered to have lived the life of a young master.

But his father fell in love with gambling, quickly squandered the family fortune, and then committed suicide in a sloppy manner.

However, Gao Jin later learned from his mother that his father was not a degenerate gambler, but had been set up by someone.

And that person who set him up was the enemy Gao Jin had been searching for for many years.

Seeing that Gao Jin had taken the bait, Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "If Mr. Gao is willing to work for me, how about I tell you this news?"

"How do I know if what you're saying is true?" Gao Jin quickly calmed down and said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said: "Do you think you have anything worth me lying to you about right now? If you find out I lied to you, can't you just walk away?"

Gao Jin pondered for a while, then nodded and agreed.

Chen Jiajun immediately revealed a smile, then said to Gao Jin: "Then let's change places to talk."

As he spoke, his subordinates had already driven the car over and made a gesture inviting Gao Jin to get in.

Gao Jin had no choice but to get into the car.

After arriving at the hotel suite booked by Chen Jiajun, he said impatiently: "Who exactly is that person?"

Chen Jiajun picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then faintly spat out a name: "Jin Neng."

"What? That's impossible." Gao Jin looked at Chen Jiajun with a face full of shock, as if his entire worldview was about to be overturned.

Chen Jiajun was not surprised at all by Gao Jin's reaction.

If someone told him that the master who raised him and taught him gambling was his own father's killer, he would have the same reaction.

Chen Jiajun said faintly: "Think about it carefully yourself, is there any problem with the person I mentioned?"

Gao Jin suddenly remembered what his mother had said to him on her deathbed.

She said their family's enemy was a guy who always had a smile on his face, but whose smile was chilling.

Just on this point alone, Gao Jin had only ever seen it in his own master.

Added to the fact that Jin Neng was a card sharp, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"How am I supposed to believe you about this kind of thing?" Gao Jin stared at Chen Jiajun and said.

Although he already believed it seventy percent in his heart, he still maintained his skepticism in his words.

Chen Jiajun said faintly: "No need to believe, just go and discover it yourself. Besides, I can give you a chance to take revenge, how about that?"

Gao Jin did not doubt that Chen Jiajun could do this; after all, the title "Hong Kong King" was not earned for nothing.

After a moment of silence, Gao Jin said: "Then what do I need to pay?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "Become the Technical Director of my casino, a thirty-year contract, one million US dollars per year."

Hearing this condition, the corners of Gao Jin's mouth twitched immediately: "You're not hiring a Technical Director, you're making me sign an indentured servant contract."

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said: "The conditions I've given are already the most generous. And it only requires you to handle some experts and train some Dealers; you don't need to stay in the casino every day."

"I'll consider it, and then give you an answer." Gao Jin pondered for a moment and said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "Of course, it's a matter of mutual consent."

After Gao Jin left, a young demon slave walked over from the side: "Boss, you finally found this guy, are you just going to let him go like this?"

Chen Jiajun smiled mysteriously and said: "He has no way to refuse the conditions I offered."

This condition was naturally not the compensation Chen Jiajun offered, but giving him a chance for revenge.

After leaving Chen Jiajun's suite, Gao Jin returned to the villa where his master was staying.

Just as he entered the house, his childhood sweetheart, the junior sister Jin Qing, ran over.

"A Jin, why are you only back now." Jin Qing said playfully: "I told you to take me to the casino and you refused, hmph."

In normal times, Gao Jin might have coaxed his junior sister properly.

But thinking that she was the daughter of his father's killer, Gao Jin felt a sense of revulsion in his heart.

However, he did not show it, and only after perfunctorily saying a few words did he walk into the villa.

Jin Neng, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, asked faintly: "A Jin, why are you only back at this time? Did you get to see the casinos in Las Vegas?"

Gao Jin nodded and said: "It was alright, it's not difficult to win money."

"So, you were gone for that long?" Jin Neng said with some curiosity.

Gao Jin said with a calm face: "I met a Big Boss on the way, and he wanted to recruit me."

"Oh?" Jin Neng laughed: "Someone is already trying to recruit you before you've even finished your apprenticeship; A Jin, you are indeed the disciple I think most highly of."

At these words, Gao Ao, who was sitting to the side with an unhappy face, let out a cold snort.

In this household, the most outstanding one was always Gao Jin.

Even the junior sister he liked was always clinging to him; years of accumulation had long since made Gao Ao jealous to the point of separation.

Unfortunately, Gao Jin's talent was just higher than his, and no matter what methods he used, it was hard to catch up.

Gao Jin smiled and said: "Don't worry, Master, I haven't agreed yet."

"That's right." Jin Neng said with a smile: "You haven't made a name for yourself yet; accepting an investment at this time would definitely be a loss. Make a name for yourself locally in Las Vegas first."

"Yes, Master." Gao Jin nodded and then said: "I'm a bit tired, I plan to go rest first."

"En, go ahead." Jin Neng didn't pay much attention and waved his hand.

(End of this chapter)