Chapter 787: 779 Soros Fund Bribes an Undercover Agent! Xi Gui: Need to Add More

Hong Kong Island, Soros Fund Management.

"Boss Jones~~~"

"The US headquarters has sent the boss's approval; please check your email."

"Good."

Jones opened his computer's email and began to read.

"Establish a specialized intelligence team to closely monitor the movements of Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu and his Five Star Group — George Soros!"

Jones thought for a moment, then called his assistant to arrange a meeting.

Ten minutes later, the core team of the Soros Fund gathered in Rodney Jones's office for a meeting.

"The boss has said we need to collect internal intelligence on the Five Star Group. Everyone, share your thoughts on how we should go about it."

Barker, who was in charge of field operations, said: "The basic methods for intelligence gathering are nothing more than going undercover, bribery, and tailing; these three are the most common."

"First, we can start with former employees. People who have left must have plenty of internal information. Spend some money, find a headhunting firm to act as a go-between, and offer a price they can't refuse."

"Former employees? Does the Five Star Group have any former employees?"

"I don't believe there aren't any; we can go look for them."

Tom, an analyst on the team, pushed up his glasses: "Regarding going undercover, I have a Vietnamese-descent friend who used to be in the US Special Forces. We could try to get him in as a security guard; during shift rotations, he could gain access to the door security permissions for every floor."

"It might be quite difficult for someone of Vietnamese descent to get in..."

"Find a local?"

"Unless we can find locals who are in debt to get hired, but I think that's too slow. I think we should check who in the Five Star Group owes money; we could bribe them... or simply set a trap, gamble, and make some middle manager owe a huge sum."

"There is another method; I think we can start from the bottom. The cleaning ladies, the pantry servers—these people are inconspicuous, but they move through every floor every day. Add three thousand a month to a cleaning lady's pay and have her keep an eye on documents that weren't shredded properly in the trash; build a good relationship with the pantry servers, as they can hear the executives chatting."

Twenty minutes later,

a rough framework for the intelligence team was established.

The plan, the person in charge, outreach, funding... and so on, were all decided.

Jones stood up, his gaze sweeping over the core members present:

"Then it's settled."

"First, find former Five Star Group employees, use headhunters to make contact, and offer high prices."

"Second, investigate middle-management financial loopholes, pick targets to set up gambling traps, and force them to comply."

"Third, handle the cleaning ladies and pantry servers, paying them monthly in exchange for information."

"Fourth,..."

"Remember, be cautious... Meeting adjourned!"

Everyone responded one after another and walked quickly out of the office.

Jones walked to the window, watching the traffic flowing below, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the tabletop.

For some reason, he felt he had overlooked something.

In a flash, several days passed.

The Philippines,

Okada Manila Casino.

Night shrouded the casino, but the brilliant lights outside illuminated the entire place, bright as day, a sea of gold.

At this moment,

the casino was bustling with noise; the humming of spinning roulette wheels, the crisp sound of colliding chips, and the shouts of gamblers—either excited or frustrated—were all intertwined.

At one of the tables, it was a blackjack table.

That is, blackjack.

Xi Gui and Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao were squeezed together, a stack of chips already piled up in front of them.

(Image, PS: Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao is from "Dance with Dragon", Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao is from "King of Comedy"; they are not the same person.)

Xi Gui was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, clutching two cards tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the force.

Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao was wearing a floral dress, watching nervously.

"This hand will definitely win!"

The dealer expressionlessly dealt Xi Gui another card. Xi Gui peeked at a corner, his eyes lit up, and he slammed the table.

"Nine! Three cards totaling nineteen!"

He almost roared it out; his voice was exceptionally loud in the noisy casino, drawing everyone around to look at them.

Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao also clapped excitedly: "Great! We definitely won!"

The dealer remained expressionless. The cards in his hand were a six and an eleven, totaling seventeen. When the third card was flipped over, it was a four, and a wave of sighs suddenly erupted from those around them.

Twenty-one!

The smile on Xi Gui's face instantly froze, and Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao was also stunned.

"How could this happen..." Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao was suddenly dejected.

Xi Gui was so angry he slapped the table, grabbing his hair in frustration: "Damn it! Just missed by one!"

He watched the dealer take away the chips in front of them, his eyes turning red—he was a gambler who had truly lost.

"Again!"

Xi Gui slammed the table in a rage: "Lend me another million, I can still win!"

Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao hurriedly grabbed him: "No more, you've already lost over 8 million in the last two months; let's stop gambling, okay?"

Xi Gui's eyes were red: "No! How can someone keep losing? My luck must be coming soon!"

Finally, he found the casino manager to borrow more money.

"Mr. He, you gamble like this every time, and you lose every time; this isn't a solution..."

"Your reminder makes sense, I'll just borrow 5 million at once!"

Casino manager: "............"

He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

That's not what I meant, hey.

Casino manager: "I'll apply to my superiors."

The casino manager called to report it, and not long after, the higher-ups actually approved the 5 million.

Casino manager: "????"

In the past, this Mr. He had submitted his identification documents to the casino and borrowed twice before.

Now it added up to over 10 million.

It seemed this Mr. He's identity was not ordinary; otherwise, the higher-ups wouldn't have approved it.

His attitude couldn't help but become respectful.

Thus,

Xi Gui and Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao headed back to the casino with 5 million.

Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao felt something was very wrong and hurriedly tried to persuade Xi Gui, but Xi Gui was like someone possessed: "Don't stop me, I will definitely win it back this time!"

Thus,

another half-day passed, and it was evening.

Xi Gui won at first, then lost, then won again, then continued to lose... finally, the 5 million was lost in one go.

Liu Liu Liu Liu Piaopiao was a bit scared; that was over 10 million!

Just like that, it was gone.

Gambling was simply too terrifying.

Xi Gui stood up and howled in frustration: "I don't believe it, I want to borrow more, I can still win!"

People around them looked over one after another.

Not far away,

two foreigners watched Xi Gui and discussed in low voices.

"It's been confirmed; he's been gambling here for over two months and has lost over 10 million..."

"Does this count as a suitable target?"

"If this doesn't count, what does?"

"It shouldn't be a trap, right?"

"Impossible, we only received this mission a few days ago, and he started gambling two months ago."

"Then make contact with him?"

"Report it first, then we'll see."

22:00,

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lounge, the night breeze blew in.

Xi Gui leaned over the railing, holding an empty wine glass, occasionally leaning out as if he wanted to jump off the building, like a gambler who had lost everything and was preparing to commit suicide.

"Sir, alone?"

The voice from behind made Xi Gui's shoulders shrink violently.

He turned around and saw a foreigner in a light gray suit, very tall, with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a gold Rolex watch.

The foreigner held two glasses of wine in his hands and offered one over.

Xi Gui did not take it, but merely stared at the other man, his eyes still clouded with the bloodshot traces of having lost a gamble.

"Looking at you, it seems you've encountered some difficulties."

The foreigner did not insist; he took a sip of his wine himself, his gaze resting on Xi Gui's empty glass.

"A place like a casino—when you're winning, it's like walking on clouds; when you've lost everything, it's like falling into the sea, unable to grab onto anything."