"Amazing!" Shi Hu exclaimed. "How could you know? Are you a fortune teller? Then tell me how to avoid the calamity."
Sister Hong sat down and chuckled at Shi Hu: "You're so witty. If I can tell fortune, why do I work here? Pour out your hardship, and you'll feel much relieved; don't worry! Nobody will remember your words in this noisy place."
"Nothing special; I'm just in a bad mood--my brother insists on starting up business with me, and I've been spending his money all these days, but made not even a penny." Shi Hu sighed.
Sister Hong's eyes shined, and chuckled at Shi Hu: "Doing business is the cause. Cheers! Wish you all the very best!"
They drank one glass after another.
With Sister Hong talking with him, Shi Hu drank the wine as fast as drinking water, so he gradually became dizzy and complained: "For example, today we're out to find a proper store, but I'm extremely annoyed by those unscrupulous merchants who charged for 30,000 RMB per square meter for a store with only few passersby. Can you believe that? They obviously treated us as suckers. I would definitely blow his head if it were not for the inconvenience."
"Yeah, of course…" Sister Hong showed her compliance.
While talking, she proposed a toast to lure Shi Hu into drinking more, making him dizzy and his legs shake.
Sister Hong sensed the opportunity. "Want to play inside?"
"What?" Shi Hu was in a daze.
Sister Hong supported him with the hand and chuckled: "Let's play inside."
While talking, Sister Hong put Shi Hu's money in her bag. There were private rooms specially prepared for the young on the second floor of the bar.
They entered a private room and Sister Hong slowly took off her clothes.
Shi Hu gazed at her with puzzle and asked: "Are you drunk? Why are you taking off your clothes? Put them on…"
Sister Hong was a little astonished, for it was the first time she met such a guest. She walked closer to him and said in a charming tone: "Little brother, let me help you relax."
"Relax!? Ok, relax, but put on your clothes first…" Shi Hu was confused and drunk to the pulp; his tops were taken off.
…
With 20 million jetton and a wicked smile, Jin Fucheng was at a table-board of the gambling house downstairs.
The croupier in front of him was already sweating like a pig
"1 million RMB-show your cards." Jin Fucheng chuckled at the banker after opening his bottom palm--royal straight flush.
The banker looked quite pale, and resentfully crumbed the cards in his hands; he fiercely glared at Jin Fucheng: "Man, you have the guts."
"Thanks. People all know that." Jin Fucheng smiled.
He was really good at gambling, winning 25 million RMB within just half an hour.
"Amazing! Never seen such a gambler."
"Follow him; bet what he bets, and we'll make a fortune today."
"Yeah, yeah!"
A group of people followed Jin Fucheng to a table where people were rolling dice. Jin directly threw 25 million RMB on the table.
People around him were busy making a bet, following the decision of Jin. The croupier who was rolling the dice looked pale.
In a dark place, a heeler was flustered in front of a man over 20 years old. "Brother Dao, it's him. He had won 50 million RMB from us. No croupiers can handle him; he's here to make trouble!"
"Eh!" Brother Dao nodded. He walked up behind Jin Fucheng while smoking a cigar, followed by a group of heelers.