"Huh?" Gao Jin was shocked: "Mr. Zhuang!"
He looked back, his pupils shrinking sharply.
You must know that among thousands of sects, inheritance is top secret. Only father and son can pass it on orally, and master and disciple can hide it secretly.
How did Mr. Zhuang know about the Qianmen inheritance? How did he know that Jin Neng still had something hidden for him? Could it be that Mr. Zhuang's magical powers have reached this level? Are there eye spies around Jin Neng?
Zhuang Shikai looked at him with a smile: "I'll give you a word: surrender when you are strong, and borrow flowers to offer to Buddha!"
"Your master refuses to teach me to teach you!"
"Go and understand for yourself!"
Zhuang Shikai waved his hand, looked away, and stopped talking to Gao Jin.
After Gao Jin heard the eight-character motto "Submit when strong, borrow flowers to offer to Buddha", his mind was like a thunderbolt, which made him feel enlightened, and he instantly thought of countless pictures and possibilities.
In the end, everything may be guided by the eight-character motto and become the last resort of the heart tactics!
Gao Jinze sees through all situations instantly! The victory is within your control in a matter of seconds!
"Thank you Mr. Zhuang!"
"Gao Jin has learned a lesson!"
At this moment, Gao Jin put his hands together, bowed deeply, and made a disciple's salute.
"Da da da." Then he turned around and walked off the rooftop, his eyes full of energy, and he returned to a graceful young man.
"Haha." Mr. Zhuang sat on the recliner, raised his head to blow the wind, and smiled softly, showing his noble demeanor.
…
"Ajin, what did Mr. Zhuang tell you?"
In the stairs.
Xi Qi asked with a puzzled expression.
Gao Jin said solemnly: "Mr. Zhuang is giving me some advice. This time I have been greatly favored by Mr. Zhuang and I will work hard for Mr. Zhuang."
If granting a qualification for the competition is considered a small favor, then the last motto is a real favor to Gao Jin!
For no other reason than because Gao Jin is a gambler!
That’s why!
Handing a secret that has not been taught to a thousand people to a gambler, he will be completely sure to defeat his enemies, wash away his shame, regain his dignity, and gain the title of God of Gamblers.
Isn't this a great kindness?
Although Gao Jin has been thinking hard about the last move in private for many years, trying to perfect his own tactics.
However, Jin Neng used his children's personal relationship to blind his mind, and he was distracted by family hatred, which eventually led to the entanglement of love and hate in his heart, blocking his "eyes of the mind."
How can you understand with your heart if you don't have an open mind? Realized the last resort?
This is also the reason why Gao Jin has extraordinary talent but is always stuck at the last step.
If Mr. Zhuang doesn't help him this time, it will be difficult for him to continue to be the God of Gamblers. I am afraid that the title of God of Gamblers will fall on "Ao Ao".
Therefore, Mr. Zhuang has been waiting for Gao Jin, and at least he has waited for Gao Jin. Gao Jin still had clarity in his mind, so he seized the opportunity and hugged the sinful tree tightly.
At this time, "Gao Jin"'s eyes were clear, his fighting spirit restored, and his whole body was filled with confidence, chic, and youthful demeanor.
Xi Qi was standing next to a village girl. Her temperament, appearance, and knowledge were all dwarfed by hers, which made her feel a little inferior and awkward.
So after Xiqi heard Gao Jin's words, he couldn't help but retort: "Mr. Zhuang is the big boss! He is a senior police officer! How can he be the god of gambling..."
"He is all fooling you!"
Xi Qi revealed the secret in one word.
But standing next to him were Mr. Zhuang’s two fans!
Gao Jin immediately raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Xiqi! Shut up!"
"Mr. Zhuang, how can you comment?"
Xi Qi's expression was stunned, as if he had been greatly wronged, and thought to himself: "You were not like this when you first came here!"
Long Wu echoed from the side: "That's right! You can never guess how many chess pieces Mr. Zhuang has, and you can never guess who the chess pieces are next to!"
"Jin Neng? He's just a clown!"
"Qianmen spreads from the mainland again. Mr. Zhuang wants to know that there are so many ways, how can he deceive people?"
Long Wu's expression was serious, his tone was rigid, and he told the truth.
Gao Jin nodded with feeling, and the two looked at each other, unknowingly forming a friendship between men.
Xi Qi pursed her lips: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuang, I'm sorry, two big guys!"
"It's all because of my long hair and short-sightedness! I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing!"
"Well, it doesn't matter. If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, there is no greater good."
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhuang won't argue with little people."
Gao Jin and Long Wu replied one after another.
They even have a tacit understanding.
Five minutes later, a car took advantage of the darkness and left.
A week later.
On the eve of the God of Gamblers Contest.
Zhuang Shikai was wearing uniform and sitting in the regional conference room, listening carefully to Ma Jun's report.
During this time, Ma Jun had already taken the information about "Wu Fusheng" and reported to the Interpol Department, applying for overseas police assistance to find traces of the "Painter" gang.
You know, handling a case is not something that can be done by just sending someone out in a day or two, especially with such a highly confidential and powerful criminal team.
There must be careful investigation, intelligence collection, and personnel arrangements in the early stage.
Except for Ma Jun, the only person in the conference room was Zhuang Shikai, sitting on a stool with his legs crossed and looking at his subordinates in front of him.
Ma Jun said with a serious expression: "According to feedback from overseas police, since the fierce fighting in Thailand and the ink robbery incident, the painter and others have disappeared for a long time."
"His super-A goods are temporarily sold out, and no one can get the goods from him..."
"Bang!" Zhuang Shikai held a green hundred-dollar bill in his hand, flicked his fingertips, and made a clear sound.
Ma Jun seemed to have heard nothing and continued: "However, according to FBI investigation, Wu Fusheng appeared in a painting exhibition in London three years ago and bought two works of a newcomer at a high price. The newcomer's name was Ruan Wen, an overseas Chinese from Hong Kong. , graduated from university in Hong Kong, and then went to the Department of Fine Arts of the University of London to further his studies. He has now immigrated and is now a very famous new painter..."
"Her paintings often fetch high prices, and she has also held an art exhibition. Today, when the art market is not so hot, she is a rare newcomer."
"It's just that the buyers of her works almost never show up, and no one knows who bought them..."
"This is her picture!"
Ma Jun picked up a photo and posted it on the whiteboard.
"She is a woman with beautiful appearance, gentle temperament, and great sense of beauty." Zhuang Shikai looked up at the photo and thought to himself: "Those who study art are really different."
Ma Jun spoke out: "We suspect that Ruan Wen is Wu Fusheng's woman, and the FBI has also gone to investigate. Unfortunately, Ruan Wen said that he does not know Wu Fusheng..."
"Her life trajectory has never seen the shadow of Wu Fusheng, and Ruan Wen now has a fiancé, a well-known young artist in London."
"Snapped!"
There was another clear sound in the conference room.
Zhuang Shikai flicked his fingertips again, making a clear sound on the US dollars, but did not answer Ma Jun's words.
"Fifty deaths! Eighty-two injuries! This is the painter's record in Thailand."
"Twelve dead and all wiped out, this is the painter's record of defeating the American police."
"There is no real information about him in the whole world, just a picture in my hand..."
Zhuang Shikai raised his head and said, "I understand."
"If you continue to follow up on this case, I will personally select someone to contact Ruan Wen!"
Zhuang Shikai stuffed the U.S. dollars in his hands into his pockets, stood up, and said to Ma Jun: "I can't hold back on other aspects. I suspect that the painter is in London. If you want to catch him, you have to get the key."
"Yes, sir!" Ma Jun raised his hand in salute and solemnly responded to the order.
Two days later.
weekend.
Macao.
Haojiang New Casino.
The final of the World God of Gamblers Competition! It is being held in the VIP Casino on the top floor of Haojiang Casino! Prominent gaming bosses around the world
And the leading figures in the gambling world were all present!
"Ha." Gao Jin was wearing a suit and a ring on his hand. His fingertips crossed the corner of the card and he smiled.
He had his hair slicked back, sitting at the gambling table, his eyes shining brightly.
Sitting next to him proudly, his forehead was covered with beads and his expression was very nervous.
There is no way, Gao Jin was too powerful just now! As a side runner, he won consecutive battles and eliminated four players including European and American gambling gods. He had the largest number of betting chips on the table and became a dark horse that no one could have imagined.
Gao Ao was frightened that he could come back alive to participate in the competition, let alone with such an attitude of killing everyone and achieving great feats?
As a minor supporting character, Gao Ao was vaguely aware of the pressure from the protagonist's halo.
The real boss sits at the gaming table.
Mr. Zhuang, Mr. He, Mr. Ye, and many bosses and bosses from the Macau Gaming Industry Association and Las Vegas Casinos were all wearing suits, sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee, and chatting about the live matches with relish.
It is indeed the World God of Gamblers Competition! Not only is the prize money and scale large enough, but the game is also full of twists and turns, and the winner must be the world's gambling god!
If Gao Jin can make a comeback from a desperate situation, it will be even more legendary and will definitely bring huge advertising effect to Haojiang New Casino.
In addition, Shenyan Zhu Laosi, Qianmen Jinneng, Jin Qing and others, as witnesses of the gambling scene, successfully obtained the qualification to watch and sat on the bench in the distant auditorium.
Of course, the one sitting on the sofa is the boss area!
A casino horse boy named Rosen acted as the croupier.
"Mr. Zhuang, the outside market closed ten minutes ago! Most of the orders are for high-to-win! It seems that many people want to bet on the dark horse!" Mr. He lowered his head and said in Mr. Zhuang's ear.
Mr. Zhuang smiled softly: "Sorry, the dark horse five minutes ago is no longer considered a dark horse."
The peripheral odds will be adjusted in real time before the order is cut off. Fifteen minutes ago, Gao Jin was paying 8 to 1, and only 1 to 2 was left five minutes ago, because Gao Jin was so popular! People below are paying like crazy.
Now the two-person competition stopped, Mr. He nodded with a smile, and Mr. Zhuang continued: "Besides, there was a big fool who bought high and won 80 million yesterday! We don't want to make money from others, just make money from him."
Mr. Zhuang glanced at Jin Neng, and Mr. He immediately understood and laughed.
At this moment, both sides stud! The table is full of chips! Gao Jin threw out his trump card: "Three of clubs! Flush! I've got you!"
"Ah?" Gaoao sat across from him, holding the gambling table with both hands, and stood up in disbelief: "Impossible!"
The trick taught by Mr. Zhuang...Gao Jin used it!
