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Zheng Yifan lightly shook the chips in his hand, while Jessica had already exchanged them for large denominations behind him. In Doug Casino, it was rare to see chips piled up like mountains; the newly added high-denomination chips and electronic chips could solve all worries, but most people still preferred using the larger chips.
It was during this use of Dream that so many people were gambling with tens of millions of dollars in chips here, something that had almost never happened before.
Zheng Yifan watched the man in front of him, who was drowsily sipping on Dream. In no time at all, the dice cup was revealed!
The man actually won. Zheng Yifan had never thought that playing dice could be so simple—just a casual toss could lead to victory.
It was simply bizarre.
Gradually, Zheng Yifan became interested in this Fellow. A person who dominated the casino scene turned out to be such an ordinary-looking man, relying solely on luck without any tricks. This had to be abnormal.
Zheng Yifan scrutinized him closely; there was no Vital Energy Fluctuation, so he wasn't a Superpowered Individual. He continued to observe intently.
After ten rounds of betting, the man won almost every time, with only a few rare occasions where he lost all his winnings at once. But he quickly managed to recover them again.
Zheng Yifan found it hard to describe this feeling; it was as if he were looking at a version of himself!
No, this man was far more impressive. He could hardly be called human; this Fellow could be considered a god—a Gambling God!
It was a term created just for him.
As he watched the man gamble, Zheng Yifan began to sense something was off. This man's power must have come from Dream because every time he won money, he would take another cup of Dream and drink heartily.
What properties did this simple beverage possess besides its hallucinogenic effects that could change a person's luck?
Zheng Yifan didn't know, but he certainly wanted to find out.
For a full half hour, Zheng Yifan had been staring at him, while a few people around him placed small bets out of boredom. Seeing Zheng Yifan fixated on the older man, they followed suit and placed their bets alongside him.
Surprisingly, they were winning more than losing, and the chips in their hands were steadily increasing.
However, since it wasn't Zheng Yifan who was leading the betting, they didn't place heavy bets; they typically wagered around thirty or fifty thousand just for fun. They were primarily watching to see what Zheng Yifan was up to.
As time passed, the casino's security personnel began to notice the situation. Zheng Yifan had not consumed any Pink Dream for half an hour. If he didn’t drink soon, he would slip past the control period of the drug, and with him stirring things up, something was bound to happen.
Yet, Zheng Yifan clearly noticed their anxious expressions. When a beautiful waitress approached, he lightly patted her ample backside and took the Dream from her hand, downing it in one gulp.
After that, he continued to stare at the older man. The intensity of his gaze was almost unimaginable; it was as if he was determined to uncover every secret this man held.
Zheng Yifan's focus was entirely on that older man.
He had begun to piece together some reasons. The main factor was the substance within the Dream; it contained hallucinogens and also possessed Vital Energy. Although drinking it provided no immediate sensation, it gradually released energy within the body, circulating through him.
However, the older man was different. All of his Vital Energy would be absorbed and transformed into a kind of power. Similar to Zheng Yifan's Fortune ability, when he possessed this energy, his luck would be exceptionally good.
In reality, large amounts of Vital Energy did not exist in the world. There were no Superpowered Individuals either. The only explanation was that this fellow’s ancestor must have been a Superpowered Individual with extraordinary abilities. Such strength could produce descendants with even more potent genetic power over countless generations, naturally channeling that Superpower for their use.
Unfortunately, there was no longer any Vital Energy in the world. The amount of Vital Energy created by Zheng Yifan was sparse; only the Vital Energy contained in drinks like Dream—produced using Vital Energy technology—could be fully utilized by him.
Understanding the situation left Zheng Yifan shaking his head helplessly. He couldn’t take the older man away; he simply couldn't. Prolonged use of Dream had completely destroyed his brain. If he stopped using it now, he would become a fool—a genuine idiot—and it would be better to let him enjoy himself for a little longer.
With clarity on his confusion, Zheng Yifan felt even more disgusted with this casino. If this man were to be swindled out of everything he owned, he might resort to suicide and drag many others down with him. Even if he won money, long-term use of Dream would turn him into a fool.
In short, there would never be a good outcome.
The only true winner seemed to be the Boss of the casino. Perhaps the employees were also successful, as they earned substantial commissions.
Just like the Dealers, their commissions were more than ten times what they used to make.
“Jessica! Let’s play a bit! After all this time, I’ve figured out the rules!” Zheng Yifan shook the chips in his hand and casually tossed a one Billion Dollar chip onto the table.
He was betting on 17. This was the point with the highest odds; a 17 had odds of ten to one, meaning if he hit this, it would be a Billion Dollars—one-tenth of the casino's wealth.
Zheng Yifan’s confidence didn’t guarantee others would feel the same. The Dealer’s face turned pale in an instant. If he lost, it wouldn’t matter much, but if Zheng Yifan won, he would be in serious trouble—fifty billion dollars was almost enough to completely rebuild Doug Casino.
“Lingling!” A ringing sound interrupted him as a sleek phone vibrated beside him.
Zheng Yifan watched as he answered the call and exchanged a few words. The color returned to his face, and his gaze towards Zheng Yifan sparkled with renewed energy.
“Sir, if there’s no change, your bet is locked in!” the Dealer shouted, slowly lifting the dice cup.
Six-six-five—seventeen!
Exactly seventeen. Zheng Yifan felt nothing, but it seemed like a breeze had swept through, especially for Mario and Bag, the two Brothers beside him. Their mouths almost pouted as they stared at the betting table, their fingers seemingly counting something.
They were counting how much money they had; each of them had bet ten million dollars. They stood to gain five Billion Dollars!
That was a figure they had never dared to imagine before, but it was all possible because of this one gamble.
“Yay!” The two cheered excitedly. But a second later, their expressions turned bitter as they looked at their Boss. Although they were about to become rich, that money was still just chips. Turning it into cash and getting it to the bank would be extremely difficult. With their capabilities, it was impossible to take that money out of Las Vegas; everything depended on Zheng Yifan.
Only their Boss had the qualifications to win that money.
However, it was clear that they were worried for nothing. Zheng Yifan didn't care about the money; his main goal was to take over this casino and the production plan of Dream.
That was what truly mattered.
"Hello, sir! Due to the enormous amount you have won, we need our Boss to personally check before we can hand it over to you!" The Dealer bowed and awaited their Boss.
This was a directive from their Boss earlier; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to accept such a bet. It was already rare to encounter a 17, but once it happened, it was always multiplied. The 1% cut was far too little compared to this amount.
Only their Boss, Old Daoist Ge, could decide on such a large wager; even the Boss's son couldn't do that.
Silence! It was incredibly quiet. Those who had consumed Dream were all staring intently at Zheng Yifan in front of them. Fifty Billion Dollars—that wasn't just a number; in some countries, it could make someone a billionaire. Such a huge sum was about to be pocketed. Who wouldn't be envious? Everyone was fixated on those two betting positions with the Odds, ready to place their own bets here.
"Hahaha!" A loud laugh echoed from the elevator, filled with a wild exuberance that felt like a wave crashing down. It made Zheng Yifan's ears ache; this person was definitely powerful—not just someone with strength but someone who had long held a commanding presence.
"I never expected that Doug Casino would welcome the chairman of the world's most promising company group. Your presence truly brings glory to my establishment!" Old Daoist Ge spoke Mandarin exceptionally well, and his words made Zheng Yifan feel warmly welcomed.
Of course, he remained extra cautious; someone like this was simply too formidable. No one knew what kind of trump cards they held.
"The company is nothing compared to your Doug Big Boss's grandeur. A casino as magnificent as this, backed by a company as vast as a mountain—that is what I truly admire!" Zheng Yifan's words were sincere. In just two months, Old Daoist Ge had amassed numerous companies under his control, and the shares he held were likely substantial.
In these two months, Old Daoist Ge had gathered a massive amount of capital and had become an enormous entity.
Hundreds of millions? To him, that was just money. He even held 48% of Fruit Company’s shares; if that were made public, it would already be worth more than this casino. Moreover, it was the largest antique in his company.
Unfortunately, he had never considered taking control of that company; he preferred simply collecting money instead—otherwise, what would happen if he worked himself to death?
His reckless son was not an easy burden; no matter how busy he got, he never knew when his son would stretch out his legs and end up losing everything.
"Zheng Boss, if he were a company, there would be no big companies left in the world. The most promising Clean Energy Company globally will rely on Zheng Boss for survival in the future. Right now, the United States is preparing to sue Hope Group for monopolizing Clean Energy! Who knows when they will start making their move!" A hint of a smile appeared on Old Daoist Ge's face.
It was all nonsense; how could he stand at such a height? Only the truth could attract the attention of the young people across from him.
However, he was destined to be disappointed. These matters belonged to Berry; what did they have to do with him? All he wanted was money and resources, and that was enough. To put it bluntly, wasn't his Clean Energy Company just a means to earn money and exchange it for resources in the Apocalyptic World?
Even if the Clean Energy Company went bankrupt, it would only mean losing some money; he could make it up in other areas.
Zheng Yifan's calm demeanor truly shocked Old Daoist Ge. If he had such news, his eyes would surely bulge with disbelief. Monopolies in America were like the tightening headband on Sun Wukong; one could never escape.
An inescapable constraint—everyone! No one could be spared.
Zheng Yifan naturally couldn't either. But he didn't care; what could anyone do about it?
"It doesn't matter; if I can't do Clean Energy, I can run a casino! I already have a Billion Dollars in hand. I wonder if Mr. Doug is interested in a high-stakes gamble! The stakes are the entire Doug Casino!" Zheng Yifan gestured around him as he spoke to Old Daoist Ge.
Zheng Yifan's goals were clear, but he also planted a seed in Old Daoist Ge's mind. He had long wanted to let go; when the time came, he would entrust everything to lawyers and foundations, completely freezing all shares while allowing his son to use only the profits.
This way, his family business could last for hundreds of years, enabling future generations to stand firm.
The casino was the most profitable industry in the world—a notion deeply rooted in Old Daoist Ge's heart—but it was also the most dangerous industry. No one knew when death might strike or when the government might come down hard and shut down the casino.
He was merely operating his business with trepidation.
Ever since he obtained that mysterious stone and acquired more assets, he had wanted to let go. He knew that if he continued down this path, problems were inevitable. Now, finally, a potential successor had appeared.
Although he didn't fully understand what a successor meant, it held a similar significance in his heart.
"Sure! We can place a bet, and the outcome will be revealed at the gambling table. Everything begins with a gamble; you can choose any game you like, and I will play along with you." Old Daoist Ge lightly tapped the gambling table, everything was prepared, and the entire VIP hall was cleared out—no one could escape.
Clear out! Completely clear out. They could watch from a distance, but they absolutely could not touch.
This century's gamble, a bet worth billions of dollars, was about to begin.
However, it was evident that things were not going as planned. Zheng Yifan and Old Daoist Ge were ready, but the Legal Team nearby had additional concerns.
If they wanted to proceed through legal channels, they would need a much larger gambling event, more witnesses, and to invite officials to act as notaries. Only then could this gamble truly unfold.
Otherwise, such a massive flow of funds would catch even the authorities in Las Vegas off guard.
A few words could potentially shift the world's economy.
Zheng Yifan needed to stake 10% of the Clean Energy Company. This was what Old Daoist Ge demanded; he had already calculated the price and had made a significant concession on it, fearing that Zheng Yifan might refuse. He had high hopes for Hope Group's Clean Energy Company.
This time, he could not use Dream! (To be continued)
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