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The crazy money stirred Bag's heart, which had been as calm as that of a ten-year-old grandfather.
He had never imagined that he could possess such wealth, a true Rich Tycoon! Six hundred million dollars, a sum he had only dreamed of in the past. Even for a world-class thief, the risk involved in stealing such an amount would be enormous. Yet now, with just a gentle shake of the dice cup, it was already secured.
Even if the numbers multiplied fifty times over, it still wouldn't be an insignificant amount. Moreover, his initial investment wasn't too substantial either.
Zheng Yifan remained indifferent to this; he was simply waiting for the grand gambling event to begin. In just a few minutes, he would be able to indulge in an exhilarating game.
What were Zombies and apocalyptic scenarios? Those were matters to ponder later. The only thing that mattered now was to seize this casino and send that detestable Old Daoist Ge begging for scraps! A retreat? Zheng Yifan had never considered leaving anyone an escape route. However, how to deal with his other resources was still a pressing issue.
“Boss! We should get going; the gambling session starts in half an hour!” Zheng Yifan was still not fully awake from his daze when Jessica kept rubbing her ample chest against him. The sensation was intoxicating.
However, Zheng Yifan had had enough; this woman was fierce for someone who had just tasted forbidden fruit. Just looking at her provocative gaze made him believe that if he nodded, he might not even get out of bed tomorrow.
“Alright, alright! Let's focus on business first. Later, I'll take you all on a trip and pick an island. I think being an island lord sounds great; I often read about it from Golden Deity. How about we call it Peach Blossom Island?” Zheng Yifan smiled as if he had thought of a mischievous idea.
“Peach Blossom Island? What a beautiful name! It must be filled with peach blossoms!” Jessica praised him, though it was unclear how sincere she was.
Zheng Yifan merely curled his lips; he had only said that casually—would it really be called Peach Blossom Island? It needed a cooler name. Peach Blossom Island? Or perhaps Chrysanthemum Island!
As he strolled through the hall, stretching lazily, Zheng Yifan made his way toward the casino's main area, which was now prepared for a professional competition.
However, there were only two main gamblers present: Zheng Yifan and Old Daoist Ge.
Almost no one lingered on Zheng Yifan, not even for a fraction of a second. Who was he? An ordinary young man dressed in pajamas who had walked in—perhaps someone from another casino who had taken a wrong turn.
At the entrance, a group of reporters jostled to get inside.
Among them were domestic journalists; in one corner of the crowd, a female intern followed her senior closely, quietly noting everything happening around her, including the arrival of someone resembling Chad.
But when she carefully observed the person over there, she gasped in surprise, causing several nearby reporters to awkwardly distance themselves from him. Even her senior stepped back slightly; this wasn't the place for reprimanding him. Otherwise, her senior would have taken just moments to teach her how to navigate such situations.
The sound of her exclamation startled Zheng Yifan, and when he turned around, he caught sight of the intern.
“Li Xiaoli!” Zheng Yifan exclaimed, pointing at the intern reporter in surprise.
It turned out to be Zheng Yifan's middle school classmate. Who would have thought that after all this time, she had become a reporter for CCTV and was now in Las Vegas covering a special report on high-stakes gambling. However, it was all just written descriptions; there would definitely be no visual segments.
In China, gambling is strictly state-controlled, and casinos are absolutely not allowed to exist.
“Shh!” Li Xiaoli glanced at Zheng Yifan, urging her to be quiet. Then she pointed to a corner beside her.
Zheng Yifan looked over and saw that it was indeed a blind spot monitored by security personnel. Countless reporters were crowded in front, making this corner completely overlooked.
The security personnel wouldn’t pay any attention to Zheng Yifan; they had already seen her photo. She was one of the main figures in this gambling event. Even if others were not present, as long as Zheng Yifan and Old Daoist Ge were there, the game could continue. If they weren’t around, who would take the stage?
Thus, Zheng Yifan appeared here almost as a free agent, with no one watching her. Naturally, no one noticed her sneaking into that dog-hole-like corner to catch up with her old classmate!
“How did you find such a place? That Cupid above us has such a big butt; it’s almost sitting on me!” Zheng Yifan complained.
“Just be grateful! Being able to come to Las Vegas, the world’s playground, and even get a chance to see those Big Shots up close—consider yourself lucky!” Li Xiaoli frowned at Zheng Yifan's casual outfit.
“As long as I can work well in Las Vegas, who knows when I might get an American Green Card? If that happens, I’ll introduce you to my best friend—a total beauty! You won’t be able to take your eyes off her when she’s in party mode at night!” Li Xiaoli looked at Zheng Yifan and saw no trace of a Rich Tycoon vibe; she probably looked more like a waitress or something similar.
“Oh! I’ve already immigrated; I’m now French. The chances of going back are slim!” At this point, Zheng Yifan felt a bit downcast. After all, leaving home is never easy. Who knew that after getting into so much trouble, she wouldn’t be able to return home?
She could only have her family accompany her here.
Fortunately, her brothers had also found their footing; otherwise, Zheng Yifan wouldn’t know how to explain things.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is a wonderful thing. Moreover, being former classmates made it even more special. Zheng Yifan quietly listened as Li Xiaoli recounted her years of hard work and how much money her father had invested for her to secure this hard-won job.
Zheng Yifan understood very well; what parent doesn’t wish for their child to succeed?
Before gaining the Time-Space Barrier, she too had carried all her parents' hopes on her shoulders.
It has all turned around now. Zheng Yifan has acquired wealth that others could never earn in a lifetime, yet the burden of responsibility has only grown heavier. The tasks he needs to handle have multiplied, leaving him less carefree than before.
In front of him, Li Xiaoli was incessantly recounting her story, while a few reporters shifted aside as if they were making room for a Mudbug.
To them, Zheng Yifan had naturally become just another Mudbug and a casino waiter.
Time ticked away, and before he knew it, Zheng Yifan had learned everything that had transpired since their separation.
This straightforward girl held nothing back.
The people around her found Li Xiaoli increasingly amusing.
Look! There’s still someone so naive—an unremarkable girl with plain looks, who only after arriving in Las Vegas was compared to an ugly duckling. She faced nothing but disdain.
In their eyes, Zheng Yifan was a pathetic figure, struggling alone abroad and unable to even speak the language. No wonder he was reduced to being just an ordinary waiter serving tea in this casino.
They feared he could only manage this job!
Laughter echoed continuously as several multilingual reporters nearby even teased Li Xiaoli among themselves.
They showed no regard for the fact that they belonged to the same country and ethnicity; instead, they spread her story like a joke.
The circle of reporters was small, and everyone present already knew what was happening. Some had even posted about it on their social media, while domestic reporters had long shared it in their circles.
The chatter grew louder, while Li Xiaoli's voice became softer. Eventually, she looked at Zheng Yifan with tear-filled eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know they would go this far!” Perhaps feeling guilty, she couldn’t bear to see Zheng Yifan being discussed by those reporters. She had long gotten used to this environment where seniors could freely mock juniors and even reprimand them, but juniors had to show utmost respect! Li Xiaoli couldn’t escape this rule either and could only cry silently.
“Haha! Let them say what they want; my reputation will never be threatened by them. That’s just noise. But it seems your life isn’t so great!” Zheng Yifan looked at Li Xiaoli and her ordinary cheeks, reflecting the hardships she had endured over the years.
“After today’s event is over, don’t continue being a reporter. Come work as a guest room manager at Doug Casino!” Zheng Yifan said to Li Xiaoli.
He did not know what Li Xiaoli was capable of, but Zheng Yifan did. As an ordinary housekeeping manager, she could certainly handle it. She had been organizing various activities at school, and with Doug Casino's housekeeping department having more than one manager, it didn't matter if they kept someone idle as long as they didn't cause trouble.
Zheng Yifan took out a business card from her pocket, one she had retrieved from Storage Space. On the back of the card, she had written the words "Housekeeping Manager" in bold letters before handing it to Li Xiaoli.
In her dazed expression, Zheng Yifan smiled and stood up, walking confidently through the circle of security personnel and moving forward across the central carpet.
Li Xiaoli stared blankly at Zheng Yifan, feeling as if she were looking at a completely different person. If Zheng Yifan had approached her like this earlier, she would not have dared to recognize her.
The business card in her hand suddenly felt as heavy as a mountain. A senior colleague beside her scrutinized the card that Zheng Yifan had given her but hesitated to reach out and touch it, as if the card represented an unparalleled status.
Zheng Yifan!
Only those three characters were embossed in gold foil on the otherwise plain paper card.
What made it even more eye-catching was the emblem embedded above—a shape resembling an arrow.
The entire arrow was inlaid with tiny diamonds, with a single diamond at the very tip that sparkled brilliantly.
This diamond was worth fifty thousand dollars. There were only one hundred such cards lying in Zheng Yifan's Storage Space.
They represented an incomparable status. (To be continued...)
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