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Zheng Yifan couldn't care less about others. A beautiful night had been ruined by a joke-like gamble, leaving him feeling utterly miserable. Moreover, there was a beautiful companion in bed, while here he was, surrounded by nothing but an old man who seemed half-dead. He had no desire to linger any longer. Amidst the crowd's chase and astonished gazes, he quickly vanished into the throng.
His destination was his hotel, his future Las Vegas!
He aimed to make this casino the only Las Vegas in the world, where one establishment represented an entire city. Zheng Yifan's goal was to achieve just that. Doug Casino needed a name change as well, but the specifics would have to wait until Zheng Yifan had a burst of inspiration.
His purpose was still to check on his assets. In the past, he had led various projects like the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station, but he was not merely a finisher; he had invested time and emotion into this casino. Zheng Yifan wanted to appreciate his own enterprise.
He had never inspected his company before; even now, the number of people at Hope Group who had seen him could be counted on one hand—just a few.
Doug Casino was different. With plenty of time on his hands and no need to worry too much about the apocalypse, Zheng Yifan was both inspecting and looking for a place to unwind.
The presidential suite was always the most luxurious part of the hotel. Zheng Yifan's final stop was there. He glanced at all the other entertainment facilities and accommodations; none of the staff appeared anxious. They simply had a new boss and would inevitably whisper among themselves, fearing their salaries might decrease.
Zheng Yifan had no intention of cutting wages. Profits came from expanding sources rather than pinching pennies. The little savings wouldn't even cover his usual expenses!
The presidential suite was the most profitable area of the entire casino outside of gambling itself—without exception.
Those who stayed here were rich tycoons, and their spending during gambling was vast. The world's famous wines, cigarettes, and models were luxuries found here. Special competitions occurred weekly, including major boxing matches and underground fights—opportunities for significant capital accumulation.
Zheng Yifan didn't need to worry about managing the casino; he couldn't even if he wanted to. His role was simply to provide equipment and select suitable talent for operations.
As he entered the presidential suite, Zheng Yifan truly experienced luxury. He had never enjoyed such an extravagant lifestyle as that found in grand sailing hotels, but here he possessed every indulgence he could imagine.
While inspecting, Zheng Yifan suddenly heard a commotion—a turning point for Doug Casino—where no one dared to stir up trouble.
But now, someone was causing trouble here, smashing everything in the hotel.
The sound of violent crashes echoed as exquisite porcelain and silverware shattered on the floor.
Zheng Yifan, even though he had just entered the room, immediately noticed the shards of broken porcelain scattered on the ground.
"What is going on here? Is there anything this guest requires that we cannot fulfill?" Zheng Yifan asked the room service as he stepped into the guest room.
His image had already been conveyed to every employee when the gambling session ended. They had all received a portrait of Zheng Yifan, so there was no chance of mistaking him for someone else.
"Boss!" Several employees nodded in acknowledgment upon seeing his well-dressed appearance. Zheng Yifan had already become the Boss. They were unaware of the new Boss's temperament and could only try to appear more submissive.
Zheng Yifan observed their distress and the suite that was nearly destroyed. Inside the room, three women were beaten and bruised, gasping for breath on the floor. Three cleaning staff and two security guards looked grimly at the middle-aged man across from them.
The man, probably in his thirties, a white guy with a pale face, glared at the cleaning staff and security guards with displeasure.
"What are you doing? Can't you see I'm playing a game? How dare you interrupt me at this time!" The man shouted angrily at the security guards, pressing a cigar hard against one guard's arm.
The guard wore a short-sleeved shirt, and the burning tip dug into his flesh, releasing a charred smell.
"Sir, please leave Doug Casino. Mr. Doug has already lost Doug Casino; this is our new Boss. Please show respect to our Boss!" Although the two security guards were hesitant to confront Mr. Doug's son, they felt compelled to assert themselves in front of their new Boss.
Zheng Yifan watched with satisfaction as the two security guards and three cleaning staff stood before him.
"You two will be promoted one level from now on; as for you three, your benefits will be increased by one level as well. Let's see what positions you can take on with this slight elevation!" Zheng Yifan said a few words, and Jessica behind him quickly took notes. Her job was to record all of Zheng Yifan's instructions verbatim and ensure they were executed accurately.
The middle-aged man across the table stared in disbelief at everything unfolding before him. He couldn't understand Chinese, but judging by the expressions around him, this Fellow seemed to be a person of great decision-making ability, and everyone was listening to him attentively.
He still couldn't accept that his father had lost all their wealth. He was still immersed in the life of a rich Young Master, enjoying lavish meals and receiving the most love and attention from women.
It was his greatest pleasure to see those who usually struggled in life weep and plead for a morsel of food from him. But now! Zheng Yifan had shattered his fantasies. The entire casino had spiraled out of control, like a Wild Horse running free, rampaging without restraint. The expressions of those around him had completely flipped; the Fellows who once followed him, waiting for rewards, now wore stern faces as if he were a stranger.
If anything, they looked even less favorable.
He was on the verge of madness. His father was a brilliant man who had built Doug Casino from scratch and had recently expanded their assets significantly. There was no way all that could have been lost in the casino!
"Do I... do I still have any money?" he asked incredulously, unable to believe he had truly become a Mudbug—a pauper.
"Yes! You do have money—49 billion in foreign debt, which is your father's gambling debt to me. If you don't file for bankruptcy, my lawyer believes we can recover all of it!" Zheng Yifan replied calmly.
Jessica translated with a smile; this Fellow was like a Rich Tycoon version of an Otaku, over thirty yet still living in a fantasy world.
Zheng Yifan could only mark a turning point in his life.
From now on, his life would likely not be easy; in America, bankrupt individuals often lived worse than beggars. (To be continued...)
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