"Congratulations, Mr. Gao."

"Congratulations, Mr. Gao." After Zhuang Shikai and Gao Jin shook hands, they took two steps back and gave up the venue to others.

Mr. He, Mr. Ye and other bosses each came forward, politely, smiled and shook hands with Gao Jin.

"Thank you Mr. He, Mr. Ye, Mr. Hans..." Gao Jin shook hands one by one and politely thanked them.

These people are all big bosses in the world of gambling, casino owners in Macau and Las Vegas. Regardless of whether they are sponsors or not, they are not people Gao Jin can offend.

Mr. He, Mr. Ye and others were polite to Gao Jin, and there was some appreciation, but they still had a slight distance and sense of propriety, which was the attitude towards a lower-ranking person.

I can't find fault with the boss in this regard. Gao Jin also knew it well and behaved in a gentle and graceful manner, which was very outstanding.

"Go out and greet the cheers." After Gao Jin, Mr. He and others finished greeting, Zhuang Shikai stepped forward and patted Gao Jin on the shoulder, raising his hand to signal Gao Jin to walk onto the red carpet.

"Huh." Gao Jin took a deep breath: "Yes, Zhuang Sheng."

"Squeak." The two mahogany doors of the VIP top-floor casino were slowly opened by four concierges. With a click, a huge burst of exposure instantly illuminated the entire venue.

Gao Jin walked onto the red carpet holding the trophy in one hand, smiling and bowing all the way, and walked out facing the camera.

Zhuang Shikai and others stayed in the hall, lighting up cigars, pinching or pinching them with their fingertips, puffing away smoke, chatting and laughing. The watches on their wrists, the precious stones and rings on their fingers, and the clothes and jewelry all showed luxury, style, and wealth.

None of them looked at the camera. At most, they left an inconspicuous back figure, and they were quickly blocked by the bodyguards around them, so that their true faces would not be revealed. However, they are the class that truly controls the direction of the world.

They chatted freely with each other about the game just now, whether it was about love, hate, twists and turns, or life and death, it was all just talk.

Very cold! Very cold! But coldly true!

While talking and laughing, they only regarded the story just now as a wonderful "movie", and regarded the dignified God of Gamblers as a "younger brother", "actor", "newcomer" and "a wage earner".

And they are willing to give up the red carpet to small roles.

Don't bother walking this red carpet.

Because they can approve this red carpet if they want. After being praised as the God of Gamblers, they can also be praised as the Saint of Gamblers. If they like, they can also be praised as the "Gambler", the "Thousand Kings", and a girl as the "Sparrow Saint".

But what's the point? It's just a game played by big shots. It's just the same trick of following a celebrity, but using different things.

"Huh." Zhuang Shikai raised a large whiskey glass, held a cigar between his fingertips, took a deep breath of white mist, and toasted to Mr. He proudly.

"Ding!" Two classic whiskey glasses collided together, and a steady echo sounded like a bell. The two looked at each other, smiled, and raised their glasses to drink together.

When Zhuang Shikai raised his wine glass with the hand holding the cigar, he suddenly turned back and looked out the door: "Haha."

He is a big shot!

Gao Jin walked on the red carpet to meet the flashing spotlight and the onlookers, jealousy, envy, and adoration of many international punters.

The red carpet under his feet was dyed red with blood.

He is a nobody!

This is the difference between big people and little people, and small people should always keep in mind the teachings of big people.

Not for anything else, just because the big shot doesn't hate him, just because he can become a big shot one day.

Therefore, Gao Jin whispered that "Long Wu" was walking beside him with his bodyguards, trying to ensure that he was not caught in the camera. As a specially trained soldier, Long Wu was naturally familiar with this, and immediately took Gao Jin's orders.

They arranged everything carefully, not only bringing someone to block Gao Jin's face, but also asking reporters to delete photos that might show his face. They also gave reporters a big red envelope, and all problems were solved.

Today, when the "World God of Gamblers" dominated the entertainment headlines, there was no face of the God of Gamblers, Gao Jin. He was only wearing a suit, with a slicked back haircut, and a handsome profile.

Gao Jin also always kept Mr. Zhuang's teachings in mind and wrote low-key and pragmatic into his life motto. He never stood in front of the camera in his life, making "never take pictures" a sign of the God of Gamblers... Many years later, he was known as the "God of Gamblers" in the world of gambling.

When the name was famous all over the world, many people had seen it and knew the true face of the "God of Gamblers" in Lushan.

night.

Nine o'clock.

Macau, Lisboa Hotel, observation floor.

Tonight is a banquet to celebrate the success of the "World God of Gamblers Competition" and the fame of "Haojiang New Casino".

Choosing the address in Lisboa instead of Haojiang is very particular, as it represents the close cooperation between Lisboa and Haojiang.

At most, there is a competitive relationship, not a hostile relationship.

After all, Mr. Zhuang took the initiative to sell his shares in Haojiang to Mr. He, and Mr. He did not dare to mess with a ruthless person who dared to cross the sea to kill people at a young age.

The two parties also communicated through the Gaming Association and had a good standard and tacit understanding. They each knew what was in their minds. In fact, they played the role of business partners. The goal was to make the Macau gaming industry bigger, the cakes rounder, and the soup dumplings bigger.

Everyone makes money together.

Rather than being hostile to each other and suppressing each other, the Macau gaming industry is in chaos, bleeding blood and making money.

Of course, the prerequisite for you to make money by being harmonious is that you can destroy your job! Not that you can only make money by being harmonious!

Rose is currently even discussing a plan to acquire equity with "He Sheng", and the two parties plan to reach a state of mutual shareholding...

The close cooperation between the two parties does not mean that the outside world knows. If you want the outside world to know, you have to take some action.

Tonight’s private reception is the highlight! It’s the same as a press conference!

"Ding."

A corner for the reception.

Rose was wearing a white dress, brought a dessert, squatted on the ground with her legs bent, and gently placed the dessert on the table.

Zhuang Shikai crossed his legs, held a champagne glass in one hand, and leaned on the sofa in a suit. His whole posture was domineering and majestic, and he was slowly swaying sparkling champagne in his hand.

He raised his hands to the side.

"Ding!"

Gao Jin quickly raised his glasses and clinked them.

Compared with Mr. Zhuang's casual and dignified sitting posture, Gao Jin's legs are flat and his waist is not resting on any cushion, which makes him look very regular and formal.

What's the saying?

Details reflect status!

Mr. Zhuang raised his glass and took a sip of wine. Gao Jin quickly followed suit. Rose, who was already accustomed to this scene, smoothed her skirt and stood up, walking elegantly towards the crowd.

In front of Sir Zhuang, she was an elegant and sweet cat, but when she walked into the crowd, she looked like a proud peacock.

Don't forget, she is the eldest sister of the Vietnamese gang. She exchanges drinks with the big bosses, showing her status and negotiating interests with her words.

That means you will behave better in front of Sir Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is facing the viewing area, looking at the glass and the scenery outside the window...

The Ruins of St. Paul's, the long and narrow streets, the stacks of low-rise residential buildings, and the distant seabirds flying high over the sea.

He only left a silhouette of his back to the guests in the hall.

"How about it?"

"Do you want to sign the contract? Do you want 50 million US dollars?"

At this moment, Mr. Zhuang was tasting the champagne, and the first thing he said was this sentence.

As for the conditions for the championship bonus...

Gao Jin naturally already knew.

But Gao Jin didn't think twice and answered readily: "Yes!"

"I signed this contract!"

Isn't it just a ten-year contract? Anyway, the annual salary of one million US dollars a year is not low. Being a technical director in a casino does not require publicity. At most, you can deal with gambling masters from the gambling world.

Isn’t it nice to win 50 million US dollars in the competition? It’s very nice!

What's more, the "God of Gamblers" wants to use fifty million US dollars to do some good deeds...

Zhuang Shikai nodded: "Okay."

"Papa!" He raised his palm and patted it twice. Long Wu came forward with a contract with a pen on it. He stretched out his hand and handed it to Gao Jin: "Mr. Gao, please sign."

Oh ho!

They had only known each other for a few days, but Long Wu, who was boring and boring, actually called Gao Jin "Mr. Gao".

Something is wrong with you!

Zhuang Shikai shook the wine glass again, secretly surprised.

Gao Jin smiled, took the contract, picked up the pen, and signed the employment contract...

Swish! The two big characters with dragons and phoenixes were settled. Gao Jin touched the paper with a pen, finished it gently, closed the folder and returned it to Long Wu.

Long Wu clamped the folder on his arm, took two steps back and stood next to Sir Zhuang.

Sir Zhuang did not read the contract, but raised his eyebrows: "Ah Jin."

"How do you plan to spend the fifty million?"

It would be bad if Gao Jin used it to redeem someone's life.

Fortunately, Gao Jin replied calmly: "I want to set up a charity fund to help poor children around the world, which can be regarded as doing something good."
To be continued...