Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1362 Fence-Sitter 2 - Leaning Towards One Side



Chapter 1362 Fence-Sitter 2 - Leaning Towards One Side

Da Bao shrugged.

"I'm ready anytime, but if you want to gamble with me, you'll need HK$100 million in chips. Can you afford that?"

"What?! One hundred million?"

Han Yu Liangchen was startled. He had never dared to burn paper money for his grandparents with such a large denomination.

The three people behind him had grim faces and asked in low voices.

"Mr. Hanyu, are you confident you can win?"

Han Yuliang thought for a moment, then nodded heavily.

“I suspect this young man can play cards like me, but it doesn’t matter. I’m much better than him. If it’s Texas Hold’em, I’m sure to win.”

The three men behind him were high-ranking members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, close confidants of the group leader Ishikawa. They whispered among themselves for a moment, then spoke to Daibao.

“One hundred million Hong Kong dollars is no problem, but we have one more request: we need to add the casino’s money lending business. What do you say, young man? Can you make that decision?”

Then a voice came.

"Alright, let's add this bet. If you win, the Yamaguchi-gumi will be responsible for the lending of Sands International and Yongle Palace."

The three turned around and were overjoyed to see He Xin and his secretary walking quickly towards them.

“Then it’s a deal. Tomorrow at 2 p.m., please reserve a private gaming room for us at the casino. I’ll be playing Texas Hold’em with this young man.”

He Xin glanced at Da Bao, and Da Bao nodded slightly.

At that moment, a harsh voice came from behind.

"Sawasdee ka, how could I not be included in such a fun event?"

A Siamese man, his hair, eyebrows, and beard shaved clean, wearing an orange robe that exposed his right arm, and barefoot, strode over. Most striking of all was the two-meter-long blue python coiled around his neck.

Behind the Siamese man were several people dressed in Zhongshan suits. Da Bao immediately recognized them as people from Taiwan. It seems that people from Taiwan also want to get involved in Macau.

After all, this place is only separated from the mainland by a river, and the casinos in Macau are a lucrative business that no one would want to miss.

Da Bao pursed his lips and didn't say anything, while He Xin spoke seriously to the Siamese man, Nai Chai.

“Mr. Naichai, our casino is open for business and naturally welcomes all guests. However, this game requires HK$100 million in chips. I think as an ascetic monk, you probably don’t have that kind of money, do you?”

Nai Cai clasped his hands together, glanced at He Xin with his eyelids rolled, and the man in the Zhongshan suit behind him stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

“One hundred million Hong Kong dollars, no problem, but we have another request. We will offer ten national treasures as a wager, in exchange for 30% of the shares of Yongle Palace and Sands International. Mr. He, is that alright?”

He Xin frowned. These people really didn't come with good intentions. He turned to look at Da Bao, but Da Bao made a face at him, which made him laugh.

He Xin said to Nai Cai and the others with a smile.

"No problem, then let's meet at the casino at 2 PM tomorrow as well."

Da Bao couldn't contain his joy. He didn't care about the money. Ten national treasures? Just thinking about it made him ecstatic. There were so many idiots in the world who were eager to give him money and good things. They were even more filial than his own son.

With the matter at Sands International resolved, Da Bao was eager to go home to see his child, so he took Xiao Dao and left.

That evening, Sir Ho's eldest son, Ho Hau-shing, and Ho Ming-sang came to visit. Of course, they couldn't come empty-handed; they brought a Tang tri-color pottery piece and a painting of ladies by Tang Yin, both of which are national treasures and priceless.

Sir Ho did not kill Ho Hongsen in the end, but sent the seriously injured man to Portugal, where Ho Hongsen's mother's family lived. Perhaps that was his final destination.

This time, Sir Ho didn't try any tricks. He handed over the gambling license and the Lisboa Casino to his two sons. After this incident, the Ho family's power was greatly reduced, and they were no longer able to compete with Da Bao in Macau.

Da Bao now greatly admires He Mingsheng. This guy has taken being a fence-sitter to the extreme, to the point that no one dares to touch him in the end, and they all have to win him over. This makes Da Bao look at him in a completely different light.

Sure enough, after He Houcheng left, He Mingsheng came back. He knelt in front of Da Bao, and there was no longer the obsequious and sycophantic manner he had shown before.

"My lord, I know you look down on me and think I'm a fence-sitter who turns to both sides, but you don't know that in the hearts of both sides, the person they most want to kill is me."

But as long as both sides are vying for power, no one will dare to touch me. Now that Ho Hun Sen has gone to Portugal, I believe he will make a comeback sooner or later, but that will be at least ten years from now.

That old bastard He Tianlu will definitely not tolerate me for that long. I estimate that he will make a move against me in less than ten days because he wants his second son, He Houyu, to take over my position as a police officer.

Once the police leave, I am nothing; my family is like meat on a chopping board, at their mercy.

"Sir, please accept me as your servant, my dog. Rest assured, I will keep a close watch on Haojiang for you."

Da Bao looked at He Mingsheng in amazement. "Wow, amazing! He's allied with whoever is the strongest. Loyalty doesn't matter. His main strategy is to attach himself to the powerful and use their influence to his advantage."

Da Bao glanced at Zhu Youzai, and Zhu Youzai slowly nodded.

“Young Master, with your abilities, it’s impossible for him to betray you. Moreover, I believe he is a dog who can clear all obstacles for you. Haojiang needs him, and we need him too.”

Da Bao smiled and pointed at Zhu Youzai.

"He Mingsheng, this is my disciple, the godfather of the Hong Kong underworld, and our Security Bureau's liaison officer. Hmm, if you want to acknowledge me as your master, then you'll be his disciple, and you'll listen to whatever he says from now on. Any problems?"

He Mingsheng was overjoyed. No matter whose apprentice he became, as long as he could be associated with Da Bao, no one in the entire Haojiang area would dare to touch him.

Da Bao picked up the phone and dialed Charleson's office number.

“Charson, it’s me. This matter has been resolved, but you did put in some effort behind the scenes, which I won’t pursue. Now, I have a suggestion for the security situation in Macau.”

"As the only Chinese person holding a high-ranking position in the Judiciary Police, He Mingsheng should be entrusted with the security of the entire Haojiang area. Only then can we investors feel at ease."

Governor Charleson on the other end of the phone kept saying "okay." After hanging up, the governor plopped down in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief. All day long, the president's special assistant, the speaker of the house, and even the secretary of state's special advisor had all called him, without exception, sternly warning him that if His Excellency the Duke was not satisfied, he would be returned to Portugal for trial, and his sentence would be no less than ten years.


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