frightfiction Chapter 1196 In the face of self-interest, there are no friends, only adversaries.
Chapter 1196 In the face of self-interest, there are no friends, only adversaries.
Guo Yingnan sighed, knowing that his brothers were unwilling to accept this. It was only natural; those who were out in the world were after fame and fortune. No one would feel good about not taking the fat meat that was offered to them.
Da Bao said slowly.
"Money can never be earned enough, Lao Guo. I know that withdrawing from the Gold Rush this time has greatly damaged your reputation. How about this, Jinsha International and Yongle Palace, I will give you five gambling tables and one VIP room each to Dongxing, and we will split the profits 50/50. What do you think?"
Guo Yingnan didn't hang up the phone. When the leaders of Dongxing heard this, they shouted excitedly.
Five tons of gold may seem like a lot, but how many lives would be lost to seize it? Don't think that Crippled Ho and Ma Shih-hao would easily let go of such a large piece of meat, especially Hung Hing's chief instructor, Lam Yat-ming, who is said to be like a Pixiu, only taking in and never giving out.
If a dispute arises, no matter who gets the gold, they will gain three more enemies. Don't even mention those who are usually on good terms with each other; when it comes to interests, there are no friends, only rivals.
But these ten gambling tables and two VIP rooms are a different story. They're a goldmine! Running a casino is always faster and more profitable than selling flour. Even if you're addicted to flour, you can't squander your fortune in a short time.
But gambling is different; it can bankrupt you in minutes, which is why gambling is the most damaging and casinos are the most sustainable businesses.
This time, the hall masters calmed down. They suppressed their excitement and shouted into the microphone.
"Thank you, boss. Thank you, young master Qin."
After hanging up the phone, Guo Yingnan gratefully cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Da Bao. Da Bao's affection for him was evident, and no further words were needed.
Just then, a loud roar was heard, and the little tiger carried Nuannuan and Niuniu down the steps from the second floor. Behind them followed Uncle Qing, who was panting heavily, holding a bowl and a spoon in his hands.
Uncle Qing shouted as he ran.
"Oh dear, my two lovely ladies, how about you drink this soup? I've been simmering it all afternoon."
The little tiger ran to Da Bao's side, looked back at Uncle Qing, and seemed to be saying, "Go ahead and chase him, go ahead and chase him!"
Da Bao laughed and picked up Nuan Nuan and Niu Niu, then playfully pinched their noses and asked.
"You two naughty devils, you can't outrun your grandpa, so you ride tigers to run away, huh? Grandpa Qing is too old, how can he catch up with you?"
Niu Niu wrinkled her nose and giggled as she spoke.
"Grandpa Qing's soup doesn't taste good."
Da Bao took the soup bowl from Uncle Qing, who was panting. He didn't use a spoon and took a sip directly. Only then did he understand why Niu Niu and Nuan Nuan didn't want to drink it.
People from the South prefer light flavors, especially when making soup. They try not to add salt, or add very little. Niu Niu and Nuan Nuan are from the North, and like Da Bao, they prefer strong flavors. Of course, they can't get used to this bland soup.
Da Bao drank the soup in one gulp, then smiled and said to Uncle Qing.
"Uncle Qing, both of them and Wenwen are not lacking in nutrition, so you don't need to make such nourishing soup for them. Children can just eat normal meals, so this soup is unnecessary."
Uncle Qing stood with his hands hanging at his sides, bowing respectfully as he spoke.
“Young Master Qin, I heard that there is a famine in the country right now, and even the leaders in the central government are not getting enough to eat. I was worried that the three young ladies were not getting enough nutrition, so I thought I would give them some to eat.”
As he gets older, he loves children more and more. Uncle Qing is a man who has no desires now, but he can't resist these adorable children. When he has free time, he plays with these three children. He treats them like his precious treasures and can't bear to be apart from them for even a minute.
Guo Yingnan said with a smile.
"Uncle Qing, I see you like this child so much, why don't you go with Young Master Qin? You can help take care of the young master and young lady."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Qing's face lit up with joy, but he immediately frowned and shook his head, still worried about Guo Yingnan.
Guo Yingnan said with a smile.
"Oh, Uncle Qing, Madam Qin is pregnant with three babies and needs your care. Don't worry, I have so many people here to take care of me, it'll be fine."
Uncle Qing was in a dilemma. He was worried about Guo Yingnan, but he also couldn't bear to part with the little children.
Da Bao waved his hand and said.
"Forget it, forget it. We're going back to the mainland in a few days. The situation there is very tense right now. It's inconvenient for Uncle Qing to go back. Besides, I have a lot of people in my family. If Niu Niu and the others go back, they'll have to go to the military compound, which Uncle Qing can't get into."
"That's alright, maybe we'll come to Hong Kong in a few years. Then I'll definitely ask Uncle Qing to be my butler."
Uncle Qing was delighted upon hearing this...
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Several Japanese soldiers transported the gold to the dockside warehouse, which belonged to the Fujiwara family. Chests of gold were unloaded inside, making those watching from afar extremely envious.
At this moment, in Lei Luo's villa, two sworn enemies, their eyes blazing with hatred, were preparing to fight.
Tonight, the four major families are gathering at Lei Luo's villa, mainly to discuss the gold. They're figuring out how to divide the gold they've seized.
In the living room, several henchmen brought by the big boss were gathered around a round table, playing Pai Gow, making quite a racket.
In Lei Luo's study, Crippled Hao and Ma Shih-hao sat on two single sofas, each holding a large cigar. Their experiences were somewhat similar: both had lost both parents and their families.
That's how I managed to smuggle myself to Hong Kong with my fellow villagers. In Hong Kong, as long as you're willing to work hard, you're guaranteed to have enough to eat.
Both Limpy Ho and Ma Shih-hao were illiterate, but they were lucky enough to run into some powerful older brothers. Ma Shih-hao, with a nonchalant attitude, crossed his legs and kept shaking them.
Limpy Ho pointed at Ma Shih-hao with his cigar.
"Damn it, I really admire Ma Shaolin and you. Two illiterate guys, actually saying you're not selling flour anymore and want to change careers? What can you sell? Milk powder?"
Ma Shih-hao pulled a stack of newspapers from his back and threw them on the table, saying smugly.
"My older brother said he wants to start a newspaper!"
The people present burst into laughter. This was too absurd. Why would someone give up a perfectly good job in the underworld to start a newspaper? Is running a newspaper something that just anyone can do?
Besides, Ma Shaolin and Ma Shih-hao started out as betting stall owners. One worships Guan Yu, and the other worships Wenchang Gong. They have absolutely no connection. How could people like that want to run a newspaper? Isn't that a joke?
Ma Shih-hao still acted arrogantly, patting his leather shoes with a newspaper.
"My older brother said he'd give away calligraphy free with every newspaper purchase!"