Trafford's Trading Club

Feng Shan smiled slightly and said, “However, we can’t provide you with so much cash, Mr.

Liu.

We can only do bank transfers or checks…

Which would you prefer?” “Two checks, please,” Liu Zixing said calmly, “One for eighty-nine million five hundred thousand, and the rest… deposit it into this account.”

He wrote down an account number and handed it directly to Feng Shan. “Sure.” Feng Shan maintained his gentle smile, “Mr.

Liu, you’re welcome to wait in our VIP room for a moment.” “No need, I’ll wait right here.” Liu Zixing sat back in his original seat. “Please wait a moment.” Feng Shan didn’t say much, nodded, and left with A Jie.

Nobody approached Liu Zixing at this moment—even those who knew him, they all avoided… Even with him about to hold nearly six hundred million in cash. “Could this be a show put on by the casino?” asked an uninformed but conspiracy-theory-loving boss. “Hard to say, you all don’t know this hotel, but behind… it isn’t necessary.” said a small leader from a provincial land department, knowing a bit but not much. “Tell me?” asked a curious rich young master. “Six hundred million seems a lot to us, but for what’s behind this casino, it’s not even a drop in the bucket,” explained a wealthy businessman from another province, who knew a bit more, conveniently there to assess the market.

The discussion continued, seemingly unable to reach a conclusive result… they could only wait for further news about Liu Zixing.

After all, he was someone from the circle; eventually, someone would know a bit. …

Feng Shan was arranging for the checks to be prepared, now looking at A Jie and asking, “Has his good luck been broken?”

Clearly, he was more concerned about such an unusual thing.

A Jie shook his head, his expression complex, “Frankly, it hasn’t been broken.

Director Feng, I’m sorry for losing the three hundred million this time.

I’ll cover it for the gambling hall, but I need some time.

There’s still two months before the Las Vegas gambling tournament; I need to wait.” “There’s no rush for this.” Feng Shan shook his head, puzzled, “You say it wasn’t broken, but didn’t he lose the last two rounds already?” “What if he lost on purpose?” A Jie suddenly said. “You mean… he deliberately lost?” Feng Shan asked in surprise, “He doesn’t understand gambling, and even used others to help; how is that possible?”

A Jie let out a breath, marveling, “Director Feng, it’s not just winning that counts as good luck.

True good fortune is… getting what you wish for, winning if you want to, and losing if you choose to.”

Feng Shan thought about it and found it made some sense, seeing Liu Zixing’s calm demeanor, he was inclined to believe it a bit more, “Indeed, the world is vast, and anything can happen…

This guy, we’ll have to keep an eye on him…

Hmm, the checks are ready, deliver them.

I have other matters to follow up on.”

A Jie nodded, took the checks and left directly.

A moment later, another man came to Feng Shan’s side, whispering, “Brother Panther’s people are on their way, expected to block Liu Zixing outside.” “No one noticed?” Feng Shan asked calmly. “No, I let a security guard inside the gambling hall spread the news.

Brother Panther’s side was already looking for Liu Zixing everywhere, with a bounty, so they shouldn’t suspect we deliberately leaked the information.

Besides, with Liu Zixing being so high-profile today, even if we didn’t say, Brother Panther would know.” “Alright.” Feng Shan smiled, “Then we’ll wait and watch the show…

However, if Brother Panther dares to directly take him at the door, step in.” “Director, are we helping him?”

Feng Shan said calmly, “It’s the gambling hall’s rule to ensure the guests leave safely… at least within our range, they are absolutely safe, understand?”

The man nodded, his expression serious, “Neither black nor white can take anyone within our sight…

I understand.” “But still, try to be careful, avoid conflicts if you can.” Feng Shan instructed again, “We need to keep a low profile, don’t let them catch us by our weaknesses.” “Haha, the old master is still around, who would dare to act?” The subordinate was unimpressed.

Feng Shan said nothing, only feeling that while this person’s work was efficient, they still lacked foresight… ultimately unsuitable for great tasks.

He waved his hand, “Go.” … … ——Thank you, winter’s snow ——Thank you, dearest snow ——Though you are part of my poetry ——Alas, you’ll melt one day ——I’ll have to patiently wait ——To meet you again in winter