Otherwise, as a profit maker, why would Yaochi Casino kill these two people?

Therefore, in fact, Yaochi Casino not only cannot kill two people, but also must let them live well.

The longer the two of them live, the better it will be for Yaochi Casino.

There is no way. In serious business, you must follow the rules and not ruin your reputation.

"Have you ever asked the reason for Gao Jin's betrayal?"

Although it is very cliché, there is no other way. Since it cannot be done, at least Gao Jin cannot be killed during this period of time.

Sir Zhang must know why Gao Jin suddenly fell out with him.

"It is said that the old man surnamed Hong promised that if he takes over Yaochi Casino, he will use his connections to gather gambling masters from all over Asia to hold a real God of Gamblers Competition.

At that time, it will help Gao Jin truly secure his reputation as the God of Gamblers."

Ding Yao disappeared in the afternoon, naturally going to interrogate Gao Jin and Qiu Xiaochi.

"Haha, fame and wealth really move people's hearts."

Zhang Pin was not surprised by Gao Jin's choice.

After all, he has made it to his current position and has no shortage of money.

My girlfriend is also very beautiful.

Then the only pursuit is fame.

The reputation of the God of Gamblers is quite famous in Hong Kong and Macao.

But after all, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Except for gambling bosses like Hong, no one else can afford this.

After all, if you want to invite gambling masters, others will come.

"What should I do with the two of them now? Are we just going to let them go?"

Although Ding Yao has begun to clean herself up and do legitimate business, she still doesn't want to just let go.

"So what if we don't let him go? Gao Jin still has 20 million in assets. Otherwise, if we let him pay for his life, what if the news spreads? Apart from that, these two wastes have no use value."

Zhang Pin shook his head, not having any good ideas in mind.

The only valuable thing about these two guys is that they have a good reputation in the gambling world.

But if you want them to work for you, it will be embarrassing if they bite you back like Gao Jin did.

Apart from that, he really couldn't imagine how to use the two of them for nothing.

Um!

Zhang Pin suddenly sat up when he thought of this.

"How about we give it a try and hold a charity gambling competition while it's open for business!"

He looked at Ding Yao, if people named Hong can do it, why can't they do it.

"Charity gambling competition, what good does this do to us?"

Ding Yao was a little confused.

"Of course there are benefits. Both Gods of Gamblers and Gamblers will participate in this competition. Do you think anyone will want to step on them and become famous?"

But the more Zhang Pin thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was feasible.

"It's a good way to become famous after the God of Gamblers and the Gambling Maniac. When the time comes, we will arrange for two of our own people, and then let them beat Gao Jin and Qiu Xiaochi. Then they will be the new God of Gamblers and Gambling Maniac."

This time Ding Yao reacted.

Forehead--

This seems pretty good.

This time, Zhang Pin held down Tong Keren's head, which was causing trouble on him, and asked him to move down a few inches.

After resting for such a long time, it was time for him to let the other party know what Qici Lang was.

...

Just when Zhang Pin and Ding Yao decided to use the name of Yaochi Casino and the God of Gamblers to invite the rich from the two sides to participate in the charity God of Gamblers competition.

After meeting Yang Jianhua and Zhang Pin, Huo Qingsong took a boat back to Hong Kong Island again.

After Huo Qingsong makes a profit in his business, he will bring all his family members in to do it together because he is a family-oriented person.

After returning to Hong Kong, he first went to buy groceries, and then picked up his son from kindergarten and took him home.

When the car arrived at the door of the villa, Huo Qingsong's personal bodyguard Akai took a look outside.

"Brother, your relatives are blocking the door again."

"Um."

Huo Qingsong personally picked up the groceries he had bought, then took his son out of the car and placed him on the ground.

"Son, let's go home."

He dragged his son up and walked towards the stairs of the villa expressionlessly.

I don’t know if it’s because he has been used to a hard life since childhood. Even though Huo Qingsong made a lot of money from smuggling, his life is still very down-to-earth.

Moreover, Wenwen looks weak and has no airs of being a boss.

Of course, this may also be related to the fact that most of his subordinates are his relatives.

He did not look at the people blocking the door of his house, but directly carried the dishes and took his son up the steps of the villa.

The pregnant wife saw Huo Qingsong inside, opened the door and wanted to take the bag in his hand.

Huo Qingsong raised his hand and avoided his wife's hand.

"You are pregnant, you need more rest."

There was a strong hint of endearment in his voice.

Several people who had been waiting at the door, after seeing Huo Qingsong entering with his wife and children, looked at each other and followed suit.

They are all related to Huo Qingsong, and they all made their fortunes with him.

But now, because of Huo Qingsong's insistence on smuggling red oil without paying back the money and risking high risks, the work has not started for three months.

This is not the first time these people have come to visit.

They could tolerate it at first, but now they can't help but want a showdown.

For people like Huo Qingsong, family love is much more important than money.

But in the eyes of many people, other things have to take a back seat compared to money.

Although Huo Qingsong ignored this group of relatives, he knew they were following him.

He turned his head and glanced at A Kai: "Let them come in and remember to change their slippers."

Then he walked directly into the kitchen, took out a piece of meat from the vegetables he bought and put it on the cutting board.

"Did the teacher tell you today about your son's test scores last month?"

Huo Qingsong's wife glanced at her relatives who were changing shoes, and then at her expressionless husband.

Finally, I chose a topic to divert his attention.

"I didn't say it. It probably hasn't come out yet. It's only the first day, so the homework can't be graded that quickly."

Huo Qingsong seemed to understand his wife's worries. He smiled and pulled out a kitchen knife with a smile on his face.

Just when the two of them entered the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Several of Huo Qingsong's relatives were also changing into slippers at the entrance.

But at this time, Zhang Wenbao, uncle Huo Qingsong's in-law, pushed away the slippers handed over by the nanny, walked into the living room wearing leather shoes, and stepped on the wool carpet.

Seeing Huo Qingsong chopping vegetables in the kitchen, Zhang Wenbao spat disdainfully, then picked up an apple on the dining table, wiped it on his body casually, and took a bite.

Then he walked to the kitchen door, looked at Huo Qingsong's back and spoke.

"Qingsong, you are our leader and our leader, so if you ask us to transport red oil, we will sell red oil.

If you ask us to wait, how dare we wait?

But I have been waiting for three months, what should I do next?”

"Now, the oil dealer who sold us oil no longer does our business.

Also, because of smuggling red oil, we were blacklisted by the customs, let alone making a fortune.

You can’t even leave Hong Kong for consumption, and my brothers are very opposed to it.”

Chop—chop—

Hearing Zhang Wenbao's chatter, Huo Qingsong didn't reply, and there was only the sound of heavy chopping in the kitchen.

Huo Qingsong's wife seemed to have thought of something when she saw her husband chopping a piece of lean meat with a kitchen knife.
To be continued...