Mr. Cheng opened his mouth and ate another grape that the blonde beauty put into his mouth. Then he looked at the east and murmured to himself: "It seems that I will never be able to go back to that magical land in the east in my lifetime."
Although Mr. Cheng usually does all kinds of bad things, he is a high-ranking cadre's son who is so bad that he falls into pieces.
But as a Chinese, he also has the same attachment and reluctance to his homeland. Thinking that he will drift overseas for the rest of his life and die in a foreign land, Mr. Cheng's eyes can't help but moisten.
Ever since the old man went to see Marx, no news from the country these days could make him happy even for a little while.
According to information revealed by some officials he controlled in the southwest, after a fierce political struggle, a central boss named Yang finally won and took over most of the power left by the old man in the southwest.
Unfortunately, this big man surnamed Yang was the old man's biggest political rival during his lifetime. The two of them fought openly and secretly all their lives without a winner.
And the person who finally controlled the southwest was actually the old man's biggest political enemy during his lifetime. This result is really ironic. It seems that the southwest officials who followed the old man in the past will be unlucky this time.
Of course, taking advantage of the old man's death and the power vacuum in the southwest, the central government has taken the opportunity to take back the direct jurisdiction of all the armed forces in the southwest. A large number of senior military cadres who were single-handedly promoted by Old Man Cheng have been promoted and secretly transferred.
Out of the land of the southwest.
Although the big man surnamed Yang has taken over most of the old man's power in the southwest, he will never be able to dominate the southwest or even fight against the central government like the old man did in the future. From now on, there will not be a third "southwest" in the southwest.
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"Hey." Mr. Cheng sighed and stood up, got dressed under the service of the busty beauty next to him, walked out of the presidential suite, took several bodyguards to the casino downstairs, and went straight to the VIP room inside, ready to bet two
Find some stimulation to relieve your depression and worries.
"Sir, please come inside." At the door of the VIP room, a blond and blue-eyed waiter who was responsible for opening the door for guests saw the well-dressed Mr. Cheng coming towards this direction with four bodyguards, so he respectfully helped him push away.
He opened the door of the VIP room of the casino and made a professional gesture to Mr. Cheng to invite him in.
Mr. Cheng turned his head and glanced at the blond waiter. He casually took out a small stack of US dollars from his pocket and tipped the waiter, which immediately made the American who was responsible for opening the door smile.
The reason why he rewarded the waiter was because the waiter's respectful attitude towards him just now made him realize the infinite scenery he had when he was in Chongqing, and he would be praised no matter where he went.
The refreshing feeling of being "respected" by others.
At this time, a Japanese dwarf who was following Mr. Cheng next to him saw that the waiter at the door was nodding and thanking Mr. Cheng without even opening the door for him, so he looked sourly at the two people behind him who were also obviously Japanese.
The physical bodyguard said: "The only Chinese people who come to Las Vegas to gamble are the nouveau riche and corrupt officials. An inferior nation is an inferior nation. No matter how much money they spend, they can't hide their dirty and despicable national characteristics."
Because the Japanese did not lower their voices and still spoke in English, Mr. Cheng next to them heard these words without missing a word.
I couldn't help but sneered at him: "You Japanese dwarves are just inferior products made of the scum left over from God's creation of man. On the surface, you look like a dog, but secretly you are all scum of male thieves and female singers."
.You can do all kinds of perverted things, such as brother-sister love, father-daughter rape, mother-son play, slave training, and all kinds of perverted things. The so-called Yamato nation is simply a pig and a dog that only knows how to lick the buttocks of Americans.
A miscellaneous nation.”
"Baga." Perhaps Mr. Cheng hit the point where this hurt, so the Japanese's face suddenly turned red and his expression became ferocious.
When the two bodyguards behind him saw that their master was being humiliated, they stepped forward and prepared to rush forward to teach the Chinese man in front of him a lesson for insulting the Yamato nation.
However, the Japanese waved their hands to stop the two bodyguards behind them, and rushed forward to stage an all-out fight with the other bodyguards at the door of the VIP room.
He gritted his teeth and said: "This is a casino, and any grudges should be settled at the gambling table. This gentleman seems to have some misunderstandings about our Yamato nation. There is a big gamble in the VIP room later. Why don't you come and play together?"
Then I will explain to this gentleman the significance of the existence of the Yamato nation."
Mr. Cheng ignored the other party's intention to kill him with a vicious look, and asked with a smile: "What's the way to play, and how big is the bet?"
The Japanese dwarf sneered and said: "Of course the big gamble is stud. The bottom of each game is one thousand dollars, and each person has one million chips until they lose all. What does this gentleman think?"
Mr. Cheng glanced at the Japanese guy next to him with contempt and said: "One million US dollars is also called a gamble? It seems that the long-term economic recession that Japan has encountered in recent years is quite serious. Even a small gamble of one million US dollars is not enough."
In the words of you Japanese dwarfs, it has become a big gamble."
Hearing this, the Japanese's face suddenly showed a look of shock, and he said in great surprise: "Is a million-dollar bet too small for this gentleman?"
Looking at the shocked look on the Japanese's face, Mr. Cheng's mood at this time can only be described as "pleasant". He said with great arrogance: "One million US dollars is nothing, even if it's a 10 million US dollar bet, I won't."
Played with it.”
There was an imperceptible sneer at the corner of the Japanese's mouth, and he said: "There is an old saying in China that all talk without practice is not a true man. Let's let our strength speak for itself at the gambling table."
Mr. Cheng had a mocking expression on his face and said: "Young master is still afraid of you. Little Japan is leading the way. Although the young master's net worth is not as rich as some of the super rich Americans, I really don't care about the mere one million dollars young master."
In the eyes.”
The VIP rooms in Las Vegas casinos are somewhat different from those in Macau casinos. The VIP rooms here are not one large overall room but are composed of many independent small suites.
This makes it more convenient for big shots who don't want to reveal their identity to gamble here, and the room can be decorated according to the different requirements of the guests or the actual amount represented by the numbers marked on the chips can be adjusted.
When Mr. Cheng followed Little Japan in front of him into a VIP room, he saw two blond Americans sitting next to the gaming table in the room, smoking cigars and drinking red wine from their glasses.
From their imposing appearance, we can tell that these two are successful people who are successful in their careers and always give orders to others from a high position.