The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

The entertainment hall on the third floor was completely different from the meeting hall downstairs; the light from the crystal chandeliers was refracted into a dazzling array of colors.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of cigars and the sweetness of champagne, the crisp sound of dice hitting porcelain bowls...

The rustling of cards being flipped and the laughter of people mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere that almost lifted the roof off.

Feng Zhan, still with that same carefree grin, led Chang Haihe and Chang Miaomiao inside.

Many people greeted him with smiles along the way, and he casually waved in response.

A crowd had gathered around the gambling table not far away, three or four deep, with some people clutching chips and shouting "Big!" with bloodshot eyes.

Some people were staring intently at the dice cup, while others were playing cards.

The dealer's fingers deftly manipulated the playing cards, his movements fluid and graceful.

Feng Zhan suddenly reached out and half-put Chang Miaomiao's shoulder, leading her toward a blackjack table.

The dealer was slowly and methodically dealing cards to the banker and the players, the cards spread out on the green tablecloth, eliciting a murmur from the surrounding crowd.

"How about it, Miss Chang? Want to play a couple of rounds?" Feng Zhan turned his head.

A sly smile played on his lips, and his voice was low and tinged with a hint of urging.

Chang Miaomiao subtly shifted her body, avoiding the force of his arm, and put on a polite smile:

"Master Feng is too kind. I know nothing about these things and I'm afraid I'll spoil your fun."

"It's alright," Feng Zhan said nonchalantly, patting his chest and taking full responsibility.

"With me here, you can play with complete peace of mind. If you win, it's yours; if you lose, it's on me. I guarantee you won't suffer any losses."

Chang Miaomiao lowered her eyelashes, her fingertips gently stroking the hem of her skirt, her tone carrying just the right amount of fear:

"I can't accept this... Miaomiao is here with her father to seek help from Chairman Feng."

"We've already troubled you quite a bit, how could we possibly let Second Master spend even more money? Such kindness truly overwhelms Miao Miao."

She struck a perfect balance in her words, neither directly refusing nor overstepping her bounds, subtly conveying the message that she dared not overstep the bounds.

Feng Zhan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over her face, then he suddenly chuckled softly:

"Since Miss Chang puts it that way, then I won't force you." He withdrew his hand.

He then gestured with his chin toward the dealer, saying, "Let's watch the show first."

Chang Haihe stood to the side, a sheepish smile on his face, but inwardly he was sweating bullets.

The second son of the Feng family may seem carefree, but his eyes are sharp and discerning. Miaomiao will have to be extra careful in dealing with him.

The atmosphere around the gambling table was reaching its most tense point; the bosses gripped their cards tightly.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he even held his breath, as if afraid of disturbing the course of the game.

Feng Zhan suddenly leaned close to Chang Miaomiao's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "Miss Chang, which boss do you think will win?"

Chang Miaomiao subconsciously shrank her neck, avoiding the uncomfortable closeness.

She maintained a faint smile: "Second Master is teasing me again. I don't understand these things at all."

Without the ability to predict the future, how could they possibly know who would win or lose?

"Just guess," Feng Zhan said, his tone even more playful. "Even if we don't gamble..."

Treat it like fishing for fun. If you guess correctly, you can still win a prize.

A sly glint flashed in Chang Miaomiao's eyes, followed by a seductive smile, her voice as soft as water: "Really?"

Feng Zhan raised an eyebrow, winked at her, and said with a hint of mischief, "Of course, feel free to guess."

Chang Miaomiao rolled her big, bright eyes, her gaze sweeping around the gambling table.

Finally, she weakly extended her finger and pointed at the person opposite her with a sorrowful face.

The man, who looked utterly unlucky, said, "I guess... he'll win."

Feng Zhan followed her finger and saw that the man was hanging his head, not daring to look at the cards.

That pathetic look of his really didn't seem like he could win, and I burst into laughter so hard I couldn't stand up straight.

"Miss Chang has quite the discerning eye." Those around her knew Feng Zhan's temperament and could only offer forced smiles; no one dared to actually say anything.

Chang Miaomiao's smile vanished instantly, her eyelashes drooping, revealing a hint of grievance.

Seeing this, Feng Zhan stopped laughing, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and said loudly:

"Miss Chang is such a lovely girl. If he says he'll win, then he wins! Open the cards!"

The dealer looked troubled: "Second Master, this is against the rules..."

"Rules? I am the rule!" Feng Zhan's face darkened, and his tone suddenly became sharp. "If I tell you to drive, then drive!"

The noise instantly ceased, and everyone's eyes were focused on those cards.

The dealer dared not hesitate any longer and tremblingly revealed the cards—everyone was instantly stunned.

The man with the miserable look on his face was actually holding his biggest card!

Feng Zhan was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Haha! Miss Chang, you've hit the nail on the head! That's a word worth a fortune!"

A bright smile returned to Chang Miaomiao's face as she picked up the wine glass that had just been handed to her: "Isn't this something to celebrate, Second Master?"

“Of course it’s worth it!” Feng Zhan picked up another glass of wine, gently clinked it with hers, and the two of them tilted their heads back and drank it all.

He then waved his hand dismissively: "Give me the prize money Miss Chang won!"

"Second Master Feng, you mustn't!" Chang Haihe hurriedly stepped forward to stop her. "Miao Miao was just saying it casually, how can she really take this bonus?"

As they were talking, Feng Yan walked over with Andy Coles. Feng Yan glanced at the card game on the table.

He said calmly, "Second brother, why are our distinguished guests standing? Arrange for them to sit down and have some fun."

Chang Haihe quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I have a heart condition."

This gambling is like a rollercoaster ride; I can't handle it. Let Mr. Andy Coles play instead.

Andy Coles smiled and said, "Just a few rounds, enough to liven things up."

As soon as he finished speaking, several business owners nearby tactfully stood up and offered him their seats.

Feng Zhan and Feng Yan sat on either side, while Chang Haihe and Andy Coles sat at each end.

Chang Miaomiao walked to stand behind Chang Haihe, but Feng Zhan suddenly pointed at the dealer and said to her:

"You may leave now. Miss Chang, how about you shuffle the cards for everyone?"

"Me?" Chang Miaomiao asked shyly, slightly taken aback.

Feng Zhan nodded in acknowledgment, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty.

Andy Coles smiled and agreed, "That's a good idea, Miss Chang, please."

Chang Haihe looked at his daughter and nodded imperceptibly. Chang Miaomiao bit her lip, thinking to herself:

"There's no way to avoid it, so we might as well take the initiative and gain some control."

Finally, reluctantly, he went to the dealer's seat, picked up the playing cards,

As soon as the cards were separated, they spilled all over the table. He quickly apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry."

Feng Zhan and Andy Coles smiled slightly. Feng Zhan encouraged them, "No rush, take your time."

Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, seemingly focused on dealing the cards.

In reality, he exchanged a barely perceptible glance with the Changhai River across the river—

There was a tacit understanding in their eyes, but also a hint of tension from a desperate gamble.

Chang Miaomiao nodded slightly, her fingertips lightly flicking the first card, which landed steadily in front of Feng Zhan.

The act of dealing cards seems casual, yet it carries a strange rhythm.

The angle and force with which each card fell were just right, as if they had been precisely calculated.

Feng Zhan raised an eyebrow at the cards in front of him, while Feng Yan remained expressionless.

Andy Coles held his wine glass with great interest, his gaze shifting between the cards and Chang Miaomiao.

Several onlookers gradually realized the trick – the card dealing method seemed straightforward,

However, he always manages to avoid the most unfavorable combinations at crucial moments, especially the cards dealt to Andy Coles and Chang Haihe.

While not top-tier, they always left room for maneuver. Someone couldn't help but exclaim, "That technique... is swift and precise!"

Chang Miaomiao's fingers tightened slightly as she held the cards, but images from many years ago flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

At that time, she was studying abroad and met a magician by chance at a nightclub.

That person was not only a master of magic, but also possessed unpredictable and ever-changing skills in shuffling and dealing cards, able to manipulate the game of cards in full view of everyone.

During that time, she learned many techniques from him, which she originally intended as a pastime, but tonight they have become the key to breaking the deadlock.

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, she used the motion of tidying up the deck to quickly adjust the position of the next card.

A seemingly insignificant little action caused the big card that Feng Zhan should have gotten to quietly change hands and fall in front of Andy Coles.

“Interesting.” Andy Coles tapped the table lightly, his smile deepening.

Feng Yan finally raised his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping over Chang Miaomiao with scrutiny, his fingertips secretly tightening around the chips on the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white.

Feng Zhan, however, seemed completely oblivious, and instead laughed heartily: "Miss Chang, you've kept this skill well hidden!"

Chang Miaomiao lowered her eyes, a perfectly timed smile playing on her lips.

Concealing the turmoil in his eyes, he said, "It was just good luck. Please excuse my poor performance."

The game continued, and her skills became increasingly adept. Her moves seemed flawless, yet she subtly balanced the cards on each side.

Chang Haihe's anxiety gradually subsided. He knew that his daughter's skill, which she had casually learned years ago, might really help them get through this difficult time tonight.

This seemingly ordinary gamble has long since become a contest of its own, with every card played triggering a chord in the shadows.

The chips on the gambling table piled higher and higher, and several bosses folded one after another.

Only the Feng brothers, Andy Coles, and Chang Haihe, who hadn't looked at his cards, remained.

A silent competition filled the air; even the rustling sound of shuffling the cards seemed to be knocking at people's hearts.

Feng Yan's gaze fell on Chang Miaomiao's face. His cold eyes showed no emotion, but his tone carried an undeniable certainty:

"Miss Chang, I'll take advantage of your good luck tonight and go all in this round." With that, he pushed the chips in front of him and bet on them all.

"Brother, are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Feng Zhan immediately raised his chin defiantly.

He tapped his fingers on his cards, then flipped over three cards—a straight!

"Look at my cards, logically I should be the one to play to the end." He deliberately left one card unrevealed, that suspense like a fine thorn, stuck in everyone's hearts.

Andy Coles looked at his cards and suddenly laughed, a hint of amusement in his smile: "Interesting."

He also revealed three cards, which were also a straight, subtly contrasting with Feng Zhan's hand. "It seems that luck is on more than one person tonight."

Throughout the entire process, Chang Haihe never touched his own cards, only touching them whenever someone raised the bet.

He calmly followed along with the chip push, neither bidding nor folding, his passive attitude making onlookers hold their breath for him.

Some people wondered to themselves, "Could it be that Boss Chang was intimidated by the scene?"

Some people didn't even notice when their chips fell to the ground, and gasps of shock filled the air.

Chang Miaomiao tightened her grip on the card dealer slightly, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the group.

Feng Yan's composure, Feng Zhan's flamboyance, and Andy Coles's calmness.

The father's seemingly passive yet subtly shrewd silence made the game even more unpredictable.

She took a deep breath and gently placed the next community card on the center of the table.

K of Diamonds.

Feng Zhan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly flipped over the last card: "A straight flush! Bro, are you convinced?"

Feng Yan merely glanced at it, then slowly revealed his own cards, which turned out to be an even bigger straight flush.

Feng Zhan's smug expression froze instantly, and he was about to argue when...

Andy Coles chuckled softly. "It seems the winner tonight is still undecided."

He laid out all his cards, and it turned out to be a royal flush.

The entire room fell silent instantly; even breathing could be heard clearly.

Just then, Chang Haihe, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his hand and slowly flipped over his cards.

The two hole cards lay silently, one an Ace of Spades, the other an Ace of Clubs—a pair of Aces!

It may seem ordinary, but at this moment it becomes the "king" that can beat all straights.

"Boss Chang's move was well hidden." Andy Coles raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before clapping his hands.

Feng Yan stared at the pair of Aces, his expression growing increasingly somber. The chips he was clutching were almost embedded in his palm, but he said nothing more.

Feng Zhan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Interesting! Very interesting! Boss Chang is making a fortune in silence!"

Chang Haihe finally revealed a faint smile and gently pushed the chips he had won away: "Luck, it's all luck."

Chang Miaomiao stood to the side, the coolness on her fingertips gradually fading. She knew that the outcome of this hand of cards was never just about the chips—

The father subtly demonstrated his confidence in the most unassuming way, without offending anyone.

The skills she learned from the magician were merely a perfectly timed stepping stone in this game.

The night was deep on the Sea Shark, but their contest had clearly only just begun.