Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Ye Han and Guo Yingnan were both loyal and righteous people. They both secretly planned to go to the Fu family in person to apologize for Dabao after the gambling game was over tonight. They believed that with their status in the underworld, Fu Laorong would give them this face.

After the welcoming banquet, Dabao and his friends went back to their rooms. Xiao Erduo led his two daughters into Dabao's room. He knew that Dabao must have a plan.

So I want to hear what Dabao thinks.

Liu Xiaodao brewed a pot of tea and placed it on the table, then he and Dabao and Xiaoerduo sat down as host and guest, while Blind Wang played with the two little girls nearby.

Liu Xiaodao poured tea into Dabao and Xiaoerduo's teacups. Dabao picked up the covered bowl and blew away the tea leaves. Seeing that Xiaoerduo and Liu Xiaodao were looking at him, he simply put down the covered bowl.

"Brother, I originally thought that Boss Guo was just a ship owner, but who knew he was the leader of the Dongxing Society, the largest gang in Hong Kong? I think he's a good person and worth getting to know, so I want to entrust you to him.

But entrusting someone is entrusting them, and we must let them see your value, so let's use this Friendship Hall as a starting point to demolish it. When you arrive in Hong Kong, you will have a very high starting point, and I can rest assured."

Xiao Erduo finally understood Dabao's intention, and he patted Dabao's shoulder excitedly.

"Brother, no more unnecessary words. We are brothers for life. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do, even if it means costing my life and Hu Zi's life."

Dabao smiled and waved his hands.

"It's not that complicated. Why would I want you to live? I just want you to live a good life. Wait for me to win this hotel back tonight and hand it over to Xiaodao to manage it."

"What?" Everyone present was shocked. Dabao was exaggerating. Wasn't he bragging too much? He said he could win such a big hotel just by saying so? He was kidding, right?

Dabao knew they didn't believe him, so he snorted.

"I won 50 million in just two hands of cards today. This hotel is worth only 100 or 200 million at best. I said I'll win it again. Just wait and see."

Liu Xiaodao then remembered that he and Lian Hu had worked so hard to bring in three boxes of money, which was 5,000 million Hong Kong dollars. It seemed like just a matter of two hands of cards. In this way, winning a hotel was not a big deal.

It’s just that so much money has overturned their cognition, and poverty has limited their imagination.

Little Ear and the others didn't ask where the two boxes of antiques came from. They thought the military district gave them to Dabao, but in fact they were from Dabao's space. Dabao also forgot when he got these things from a robbery.

These so-called antiques are useless to Dabao except that they can be used as money. He is not an antique connoisseur, nor a historian. He studies history by holding Yang Guifei's urine pot all day long.

Dabao and the others were drinking tea leisurely here, but the atmosphere in the Fu family was solemn.

Fu Laorong is in his 50s, with a shaved head and a small mustache. If it is not a formal occasion, he only likes to wear a long gown and a jacket.

Now he was sitting on a recliner and rocking slowly, while his son Fu Nianzu was sitting beside him and massaging his legs.

In front of the two of them, a thin man was kneeling. His back was straight and his eyes were full of anger.

Fu Nianzu was pounding his legs while talking about what happened today. He was a little excited and a trace of white foam appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Dad, didn't you see that giant? He's over two meters tall. I'm considered tall in Haojiang, right? But when I stood up, I only reached his chest. That kid named Qin just waved his hand.

The giant suddenly jumped up and punched Guan's face, which collapsed completely. It really collapsed. I even saw that the bones on his face were dented. Guan's death was so tragic.

The kneeling man could no longer hold back, big tears rolled down his eyes, and he choked and kowtowed.

"Master Fu, Young Master, Guan and I have been brothers for over twenty years. I don't know how many times he has saved my life from the sword. I beg Master Fu to agree to avenge Guan!"

Fu Laorong closed his eyes slightly and ignored him. To him, it didn't matter whether it was Wang Lang, the head of Youlian Hall, who was kneeling, or Guan Cun, the dead ghost.

It's just his dog. Would you be sad for a dog? The answer is of course not.

For Fu Laorong, if he lost his dog, he could just get another one. As long as he could gain benefits from this matter, it didn't matter if Guan died.

Fu Nianzu also ignored Wang Lang, he was still talking,

"Father, haven't you seen the demon-subduing pestle? It's so wonderful, I can't let it go. And that night-shining pearl, even in broad daylight, it shines green. It would be so beautiful if it were placed in your bedroom."

Fu Laorong became more energetic when he heard this.

"There are such good things? I must get these things. I will leave them to you as heirlooms in the future."

Fu Nianzu nodded.

"That remnant of the previous dynasty. Didn't he want to use these five items to exchange for 300 million chips? When the time comes, as long as I get the items, I will have them returned to the old house. When the game is over, if that remnant of the previous dynasty loses, it's fine. If he wins, I won't let him take these items back.

As the saying goes, wealth should not be revealed. Who made him show off his good things without knowing the consequences? At worst, after the incident, Alang will lead his men to kill them all.

Fu Laorong smiled and nodded. He had really taught his son a good lesson. He would show no mercy when he needed to be ruthless. This was the man who would accomplish great things.

Wang Lang kowtowed again.

"Thank you, Master, for giving me the opportunity to avenge my brother."

Fu Laorong nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly he remembered something.

"Nianzu, Sir Ho's son just returned from abroad. I heard he's in Las Vegas and has a nickname: the Gambling King. An occasion like this doesn't come around often.

Why don't you go to Sir He's house and invite this Young Master He. Tell him that if he loses tonight, it will be my Fu family's fault. If he wins, it will be a gift to Young Master He. Do you understand?"

Fu Nianzu was completely confused.

"Father, this gift is too big, isn't it? I'm afraid the He family can't handle it anymore."

Fu Laorong opened his eyes and shook his head, thinking that his vision was still not enough.

"What do you know? In next year's gambling license competition, the successor Governor-General, Mr. Wilson, is Sir Ho's student. Without Sir Ho's strong support, Mr. Wilson would never become the Governor-General.

So the gambling card was decided by Sir He. But no matter if I wanted to invite him to dinner or tea, he didn't even let me see him and kicked me out.

This time I'm giving these 300 million to his son, and indirectly giving it to him, so that the gambling license will still belong to our Fu family."