Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

Since he did indeed lose in terms of pomp and circumstance, he promised the media that he would donate 11 million.

However, this was just a minor incident, and after it ended, everyone continued preparing for the charity gala.

But behind the scenes.

Chen Xiaodao saw a puzzled expression on Qin Tai's face as he slowly walked towards him.

"You must be wondering why I did all this, right?"

Qin Tai walked over, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to him.

When you see the name on the business card.

Chen Xiaodao's pupils immediately contracted.

"This name seems vaguely familiar."

"How about we cooperate?" Qin Tai asked with a smile.

In his eyes, the matter was already completely under control.

"It's possible, but I'd like to know why you would do that."

Chen Xiaodao was puzzled.

He knows there are many rich people in the world, and he also knows there are even more rich fools.

But the man in front of me is definitely not one of them.

If you agree to something casually, you might end up being sold out and still have to count the money for the seller.

In the next half hour.

Qin Tai explained his and Hussein's plan to Chen Xiaodao, as well as how to handle the aftermath.

In fact, the relationship develops according to normal logic.

At this point, Hussein did not have the complete gambling technique of switching the prince with a cat.

At most, he would just go and see Chen Jincheng, who was still in prison, and then slowly carry out his plan.

Hussein may seem experienced, but in Qin Tai's eyes, he's just a lucky clown.

Why did you tell me all this?

Chen Xiaodao frowned deeply.

I don't understand the meaning behind Qin Tai's words at all.

Qin Tai crossed his arms and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "I'm telling you this because I have my reasons. Chen Xiaodao, you're a smart man. You should know that if you cooperate with me in this situation, you'll reap the benefits."

Chen Xiaodao's eyes flickered, and after a moment of thought, he said, "Hmph, benefits? Why should I trust you? Who knows if you've dug a pit for me to fall into?"

Qin Tai shrugged. "Believe it or not, this is a one-time opportunity. Don't regret it if you miss it."

Chen Xiaodao was silent for a moment, then looked up and stared directly into Qin Tai's eyes. "Okay, I can consider it, but you'd better not try anything funny."

Qin Tai laughed loudly, "Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, everything will go smoothly. Just wait and see."

Chen Xiaodao turned and left. Qin Tai watched his retreating figure, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

His goal was to get Chen Xiaodao to investigate the matter, so that when something really went wrong, this guy would beg and plead for help.

Qin Tai had a deep understanding of human nature.

Therefore, I didn't care.

In the bustling city streets, amidst the comings and goings of people and traffic, in a slightly noisy alley, inside an old shop, a thin young man sits at a table, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, idly fiddling with the playing cards in his hand.

He was Zhou Xingzu, with a head of fluffy black hair, a cynical smile on his face, and a hint of cleverness and cunning in his eyes from time to time.

At that moment, the shop door was pushed open, and sunlight streamed in. Zhou Xingzu looked up and saw a fat man walk in. It was his third uncle.

Uncle Three smiled obsequiously and leaned close to Zhou Xingzu: "Xing, how's your luck with the lottery lately?"

Zhou Xingzu curled his lip and threw down the playing cards in his hand: "What else can we do? Third Uncle, you know we're so poor we're almost starving."

"I can't use the money I earn from my special abilities. I eat instant noodles every day. I'm almost turning into instant noodles."

Uncle San lowered his voice mysteriously: "Ah Xing, I've recently heard about a chance to make a fortune."

Zhou Xingzu became interested and sat up straight: "Oh? What opportunity? Third Uncle, tell me quickly."

Uncle San cleared his throat: "I heard that the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun, is going to take on an apprentice. If you can become the God of Gamblers' apprentice, then we'll be rich."

Zhou Xingzu's eyes lit up, but then he became somewhat suspicious: "Third Uncle, you're not trying to fool me again, are you?"

Uncle San quickly waved his hand: "This time it's for real, Ah Xing, we have to seize this opportunity."

Uncle San brought Ah Xing to a luxurious villa standing on the edge of the city, full of anticipation and a little apprehensive.

A day earlier, he received an invitation from someone who called himself the God of Gamblers.

Tell him to bring Ah Xing over.

He initially thought it was a scam, but the other party mailed him a check for 5.

My third uncle, who was greedy for money, couldn't stand this.

Besides, even if he suspected it was a bargain, the two of them, uncle and nephew, were so poor they were practically wearing the same pair of underwear. What was there to be fooled about?

So he didn't hesitate for long before bringing his people over.

The villa's wrought-iron gate gleamed coldly in the sunlight, slowly opening automatically to reveal a winding path paved with smooth cobblestones.

The carefully trimmed green plants lining both sides of the path are lush and exude a refreshing atmosphere.

The two walked carefully along the path and entered the villa's hall.

Inside the lobby, a dazzling crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, and sunlight streams in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright shadows on the floor.

A tall, well-built man stood quietly with his back to them in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He wore a well-tailored black suit, his posture as straight as a sculpture. The sunlight cast a thin halo around him, making his features appear even more profound and mysterious.

Uncle San nervously tugged at Ah Xing's sleeve, his voice extremely low: "Ah Xing, that must be the God of Gamblers, right?"

There has never been a photo of the God of Gamblers' face, so most people don't know what he looks like.

Ah Xing's eyes were wide open, his gaze filled with both excitement and a hint of nervousness. He clenched his fists and followed his third uncle's steps forward.

However, when the men turned around gracefully, the expectant expressions on their faces froze instantly.

The person in front of them was not the gambling god they had imagined, but a stranger—Qin Tai.

Qin Tai's lips curled up slightly, forming a mysterious smile that seemed to be there but not there. His deep eyes were like a cold pool, scrutinizing Ah Xing and his third uncle, who looked a little uneasy in front of him.

"Is this the person with special abilities?"

It does look rather unlucky.

Ah Xing's disappointment was hard to hide. He pouted, scratched his head in dissatisfaction, and muttered under his breath, "What's going on? I'm not the God of Gamblers."

He sensed it immediately with his telepathic abilities.

The person opposite me is definitely not the God of Gamblers.

Hearing Ah Xing's complaint, Third Uncle was startled and quickly tugged at his sleeve. He then immediately put on a fawning smile, took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said obsequiously, "Sir, may I ask who you are...?"