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

Qin Tai casually put his hands in his pockets, looking both relaxed and dignified. He slightly raised his chin and spoke slowly in a deep, magnetic voice: "I am Qin Tai."

Uncle San paused for a moment upon hearing the unfamiliar name, but quickly put on his ingratiating smile again and continued, "So you're Mr. Qin. May I ask who the God of Gamblers is...?"

Qin Tai slightly raised his hand, interrupting his third uncle's words, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "The God of Gamblers isn't here, why don't you sit for a while?"

As soon as Qin Tai finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly, and the crisp applause echoed in the spacious hall.

As applause erupted, a group of people dressed in various costumes filed in from the adjacent room.

Some of these people were dressed in exquisite suits and ties, with their hair neatly combed, while others wore casual shirts and jeans, with sunglasses, exuding a free and unrestrained vibe.

Others wore traditional Chinese long gowns, their every move exuding an ancient charm.

They quickly formed a circle on one side of the hall, with a gambling table covered in dark green velvet placed in the middle.

The gambling table was neatly arranged with stacks of brand-new playing cards, and the chips were colorful and of different sizes, gleaming enticingly under the lights.

A stunningly beautiful female dealer walked gracefully to the gambling table. She wore a tight black dress, her long hair was styled in a high bun, and she wore a professional smile.

She skillfully unfolded a new deck of cards, shuffling them with fluid movements. The cards flew and crisscrossed rapidly in her hands, making a crisp "swish" sound.

After shuffling the cards, the female dealer began dealing cards to each player in turn. The players received their cards.

Some players had serious expressions, staring intently at their cards as if pondering a strategy; others wore smiles, their eyes revealing confidence and composure; still others tapped the table lightly with their fingers, displaying a nonchalant attitude.

Qin Tai looked at Ah Xing and his third uncle, made a "please" gesture, and said with a smile, "Come, you two, let's take a look together."

After speaking, Qin Tai sat down and gestured for the female dealer to deal the cards.

The atmosphere around the gambling table was tense and solemn.

After the female dealer skillfully dealt the first round of cards, the players looked down and examined the cards in their hands.

First up was a middle-aged man in a gray suit, who was dealt the 7 and 9 of spades.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a hint of caution in his eyes, and gently pushed a small pile of chips to the center of the table. "I'll try it out first, I'll raise the stake by 50,000."

Immediately after, the young man next to him, wearing a floral shirt, received the 3 of hearts and the 5 of diamonds. He chewed his gum, smiled disdainfully, and threw his cards away, saying, "I'm not going to play this hand. It's pointless."

The next person, an elderly man with gray hair, held the King and Ten of Clubs. He pondered for a moment, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and then slowly pushed out a stack of chips. "Call, add another 10."

Qin Tai received the Ace of Diamonds and the Queen of Diamonds.

Without even looking at his own cards, he casually tossed out a thick stack of chips, "Five hundred thousand."

At this moment, Ah Xing closed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind, and used his special ability.

In his mind, the card's rank and suit clearly appeared.

In the next round of dealing, the middle-aged man received the 8 of spades. His eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a moment.

The old man received the Jack of Clubs. He frowned and fell into thought.

Qin Tai got the King of Diamonds.

With the last card dealt, the middle-aged man received the 6 of hearts. After much hesitation, he finally chose to fold.

The old man received the Queen of Clubs. He gripped his cards tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes, and pushed all the chips in front of him forward. "Haha!"

Qin Tai turned over his cards and said with a smile, "Sorry, a straight flush."

Qin Tai stood up and walked over to Ah Xing. "Ah Xing, what are your thoughts on the card game just now?"

Ah Xing, with his hands in his pockets, said casually, "The moment you got your first card, victory was already in your grasp."

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Tai's eyes, then he burst into laughter, "Indeed, he has potential."

After the card game ended, Qin Tai stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and gestured to Ah Xing and Uncle San to follow him.

The three walked through a corridor next to the lobby and arrived at an exquisitely decorated office.

Inside the office, sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds onto the solid wood desk. Qin Tai walked behind the desk, sat in the large leather chair, placed his hands on the desk, and looked at Ah Xing. He slowly said, "Ah Xing, I have high hopes for you. Come and work for me."

Ah Xing crossed his arms, shook his head, and said with a determined look in his eyes, "No, I want to find the God of Gamblers as my mentor and become a legend like him."

Qin Tai chuckled softly upon hearing this, leaning back in his chair. "Follow me, and I guarantee I'll mold you into a gambling saint on par with the God of Gamblers."

Ah Xing frowned, but before he could respond, Qin Tai continued, "Oh, by the way, there's a gambling knight coming to Hong Kong Island in a couple of days. You can follow him and learn from him first, and then decide what to do later."

Uncle San listened from the side, his eyes shining, and tugged at Ah Xing's sleeve, "Ah Xing, this sounds really good."

Ah Xing rolled his eyes at his third uncle and fell into thought.

Qin Tai gently pressed his fingers together, smiling as he waited for Ah Xing's reply.

To be honest, he really thought that this special ability might be useful in some situations.

This is why Qin Tai went to great lengths to recruit Ah Xing.

The reason I contacted Hussein and Chen Xiaodao was essentially for Ah Xing's sake.

He made these dumplings specifically for this dish of vinegar.

After finishing speaking.

Qin Tai got out of the car and sat in the sleek black luxury sedan parked outside the villa. The driver stepped on the gas, and the car sped off like an arrow, heading towards a high-end Western restaurant called "Moonlight Rhythm" in the city center.

Inside the Western restaurant, the lighting is soft and warm, like a light veil falling on every corner.

The melodious classical music flowed through the air like water, creating an elegant and tranquil atmosphere throughout the restaurant.

Qin Tai walked into the restaurant, his eyes quickly scanning the interior, and soon locked onto a figure sitting in a corner.

That man was Giuseppe Tornatore, whose short, golden hair was neatly combed, each strand shimmering like sunlight on a wheat field.

His deep blue eyes, as deep as the ocean, gleamed with wisdom and shrewdness.

He wore a finely tailored gray suit, every detail of which exuded quality and taste.

The white shirt collar was tied with a light blue tie, adding to his gentlemanly demeanor.

At this moment, he was elegantly holding a glass of aged red wine, his slender fingers gently swirling the glass, letting the wine swirl and release its rich aroma.