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

His small eyes were fixed on the cards on the gambling table, his gaze flashing with greed and eagerness. His hands gripped the chips in front of him tightly, and he leaned forward as if he were about to pounce on the gambling table at any moment.

Ah Xing, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans, sat lazily in a chair.

His hair was a little messy, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. Beneath his seemingly nonchalant exterior lay a hidden depth.

As the dealer elegantly dealt the cards one by one, Ah Xing first glanced at the cards casually, then closed his eyes slightly to concentrate.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged faintly, indicating that he was activating his special ability.

With his special abilities, the suits and ranks of the cards were clearly displayed in his mind.

Ah Xing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He casually tapped the table with his fingers, then pushed a pile of chips in front of him to the center of the table without hesitation, and said lazily, "Raise."

As Ah Xing increased his bets, the other gamblers began to hesitate.

They frowned, their eyes darting back and forth between their own cards and Ah Xing's, their hearts filled with doubt and unease.

But Ah Xing remained calm and composed. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and his eyes revealed a confident air of certainty.

Uncle San, standing to the side, was so excited he couldn't contain himself. He waved his cigar around and shouted, "Ah Xing, this is awesome! We're going to be rich! Hahaha!"

The shrill laughter was particularly jarring in the noisy casino, drawing the attention of the surrounding gamblers.

Ah Xing was not affected by his uncle's excitement. He remained focused on using his special abilities to accurately judge the situation in each round.

Every time he turned over his hand, he won big. The chips on the table kept pouring towards him like a tidal wave, piling up into a small mountain.

The banknotes piled higher and higher in front of him, the colorful chips gleaming with an alluring light.

Just as Ah Xing was making a fortune in the casino by using his special abilities, Qin Taixi's cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated violently, interrupting his keen interest in watching the game.

Qin Tai's expression remained calm as he slowly took out his phone. When he saw the words "Hussein" on the screen, his deep eyes showed no emotion. He leisurely held the phone to his ear and gently pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, Hussein's voice came through impatiently, tinged with urgency and excitement: "Qin Tai! Everything on my end is all set. Now, the key is you. You must inform me of Chen Xiaodao's whereabouts promptly and accurately."

Qin Tai walked to a secluded, deserted corner of the casino, shutting out the surrounding noise.

He casually put his left hand in his pocket, held his phone in his right hand, and spoke in a completely flat voice.

He said coldly, "I understand. However, Hussein, I hope your plan is as flawless as you say, without any mishaps."

Hussein on the other end of the phone burst into unrestrained laughter: "Haha, Qin Tai, don't worry."

I will first hold a grand press conference that will cause a sensation throughout the city, to prove to everyone that I am the only disciple of the God of Gamblers.

Then, as soon as I get the information you gave me about Chen Xiaodao, I will immediately send someone to capture him alive.

This time, I will let everyone know that in the gambling world, I, Hussein, am the true overlord.

Qin Tai's face was as cold as if he were wearing a mask, without any change in expression. He simply replied indifferently, "Fine, since you're so confident, then I'll wait and see. Remember, don't disappoint me."

After saying that, Qin Tai pressed the hang-up button without hesitation and put his phone back in his pocket.

He straightened his suit cuffs, a faint smile on his face.

This idiot is still reporting to me.

At Galaxy World Film Production Company.

In the spacious and bright conference room, senior leaders sat around a long conference table.

Sunlight streamed through the translucent blinds, casting dappled patterns on the smooth tabletop.

At the beginning of the meeting, the leaders focused and took turns reporting on the recent profit data of film and television projects, as well as the problems encountered in the production and distribution process and the corresponding solutions.

The rustling of documents being turned over and the occasional hushed discussion mingled together.

After the basic business report was completed, the atmosphere eased slightly. At this moment, a leader sitting on the left side of the conference table coughed lightly, breaking the brief silence: "Gentlemen, there is another piece of news. Recently, Jusepe has come to Hong Kong Island. It is understood that he is actively seeking partners and intends to launch new film and television projects."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight ripple of discussion arose in the conference room.

"Yes, American films and television have been far superior to ours lately, and a large amount of our repatriated funds have been absorbed."

"Juseppe? That name sounds familiar. His works have always been quite distinctive."

"That's what one leader said."

"Yes, but he came to Hong Kong Island looking for cooperation. I don't know if it will affect the projects we are currently working on."

Another leader chimed in.

One of the senior leaders, with graying hair, placed his hands on the table and spoke with a serious expression: "What I'm worried about is that if Jusepe wants to successfully carry out her project in Hong Kong, she will need financial and resource support. Do you think Qin Tai, who is currently riding high, might get involved?"

"Qin Tai? Although he's not with our company, he's certainly a formidable competitor. If he gets involved, it will definitely be detrimental to us."

“That’s right. Qin Tai has a keen eye and skillful methods. If Jusepe joins forces with him, our project will be under a lot of pressure.”

Everyone chimed in, and the name "Qin Tai" was frequently mentioned in the meeting room, with the discussion heating up.

The meeting moderator tapped the table lightly to signal everyone to be quiet, and concluded: "Regarding Jusepe's visit to Hong Kong seeking cooperation, we must pay close attention to her movements."

At the same time, we must remain vigilant regarding Qin Tai's potential involvement and be prepared to adjust our strategy accordingly to ensure the company maintains a favorable position in this potential competition. Alright, that concludes today's meeting. Everyone, please proceed with your work as planned.

After the meeting ended, everyone else in the conference room left one after another, leaving only Li Qizheng sitting alone in that large leather chair.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the conference table, his hands clasped under his chin, his gaze somewhat vacant, lost in deep thought.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a play of light and shadow on him, but he was oblivious to it, his mind racing.

After a long while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, searched for Qin Tai's number in his contacts, took a deep breath, and pressed the dial button.