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

Monica Bellucci took a deep breath, tried to compose herself, and began to perform according to Qin Tai's requirements.

During the audition, Qin Tai frequently held Monica Bellucci's hand, his eyes filled with affection.

Monica Bellucci would be slightly startled every time Qin Tai touched her, but she couldn't show it and could only endure it and continue to cooperate.

As time went on, this so-called "screen test" gradually became more like a date.

Qin Tai ordered exquisite desserts and coffee, and discussed the "plot" with Monica Bellucci while eating.

Monica Bellucci understood Qin Tai's intentions, but she couldn't refuse. She could only struggle internally, trying to find a balance between her career needs and her personal desires.

Another day passed, and the morning sun had just begun to shine on the city streets when Qin Tai was in his office reviewing documents.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the office door.

"Come in."

Qin Tai said without looking up.

The door was pushed open, and Ah Xing rushed in, his face beaming with excitement: "Qin Tai, Chen Xiaodao and I are planning to participate in the promotional activities for the charity poker tournament. What do you think?"

Qin Tai put down the documents in his hand, leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and then nodded with a smile: "Okay, this will be good for the publicity of the competition. Go ahead. However, be careful about safety and image, and don't cause any trouble for the event."

Ah Xing, having received Qin Tai's approval, excitedly pumped his fist: "Great! Qin Tai, don't worry, we'll definitely do our best. I'll go tell Chen Xiaodao now, and we'll get ready to leave."

After saying that, Ah Xing turned around and quickly left the office, leaving Qin Tai watching his departing figure and smiling thoughtfully.

Promotional event for a charity poker tournament.

The place is bustling with activity right now, with countless lights intertwined, illuminating the entire venue as if it were daytime.

Media reporters from all over the world had already taken up advantageous positions early on, their long lenses and cameras ready and waiting. Their eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement as they anxiously awaited the start of this grand event.

At the entrance of the venue, the crowd suddenly parted to both sides like a tide, and Hussein made a dazzling appearance surrounded by bodyguards.

Today he wore a meticulously tailored black suit, the slim design perfectly showcasing his tall and upright figure, while the red bow tie at the collar was like a flame in the night, eye-catching and flamboyant.

His hair was meticulously combed, shimmering brilliantly under the light. A confident smile graced his handsome face, and his every move exuded elegance and dominance.

Hussein walked steadily onto the stage, took the microphone from the staff, and his eyes revealed a hint of provocation and arrogance. He slightly raised his chin and said in a loud and clear voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, today I want to solemnly declare here that I—Hussein—am the true disciple of the God of Gamblers, and the undisputed hero of gambling!"

A reporter in the audience immediately shouted, "Mr. Hussein, what evidence do you have to support your claim?"

Hussein's lips curled slightly upward, and he replied dismissively, "Evidence? My gambling skills are the best evidence, and you'll see soon enough."

His words were like a bombshell, instantly causing an uproar among the crowd.

The crowd below the stage erupted in commotion, their surprised, doubtful, and curious gazes all turning toward Hussein on the stage.

Just then, a cold snort came from the crowd, and Chen Xiaodao stepped out of the crowd. His eyes flashed with anger as he shouted at Hussein, "Hussein, don't spout nonsense here. I, Chen Xiaodao, am the disciple of the God of Gamblers!"

Hussein saw Chen Xiaodao, smiled disdainfully, and said, "You? A nobody dares to call himself the God of Gamblers' disciple? That's a joke."

Chen Xiaodao clenched his fist, stepped forward, and said, "Hussein, stop spouting nonsense. Facts will prove everything."

Hussein crossed his arms and said coldly, "Hmph, if you can win 2500 million in the next three hours, you'll have the right to speak to me. Otherwise, don't embarrass yourself here."

Chen Xiaodao looked firmly into Hussein's eyes and replied without hesitation, "Okay, I accept this challenge."

After saying that, he turned around gracefully, ready to step onto the gambling table, but after taking only two steps, he stopped awkwardly—he had left in such a hurry that he hadn't brought a single penny with him.

Chen Xiaodao took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards Hussein, extending his hand and saying calmly, "Lend me some money, I'll pay you back with interest once I win."

Hussein crossed his arms, looked at Chen Xiaodao with disdain, and sneered, "Oh, the famous disciple of the God of Gamblers doesn't even have any money to gamble with. How ridiculous."

As he spoke, he pulled a twenty-yuan note from his pocket, threw it at Chen Xiaodao's feet, and mocked, "Take this twenty yuan and go ahead and dream about getting rich. You think you can win 2500 million in three hours? That's just wishful thinking."

Chen Xiaodao's face instantly darkened, but he quickly regained his composure. He bent down to pick up the twenty yuan, gripped it tightly in his hand, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't be so smug now, we'll see." Then, without looking back, he led Ah Xing into the noisy casino.

The casino was packed with people, filled with shouts and cheers. Chen Xiaodao, hands in his pockets, his face stern, said to Ah Xing as he walked, "Today, I'll show Hussein who the real gambling master is."

Ah Xing patted Chen Xiaodao on the shoulder and confidently replied, "Brother Dao, with me here and my special abilities helping us, we'll definitely win."

The two weaved through the bustling crowd and soon arrived at a poker table.

Chen Xiaodao sat down calmly, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

The dealer began dealing the cards, and Chen Xiaodao tapped his fingers lightly on the table, observing the cards and his opponents' expressions.

Ah Xing stood seemingly nonchalantly to the side, but in reality, he was secretly using his special abilities to probe the opponent's trump card.

After several rounds, Chen Xiaodao, with his superb gambling skills and Ah Xing's special abilities, began to rapidly accumulate chips in front of him. The other gamblers noticed their astonishing performance and gathered around.

At this moment, a gambler exclaimed, "These two are amazing, they keep winning!"

Another gambler chimed in, "Yeah, I wonder how long they can keep winning."

Chen Xiaodao smiled slightly and said to the crowd, "This is just the beginning."

As time went on, Chen Xiaodao and A Xing accumulated more and more chips, getting closer and closer to their goal of winning 2500 million.

Hussein sat in the monitoring room, his eyes fixed on the screen showing Chen Xiaodao and A Xing winning money continuously. His face was so dark it seemed like it could drip water. He clenched his fist, slammed it on the table, and roared, "These two bastards dare to be so arrogant on my turf!"