Hong Kong variety show: Young Master Kun, the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss!

These people all stand with Chen Ziwen, and also with their motherland. Although they have gone abroad and no longer hold Chinese citizenship, their roots remain there, and they will always remember them.

Some people ate their meals in silence, finding the delicious food tasteless to them.

They have long lost the concept of roots; all they have is the idea that "every man for himself" and that everything is for personal enjoyment.

However, they did not erupt at the dinner table; they remained silent.

As lunch was about to end, Chen Ziwen raised his glass and said, "Thank you all for attending the first 100-person banquet. I would like to hold the second 100-person banquet at this time next year. I hope you will continue to attend then. Of course, I hope it will still be the same group of people. I think there shouldn't be any changes in the group of people in the short term."

Many people's hearts pounded. They understood Chen Ziwen's meaning: there was hope, but more than anything, it was a threat.

Those who obey Chen Ziwen will prosper, those who oppose Chen Ziwen will perish!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the gambling hall will be open after dinner. Those who are interested in playing are welcome to participate. There are also many amusement facilities available. We welcome you all to come and have fun," Chen Ziwen added.

The crowd dispersed, feeling immense pressure in front of Chen Ziwen.

He is just the richest man in Hong Kong, but at this moment, he feels like the person in charge of the entire Chinese community.

Ah Jie walked up to Chen Ziwen and whispered, "Captain Howard requests to board the ship and wants to gamble with you himself."

The other bigwigs seemed to have already received the news, and they all looked at Chen Ziwen, not in a hurry to return to their territories.

"Okay, let him come. And while you're at it, prepare four dishes and a soup for him. Judging from his pale skin and blue eyes, he must eat too much steak. Poor guy."

Many people were speechless, thinking it was too disrespectful. While it's true that Europeans and Americans have a somewhat monotonous diet, their pale skin and blue eyes are physical characteristics of Caucasians, okay?

Upon entering the casino, Howard closed his eyes to rest.

He was actually suppressing his anger. Next to him was a four-course meal with soup, which looked delicious; he had just been about to try it, but after listening to the waiter...

He nearly lost his composure and threw the plate away.

“Mr. Chen, I’ve heard you have special abilities, but I still want to make a bet with you,” Howard called out.

“I’ll play along.” Chen Ziwen sat down opposite Howard.

"You're going to go on stage yourself?"

“Yes, I’ll come myself,” Howard exclaimed, subconsciously adjusting his glasses.

"Let's talk about the stakes first, shall we? I don't think you'd bet with me for no reason, would you?" Chen Ziwen said with a smile. He then pointed to Howard's glasses and said, "Don't try to fool me with this. Your methods definitely don't involve these X-ray glasses."

“The chips are the warship behind me. If Mr. Chen wins, the warship is yours. If Mr. Chen loses, I want a single-soldier flying machine,” Howard said.

Then he touched his glasses, pretending to throw them away, but then put them back on his nose.

"Wearing glasses is my personal preference, let's begin."

The game began with Stud Poker, the most popular card game in Hong Kong during the 1990s.

The two players had strikingly similar hands, both having a straight flush: K, Q, J, 10.

Chen Ziwen got a straight flush of hearts, while Howard got a straight flush of spades.

If both players get Aces, then a straight flush of spades is the highest. Chen Ziwen will lose the bet.

"Hahaha." Howard laughed triumphantly. Just then, a powerful spiritual energy was transmitted from afar and gathered in Howard's eyes.

The two cards spun rapidly, a situation created by Chen Ziwen and Howard exerting their influence and interfering with each other.

"I see. You found many people with special abilities in the United States and used these special glasses to temporarily transfer their abilities to you. That's an idea. But unfortunately, here's a famous saying from our ancestors: 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' You have no idea how powerful I am, yet you rashly attacked me, thinking you could defeat me? Dream on."

After saying that, Chen Ziwen directly activated the Blue Blood Bible to isolate Howard from that powerful spiritual energy.

Howard's cards suddenly fell to the table and remained motionless.

Howard froze. He sensed the energy nearby, but it couldn't transfer to him; he couldn't control it.

"Snapped!"

Howard's card jumped up and flipped over; it was a 2 of diamonds. His highest card was only a King of spades.

Chen Ziwen revealed his cards: hearts, a straight flush.

"Now, please disembark. The warship is mine!" Chen Ziwen shouted.

Howard's face turned pale. He lost. He actually lost?

Two hours after he reported to headquarters, Howard was told that they had studied Chen Ziwen for a long time and knew that this man was extraordinary and could not be defeated by force, but could be outsmarted. Moreover, they were confident that with the help of a large number of people with special abilities, they would be able to defeat Chen Ziwen.

This was an outcome they hadn't anticipated; they never thought they would lose.

But in the end, they lost.

"You, you dare take it?" Howard roared. How could a warship be given away so easily? This was a warship currently in service. Wasn't Chen Ziwen afraid of igniting a war between the two countries?

"No one dares to disobey me. I'm giving you one hour to get off the Yellow Race. By the way, the Yellow Race is the name I just gave the warship. It sounds nice, doesn't it?" Chen Ziwen said.

He moved closer to Howard and whispered in Howard's ear, "Others dare not take it, but I dare to take it. Don't make me unhappy, or you will suffer double the losses you did last time."

Howard's body trembled violently; he now fully understood Chen Ziwen's domineering nature.

He felt that Chen Ziwen was a madman!

However, he knew in his heart that he could not admit defeat. Because if he surrendered, he would be disgracing the United States, and upon returning home, he would be court-martialed, face death, and become a sinner against the United States.

He now deeply regrets coming here to show off his power. Now he's in a difficult situation.

Everyone on the Tianyi was watching Captain Howard. At first, they were sure that Captain Howard would not give in and thought that Chen Ziwen was being a bit delusional. But as Howard hesitated, they began to realize that Howard's side must know something about Chen Ziwen, so they dared not react easily.

What exactly did Chen Ziwen possess that threatened General Howard?

Actually, during the meal, when we saw that Chen Ziwen only talked about not making things difficult for the great Eastern country and emphasized the Strait of Malacca, without making any specific arrangements in other aspects, everyone's anxiety had subsided, and they felt that Chen Ziwen was nothing special.

This richest man in Hong Kong still values ​​harmony and is not particularly domineering in terms of his demeanor. They can continue with the original rules, and Chen Ziwen is nothing special.

But now they realize that Chen Ziwen wasn't lacking in domineering power, but rather that he disdained to use ordinary people as pawns; he directly used Americans to establish his authority.

This was far more domineering than they had imagined, and they couldn't help but admire it.

They couldn't possibly do such a feat, they wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

Time slowly passed; it was only a little over a minute, but many thoughts flashed through everyone's minds.

Howard knew he couldn't hesitate any longer. He raised his hand and shouted, "All soldiers, listen up! I have checked that there are no prohibited items on Tianyi. Everyone, return to base!"

The Chinese people were all energized. Howard pushed away, chickened out, and admitted defeat.

Chen Ziwen's words forced an American warship to admit defeat; how domineering he was!

"Ha! Howard, didn't you understand what I just said? The Yellow Race is mine now. You Americans lost it to me," Chen Ziwen shouted.

After saying that, he stared at the position of the warship's number, stretched out his large hand, and began to write, as if he were holding a giant calligraphy brush.

The crowd didn't understand what Chen Ziwen was doing, but soon the warship's number came off, and the words "Yellow Race" appeared, making Chen Ziwen's intentions clear to everyone.

"Wow!"

Everyone was in an uproar. They knew Chen Ziwen was extraordinary, but they never expected him to have such supernatural abilities!

Some people couldn't help but bow slightly to Chen Ziwen. If they weren't all extraordinary individuals, they would probably be bowing down to Chen Ziwen right now.

Howard and the American soldiers were terrified. This method was simply divine. Was Chen Ziwen God?

"You have fifty-five minutes to leave the Yellow Race!" Chen Ziwen said coldly, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every American soldier.

"Chen Ziwen, don't push your luck!" Howard shouted angrily.

Looking at the four Chinese characters "Yellow Race" he felt incredibly humiliated. From now on, this warship would become his shame, the shame of the entire US Navy, and the shame of the entire United States.

Do you want to start a war between the two countries?

"War? What reason do you have to start a war?" Chen Ziwen sneered.

"You lost this warship to me, so what's wrong with me accepting the spoils of war? Was that bet just now some kind of child's game? Let me tell you, if you're wrong, you have to admit it, and if you're going to get a beating, you have to stand up straight."

"Just a friendly reminder, there are 53 minutes left."

Chen Ziwen ignored Howard and, with a wave of his hand, Ah Jie brought over a small square table and a few chairs. Chen Ziwen sat down and watched the show.

Soon, red wine, snacks, and other items were served.

Some wealthy people followed suit, having their subordinates bring chairs so they could sit on the deck and watch the show.

"Captain, what should we do?" A U.S. Navy officer walked up to Howard and asked in a low voice.

Howard glanced at the six single-soldier flying vehicles in the air, suppressing the urge to fight. The enemy's technology was too advanced. This was only what Chen Ziwen had shown. Who knew what other weapons Chen Ziwen had not yet revealed?

He didn't care about saving face anymore; he had already lost face anyway. He pulled his deputy aside and used a satellite phone to contact the military.

Chen Ziwen glanced over there and saw Howard requesting backup. He sneered inwardly, "If you want to fight, then let's fight and see who's less afraid of losses."